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Izuku’s knees ached against the cold, hard floor. He had been forced to kneel in this same position for close to an hour with nothing to look at but the onyx colored throne before him. Part of him hoped that someone, anyone would return. The other part of him remembered that he was a captured prince on foreign soil and hoped that no one would ever return for him, allowing him to die from starvation so he wouldn’t have to live another second with the knowledge of his nation being defeated.

Izuku shifted around purposefully, desperate to find a way to dislodge the cursed necklace off his throat, but it was no use. The jewelry just wouldn’t budge. The magicked stone sat in the center of the fine silver choker, inlaid with emeralds, rubies and fire opals on either side. Under normal circumstances, he would have found the piece of jewelry appealing, beautiful even. But at the moment he only felt repulsion towards the necklace. If it weren’t for the ropes twisted tightly around him, restraining his every movement, he would have torn the jewelry apart and restored his own magic in a matter of seconds.

Izuku looked up as he heard approaching footsteps and disembodied voices in the distance. He was barely able to distinguish snippets of their conversation, while still unable to see them. He tilted his head towards the direction of the sound, straining to hear more.

“The captive is already in there? Has he been secured with binding ropes and the choker?”

“Yes, your Majesty. They were just enchanted this morning and placed upon him in the afternoon.” the other voice responded.

“Good. Tell no one to disturb me for the rest of the night. I have business to attend to.”

“Yes, my king.”

Finally, one of the voices’ owners came into view. No introductions were necessary, Izuku recognized the person standing before him in an instant. Katsuki Bakugou his mind supplied helpfully. The man was tall and lean, easily a good few inches taller and a few years older than Izuku. But what really stood out to the trapped prince were the blood red eyes burning wildly with traces of dragon fire in them. The rumors about Bakugou’s stunning good looks had not been exaggerated, Izuku thought to himself bitterly. Such beauty wasted on someone so wicked.

The foreign king was victory personified, fighting and conquering across the entire continent without a single defeat. His brutality and efficiency were infamous amongst the various nations. The Yagi Kingdom had resisted as long and as valiantly as they could, but with the failing health of Izuku’s father they ultimately succumbed to the dark tidal wave of the Bakugou nation. Izuku had started today like he had every day of his life prior - as prince of a beautiful and prosperous nation - and by nightfall he had become a captive.

The blonde looked him over hungrily, eventually opting to examine the prince’s body with his own hands. The king drank in his appearance and his pupils dilated with obvious arousal. Izuku glared at the king and scooted away as best as he could with all of his limbs bound.

“Typical fucking Midoriya. Stubborn even in the face of total defeat. Your people have been a real pain in the ass for years now.” Izuku said nothing so the blonde continued. “Your father was a thorn in my side for most of his unnatural life. When I heard that he was deathly ill, on death's very own doorstep, it was the greatest day of my life. Until today, of course.” The ruby eyed king smirked.

Izuku stayed calm, despite the anger bubbling inside him violently. He knew that his enemy was merely trying to force a reaction from him, even though he had never met the infamous creature before today. He had learned a lot in his royal strategy classes about the other rulers that surrounded their kingdom and he knew that the draconian king was a unique brand of cruel, preferring to play with his food before eating it. He wouldn’t allow Bakugou the satisfaction of breaking his morale in any way.

“Not feeling very talkative, huh?” Katsuki mused aloud, almost as if he were reading the green haired man’s mind. “That’s okay, your father wasn’t particularly conversational either. Come to think of it, neither was your mother. Maybe it runs in your pathetic family?”

That captured Izuku’s attention immediately. His father’s passing has been imminent, even before Bakugou’s forces had invaded their lands. He had made peace with his father’s upcoming death a long time ago. He was able to say his farewells and everything, in fact. But his mother?

Last he knew, his mother had been sent away in secret so that she might survive the ordeal. She certainly didn’t have any sort of medical condition limiting her possibility for a long life like his father had. Izuku had held out hope that they would one day be reunited, in spite of the tragedy that fate had dealt them. His mind raced through every possibility of what this foreign king might have done to his parent, silently praying that the ash blonde was merely bluffing.

“What did you do to her, you bastard?!”

“Oho, so the young prince does speak. I was beginning to worry that my new prize was defective.”

“I’m no prize of yours!” Izuku shouted. “Now tell me what has happened to my mother!”

“No prize of mine, huh? You’re sitting in my fucking throne room in chains, completely at my mercy to whatever I may will and you don’t believe yourself to be my prize? What are you then?”

“A prisoner of war.” Izuku hissed back.

“Perhaps. But I’m not sure if that is all you will be. I’m still debating what to do with your ass.”

Izuku frowned at the barbaric king’s choice of words. It was entirely possible that the blonde was speaking in general about his uncertainty on what to do next with Izuku. But the dangerous glint in Bakugou’s eyes sent an unconscious shiver of fear down the freckled prince’s spine. The action did not pass by unnoticed and a maniacal grin stretched across the king’s face.

“My mother.” Izuku repeated. “What did you do to her?”

“You really want to know, dontcha? Very well, what do you offer in trade for this information then?”

“T-trade?” Izuku parroted back, confusion coloring his face.

“Yeah, dumbass, trade . I give you something you want and in return you give me something I want. Didn’t your kingdom pride itself upon being a beacon of fairness and light against a sea of dark, unworthy creatures like my people? Seems like this lesson was lost upon the one who would have inherited it all. Maybe I actually did your people a favor.”

“What do you want?” Izuku asked, ignoring the other’s blatant jab at his character.

“Would you beg me to know what happened to her, hmmm? A beautiful, proud prince such as yourself lowering himself to do something so degrading? I bet you would. I bet you would beg so goddamn prettily.”

“I-Is that what you want?” Izuku wondered in a small  voice.

“Yes, but that’s not all I want. Your mother is alive, but I won’t allow you to see her until you give me what I want first.”

“How do I know this isn’t some sort of trick and that she isn’t already dead?” Izuku asked suspiciously.

“I thought you might say something like that.” Bakugou’s Cheshire grin widened. “I asked her to tell me a secret, something only you would know about or else I’d run my knife through you. What do you think she told me?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” Bakugou insisted. “Who else alive knows the truth about your borrowed power besides you, huh?”

Conflicting emotions cascaded over him. Fury washed over him in waves as he saw the blonde’s smug expression, knowing that the secret about One for All was no longer confined to his family. But ultimately, relief won the battle for his heart. His mother was alive somewhere and Bakugou knew where that somewhere was. The blonde had even hinted that Izuku would be allowed to see her, but at a price. Just what was this price? What could Izuku possibly have to offer to the man who seemingly had everything he wanted?

“Fine, I believe you. What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you. I want you , all of you. Your body, your heart - all of it belongs to me.”

“But, but I don’t understand.”

Bakugou’s barked laughter echoed around the expansive throne room. “What don’t you fucking understand?”

“Why you want me like. Like that .” Izuku murmured anxiously. “You hate my kind.”

“No, no, no; I don’t hate your kind! I just want to see you all in your proper place. Beneath me. Especially the pretty ones.” Bakugou explained with a smirk. “Though I highly doubt I’ll find another as gorgeous as you so you might just be all I need until the day I leave this world.”

Izuku recoiled in horror at the king’s proposal. The young prince had never seriously entertained the idea of mating with another, despite the frequent offers of courtship he declined. But he always imagined that when he did finally reach that time in his life he would find someone kind and strong… and that he would actually have a choice in the matter. The option being presented to him now offered neither of those things. He already knew what he had to do though.

“I agree to your terms.” Izuku said with an air of finality, knowing full well he was signing away his life to this wretched man in exchange for keeping his mother alive.

“I knew I could count on that famous goddamn martyr complex.” Bakugou said triumphantly, his red eyes glowed faintly like burning coals. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Izuku knew it wasn’t a real question but he found himself nodding affirmatively anyway. That seemed to please the blonde and he leaned down into Izuku’s space. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, sharing the same air between them.

Izuku gasped as the blonde pressed their lips together roughly. Bakugou quickly slid his tongue into the other’s mouth, asserting dominance and taking exactly what he wanted from the smaller male. Izuku cringed inside.

All of Izuku’s training, years of combat practice all amounted to nothing without his magic at his beck and call. His hands itched to unleash black whips from his fingertips and wrap them around his enemy until the light left those blood red eyes.

“You seem pretty observant. You figure out how your  restraints work yet?” Bakugou asked casually.

“At first I thought they were just designed to keep me from moving at all. But then I realized they only move when you’re focused on them. I think you’re the one controlling them.”

“Not bad for a spoiled prince. What do you think of the enchantment?”

“It seems like the perfect spell for a sadistic barbarian like you.” Izuku snarled.

“Mmmm, you have no idea. But you will. Soon.” Bakugou promised darkly, gripping unruly dark green curls in his hand tightly.

Bakugou snapped his fingers and the ropes loosened around Izuku then  slunk to the floor. It felt almost strange once the bindings fell off him. They had been wound around his body for so long.

The greenette nearly jumped a foot into the air as he felt a rough hand slip under his shirt. Goosebumps exploded over his skin as the fabric covering his torso was being forcibly removed.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” Izuku stammered out as the blonde’s wayward hands kept moving, deftly removing his breeches next.

The explosive king didn’t stop until Izuku was fully naked before him, not bothering to answer the freckled male’s question. The prince couldn’t look away as Bakugou began to undress next. His brain screamed at him to avert his eyes, but he found himself unable to look away. The hard earned muscles and unmarred skin in front of him were truly a masterpiece.

“See something you like?” Katsuki’s voice broke him out of his reverie. Izuku turned his head away defiantly, refusing to acknowledge anything. The blonde chuckled quietly at him.

The blonde carefully positioned Izuku onto all fours. The greenette tried to look over his shoulder so he could watch Bakugou’s every movement but the king merely pushed his head back down. Izuku hated the feeling of being blind and powerless.

Izuku’s eyes widened to the size of saucers when he felt the unmistakable pressure of a finger pressed between his cheeks, rubbing over his hole. Bakugou’s other hand remained stationed on Izuku’s hip. The greenette hissed in pain as the finger worked its way inside him. It was little consolation to his never before touched entrance that the finger had been evidently slicked up with oil before entry. Izuku could feel the excess liquid falling from the finger onto his skin. The green haired man bit his lip in an effort to keep any undignified noise from escaping.  

Bakugou pumped his finger in and out meticulously before adding another a few minutes later. The blonde scissored his fingers purposefully. Deeming the smaller male sufficiently prepped a short while later, he removed his fingers completely. Izuku still couldn’t see what Bakugou was doing but he heard the wet sounds of liquid on skin and realized that the older male must be slathering more oil onto himself. The blonde lined up his length to Izuku’s hole and the freckled male tried to squirm away. Katsuki’s grip on the other’s hips increased, preventing his escape.

The blonde pressed in ever so slowly, mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing inside that tight, warm entrance. Bakugou groaned unashamedly as he eventually bottomed out. Izuku’s breathing was labored and ragged like the air had just been punched from his lungs the king noticed. He began rubbing soothing circles into the greenette’s lower back.

“H-hurts! It’s too, too big!” Izuku said in a low voice.

“Ssshhhhh.” The blonde purred into the shell of Izuku’s ear. “It’s okay. You’re doing so well. Such a good boy taking my cock like this. You feel so fucking good around me.”

Izuku took a few calming breaths. The blonde surprisingly didn’t move an inch while he waited for his captive to adjust. When the prince’s breath steadied, Bakugou pulled his length out of Izuku until only just the tip remained. He moved his hips forward gradually until their bodies were flush together then repeated the process over and over until Izuku unconsciously started rocking his hips back to meet each thrust.

The pace escalated after that to a dizzying, frantic rhythm. Bakugou pumped his throbbing member in and out roughly, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling their ears. Green curls bounced chaotically as the former prince was jolted forward forcefully.

Izuku thought the violent king would chase after his own pleasure with no regards to Izuku’s, which suited the greenette just fine. The freckled prisoner didn’t want any part of his body to enjoy the assault being launched against him. But then the ash blonde suddenly angled his hips in such a way that his cock brushed against the sensitive spot deep inside Izuku. The smaller male cried out loudly as pleasure began mixing with the pain, adding insult to injury.

“You like that, you pampered piece of shit? Hah?!” Bakugou growled. Izuku’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, he was too stunned to form a coherent thought.

“Fucking answer me!” Bakugou commanded; this time aiming a harsh slap at the prince’s round backside.

“N-no! I don’t! I don’t like it!” Izuku managed to say.

“You sure about that?” Bakugou taunted him. “The way you’re clenching around my cock and this,” Bakugou wrapped a large, calloused hand around Izuku’s aching erection, “make me think otherwise.”

Izuku attempted to hide behind his arms, but the blonde grabbed a wrist and ignited his magic, burning Izuku’s skin in the process. The prince let his arms fall to the side, his body becoming slack for the king to use as he wished. If it weren’t for Bakugou’s quick reflexes springing into action to catch the smaller male in his arms, Izuku would have fell to the ground.

The intimate nature of the King’s embrace made nausea boil in the pits of Izuku’s stomach, threatening to spill out of his mouth. Knowing such behavior would only irritate the blonde further, the greenette dutifully swallowed down the acidic mixture. He felt his trachea burn as the bile descended down his throat. This whole experience was a jumbled mess of mixed gestures from Bakugou. The king was uncharacteristically considerate and kind one moment then degrading and selfish the next.  

Izuku shrieked as his orgasm was ripped from his body by the clever fingers working his length and the dick pounding his prostate. Warm liquid shot out from his cock, drenching his chest and the floor. The walls squeezing around Bakugou’s member suddenly tightened, clenching around him like a vice.

“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled a second later as his orgasm hit.

The blonde came inside Izuku, pumping the other full of his seed, and bit down on the smaller male’s shoulder until he drew blood. Bakugou slumped against Izuku’s pliant form, causing them both to sink to the floor. They laid there chest to back as they both struggled to come down from their postcoital high. Izuku glanced over at the man who had just taken his virginity against his will. The blonde looked positively radiant with a peaceful, content expression on his face. A dark shadow fell over Bakugou’s face though when he opened his eyes and ruby met emerald. He shoved Izuku’s face into the ground without warning and spoke directly in his ear for the thousandth time.

“This is your fucking life now, got it? You ever try to leave me and I’ll slit your mother’s throat same as I did your father’s, while you watch. Understand?”

Izuku could barely hold himself up but found a way to nod in agreement numbly, still trembling all over his abused body. His muscles ached in protest from the small action. It seemed like every fiber of his being had been viciously disassembled and then reassembled to Bakugou’s liking.

“Good boy.” Katsuki repeated the same praise from earlier, gently kissing the younger male’s sweaty forehead. “Oh, and one last thing - I think a new name is in order since Izuku Midoriya is the name of a prince, don’t you? Not the name of my new mate.”

Not waiting for an answer, the king laughed madly as he carefully stood up, straightening his pants to their original position. “I’ll be back soon to clean you up, Deku .”

Izuku fell forward onto the ground as soon as the blonde walked away and was no longer visible. He registered pain blooming across his wrecked body from the impact, but all he could feel was the lingering touches of Bakugou’s hands across his skin, his fingers claiming Izuku’s most private areas, the cum still dripping from his hole. The one time prince shuddered as sobs suddenly wracked his body and he cried openly onto the stone floor, surrendering to the hopeless feeling of despair in his chest. He woke up a few hours later in a soft, warm bed and for a brief, shining moment he imagined that maybe it had all just been some horrible nightmare, but then he felt a body stir next to his own. Strong, confident arms wrapped around his body and pulled him closer.

“Finally, you’re awake. Ready for round two, Deku?” A gravelly voice whispered in Izuku’s ear, lips brushing against his skin.

Izuku wasn’t ready. He would never be ready. But he had no choice - this was his life now after all.




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Izuku’s feet hurried across the stone floor. His heavy footfalls echoed around the empty halls loudly. He was already a few minutes late to a meeting with someone important. Someone he hadn’t been able to see in two whole months. He didn’t want to waste a single minute of the time they were allowed.

The one time prince turned a corner sharply and threw a large metallic door wide open. He stepped out into the comparatively blinding light. It was a sharp contrast from the dimly lit interiors of the castle he had just left. He squinted his eyes blearily, trying to find the other.

A few seconds later, he spotted his mother a short distance away, already waiting for him.  She was dressed in a flowy navy blue dress. She looked healthy and cared for. Her appearance lessened the sting Izuku felt from his decision to sacrifice himself for her well being. Bakugou had clearly kept his promise. 

Izuku slowed his pace, taking in the full beauty of the area. The alcove was his favorite place so far in the Bakugou kingdom… not that he had really seen much of said kingdom. He had stumbled across the spot accidentally towards the beginning of his captivity and immediately been mesmerized by the lush green landscape. 

Strong, powerful trees towered over the land with beautiful flowers sprinkled indiscriminately between them. Izuku had fallen in love at first sight and returned to the spot as often as possible. He couldn’t stop the whispered insults from the others who also frequented the alcove, but it was easy enough to ignore them when surrounded by such gorgeous tranquility.

Eventually, the ash blond had forbidden others from using the location anymore. Although he never said a word about that to his captive. Izuku had simply arrived to the space completely vacant of any other inhabitants one day and it stayed that way each following visit. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he overheard one of the soldiers complaining about the lashings he had received when he travelled to close to the off limits area. Izuku had burned with shame at the small bloom of gratitude he felt towards the one imprisoning him against his will, the one who had defeated his kingdom, the one who had murdered his father. It was the first time he had felt such disappointment in himself, but it wasn’t the last.

“It’s nice to see you, Mom.” Izuku smiled brightly as he walked the last few paces to her. “It’s been too long.”

“I’ve been so worried, dear!” Inko cried out before she wrapped her arms around her son in a tight hug.

“Mom, I’m fine.” Izuku laughed, successfully prying the woman off him.

They both sat down at the small table. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs, something no one else but the king could take away from them. Not that the furnishings mattered much to the freckled male anyway. His mother’s company and the scenic view surrounding him were more than enough for him to be happy.

The green haired male grabbed the steaming pot in the center of the table and poured some of the liquid into the accompanying cups. Steam billowed from the drinks in small white plumes.

“How have you been Izuku? Tell me everything.”

“Honestly, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Honey, I’m just concerned since you haven’t talked about an escape plan in over a year now. Every meeting we have I keep expecting to hear a well thought out plan from you, but..” His mom said slowly, a worried expression on her face.

Izuku looked at the cooling tea in his hand pensively. His eyebrows scrunched together for a moment.

“You’re right.” Izuku conceded. “It has been a while.”

“What are you waiting for, Izu? This place is so horrible I can hardly stand it.”

“But it could be worse.” Izuku voiced his opinion.

Izuku knew without a doubt it could be worse. He had seen worse firsthand, in fact. Sure, his situation in life was less than ideal. He was the king’s official mate and unofficial plaything, which certainly came with its own struggles.

Izuku had a front row seat to the savagery employed by the king both on and off the battlefield. The blond hadn’t slowed down at all even after conquering his lifelong enemies, the Yagi kingdom. Izuku had been forced to watch in horror as other royal families were executed without mercy or hesitation. He was lucky to have avoided such a fate he reasoned after the sixth family was torched alive by one of the fearsome dragons kept by the Bakugou Empire.

“Of course it could be worse! But it also could be so much better.” Inko challenged in an elevated tone.

“Where would we even go, Mom? Dad had many enemies, in case you forget.” Izuku answered irritably.

“I remember everything, Izuku. But that power is your dad’s legacy, your responsibility to use to help others.”

“I still plan to use this power and help others, but I can’t do it in chains.” Izuku told her, his hand reflexively reached to the jewelry around his neck. “I’ve seen Bakugou’s campaigns up close. His methods are brutal… but effective. Slavery had persisted in the Western territories for years, despite dad’s best efforts. Bakugou came in and practically overnight the problem was solved!”

“But honey, he murdered thousands to accomplish that.” Inko said in a soft voice. “And not just soldiers. Elderly, the young, so many casualties.”

“There are casualties in every noble cause.”

“So what, now you want to stay here and advise the maniac in his Great War against evil by any means necessary? He doesn’t even respect you! You’ll never be in a position to do anything more than warm his bed anyway!”

Inko held her cup with hands clenched tightly around the item. Her fingers turned stark white from the pressure she was applying to her mug. She looked at her son with a mixture of anger and concern overtaking her features. 

Izuku bristled at his mother’s strongly worded sentiment. There was truth to what she said - Bakugou did not respect him in any real, meaningful way. Most of Izuku’s days were spent sitting around without an actual purpose to occupy him. He earned the privilege of walking around freely about six months ago but the necklace remained in place on his neck, its weight a physical reminder of his true status there.

But Izuku was patient. He had been working for months to increase his standing with the king. He had capitalized on any of the rare moments that the older male deigned to ask his opinion on a subject. Bakugo never seemed disappointed by his answers, which he supposed that was a good sign.

Not to mention Izuku had successfully improved his station in life from being merely the king’s fucktoy to his mate. They weren’t dragon bonded so the ex-prince didn’t have full rights but it was progress. A path to real power someday, if he stayed focused. 

When Bakugou had first taken Izuku that day against the cold tiled floor of his throne room, the blond had a sizable harem of at least five captive males. Izuku’s quick analytical skills allowed him to learn the barbarian’s preferences behind closed doors, what the man did and did not like in bed. Izuku adjusted his tactics accordingly and the number of harem members rapidly dwindled to zero. All too soon, the only one who could satisfy the king’s needs was Izuku and Izuku alone.

“It’s clear you don’t believe I’m capable of rising above these circumstances to become something more than a bed warmer to the king.” Izuku said with a defiant edge to his tone. 

The young male stood up hastily, knocking into the table and causing one of the cups to fall onto its side. He paused when his mother held up a hand to stop him from leaving. The air around them had soured with tension. Two sets of emerald eyes locked together, both trying to read the other. Eventually, Inko blinked. 

“Izuku, wait, I didn’t come here to argue with you. I’m sorry, okay? Please just sit back down.” The woman pleaded. The one time prince returned to his seat hesitantly. 

“If you really think that’s the best course of action, I’ll support you. I just want you to be careful. I hear the maids talking sometimes amongst themselves.” She continued in a whisper. “I hear terrible stories about the things he does to you, to your body. And lately I’ve heard rumors that…” Inko trailed off anxiously.

“Rumors of what, mom?” 

“Rumors of that monster casting his previous bedmates into the Great Fyre Sea! Casting them to their deaths!”

“I’ll just have to work hard and avoid that fate.” Izuku responded in a soft, soothing manner.

“His Majesty demands your presence in the throne room.” a disinterested voice interrupted them. 

Izuku looked up to see a guard had joined them. He hadn’t even heard the man walk towards them. He was disappointed that their time had been cut short, but didn’t resist. The green haired male pushed his tea towards the center of the table and abruptly stood up once more. He leaned down to kiss his mother on the forehead before smiling at her reassuringly. 

Izuku fell in line behind the guard. The man rapidly walked back towards the castle without bothering to see if Izuku was following. If anything, he was probably hopeful that Izuku was disobeying a direct order from the king.

“Aren’t we going to the throne room?” Izuku asked as he noticed they were headed in the opposite direction of the supposed destination. 

“We are. But the king has also commanded that you change first. There’s an outfit waiting for you in his room.”

Izuku didn’t bother correcting the guard that it was his room too. That he spent all of his nights on the very same bed where the king laid. Bakugou’s subjects didn’t want him there. He was well aware of that fact. The blond was beloved by his people and Izuku was nothing more than an ungrateful “guest” in their eyes. He could still remember the shouts of protests the day that Bakugou had announced Izuku’s new position as his mate. But securing their support was a challenge for another day. He had a prideful king to deal with first. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Izuku murmured as he walked in, the soldier staying stationed near the door.

The “clothes” were carefully laid out on the bed. He knew it would only cause trouble to delay the inevitable so the greenette carefully discarded the maroon tunic and tan pants covering his body with a sigh. He removed his underwear next, realizing that this outfit wouldn’t really allow it. He started with the jewelry first, donning the items hastily.

Izuku slipped the sheer black top over his head next. The long sleeves draped over his arms flatteringly, highlighting his muscles. The fabric was transparent and clung to his shoulders in a suggestive way. 

Every piercing he had been forced to endure was visible beneath the material. The dark metallic bars on his nipples glinted with every move he made, the top only accentuating them. A small, delicate chain stretched from his necklace to the piercings on his chest before twisting to the bright red ruby at his navel. The golden line provided a visual representation of places the king’s hands and mouth loved to torture.

Izuku moved to the lower garment next. The cloth narrowly covered his front and barely extended below his lower back. One misguided gust of wind and he would be wholly exposed. Fully changed into his new outfit, it was time to see what the king wanted from him.

They made it to the court in no time, but not without a few accusatory glances from the castle staff along the way. Izuku bit back the urge to yell at them that it wasn’t even his choice to wear such ridiculously promiscuous attire. They could take it up with their king, if they had such a problem with it. 

Katsuki was seated leisurely in his throne when Izuku walked in. His eyes blazed faintly when he noticed his captive had joined them. The look disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. 

“Deku.” The blond beckoned his prisoner with his impossibly gravelly tone. “I’ve been waiting for you. We have guests.”

Izuku ambled over to Bakugou cautiously, paying special attention not to displace his clothes in the process. He crawled into the blond’s lap and the other stroked his thigh lightly, an implicit approval of his seating choice. The freckled male realized early on that even though the cushion on the floor was designated for him, the king preferred to have him sitting atop him within arm’s reach. 

There was no mystery behind the explosive male’s inclination. He took full advantage of the proximity on a regular basis, frequently teasing the bars on his chest, twisting the metal lazily between his fingers. Other times, the king would slide into the smaller male until he bottomed out, covering his lap with a blanket and leaving him that way for the duration of an entire meeting.

Izuku watched apprehensively as the foreign dignitaries approached the elaborate stairs directly before the throne once he was there. There were five of them gathered before the king. They looked friendly enough Izuku decided for low ranking political figures from a distant country.

They each shook hands with Bakugou first per the customs of the kingdom before heading to Izuku next. The one time prince grabbed each of their hands nervously. The last one in the group lined up to take his hand, holding it for a few seconds too long. 

Izuku studied their appearances with interest. The one who had held his hand for longer than necessary was easily the most striking in the group with dark brown hair and matching eyes. Each of them were dressed in the same light gray robes. 

“Thank you for inviting us to your beautiful kingdom, your Highness. Such lush, gorgeous lands. I never thought I’d love the color green so much.” the brunette said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

Bakugou sat back down on his throne and Izuku followed suit. The king regarded the brunette silently for a moment, studying his face. 

“Yes, it is very beautiful. That’s why we are so protective of what’s ours .” the explosive king replied coolly. 

“I would be too.” the guest responded.

The group returned to their place off the stairs. It wasn’t often that Izuku was able to see new people. Most of the time, it was just fellow citizens who came to court and the freckled male had met the majority of them over the course of the last year and a half. Perhaps these guests would discuss their homelands while visiting he dared to hope. Izuku loved to hear about the different customs.

Instead, Izuku was gifted with a boring discussion about a land dispute between distant two provinces. Apparently, they were trying to secure Bakugou’s favor in the disagreement. The conversation stretched on for at least half an hour before Izuku’s attention began to wonder.  

It was then that he noticed the guest from earlier staring boldly at him, his brown eyes trailing up and down Izuku’s body. How long had this man been checking him out? The smaller male squirmed uncomfortably from the attention. He didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea or worse still for Katsuki to misinterpret the situation. He turned away from the brunette to see crimson colored eyes locked onto him. Izuku paled noticeably, worried that he had upset the barbaric king, but the blond merely smiled and turned his attention towards their guests.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” The king asked his guests, pointing to Izuku.

They looked at each other with uncertainty, unsure of how they should answer or if this was some kind of trick. It was a sharp turn from campaigning for their cause to being asked their opinion about the king’s mate. The king looked at them expectantly with his signature smirk in place. The others didn’t recognize the expression for what it was, but Izuku knew right away it was a harbinger for chaos and destruction. They nodded their agreement of the king’s statement, especially the brunette who had ogled Izuku so shamelessly. Katsuki’s grin grew wider.

“Bet you’d all love the chance to fuck him, wouldntcha?” Katsuki declared as he stood up from his throne and dragged Izuku to his feet.

“Bakugou, please, no.” Izuku whimpered.

“Stupid Deku.” The king laughed. “You really think I’d ever let another person touch you?”

Izuku’s bottom lip trembled as worried tears began to cascade down his porcelain like skin. Katsuki cupped his face gently with one hand, wiping away the drops of wetness, and pressed their lips together in a reassuring gesture. He rubbed soft, gentle circles in the small of Izuku’s back. The greenette began to visibly calm down before suddenly that same hand travelled down and unfastened the clothing barely covering his modesty. 

Izuku’s lower half was now completely bare. Anyone within a twenty foot radius and the right angle would be able to see his exposed flesh. He tried to cover himself but a firm hand stopped him.

“Don’t.” Katsuki commanded in a gravelly voice. “Or I’ll bind you again. You haven’t needed the bindings for over a year now, my little prince, so let’s keep it that way.”

Izuku let his arms fall uselessly to his side. The king smiled at him approvingly and twisted the smaller male’s body until the fallen prince was now facing the court and foreign dignitaries. His face flushed with humiliation at being on display. 

Izuku felt the familiar ache of tears beginning to pool in his emerald depths once more but didn’t let them fall again. He knew the only time Katsuki truly wanted to see him crying was when the blond was buried deep inside him. Crying more would only test the king’s volatile patience and probably earn him some kind of punishment so he choked back the sob lodged in his throat.

Izuku’s shirt was removed next. Goosebumps exploded all over as his skin was completely bare in public. The smaller male wondered idly why he had even been asked to wear anything at all if the blond’s intention was to have him naked within a few minutes anyway. Only the piercings and chain remained on his body. 

The fallen prince made the mistake of looking up, gauging the reactions of the court. They were gathering quite the audience at this point. In addition to the visiting dignitaries, there were also a few nobles and maybe a dozen regular citizens standing there, watching the king as his hands traversed every inch of Izuku’s body. The troublesome brunette, who had arguably instigated the situation in the first place, appeared especially fixated. 

Izuku burned with shame and embarrassment as his length hardened traitorously under the king’s firm grasp. Every sharp twist of the blond’s wrist elicited a quiet gasp from the freckled male. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and leaning into the taller male’s touch. 

The blond chuckled amusedly at Izuku’s reaction. His hand left the smaller male’s length. The greenette couldn’t see what Bakugou was doing behind him but he recognized the telltale sound of a bottle being opened and knew instinctively what was about to happen. A firm hand pressed into Izuku’s lower back, forcing the smaller male to bend. Once Izuku was angled optimally, the older male circled a finger over his entrance teasingly. 

Izuku inhaled sharply as the digit breached past rings of muscle. Bakugou slid his finger in deep, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced ease. The smaller male arched his back even more at the sensation of his prostate being directly stimulated. The greenette groaned as the other started thrusting his finger in and out quickly. Another finger joined the mix less than a minute later and the blond scissored the digits against Izuku’s velvety walls.

Bakugou worked the fingers in and out, making sure to hit that same spot repeatedly. The blond leaned down, surrounding Izuku’s smaller body with his own. He lowered his head, peppering the freckled neck with kisses and bites. The ex-prince writhed beneath the other’s touch as deep purple bruises formed on his skin. He cried out incoherently as his orgasm built inside, begging to be released.

“Go ahead, Deku.” Bakugou breathed the permission into the shell of Izuku’s ear. 

Izuku came with a loud moan and his release fell onto the floor below him. Tremors of his forced orgasm shook his body. He trembled from oversensitivity as the blond continued to torment him, thrusting his fingers in and out. The hands were removed and Izuku heard a small rustle of clothes from somewhere out of view. The king lined his member up to Izuku’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. The younger male moaned at the sensation of being stretched impossibly wider than before. 

Bakugou yanked the smaller male up by his hair and pulled him close. Izuku’s back pressed firmly against the king’s muscled chest. He was once again being positioned at the best angle for viewing. The blonde didn’t provide him a moment’s reprieve. He pounded into the other male forcefully, making Izuku jolt forward with every thrust.

The crowd jeered as Izuku was jostled around like a rag doll, the chain on his torso smacking against his skin audibly. Normally, his trysts with the blond were more… interactive. Evidently, Bakugou was content just to use him today as he saw fit. Strong arms kept Izuku in place as he pushed his hips upwards, chasing his own release with vigor. Izuku let his tears fall freely now. Bakugou was already inside him; there was no danger in his sobs anymore. 

Izuku squeaked as the taller male wrapped his hand back around his pulsating length. Bakugou squeezed the flesh tightly and pumped it in time with his thrusts. The greenette was quickly falling apart at the seams; drool fell steadily from his mouth and a dazed expression filled his eyes. He was being dragged back to the edge once more, forced to endure the pleasure racking his body until his captor had mercy on him. 

Izuku bit his bottom lip harshly to muffle the sounds escaping his lips. Blood trickled from the fresh wound into his mouth and onto his chin. The metallic taste flooded his tongue. He knew how much Bakugou enjoyed hearing him being reduced to an incoherent mess, but he hoped that the blond wouldn’t notice. The situation was embarrassing enough for Izuku without them all hearing him moaning like a wild animal in heat. As if he had read his mind, Bakugou bit Izuku’s cheek roughly, drawing a high pitched cry from the other. 

“That’s right, let them hear all those pretty little noises.” Bakugou purred. “They wanted to see you like this, remember?”

Izuku nodded his head tearfully. Bakugou abandoned the greenette’s length and dragged his nails across Izuku’s chest, tearing another loud moan from him. Precum dripped liberally from his now neglected member.

“You like that?”

“Yes, I love it, Bakugou!” Izuku hissed between his teeth.

“Don’t tell me , tell them .” Bakugou ordered.

“It’s s-so good! He fills me up so - nnggg - good.” Izuku hollered at the spectators.

“Good boy.” the older male praised. 

Bakugou grinned viciously, pumping his hips forward in an even more brutal pace. Izuku could tell by the bruising grip on his hips that the king was close. Sharp teeth latched onto his shoulder before traveling to his ear. The older male nibbled at the lobe, rolling the flesh between his teeth.

“Come with me, Deku.” the king commanded in a raspy voice, his lips ghosting over the shell of Izuku’s ear. 

That was all the permission Izuku needed. His second orgasm of the afternoon painted his abdomen in a sticky mess. At the same time as his captive’s release, the blond’s hips stuttered to a complete stop after a few more disjointed thrusts. Warm seed flooded Izuku’s insides. 

Bakugou helped Izuku fall gently to his knees as he pulled out completely, tucking himself back into his low waisted pants. Off white liquid trailed down freckled thighs, dripping onto the tiled floor. The sounds of their combined breaths filled the air, ragged and disjointed. Izuku shot the other an angry look, but naturally it was shrugged off. The blond turned his back to grab something and there was a flash of light reflecting. 

“Katsuki, watch out!” Izuku shrieked as a sharp silver blade was directed at the barbarian.

Izuku’s body moved without conscious thought. One moment he was glaring at his captor and the next he was rushing to his side. The greenette reached for the hilt of the weapon, but was only partially successful. That didn’t stop the freckled male though from holding the knife tightly within his grasp and disarming the man, even as it cut him to the bone.

Katsuki howled with rage as blood poured from Izuku’s hand copiously, staining the stone beneath them red. A murderous expression twisted over his face, contorting his features. The attacker tried to back away, tripping over his feet as he did so, but the blond was too fast.

A brilliant burst of orange and red streaked across Izuku’s field of vision. His eyes shuddered close from the brilliant light flooding his retinas. The unmistakable smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils and he involuntarily looked towards the now charred remains of the brown haired man. 

The forcibly decapitated head had flown over ten feet away, while the lifeless body fell into a disorganized slump on the ground. Katsuki kicked the limp body away from them and towards the severed head. Blood splattered from the impact against Izuku’s pale skin. Katsuki caught the freckled male just as he was about to fall over. 

A few screams pierced the air from the remaining guests. The sounds were just barely audible over the citizens cheering for their barbaric king. Katsuki leered menacingly over the surviving dignitaries with Izuku nestled close to his chest. They huddled together in fear, terrified of what he might do next.

“Go and tell the other shitty extras what happens when you try to come against the Bakugou Empire!” Katsuki yelled at them with barely controlled wrath. 

They looked at him blankly as if they had forgotten the common tongue, angering him even more. 

“Get the fuck out of here!” The barbarian shouted with added volume.

The dignitaries scattered like insects towards the main castle gate. He watched them leave with an aggravated look. A few of his guards had rushed over in the excitement and he grabbed a dagger off one of them, using it to tear apart a sleeve from their uniform. 

Katsuki tore the cloth into several pieces, taking one to clean off the wound and setting aside the other. He looped the second cloth around Izuku’s hand and tied it tightly. The smaller male winced from the pain. Katsuki shuffled off his cloak and wrapped it around Izuku’s weakened form. The king kissed his head softly.

“Have him healed by the Old Lady and then take him to our room.” Katsuki instructed the guard, handing Izuku over gently. 

“You mean your room, your Majesty?” 

“I mean our room. The room him and I share together because he’s my mate.” Katsuki said loudly. “And you would all do best to start recognizing him as such because I swear by the gods, the next one of you that disrespects him will be locked up for an entire fucking month!”

The room was deathly quiet at his proclamation. The guard nodded his head and left with the smaller male positioned safely in his arms. The citizens began piling together closer to the throne, wearing similar expressions of guilt and remorse. A few of them immediately set out to clean the mess still scattered across the floor, while the rest formed a line to apologize profusely to their king. Some time later, a man stepped forward from the shadows, looking at his king triumphantly. 

“Aoyama.” Katsuki acknowledged. 

“The rest of you - leave us.” The king added, still somewhat angry with his citizens.

“Your mate did well, my King. And right after you publicly embarrassed him too! I was very impressed” The counselor said happily once they were alone. Katsuki grunted his agreement.

“Good work with those Ketsubetsu fucks. They had no idea it was a setup.”

“It was regrettably easy, your majesty.” The advisor lamented. “You have far too enemies and it was no difficulty whatsoever to convince them to make an attempt on your life.”

“Let them try.” Katsuki replied with a maniacal grin as he stood up from his throne. He promptly set out in the direction of his bedroom with the other blond in tow.

“As you wish.” The other chuckled. “I must admit that one gawking at your prisoner was bolder than even I had anticipated. To lust after your mate so shamelessly.”

“Tch. I almost ripped out his throat right then and there.”

“But I suppose that’s to be expected, isn’t it? Word of Deku’s beauty has travelled to other countries. There’s even rumors that the Todoroki heir is curious!”

Katsuki’s bark of laughter echoed around the abandoned hallway. “Do I have to worry about you next, Aoyama?”

“Of course not! I can appreciate a rare flower without touching it.” Aoyama teased as they continued to walk along.

“Where is the alchemist?” Katsuki demanded as they reached the edge of his bedroom, hovering there as they continued to talk.

“Disciple Mei is preoccupied at the moment, I’m afraid. Something about a spell gone amiss. But she did give me this.” 

The advisor held out a small, purple bottle in his palm. Katsuki quickly plucked the item from the other. He turned the bottle around in his hand with interest.

“Is she certain this will work?”

“Mei’s work is flawless, my king.” The other assured him. “The real question is are you certain this is what you want?”

“Deku proved himself today. I’m completely certain in what I want.”

“Very well.” The man said with a bow.

The advisor disappeared from sight as Katsuki pushed open the door to their shared room. He promptly spotted a forest of green curls poking out from above the fur blanket draped over the top of their bed. He lifted up the material and slid into his side of the bed.  He smiled fondly at the gentle rise and fall of Izuku’s chest.

“C’mere, Deku.” Katsuki whispered in a soft voice. 

Izuku lifted his head groggily in search of the blonde. The barbaric king wrapped an arm around the smaller male, who was still very much naked with only the necklace perched on his neck now, and dragged him closer. He didn’t stop until the freckled male was nestled perfectly against Katsuki’s firm chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Mmm, a bit tired, but my hand’s fine if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Glad to hear it, baby. You did great out there.”

Izuku blinked in surprise and looked up at the blond curiously. All of the anger from being fucked in front of a crowd earlier dissolved, forgotten in an instant. Never before had Katsuki used such an affectionate term towards him. The smaller male tried to ward away the feelings of warmth that bloomed bloomed inside him in response. The explosive male continued as Izuku tried to hide his face from the other.

“You didn’t have to do what you did, but I’m so fucking proud of you.”

The unexpected praise travelled straight to Izuku’s length. His member started swelling hopelessly within his pants. He became distressed as he realized he was aroused of his own volition. He wasn’t being coerced or forced against his will; this was all his own doing. He was aroused for his captor by his own desire.

“Here, drink this.” Katsuki’s voice boomed over him, breaking him away from his thoughts for a moment.

“What is it for?” Izuku questioner his mate.

“It’ll bring us closer, Deku.” Katsuki replied simply. 

Izuku looked like he had still had doubts, but pressed the bottle to his lips and tipped back the contents nonetheless. The freckled face grimaced as the liquid traveled down his throat with an unpleasant burn and his eyes watered from the pain. He scowled at the king next to him in displeasure.

“Don’t be a crybaby.” Katsuki teased with a smile. “You can take it.”

Emerald eyes narrowed further as Izuku finished the bottle entirely. He tried to hand it back to the king, but the blond pointed to the nightstand instead. The smaller male deposited the empty container onto the wooden surface with a soft clank of glass.

“Good boy.” Katsuki told the other in a low voice.

The blonde carefully pulled the smaller male onto his lap. Izuku squirmed nervously atop him. They had never been in this position before. Katsuki yanked his length from its cloth prison and laid back expectantly. He arched an eyebrow at Izuku, daring him to move. Understanding washed over the smaller male.

“You’d let me be in control?” Izuku asked in a confused voice.

“You earned it, Deku.” Katsuki purred in a low voice.

The treble of the king’s voice was enough to draw a shiver down Izuku’s spine. Bright, green eyes locked with blood red ones simmering with dragon fire. The flames of that innate fire reflected back on emerald orbs, casting an eerie glow against both their faces. Izuku took a deep steadying breath and placed his hands onto Katsuki’s firmly muscled chest. He grabbed the taut mounds and started massaging them with his fingers. The blond watched him with an amused smirk as the smaller male kneaded the soft flesh with targeted squeezes. 

“Is that all you’re gonna do for the rest of the night, Deku? You finally are in charge and you just wanna sit there looking pretty?” Katsuki taunted. 

Izuku frowned at the other’s smug expression. He was the one in control tonight. He was the one who set the pace tonight, not the king. 

A determined glint filled Izuku’s eyes and his hands travelled over to the rosy buds perched atop the taller male. He grabbed a nipple each in between his fingers and pinched roughly. The pink nubs hardened in response, making the freckled male grin. 

“Fuuuck.” Katsuki moaned as he leaned into Izuku’s touch.

Izuku wasted no time in launching a full scale attack against the sensitive flesh. He raked his nails over Katsuki’s pecs hard enough to leave bright red lines everywhere he touched. The barbarian reached out his hands to grab Izuku’s hips. 

“Hands off!” Izuku commanded.

The blond held up his hands in mock surrender and Izuku grabbed them with his own. He promptly positioned them over the taller male’s head. He kept them secured there with one hand and reached for a discarded pair of pants nearby with the other. He grabbed the belt still attached to the clothes and slipped it through the hoops deftly. He looped the material around the blond’s wrists and fastened it tightly.

Izuku didn’t honestly believe such a weak confinement like that could hold the blonde, but there was still something uniquely satisfying about entertaining this small illusion of power over his captor. The sight of Katsui bound and seemingly pliant beneath him was captivating. It was the king’s turn to flush a dark red color as someone slowly took him apart Izuku decided. It felt too good to be the one taking charge, the one not on the receiving end of an attack on their senses. There was no way he couldn’t take full advantage of this opportunity. 

Izuku continued to toy with the blond’s nipples. He pinched and pulled and bit the rosy buds until they turned an angry, dark shade of red. He leaned down and swept his tongue over the abused flesh, watching as the king writhed below him. His hips bucked up and jostled the smaller male slightly. 

Izuku raised his eyebrows in warning, but Katsuki just grinned back unrepentantly. The green haired male sat up and his fingers gripped the hem of the blond’s pants. He pulled them down in one fluid motion before shimmying the material down Katsuki’s legs. The king was just as naked as Izuku now.

The greenette placed his hands between toned thighs and spread the king’s legs further apart. He dipped down to mouth at the firm muscles along Katsuki’s inner thighs. His teeth left distinct crescent marks in their wake as he roamed further and further up, finally concluding at the blond’s crotch.

Izuku grabbed his cock again and licked a stripe down the length of Katsuki’s member from root to tip. He repeated the action a few times before wrapping his lips around the head and taking it into his mouth fully. Katsuki groaned loudly as the wet heat enveloped him. 

Izuku wasted no time in taking the other as deeply as possible into his mouth. The tip hit the back of his throat, but he resurfaced quickly, never allowing it to stay there for long like he normally would. The blond growled with frustration at the rapid fire deepthroating. 

A loud snapping sound pierced the air around them. Izuku glanced up to see that the blond had broken his restraints. Katsuki inched his hands towards the other’s locks slowly, allowing Izuku time to halt his movements if he desired. The one time prince inclined his head slightly in agreement and rough, calloused hands dug into hair.

The blond gripped his curls so tightly that he felt hairs being ripped from his scalp. The king must be very close to his release. Izuku ignored the increased pressure on the top of his head and continued bobbing up and down at a leisurely pace, not allowing Katsuki to change the speed or depth in any way. 

The barbarian grew impatient and tried to thrust up into the smaller male’s throat. He struggled to keep his length buried there as the greenette pushed his hips back down. Once the taller male was fully settled on the bed again, Izuku allowed Katsuki’s cock to fall from his mouth completely. He dipped back down and twirled his tongue around the tip playfully before sucking on it gently. The teasing licks and sucks assaulted the king’s tentative self-control, until eventually tiny explosions from the king’s palms lit up the room. 

“You’re pushing your fucking luck, Deku.” Katsuki grit out. 

Izuku popped off his cock with a wet sound. He placed one hand on Katsuki’s chest as he slowly elevated himself and used the other to grab the king’s member. The freckled male held the straining erection tightly within his grasp and lined it up to his hole. They didn’t break eye contact as the greenette lowered himself onto the other slowly, inch by inch. 

Katsuki hissed as the tight warmth encased his length. Izuku threw his head back as he bottomed out, their bodies now flush together. He moaned wantonly as he wiggled his hips, testing out the new position. The angle was somehow different with Izuku seated atop the blond. It was just as deep inside him as usual, but reached new places.

Izuku lifted up cautiously until just the tip remained, taking extra care to ensure they remained connected. He slammed back down onto Katsuki and his breath hitched as he was impaled by the sizable member. Izuku duplicated the action over and over, watching as the king twitched beneath him with a heated blush coloring his features. 

The blond grew impatient with being a mere bystander before long. The next time Izuku lowered himself he was aided by Katsuki’s powerful hands pulling him down. The king snapped his hips up at the same moment, purposefully aiming for the other's prostate.

Heat coiled tightly inside Izuku as they built up a steady rhythm of push and pull. Every downward descent was met with an upward thrust of equal force. The room was filled with the familiar sounds of their bodies joining together. It wasn’t long before Izuku added to the noise, babbling incoherently as he bounced determinedly on Katsuki’s dick.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight. Like a goddamn vice around my cock.” Katsuki groaned appreciatively. “How do you feel?”

“A-amazing.” Izuku answered honestly.

“Yeah? You like having your enemy’s cock inside you that much?” 

“You’re not my - hah - enemy anymore.”

“Is that so?” Katsuki chuckled. “What am I to you then?”

Izuku paused for a moment, motionless. He knew instinctively that it was a loaded question with far reaching implications. His mind wandered off to that fateful day they had first met as he mulled the question over in his mind. What was he anymore? The king’s defeated enemy, his fucktoy, his captive, his mate? All the roles had one thing in common he realized with startling clarity. 

“Answer me, say it!” Katsuki’s voice cut through his wandering thoughts. His eyes burned like coals against the relative darkness of the room.

“No! I can’t, I won’t!” Izuku cried out the refusal.

“Fucking say it.” Katsuki purred into the shell of Izuku’s ear as he thrust his hips up forcefully.

“Nnnngggn, I-I-I-.” Izuku gasped. 

“Say it, Izuku .”

“I’m yours!” Izuku screeched belligerently.

“That’s right, baby, all mine .” Katsuki agreed. “Now come for me , come on nothing but my cock inside you.” 

Streaks of cum burst from Izuku’s untouched length, decorating his chest in white. He clenched down even tighter on the length still engulfed by his heat and Katsuki came with a loud curse. 

The blond cleaned them up quickly before pressing a soft kiss on Izuku’s forehead and snuggling close to the smaller male once more. The greenette drifted off to sleep with a peaceful smile planted firmly on his face. His calm slumber was disrupted a few hours later though as intense pain radiated from his stomach. He clutched his body in confusion as he burned feverishly beneath the covers. The king woke up from the commotion.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, baby.” Katsuki soothed. “You’re so strong, I know you can get through this.”

Izuku didn’t know what this was, but it was decidedly unpleasant. He screamed as a violent cramp twisted inside him. What the hell was happening to his bod y?

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Izuku could barely form a single, coherent thought as he laid in bed, consumed by pain. His entire body was on fire. Swells of heat rolled over his skin in tidal waves and sweat poured out of him uncontrollably. His damp clothes clung to his body uncomfortably as he thrashed about. He didn’t even remember putting clothes on before he fell asleep last night. 

It was little consolation when the king walked into the room with a large container of water and a wet washcloth. The blond draped the material over Izuku’s forehead, but it did little to alleviate the blistering heat. The barbarian tucked a few loose curls behind his ear. Emerald eyes shot open. 

The king looked down at him with concern. He brought a small bottle to Izuku’s face. The younger male turned away.

“Hey, it’s just for pain relief.” Katsuki assured him in a low voice. 

Izuku still had misgivings but he was desperate. The pain refused to subside. He turned back towards the other male and drank from the container with a wary expression.

“What did you do to me?” Izuku hissed after he finished, temper flaring up. 

The ex-prince couldn’t think. Couldn’t remember that his life and more importantly, his mother’s life were dependent on keeping the blond happy. His entire body trembled with barely contained rage.  His body didn’t feel any different, other than the pain, but that didn’t stop his imagination from racing through all the possibilities in a vicious loop. Each potential outcome angered him more than the last. 

“I told you - I’m bringing us closer together.” the king answered, sitting down in the bed next to the freckled male. 

“What does that even mean? Stop with the games!”

“Your body is changing.”

“Changing how?”

“You’ll understand in time.”

“Whatever you did, you had no right!” Izuku screeched, still clutching his stomach. He could tell the king wasn’t going to explain the situation further and it just infuriated him more. 

“Your body belongs to me, remember?” Katsuki said in a low voice. “You agreed to this. Your body, your soul - all of it belongs to me. Besides, most of the changes are only temporary.” 

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?! You changed my body without my permission, without my knowledge! And I’m supposed to be okay with it because it’s only temporary ?”

“The good news is we’ll have our entire lives for you to get the fuck over it.”

“What do you mean by that?” Izuku asked. 

“We’re fully bonded now.” Katsuki said simply. “You’re part of me and I’m part of you. Forever.”

Izuku watched in disbelief as the blond worked a hand around his neck and the necklace fell onto the bed. That jewelry had been the bane of his existence since the day he was captured. The way it laid there atop the covers so innocently was almost insulting to the younger male. The bottom of a volcano would be a more fitting resting place for it. 

“How do you know I won’t try to kill you?”

“I don’t.” Katsuki told the other. “But it’s your choice now, Deku. Stay. Leave. Try to kill me. It’s all up to you. You aren’t my prisoner anymore.” 

Izuku didn’t say a word as he mulled over his options. He was finally free, even the king himself had said it. He could walk out the front doors with his mother and never look back. But a more powerful thought lingered at the back of his mind. He couldn’t shake the idea of what the two of them could be, of what they could accomplish together

“Get your lazy ass up, make up your mind later. You’ve moped in bed long enough.” Katsuki teased, abruptly ending Izuku’s musings, as he looped an arm around the smaller male and yanked him upright. Izuku yelped. “Your mom is waiting for you.”

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The walk from their shared bedroom to one of the private dining halls was surprisingly short and the pain had abated by the time they arrived at the table where his mother was already waiting for them. Whatever medicine the blond had force fed him was working. 

The king took his place at the head of the table, Izuku joining him on the right. His mother smiled warmly at him and ignored Katsuki’s existence altogether. The table was set for five, which meant they were short two guests. The food was already being served by a few servants when the missing pair arrived. 

“About time you showed up.” Katsuki announced.

“Shut it, brat!” Someone barked back at the king. 

“Inko!”

Izuku watched in fascination from across the table as a look of recognition passed over his mother’s face. His eyebrows pinched together in confusion as his mother jumped up from her seat and walked towards the other woman. He recognized the blonde on sight. She looked too similar to the hotheaded king to be anything other than Katsuki’s mother.

The two women regarded each other carefully, one with outstretched arms and the other with an obvious hesitancy. A few awkward seconds ticked by, neither moving until Inko finally relented. The two hugged tightly, the taller woman planting a quick kiss on Inko’s cheek.

“You two know each other?” Izuku asked curiously.

“Yes, honey. Most of the royal families know each other - even the ones at odds with each other. We met when we were just kids.” Inko explained to her son, taking her seat back. “Alliances, wars; they’re all so fickle.”

“I wish our first meeting after all these years was under better circumstances.” The retired queen added as she sat down with her husband beside her. “I was sad to hear about Toshinori. He was a great leader.”

“Yeah, he was.” Katsuki chimed in.

Izuku bristled with anger in his seat. He gripped the knife in his hand tightly as he looked over at his mate. The king looked unfazed as a heavy silence blanketed over them all. 

“Then why did you kill him?” Izuku asked, breaking the tense quiet. 

“What, you want me to apologize for killing my enemy? Not gonna happen.” Katsuki informed the other. “I don’t see what the big deal is. The old man was already dying. I gave him a warrior’s death - a death worthy of someone like him.”

Inko’s fork dropped onto her plate with a loud sound. Her green eyes widened. 

“You knew he was dying?”

“‘Course we did. One of our oracles told us.” the king replied. This wasn’t news to Izuku, since Katsuki had told him as much the very first day they had met. 

“I’ve never liked you. You’re bloodthirsty and contemptible. I can never forgive you for the things you did to our kingdom, to my son .” Inko spat at the young king unkindly. Her normally kind face was contorted with intense dislike. 

“To build what he has, sometimes the only option is to be ruthless.” Mitsuki cut in.

But ,” the shorter woman continued as if there had been no interruption. Her hard expression softened just slightly. “I must thank you for allowing my husband to die with dignity. To be remembered by his legacy as a king, not by the horrible disease that consumed his body.”

Katsuki blinked in surprise a few times as he processed the woman’s words. He nodded his head in acknowledgement, but didn’t say anything to her. 

“I don’t see what you’re so worked up about anyway, Deku.” Katsuki turned his attention back to Izuku. “Endeavor personally killed my grandfather years ago and the old man was perfectly healthy. Didn’t stop us from trading with them. We were more pissed off that he lied about seeing dragons in his territory. Personal feelings have no place in running a kingdom. How’re you supposed to help me run this empire if you can’t separate the two?”

Izuku seethed from beside his mate. He wanted to yell at Katsuki about how any fool would know better than to believe there were dragons roaming around the frozen tundra of the Todoroki kingdom. They hated the cold. It was known. 

But instead he settled with, “I’m perfectly capable of helping!’

“Then prove it.”

“The winter solstice would be the perfect time to announce your new mate to the world. Don’t you agree, brat?” Mitsuki interrupted loudly, stifling the impending argument. She glared at her stubborn son from across the table. Their scowls were nearly identical.

“I can still remember when you first announced that we were mates.” Masaru added, looking at his wife with fondness. “I thought I was going to pass out.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about that from Izuku.” Mitsuki replied with a wide grin. 

“You both are being so supportive. I’m surprised you aren’t angry about this.” Izuku gestured between himself and the king. 

“Angry? Why would we be angry?” Mitsuki said with a perplexed look. 

“I just thought you’d want your son to marry an ally or someone strategic.” 

“Ha! The Bakugous have always had a soft spot for green eyes and freckles. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I found out he had taken you. And I’m not shocked that he’s decided to be your mate now too.”

“A soft spot?” Izuku parroted back. 

“Yep, I had it too. I tried to scoop your mother up before I met Masarau.” Mitsuki grinned wickedly, enjoying the way Inko was blushing furiously. “But she was already enchanted with Toshinori by that time.”

“Enchanted is a strong word.” Inko hid her face behind her hands. 

“Well, you were a tad bit aggressive too, if the stories are to be believed.” Masarau teased his wife. “And I personally do believe it, considering the way you pursued me .”

The whole table erupted into laughter, even Mitsuki joined in. 

“What can I say? It all worked out perfectly in the end.”

“So when do you plan to have the wedding?” Masarau inquired politely. 

Izuku choked on his drink. 

“Wedding?” He spluttered once his coughing fit subsided. 

“Yeah, dumbass, a wedding. You didn’t think we were gonna have one of those?” Katsuki smirked. 

“But we’re mates already.”

Izuku wracked his brain trying to remember anything about dragonborn customs, but came up blank. He had been focused on their fighting styles and battle tactics more than anything else. He had never imagined that the mating rituals of their enemy would ever be useful to him. How times had changed.

“A wedding isn’t about joining us together. We’re already joined. It’s about sending a message to the world.” the King explained after swallowing another mouthful of food. 

“And announcing that we’re mates? What’s the purpose of that?”

“Think of it as an engagement party.”

“Then it’s settled! You’ll make the announcement at this winter solstice and plan for a wedding around the same time next year. It’s perfect.” Mitsuki said confidently.

“Just wait until the honeymoon.” Katsuki leaned down and purred into his ear. “The two of us. Alone for an entire month. The things I plan to do to you..”

“Kacchan!” Izuku admonished. “Not in front of my mom. Or your parents for that matter!”

“My parents don’t give a fuck and your mother has heard worse.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Izuku said in a breathless voice. His mom wouldn’t meet his eyes. She shook her head in refusal, line of sight fixated on her cup. Katsuki sighed irritably and leaned into his mate’s space some more.

“I used to fuck you when she was in the next room over.” the deep, gravelly voice rung in Izuku’s ear. “I used to make you come on my cock with nothing but a wall separating us from your mother.”

“You bastard .” the greenette whispered, recalling his mother’s descriptions of the secondhand stories she had supposedly heard from the maids. 

Katsuki didn’t appear to be bothered by the aspersion on his character and certainly made no efforts to refute it. In fact, he seemed perfectly at ease as he picked up another bottle of wine and poured some into his cup. The king’s parents similarly continued eating their food unburdened by the knowledge. 

Izuku’s temper flared up with no real outlet in sight. He stabbed a piece of meat onto his fork with a little more force than necessary. He pushed the anger down as deep as he could before it had the chance to crest and suffocate him entirely. Residual fury prowled in the recesses of his mind, just waiting for the chance to be liberated. 

Neither Midoriya contributed much to the conversation around the table after that. The elder Bakugou couple left after some time with a hurried goodbye and a wave, leaving just the king, Izuku and Inko alone. The absence of sound became even more pronounced until finally everyone finished their meal. 

“C’mon, Deku. It’s time for us to go.” the blond announced, pushing his seat back.  

“Izuku, wait, I’d like a moment with you. Alone.” the green haired woman said as Izuku shifted out of his seat, intent on following after Katsuki. 

Izuku glanced at the barbaric king, asking for permission without a single word spoken. Katsuki nodded his head and walked towards the edge of the room. The blond stopped once he was no longer within earshot. The displaced queen didn’t waste anytime. 

“Izuku, where is your necklace?” Inko snapped in gravely serious tone, looking her son squarely in the eye.  

“It’s… gone.”

“Why are you still here if you don’t have that ghastly thing restricting your magic anymore?”

Izuku hesitated, chewing at the inside of his mouth. He was still mad at the king for the involuntary exhibitisionism, the attempt to change his body and several other reasons really. But he wasn’t wavering in his choice. 

The freckled prince knew there was no right combination of words that would appease his mother. There was no perfect way to deliver the news of his decision to her. She wouldn’t understand and certainly wouldn’t agree with him no matter what he said. 

All she saw when she looked at Katsuki was senseless violence and death.  Over his time in captivity, Izuku had seen everything that the king was capable of - the good, the bad and everything in between. She couldn’t see the results past the bloodshed, but he could. He saw the revolution of change beyond the methods used. Katsuki was the embodiment of success, the very symbol of victory. As the king’s mate, he had a rare opportunity to be part of that, to influence the direction of the blond’s unstoppable intensity, to join it with his own formidable power. Why wouldn’t he want to be part of that?

“I’ve decided to stay.” Izuku replied simply. 

Here ? With him ?”

“Yes.”

“But we could finally escape now!”

“We’ve been over this.” Izuku sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 

“I know we have a lot of enemies out there, but hear me out. I gave it a lot of thought after the last time we talked… What if we returned to my home?”

“Mom, you know we aren’t welcome there. You were banished .” 

“You think I don’t remember that? I was only sent away because I married an outsider. Th-that’s not really an issue anymore.” the woman responded sadly. “I think we’d be safe there.”

“You may be willing to take that risk, but I’m not. My mind is made up.”

Inko’s face twisted with various emotions in the span of a few seconds - anger, incredulity, determination. Izuku wasn’t sure which his mother settled on before a mask of apathy slid into place. He had a sinking feeling that the matter was far from over in his mother’s view. But the woman didn’t say anything else. It was clear the conversation was over, at least for now.

As Izuku rose from the table once more, he glanced in his mother’s direction. The food on her plate looked untouched, maybe a bite or two missing at most. Her gaze was fixed firmly on the young barbarian at the outskirts of the room. Something dangerous lurked beneath those viridian pools, he could sense it, but the freckled male couldn’t worry about that now though. He had an alchemist to meet. 

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“Why do I keep having these visits with Mei?” Izuku asked as they climbed the stairs to the woman’s office for the millionth time. 

“Stop asking.” Katsuki groaned. 

“If you would just tell me what’s going on, I wouldn’t have to wonder.” Izuku retorted as they walked into the woman’s workshop.

Izuku found his usual seat and plopped himself down onto the cushion, the king standing next to him. When he had initially started these visits, there was only one chair in her office. It was an uncomfortable piece of furniture with unyielding metal that pressed into his back painfully. It had only taken one mention of this and the very next visit, the greenette was greeted with a large, wooden chair complete with a plush cushion on top. 

“How have you been feeling, Midoriya?” the pink haired woman asked as she entered her office. 

A small smile crept its way onto Izuku’s face as their eyes met. He had decided early on that he liked her, strange character that she was. Her excitement for all her various creations was palpable. When she wasn’t throwing together various ingredients for some new concoction, she experimented with improving the mechanisms for weapons and other devices. He could appreciate that kind of energy and enthusiasm, even if it did cause some unusual catastrophes at odd hours of the night. It made him hopeful that there was still a chance for success.  

“Fine, I guess?” Izuku responded with uncertainty. 

“Let’s see how you’re progressing then.”

Mei nicked the top of his finger with a small dagger. A few drops of blood oozed out and she swabbed the wound with a clean cloth, throwing the fabric into a pestle on her desk next. It sizzled immediately, a small flame bursting into existence. The fire glowed deep purple before turning back into a normal orange, yellow variety. Izuku didn’t need her to tell them what he already knew. 

“Nothing yet, your majesties.” Mei informed them with a slight shake of her head. “But don’t you worry! My babies have never let me down. It’s just a matter of time.”

The wording was different but the message was always basically the same - Izuku was the same as the day he first stepped into the alchemist’s office. A small worried frown followed each of these visits. Izuku could tell the king was disappointed but by what he couldn’t say. Whatever the king was hoping for was clearly not happening though. That much was obvious to Izuku. 

Anxiety began to grow with each subsequent failed visit. Days eventually turned into weeks. Initially, his anger for the involuntary changes to his body had clouded over everything. Now there was worry that he was somehow not meeting the king’s high standards. Was he defective? Would the king determine that he no longer wanted Izuku? Was the arrangement for his mom in danger?

Paranoia blurred his higher reasoning. Each time the blond returned from one of his conquests, the greenette would stand at the gates waiting impatiently for him. Jade eyes scoured the crowd of soldiers, searching everywhere until he found the king. Once he found his mate, Izuku would look incessantly around the older male for any evidence of a newly acquired concubine. For any sign of a usurper coming to steal what he had worked so hard to obtain.

Moments like those, the young prince couldn’t help but think about the other captives he had pushed out of the king’s bed. His assumption about them had been so, so very wrong as he learned during that meeting with his mother. Guilt had plagued him since the moment he realized that instead of being forced into a life of servitude, these men were cast into the sea. It was all his fault. He had sentenced them to watery graves in his bid to secure power. And now with his body’s refusal to change, he was in danger of meeting the same fate. 

The freckled male did his best to ignore the wayward thoughts collecting in his brain, but the doubts were starting to eat away at him from the inside out. He examined his physique daily for any outward signs of alteration and each day his body let him down. It looked the same way it had since maturing years ago. If only he knew in what ways his body was supposed to change, maybe he could will them into existence. 

The date of their formal announcement loomed over his entire being. He wasn’t sure he could stomach being proclaimed as the king’s mate next week. He was such a failure maybe Katsuki would dispose of him into the sea before then anyway. The thought only dragged him further into despair. 

His apprehension started bubbling to the surface at odd times. Like the time he snapped at Mei to check his results one more fucking time . Or the time he swatted away Katsuki’s hand midair as the king tried to caress his bare thigh. The blond surprisingly didn’t retaliate.

It was just a matter of time before everything erupted. All the tension, all the worry, all the anxiety - it was too much. The banquet was just two days away now and his stress had reached a new personal high. The banquet was just two days away and Izuku was stuck listening to one of the royal advisors prattling on about taxes in Katsuki’s war room. 

The young male was bored beyond belief, but also on edge at the same time. Every word from the staff irritated him. Every scrape of a chair against the furniture bothered him. Even the elation he felt over having his own seat finally couldn’t distract him.

Previously, he had been confined to the ground, shoved between the king’s legs underneath the wooden top of the table. It was a convenient position for the barbarian. It gave him unfettered access to the wet heat of Izuku’s mouth whenever the mood struck him. 

Izuku shifted in his seat at the mention of Elven Ridge from an advisor. He started listening closely since the meeting first started. 

“..and I think it would be safe to skip by that area. They likely don’t have anything of value to us.”

“Why not?” Izuku interrupted.

The advisor turned from Katsuki to Izuku and then back. His face scrunched up with confusion. 

“Deku, let these extras do their job. Be quiet.” Katsuki said with a stern edge.

“I’ve actually been to Elven Ridge before. Have they ?” the prince demanded to know. 

The advisors shook their heads. One even had the gall to laugh at him.

“If you were so good at advising, I would think your kingdom would still be intact.” the tallest one remarked. 

The memory of that fateful day swam before Izuku’s eyes. The way countless bodies, burnt and bloodied, were stacked haphazardly just outside their castle. If he focused too long, he could still smell the foul stench of sulfur in the air that day, could still hear the screams of terror as explosions streaked across the sky. Izuku snapped, red flooding his vision.

He started grabbing whatever was within arm’s reach at the moment. He wrapped his fingers around a metal candle base. He threw it at one of the advisors, who narrowly managed to dodge it. Next he seized an abandoned plate and launched it in their direction, managing to hit one of them this time. It didn’t break the skin, but a welt was already beginning to form there.

“Get the hell out of here.” Katsuki barked at his staff. 

They didn’t need to be told twice. They scattered from the room like debris from a landslide in freefall. It was just the king and his mate now. That didn’t pacify the smaller male at all. He picked up a chair and lobbed it at the blond. 

The king barely blasted it away in time with a grunt and well aimed explosion. The singed, broken materials sprawled out across the floor. The smell of burning wood filled their lungs. The situation was rapidly escalating to something reminiscent of a warzone. Most of the room was in a state of disarray by this point. All of Katsuki’s meticulous organization had been eviscerated in a matter of minutes by an enraged lover. 

The room was devoid of sound as they glared at each other, calculating and sharp. Every step Katsuki made to reach Izuku was matched by a step back. It was the same frustrating dance of give and take, push and pull, that categorized their relationship as a whole. For each challenge one issued, the other rose and answered. But the king wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Katsuki grinned as he lunged at Izuku. The green haired male dodged, a triumphant smile on his face until he saw that the other’s grin had deepened. He glanced around quickly, realizing his predicament. 

Izuku was running out of space and items to throw. He had been pushed towards the edge of the room where both of those resources were scarce. The king surged forward purposefully, cutting off any chance for escape. The younger male was cornered between the wall and Katsuki’s desk. Even if he somehow managed to round the furniture, there was no way for Izuku to avoid the blond’s lightning quick reflexes. Izuku winced as an edge of the desk collided with his leg. 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, idiot.” Katsuki grit out.

“Like you care!” Izuku scoffed, before breaking into disjointed mumbling. “He’s just gonna off me one day. I have no idea what he’s even waiting for. There’s no risk in it for him. No consequences. Is he just toying with me?”

The prince looked slightly mad, murmuring to himself. His frame was shrunken and slightly hunched over. A wild gleam filled veridian pools, just barely hovering over the precipice to his sanity.

“What the fuck are you on about?” Katsuki stopped the other’s muttering. 

“You! You’re just waiting for the right moment to kill me.”

“If I wanted you dead, don’t you think I would have done it by now?” the barbarian laughed humorlessly. 

“Did you tell the others that too before you had them flung out into the ocean by your soldiers?” Izuku parried the question as he picked up more miscellaneous supplies.

“I’ve never sent someone I fucked into the Fyre Sea, you dumbass. Don’t believe everything you hear.” Katsuki ran a hand down the side of his face. It was obvious by the wrinkle between his eyebrows that the explosive man was annoyed. “Besides that, you’re my mate, not just some insignificant cockwarmer.” 

“Then what happened to them?” Izuku stilled completely, his inquisitive nature giving him pause.

“I gifted them to other rulers.”

“That’s not much better!’ Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders in answer.

“Whatever. Put that shit down already, goddamit!”

Izuku tossed a bottle of ink at him in response. The black liquid pooled on the ground at his feet. The blond advanced with a murderous expression on his face, sidestepping the mess. The prince found a mug and struck it against the edge of the king’s desk. It burst into pieces from the impact, leaving a jagged remnant in Izuku’s hand. They were within arms’ reach.

“Gonna cut me with that?” Katsuki taunted, that familiar, dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Nope.” Izuku replied, bringing the sharp object to his skin. He started pressing into the side of his wrist. Blond eyebrows shot up as the first red droplet appeared on freckled skin. 

“Katsuki Bakugou,” Izuku shouted, “you will listen to what I have to say or by the gods, I will cut through my own veins.” 

It was a test, each knew it. The prince was rolling the dice to ascertain the limits of Katsuki’s commitment to him, to their relationship. Neither of them blinked, but after a few strained moments the blond relented. 

“Fine, what do you need to tell me?”

“They think it’s a good idea to pass by Elven Ridge without ever having stepped foot there. I have and I just know there’s something there. Something valuable. No one on the entire continent has ever had a military force like the one you have. You could be the one to make that discovery and claim whatever’s there for yourself.”

“Alright, Deku, have it your way. I’ll let my generals know.” Katsuki grumbled in exhaustion as Izuku set the sharp object down on the desk.

“But you’re still gonna get punished for pulling that stunt.” he added as he headed for the door.

“Fuck you, you bastard!” Izuku screamed at the retreating figure.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me.” Katsuki mocked with an eye roll, nearly out the door.

The greenette growled angrily in response, inspiration crashing into him like an avalanche. Izuku crossed the room and crowded into the king’s space, shoving him all the way up the table until Katsuki’s entire body was atop the surface. He had caught his mate off guard, judging by his surprised expression. A feral grin stretched across Katsuki’s face. He laid back and stretched his arms behind his head.

“You’ve grown so bold, Deku.” Katsuki taunted. “What are you gonna do now?”

Red embers ablaze with lust glowed at Izuku. The smaller male climbed onto the table after him, recklessly ignoring the inferno waiting there to consume him. He crawled over the surface until his body loomed over Katsuki. 

Izuku brought his lips crashing down onto Katsuki’s at the same time he twisted his hands into ash blond locks. The king immediately deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past Izuku’s lips. A searing electricity started where their mouths joined together and rocketed over the rest of their bodies like a storm touching down on dry land.

Izuku’s hands travelled to the cottony fabric of the blond’s shirt. A loud, tearing sound hit their ears. The shirt didn’t stand a chance now that the prince had his magic back at his disposal. The king still looked unfazed and reclined back more. It was as if the older man didn’t even consider him a threat. 

The thought possessed Izuku as he clawed apart Katsuki’s pants next, breaking their kiss entirely. The torn remains of the blond’s clothes settled along the table. Izuku shucked his own shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly. His hands fumbled with the buckle around his waist but he eventually removed that too. His pants and underwear followed suit next.

The entire time he stripped down the blond just watched him, challenging him without uttering a single word. Despite Katsuki being the one laid out on his back beneath him, it felt like the Dragonborn was the one with the power. It was like Izuku had somehow managed to cage a lethal predator and the monster was mere seconds from breaking free.

The prince slid a hand behind the juncture of each of Katsuki’s knees and pushed them up until they reached his chest. All of Katsuki’s body was on display for once. The blond was still fighting to keep the image of a cool, calm demeanor in place but Izuku was beginning to see the cracks - the way his breaths came in shallow and labored, the tiny beads of sweat clinging to wild spikes of hair… then there was the most obvious sign of all - the king’s hard, angry erection laid flat against the smooth expanse of his stomach, surrounded by pale hairs at the base.

This was the very first time Izuku had seen the other man’s entrance fully exposed. The prince eyed the area with interest. Izuku was furious, but he wasn’t out to really hurt the blond. He couldn’t just shove something inside the other with zero regard to his comfort. He stuck his own fingers into his mouth until they were fully coated in saliva and then brought them down to Katsuki’s rim.

Izuku circled the area in slow, unsure circles. He pushed one finger inside just slightly and the king hissed between his teeth. Red eyes watched him closely as Izuku pressed the digit inside deeper, easing past rings of muscle. He stopped once just the beginning of his knuckle was visible. 

Katsuki’s back arched as the greenette pumped his finger in and out in a gentle rhythm. He only added a second digit after the blond tapped on his leg impatiently and held up two long, slender fingers. His unspoken order was clear. Izuku obliged, scissoring the king open with the additional finger. 

“Fucking put it in me already, Deku. I’m not gonna break, you asshole.”

Izuku cracked in that moment. He pulled his fingers out and lined his member up to Katsuki’s entrance. If the blond wasn’t concerned, then he wouldn’t be either. 

His length was already leaking pitifully, ready to burst before he was able to experience the thrill of being inside Katsuki. He would end up releasing into his own hand at this rate, if he didn’t take the next and final step. He pushed himself forward, following the same route his fingers had pioneered moments ago. 

Once Izuku bottomed out, he stilled. His smaller body was sprawled out motionlessly across Katsuki’s larger one. The freckled prince tucked his face into the juncture between the blond’s neck and shoulder. Each breath sounded like it cost a great deal of energy as if the greenette was struggling to consume oxygen after staying underwater for too long. The heavy exhales of air tickled against Katsuki’s smooth skin. 

“Joke’s on you, by the way, asshole.” Katsuki hissed into the shell of Izuku’s ear. “I like taking dick.”

“Then why have we never done this before?” Izuku managed to say.

“Mmmm, I only like it from someone who is my equal. You’ve only recently proven yourself.”

“I can’t imagine many have met your high standards.” Izuku sneered. 

“Just one other besides you.” Katsuki agreed. 

“Tell me about him.” Izuku tried to himself that it wasn’t jealousy propelling his curiosity towards this unknown man who had laid with Katsuki before him, who had earned the king’s respect before him. 

“Maybe another time, Deku.” Katsuki chuckled. “I don’t wanna talk about him while your dick is in my ass.”

“Fine.” 

Izuku snarled as he pulled out until just the tip of his member remained lodged inside Katsuki. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself into that tight heat once more. The blond groaned aloud. 

“That’s it, Deku.” Katsuki goaded him. “Give it to me.”

“Like this?” Izuku demonstrated with another roll of his hips. Katsuki hummed affirmatively. 

“Did that other guy giv-.” Izuku tried to say. 

Katsuki growled and pushed Izuku out of him, flipping their positions so that the smaller male was on his back. The blond straddled the smaller male’s hips and lowered himself back onto Izuku’s throbbing length without warning. Inch by inch, he sunk further and further down until their bodies were flush against one another. 

“Too much talking, Deku.” Katsuki smirked as he lifted himself and then dropped back down.

Izuku yelled out as Katsuki impaled himself on his cock. The heat engulfed his length, fogging his mind further with lust. The greenette went to speak again but the older male slipped his fingers into the prince’s mouth as soon as his lips parted. He pushed them back more and more until Izuku gagged. Katsuki grinned approvingly.

“Look at that, finally found a way to shut you up, baby.” 

Izuku glared at the luminous rubies looking down at him with hunger. That only fueled the blond more. Katsuki rocked his body up and down with renewed vigor, drowning in the sweet cries it pulled from his mate. The prince wasn’t even on the receiving end this time and yet he moaned each time Katsuki bounced on his lap. 

The noises from Izuku combined with the lewd sounds of skin touching skin filled the empty space of the room. Arousal climbed higher for both of them as the blond continued his relentless pace, positioning his body just right so that Izuku’s length hit his prostate as he descended. The taller male wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking it in tandem with every rebound of his hips. 

“Why do you get to touch yourself?” Izuku pouted as he spotted Katsuki grasping his length roughly. “When you’re on top, I don’t get to do that!”

“Because I’m still in charge.” the blonde responded, sharp canine teeth showing.

“This ass is still mine.” Katsuki said, stopping to lean down and grab Izuku’s ass. “Just like your dick. Mine to use however I want.”

“And right now?” Katsuki fondled the other’s chest, pinching a nub between his fingers. Izuku cried out wantonly from the simulation. “I want your dick inside me. Filling my ass up with your cum.” 

The king kept his hands positioned on Izuku’s sweat slick chest, grabbing the cool metal bars there and pulling them indiscriminately. Izuku screeched and his face flushed a dark red with each twist of the blond’s fingers.

“Can you do that, Izuku? Can you fill me up, baby?” 

Izuku nodded his head with a scream of yes leaving his lips. He held onto Katsuki’s hips as his release claimed his body. A steady stream of liquid burst from Izuku, filling up the other just like he had demanded. 

Seeing Izuku unravel beneath him pushed Katsuki over the edge. The blond did his best to aim his own seed towards that beautiful, freckled face. Streaks of white painted the smaller male’s chest and abs, a few even landing on Izuku’s jaw. 

“Good boy, Izuku.” The king purred. Izuku didn’t stir.

“We can’t just leave this mess here, can we?” Katsuki commented, sliding his digits through the cum splattered across Izuku’s chest and scooping the liquid up with his fingers. 

“Open up.” 

The command hardly registered in Izuku’s blissed out, postcoital mind. The younger male had just released into someone else for the first time in his entire life. He could barely turn his head to try and ask the barbarian to repeat himself. 

A deep rumble of satisfaction emanated from the blond at seeing Izuku so fatigued. He used his free hand to pry open the prince’s mouth, cramming his fingers inside. Izuku instinctively began to lap at the digits in his mouth until they were clean. Katsuki didn’t stop until no traces of his seed remained. 

“You’ve had your fun, Izuku. Now it’s my turn.” Katsuki said darkly. 

The blond shuffled off of Izuku’s lap. He grabbed the smaller male and flipped his body once more. Izuku landed motionlessly like a ragdoll, still tired out from his orgasm. He didn’t move as Katsuki rearranged him into one of his favorite positions - shoulders shoved down onto the bed, back arched, ass high in the air for his taking. 

Katsuki’s refractory time was incredible. His already fully hard member slid between Izuku’s cheeks. The blond didn’t bother with prepping, instead angling his cock at the other’s hole and pressing inside all at once. 

The greenette cried out at the sudden intrusion of the king filling him up and flooding his body with warmth. The pace was hot and fast and merciless and everything that the younger male had come to enjoy. This lasted well into the early morning hours until the king finally carried Izuku into their bed and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

The following morning, Katsuki left for an early meeting. He couldn’t resist ruffling green locks in between his fingers before he begrudgingly walked away though. This left Izuku alone for his visit to Mei. Somehow the thought didn’t worry him like it did before last night. 

When he threw open the door, his staff were already seated around the table. None of them spoke as the king joined them. They avoided eye contact as Katsuki peered around.

“What is wrong with all of you?” the blond asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Is your - um - mate joining us today?”

“That’s what has you morons scared?” Katsuki laughed loudly, the sound echoing around the silence of the room. “He’s busy, you bunch of cowards. So don’t worry.”

One of the advisors breathed a sigh of relief. Another one nodded their head timidly. Katsuki couldn’t deny the way his heart swelled with pride.

The rest of the meeting went without incident. The blond was back in the comfort of their room less than an hour later. Izuku wasn’t back yet so he busied himself with some paperwork. The position of being king seemed less fun than advertised at moments like this, but the royal budget wouldn’t approve itself he supposed. He isn’t sure how much time has passed by when a voice broke him out of the monotonous process.

“Mei told me to give you this.” 

The king looked up to see his mate standing a foot away from his desk. The smaller male could be exceptionally strealthy sometimes. Izuku was rocking a bit on his heels, hand stretched out towards Katsuki with obvious hesitation. He frowned slightly as he grabbed the small, folded piece of paper from the prince’s hand. He scanned over the contents - once, twice, three times; his eyes widening with each pass.

A triumphant smile spread across Katsuki’s face. He jumped up from his desk, sending his chair toppling to the ground noisily. Izuku tensed, unsure what to expect. Katsuki grabbed him in a tight hug. Izuku looked at him, baffled, but didn’t resist the embrace. Whatever was in that note must have been great news. 

A noise from the front of the room startled Izuku and they broke apart. Aoyama hovered cautiously from nearby the door. He smiled dazzlingly at the couple, realizing he had been spotted.

“Sorry, your Highness. I don’t mean to interrupt.” the king doubted this immensely. 

“It’s fine.” Katsuki laughed. “What do you want?”

“Just to let you know all the guests have arrived for the banquet. We had very few cancellations.” the canary blond smiled. “But all of the most important families are represented. The Yaoyorozus, the Todorokis, the-.”

“Todorokis? Endeavor finally climbed out of whatever hole he’s been fucking?”

“No, your Majesty. He sent his youngest in his stead.”

“IcyHot, huh? Haven’t seen that bastard in a few years.” Katsuki grinned wickedly.

Izuku’s eyebrows pinched together and the corners of his lips fell. He couldn’t explain why, but a seed of dread bloomed in his chest. A shiver raced over his body and Izuku nestled himself under one of the king’s arms. Katsuki blinked in surprise, but tightened his grip around the smaller male.