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Eijirou is sure someone has been following him around.
Maybe not right now, since he can't smell anything that would alarm his inner Omega and he doesn't feel eyes on him, but he's sure he's got a stalker.
Someone agile that knows how to be a ghost, who doesn't leave any trace behind. That bastard is most likely also using scent patches.
"Kiri, we got a... situation going on here."
Eijirou blinks as he adjusts his earpiece, giving one last glance over his shoulders before replying to his friend,
"Sero? What happened?"
"I think you should come to the agency. Hurry."
A sea of people is the first thing Eijirou sees as he finally arrives at his agency.
There are a lot of civilians — whose distress is so thick it could be cut with a knife — and reporters — with their microphones and cameras, ready to capture what they hope will be the news of the century — and he struggles to make his way through the crowd.
He feels hands all over his body, people calling his name for different reasons — Either to ask him silly questions or to ask for help — and he feels bad for not stopping by and reassuring them.
Normally he would, but there's no time to waste since he doesn't even know what's going on.
His own thoughts can hardly be heard over this racket, the whole city in chaos, which isn't an unusual thing to happen when the fear takes over, making everyone feel small and powerless.
His sidekicks are trying to hold the crowd back, telling them everything's under control. Eijirou wonders if it will be enough when a sidekick recognizes him and wraps a hand around his wrist to drag him away.
He tries to say something, only to be stopped by a reporter struggling to launch himself towards them, causing a sigh to leave Eijirou's lips.
He knows his sidekick wanted to catch him up on what's going on, but he'll have to find his answers somewhere else.
He sees his friends in the first line, just outside the agency entrance, looking up as they argue,
"I'm this close to melting that fucking villain," he hears Mina say as she clenches her fists up in the air.
Sero sighs — neither of them has noticed Eijirou yet. "You can't. If we try anything funny he'll kill the hostage."
Eijirou's eyes follow Sero's index finger pointing at the agency rooftop, his heart sinking as his brain registers his friend's words.
He doesn't see anyone, but by the way they're talking he can already picture in his mind the ugly scenario. He just doesn't know why nobody is acting on it yet — It's not like there are no heroes in the area.
Eijirou clears his throat, bringing his friends' attention to him, "Can someone tell me what's happening here?"
"Why are you here?!" Mina yells at the same time as Sero says, "Thank God you're here."
He raises an eyebrow at Mina, "Sero called me. So? What's happening?"
Eijirou frowns as his friends point at each other, apparently arguing over him and ignoring his question again. He would giggle at how silly they look if there wasn't someone's life on the line right now.
Instead, he raises his voice to be heard over their bickering,
"Guys, c'mon, what's going on?!"
Mina opens her mouth, but before she can form even a word, a loud whistle is heard from above.
He knits his eyebrows together as he snaps his head up, eyes going wide as he sees a young blond man — Definitely the Villain — with a grin printed on his face, running his tongue over his teeth.
He's too far away, but Eijirou can get a glimpse of his eyes, which almost seem to glow across the smoke spreading in the air. Eijirou follows the smoke with his gaze, trying to search for the source, hoping the villain hasn't set anything on fire.
His eyes can't catch the man's silhouette anymore, and he's not sure if it's because the smoke got in the way or if the villain isn't standing on the edge anymore.
An unpleasant feeling quickly spreads across his chest, like poison, filling his lungs and raising up to his throat until it's almost impossible for him to breathe properly.
He hates that a villain is in control, that he can't move a finger and has to play his game if he doesn't want someone to get hurt in the process.
Suddenly he hears a scream, and the villain can be seen again as he grabs a fistful of the civilian's shirt and pushes him forward, bending him over the verge as to shove him all the way down to the streets.
"You better get up here or it's over for this fucker!" the villain shouts, grinning and ignoring the civillain's pleas. "Alone," He adds before stepping back again, dragging the man with him.
The tumult of the crowd is like a wave that sweeps Eijirou away, the flashing cameras capturing the disaster taking place.
Questions over questions ring in his ears, the reporters shout with everything they have as if it will make the heroes want to speak in front of their judging eyes and poisonous tongues.
"Uhm. Yes, this is what I was trying to tell you," Mina says, sending a quick glance to the reporters before ignoring them again.
"He made everyone evacuate the building and asked for you. We can't go up or he'll kill the civilian."
"For fuck's sake," Eijirou breathes, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Tell me Shouto is fine."
His mate should be patrolling in a different area of the city, so he should be okay, and so far it looks like nobody's gotten hurt, but he still needs the reassurance.
"Don't worry, he wasn't in the building," Mina says as she rubs his back.
"Even if he was, he still would be fine," Sero adds. "The villain didn't hurt anyone, he just put on a big show, shouting threats."
Eijirou nods, letting himself breathe. It's good, it's going to be okay.
He can do this.
He receives a friendly and light punch on his shoulder from Sero before he rushes inside. He's wasted enough time already and the civilian's life is in his hands.
He runs up the stairs, not caring about the possibility of tripping over himself as he takes two steps at a time on his way up.
The door that leads to the rooftop is closed, probably unlocked since it's unlikely that the villain got a key — Or that he'd be interested in getting in Eijirou's way — but he kicks it open anyway, just because it's quicker doing so.
There still are traces of smoke in the air, but at this distance he can check that the civilian is actually fine — He's scared to death, but he doesn't look injured.
"You're finally here, Red. I was getting impatient!" The villain greets him, the corners of his lips lifting up in a grin as one arm wraps around the civilian's torso, keeping him in place.
Eijirou can't see all his equipment, his view blocked by the civilian, but the big grenade-shaped gauntlets are hard to miss.
He grits his teeth, not daring yet to take a step towards them, "Let him go."
"In a minute," he smirks slightly, a finger trailing over the civilian's cheek in warning. "I have the feeling that if I let him go now, you won't have a chat with me anymore."
Well, that's actually his plan. Like hell is Eijirou going to listen to his nonsense. He just wants to get the civilian out and put handcuffs around the villain's wrists.
However, he has to play it smart. He can't tell him what he really thinks.
"What do you really want?"
The villain smirks again. "Just talk."
What the fuck
"You brought a civilian into this just to talk to me?" he asks, incredulous, his hands balling into fists as little cracks start to appear on his slightly hardened skin.
He's not stupid enough to believe a villain just wants to have a chat with him, with no other goals or scenarios in his head.
A chuckle vibrates in the air as the civilian tries to hold back a sob.
"It worked, didn't it?" he asks with a husky voice as he raises an eyebrow.
It might be one of the rare times Eijirou actually wants to punch a villain. "Let him go."
He clicks his tongue, "Come closer."
He'd rather go Unbreakable and end this right here right now, but he knows it's not an option.
He takes a sharp intake of breath as he slowly approaches him, setting his jaw as he sees amusement printed on the villain's face, as if he knows something Eijirou isn't aware of.
The civilian looks more defeated than anything right now, like he's accepted the villain is going to win. Eijirou really wants to tell him everything is going to be okay, when suddenly a scent attacks his nostrils, seeping through his lungs, intoxicating him until he's feeling fuzzy.
Then, his inner Omega finds its own voice for the first time.
Alpha Alpha Alpha.
His eyes go wide as his head spins.
Alpha?
What the fuck— That— It makes zero sense.
It must be a trick. A trap. He isn't hearing his inner Omega for real, not when it doesn't even happen when his mate tries to get him pregnant.
No, it must be something else. Maybe it's the villain's quirk, maybe he just wants to fool him, messing with his Omega.
He's so close to the two men now that he can make out the villain's features. He's wearing a mask, but it doesn't cover his whole face. He's taller than him, just as built, and he has a cocky attitude that gets on his nerves.
His eyes fall on the villain's mouth, which is twisted in a smirk, and he would think that insane scent is coming from him if he wasn't wearing patches.
"You know, I would normally kill someone like him, but I'm not a bastard that takes back his words," he grunts, making the civilian gasp.
Eijirou isn't really sure what he means, but it doesn't really matter at that moment.
He swallows, his throat is strangely sore, but he still manages to sound pissed off as he speaks,
"Let. Him. Go," he says harshly, his eyes filled with anger.
The persistent voice that whispers to his ears Alpha Alpha Alpha refuses to want to leave him alone, if anything it just rings louder.
Eijirou doesn't know how to make it stop, how to ignore it.
If it's the villain's quirk, maybe knocking him out will do.
A grin splits the villain's face as he lets go of the man's arm without ceremony, and as Eijirou pushes him out of the villain's action range, the latter grabs his wrist and pulls him closer until their chests are touching.
A gasp escapes from Eijirou's lips, his eyes blowing wide.
"GO!" he shouts at the civilian before closing his mouth and holding his breath, as if it will be enough to not be dragged by the intoxicating scent driving his inner Omega insane.
He hears the door slam closed and guesses the civilian must be running down the stairs by now.
"Alright, I'll make it simple," the villain rasps smugly, his hot breath on Eijirou's lips. "From now on, you're my Omega," he says, tracing his cheek with his knuckles.
Eijirou flinches at the touch, but for some reason he doesn't get away. As soon as he breaks the contact he finds himself leaning in again, holding his breath as the villain cups his cheek.
He doesn't know what the hell is happening, he just feels heat crawling under his skin, corrupting him, making him feel like a bird choosing to stay in an open cage.
Alpha. It's him. He's your Alpha.
This can't be true.
The words he hears are clear, despite the fact he isn't sure he can feel his limbs.
Too close, he's too close, and the longer the villain is touching him, the more Eijirou doesn't want to let go — Which is totally insane and uncalled for.
He has to swallow to stop himself from purring, to bring himself to put an end to his own inappropriate act.
He sets a hand on his chest and pushes him away, breathing heavily as he feels his skin tingle.
"What the fuck?!" Eijirou manages to say, his voice coming out weak and unsure, quite opposite of what he intended. "You pulled this shit just because you want to be my Alpha?" he asks, trying to inject as much venom as he can muster in his voice.
The man's jaw clicks, his piercing eyes staring right into Eijirou's soul, looking like a beast of prey.
He hears his Omega whine, desperate. The look the villain is giving him is enough to make him feel like he's burning up.
He doesn't move as the villain takes a step forward, his eyes igniting as they set on Eijirou, a low growl rumbles around him.
A frown takes its place on Eijirou's face just as the villain seems to freeze, his eyes somehow darkening even more as he stretches out his arm to the side.
"Harden," he warns, low and dangerous, before letting little sparks out of his palm.
His eyebrows are knitted together, confusion all over his face, but he doesn't question his words as he hardens his skin, knowing that whatever the villain intends to do it's not going to harm him — He's not even aiming at him.
A loud big explosion sets off from his palm, blasting off a drone. Million pieces fly in the air, falling down like rain, smoke lingering around them as Eijirou hears complaints coming from the street.
Right. The reporters are still there, he forgot about that.
Of course they would try to capture something. At least they were smart enough to use a drone instead of a helicopter.
Before Eijirou even realizes, the villain launches himself over him, making him step back until he's pressed against a wall. He feels the villain's breath against his neck, dangerously close to his scent glands.
"Let's be clear, Red. I don't want to be your Alpha, I am your Alpha," he growls, voice deep and raspy, sending a shiver down his spine, making his mouth go dry.
Yes. Alpha.
What the fuck.
He clears his throat before gritting his teeth. "I hate to break it to you," he says, voice filled with sarcasm. "But I already have a mate."
No. Present to him.
Shut the fuck up.
The villain growls again, pressing his palms against the wall so hard that Eijirou is sure it will leave a mark. "It's just a half-assed mate and you know it," he grunts right to his ear.
A sarcastic laugh rips from Eijirou’s throat. "Excuse me?"
This guy has no right to stick his nose in his relationship, or to tell him any of this shit. He's just using tricks to confuse him, Eijirou just doesn't know how he does it yet.
Does he have two quirks or something?
The villain leans back a little, enough to lock their eyes. "C'mon, Red, I can smell you just fine." he rasps and Eijirou's blood runs cold. “It has to mean something.”
It's not true, he knows it's not. He's claimed, his mate is the only one that can smell his scent, that's how things work.
Unless...
No, Eijirou doesn't want to think about that possibility.
There's no way a fucking villain is his true mate. Fuck, he even stopped believing about true mates a long time ago, when he understood those things belong only to fairy tales.
"Don't call me Red," he snarls, pretending it didn't make his stomach flip.
He could fight him, push him away, but instead he feels stuck. He just let a villain be this close, he allowed himself to feel his breath on his mouth, to feel his warm skin against his.
"Why not? It suits you," he whispers, running a thumb along Eijirou's bottom lip and setting flames across his skin.
The villain watches in amusement and hums
"As you wish. What about Cat Eyes?" he whispers roughly, a slight smirk on his lips.
Fucking hell.
He places his hands on the villain's shoulders to push him down, blocking him as he crawls on him, his patience now gone. He firmly grabs his wrists, placing them at the sides of his face.
"Stop," he snarls, gritting his teeth.
The villain doesn't make any attempt to pull him off himself, looking calm and amused.
"Nah, I can tell you like it, Cat Eyes," he smirks.
That just makes him angrier.
"You're full of shit!" Eijirou growls, leaning in, ignoring his instinct to submit.
No, he has to be in control, he's a hero and he won't let a stupid Alpha manipulate him like this.
The villain lets out a breathless giggle, like this situation is actually fun, and for the first time he doesn't look like a bastard. He almost looks like a normal guy, someone who doesn't go around threatening to throw someone off the rooftop.
He doesn't look bad, either. When his face isn't twisted in a wicked smirk, he's actually… not hard on the eyes.
"What is your name?" he finds himself asking, forgetting for a moment that he should stop this chitchat and drag him into custody.
The villain hums, "will you be my Omega if I tell you?"
"I thought you said I already was," Eijirou replies as he raises an eyebrow, not letting go of his wrists. "And I already have a mate."
The villain just rolls his eyes. "Why can I smell you so clearly, then?"
"That's a lie."
"Is it?" he smirks. "I don't go by a name, but I'm sure if I don't tell you, you heroes will label me with a stupid lame ass one anyway. Tell those bastards I'm Warzone."
Eijirou just hums. That's... probably a good alias for him, and yet he wonders what his real name could be.
"You're not using your Alpha voice on me. Why?"
Eijirou knows it would probably not work — He has to believe it, he doesn't want to think what would happen otherwise — but a villain would give it a try anyway, especially someone who seems to be so sure of himself. And with so little contact with reality.
To his surprise, the villain manages to slip free from his grip, flipping their position as he pushes Eijirou on the ground, straddling him.
"I'll never do that, Cat Eyes," he says as he thumbs both his wrists, leaning in until their noses are touching. "You'll realize on your own that we're meant to be together."
The air is stolen from his lungs, not letting Eijirou think. He just stares at him with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted, his chest going up and down with each breath.
A slight grin plays on Warzone's, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I promise you, this won't be the last time you see me" he says before letting go of his wrists and blasting his way out of there, leaving Eijirou alone, still laying on the ground, with a cold shiver running down his spine.
Suddenly, he misses the warm sensation on his skin that Warzone's touch caused.
The villain keeps his promise, making sure to show up several times a week. Eijirou feels like he's in the middle of a minefield — One false step and it would all blow up in his face.
It shouldn't be so hard to not listen to his inner Omega whining, telling him Warzone is his Alpha and that he needs to submit. It shouldn't be like this for a recessive Omega like him, who’s always felt more like a Beta. And yet... his true nature really comes to surface when Warzone is around. And he's sure the villain knows that too damn well.
Taking suppressants isn't a good idea, not when he's trying to get pregnant, and he wouldn't want to tell his doctor the reason for the medicine — He would call him a fool, tell him no one wants to go on meds when they're trying to have pups.
His bones sigh in relief as he lets his gears fall on the ground with a loud thump, lazily taking off his hero costume. His skin feels like on fire, he needs a cold shower after having run after Warzone all day — And after having fallen into a puddle, dragging the villain with him in a vain attempt to capture him.
They have been doing this for weeks now, and Eijirou doesn't know why he's letting the villain tease him, talk to him. He should just harden a fist and punch him, put an end to this shit show.
And yet… he feels a thrill when he's with Warzone, and that hasn't happened since forever. Now he just feels monotony, even though he can't say he doesn't face other villains.
Why this one is different, why he's the only one who pulls him out of his boredom, he doesn't know.
He shakes his head as he pulls at the shower handle. He just needs to not think for a while, to let himself relax as the water cascades on him.
It works. For a while, it does.
The sound of running water is the only thing that can be heard. Well, it's not like the house is usually loud; it's never too crowded and Shouto has never been a talkative person.
A hand grabs the soap, the motion still lazy as he scrubs the dirt away, eyes focusing on his arms and he can't help but remember the way Warzone grabbed them today, the way he tried to keep him still beneath him.
It has been easy for the villain to do that. As insane as it might sound, Eijirou didn't feel in danger, he didn't feel the urge to push him away and protect himself.
Instead, he let the villain stare at his eyes, and he found himself staring back, caught by the way lights made his eyes look, like two red oceans.
It's odd. Their eye color is similar, yet so different at the same time.
The villain's gaze is predatory. Eijirou is sure he could make even an olive branch submit to his will, with those piercing eyes that stare right into your soul, and Eijirou hates how naked they make him feel.
Just the memory of it is too much, but he only realizes it when it's too late.
Goosebumps raise all over his body, his skin heating up as his hands itch. He needs…
He doesn't know what he needs.
Not soon enough, he turns on the cold water, but it doesn't make much of a difference. He still feels heat on his skin, almost giving in at the flames that are igniting all over his body as his hands start to wander.
It's innocent, at first. Nothing alarming. He touches his neck, almost as if he actually wanted to clean himself, digits pressing on scent glands before a quiet whine leaves his lips.
His eyes widen at his own sound, his ears are not used to that. It almost feels... forbidden .
He wants more, his whole body does.
His hands snake down on his pecs,fingers lingering on his nipples, finding them hard and sensitive. His breath hitches.
He closes his eyes, his fingers still there, and he sees Warzone. He can see his smirk, and if he focuses hard enough he can pretend the water falling down his neck is his hot breath instead.
It's not supposed to happen, he shouldn't get lost in a fantasy, especially not about a villain he's supposed to hate — That he does hate — but it's too late to go back now. His other hand trails down slowly, so slowly, drinking in every inch of his body, mapping his skin as if that hand wasn't his own.
Two fingers brush his folds and he whimpers, his skin catches fire, and he suddenly feels empty.
It's weird, he's never felt the urge to touch himself before, to feel something like that. He isn't even sure he enjoys sex, but now he's craving for pleasure as a thirsty man in the desert craves for even a single drop of water.
He finally presses two fingers inside himself, throwing back his head as his lips open in a soft moan.
He doesn't even know what he's doing, not sure he knows how to give himself pleasure, but his inexperience doesn't matter as his fingers starts to move, pressing buttons he didn't think he had, his eyes still closed as the image of piercing red eyes and a wicked smirk pops in his mind. His fingers go deeper and deeper with each passing second, his small omega dick twitching and leaking pre cum.
He almost forgets he's under cold water, the pleasure enough to make him feel like he's been submerged in a pool of lava, his skin too hot to let him escape his fantasy.
And maybe he doesn't want to.
Maybe, if he's alone, if he's the only one to know about this, he can't give in to his repressed urges. And after having reached his climax, he can just pretend it never happened, forcing himself to forget until he finds his hands wandering again.
Another moan escapes his lips, and it pulls out another one, and another, and another, and he realizes he can't stop the obscene sounds he's making.
Not that he wants to stop anyway. Somehow, he got this feeling that the villain would like it, that he would praise him for it, and this thought brings him to the verge of orgasm, his back arching as his eyes squeeze shut, his lips wide open as his hips ride his own fingers, pretending there's another body pressed against his as he feels his wet and warm walls tightening.
It's not innocent anymore, it's not shy . He eagerly lets himself take what he wants, he lets himself feel for the first time in his life, he lets himself want to feel a body that doesn't belong to his mate.
It's unmanly, unfair, but his mind is too cloudy to let him think straight.
So he pretends.
He pretends that those inside him are thicker fingers, longer, as he hears a low groan in his ear.
It sounds close, so close to him that he almost thinks Warzone is really there, and he can't help but wonder how Warzone would feel, what his guttural voice would sound like, if it even comes close to his fantasies.
He keeps moaning and moaning, almost spilling the villain's name, sure that he’ll crumble on the ground as soon as the orgasm is ripped from his body.
He leans against the wall as he rides his fingers, his pussy making the filthiest sounds as he breathes heavily, wet hair falling on his face.
He's close. Fuck, so close—
The curtains are yanked before he can reach his climax, eyes snapping open as he suddenly stops his movements, hiding his hand behind his back. His body would flush furiously if it wasn't like that already, burning as Shouto stares at him.
Fuck . His mate just got back home.
He's about to stammer something — He doesn't even know what — but Shouto is quick to break the silence as he grunts.
"Eijirou...," he says, breathlessly, hands seeking Eijirou's hips.
He feels cold again.
He stares at him, not daring to say anything, and Shouto groans again, his pupils blowing up.
"I could smell and hear you before even opening the door," he groans, face pressing against Eijirou’s neck.
His eyes widen as he realizes he really let go for once.
"Uhm... I'm... s-sorry?" he mutters, sounding uncertain even to himself as the only thing he feels is embarrassment.
And bitterness, too. He should feel ashamed, but instead he's just frustrated that he didn't get to cum.
"Don't be, I'm barely holding myself back right now," Shouto grunts before pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around his hips and scooting him up, not seeming to care that he's naked and wet. "I'm going to knot you now, fill you with pups."
Eijirou bites his bottom lip to not let out a sob as he loops his arms around his neck, hiding his face.
He shouldn't feel this disappointed. Shouto is his mate, he should be the one his body longs for. The idea of getting knotted by him shouldn't be as unpleasant as it is.
So he forces himself to be a good Omega, and he nods, knowing that if he says a word he will sound too drained to be convincing.
Eijirou doesn't exactly remember talking to the doctor over the phone, listening as he tells him Shouto has been attacked by Warzone.
He doesn't recall picking up his jacket, either. Nor how he got to the hospital.
It's been too blurry, too fast, he barely got to catch up with his emotions, get them in check.
Walking through the hospital corridors kinda feels like being on another planet, air so thick it almost crashes him to the ground. It doesn't allow him to breathe, to think how that could've happened. It’s probably just his guilt eating him alive.
If only he had caught him then, if that villain wasn't on the loose, maybe Shouto would still be okay. Instead, he's still out there, perfectly fine. Or at least that’s what he has been told.
And what's even worse, that fucker actually managed to get under his skin, making him think about him in ways that shouldn’t be possible. It can't happen ever again.
A nurse at the lobby recognizes him and leads him to his mate. The doctor in the room makes his blood freeze.
He's never liked doctors. They remind him of all the times he ran to the hospital, hoping to get an answer to why he couldn't get pregnant. They never got one and he eventually stopped hoping, even though they kept trying.
"How is he?" he asks, rushing to his side, placing a hand on Shouto's arm.
There are bandages all over his body, and Eijirou already can tell this doesn't look well.
"It was tough, he'll probably have scars and burns, but he'll live," the doctor says, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Eijirou doesn't reply. Instead, the beeps of Shouto's machines fill the silence and soon enough his guilt turns into anger.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Shouto wasn't supposed to get involved. He wasn't even assigned to handle Warzone! Whatever they have going on has nothing to do with him.
"You can stay, but he probably won't wake up until tomorrow," the doctor adds before leaving the room.
He swallows a sigh, sitting beside his mate, his hands clenched into fists as he looks at the machines attached to him.
Shouto doesn't deserve this. He's a good person, he's always been a kind Alpha and he's always shown only love to him. He deserves better, not an Omega as fucked up as he is.
Bad, bad Omega.
He doesn't realize spacing out until someone touches his shoulders, wincing as he snaps his head up.
"You've been here for hours, why don't you go home? Rest a little?" a nurse says, eyes filled with concern.
Hours?
"Don't wanna," he mutters as he brings his knees up to his chest.
She hums. "At least go grab a coffee. You heard the doctor, he won't just wake up in a few minutes."
He pouts, even though he's aware she's right. Sulking here won’t do any good. At least he could get some fresh air. And caffeine.
He nods, looking at Shouto one last time before heading out.
The hospital's quiet, there are only two or three nurses around. Maybe it really is later than he thought.
A yelp is almost ripped from his throat as a hand is suddenly placed on his mouth, a calming scent filling up his nostrils as an arm wraps around his waist and he's quickly dragged into a lumber room.
He doesn't know why he hasn't bitten the hand, or why he hasn't made any attempt to fight this person. It's probably because of that scent, too sweet to be a real threat.
Two hands firmly set on his hips, the touch making him shiver, and the stranger finally turns him around.
Except, it's not a stranger at all.
Warzone is standing in front of him, his face unreadable, and Eijirou's heart skips a beat as he tries to take a step back.
"Y-you," he says, voice sore, only to have a hand cover his mouth again.
"Don't yell or you'll get us caught," he whispers with a husky voice, before pressing his tongue against one of his own fangs with a slight smirk.
Eijirou's eyes go wide before he shakes his head to try and focus on his words instead.
Us?! He thinks at the same time as his Omega says Alpha.
Now it's not the fucking time.
He grits his teeth as he grabs a fistful of fabricand yanks him towards himself.
"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't kick your ass right now," he growls, anger etched on his face as he represses every urge he’s got, as he tries to ignore his annoying scent.
He shouldn't even let him talk. He should just knock him out and drag him to the nearest police station. And yet, when he's near all his common sense flies out of the window.
The villain lets out a chuckle, confidence all over his face as he smirks, "You don't really want to do that."
"Don't fucking test me," he growls, using the hand wrapped around the collar of his black shirt to push him against the wall behind him.
The villain grunts, now visibly irritated.
He's quick to react as he grabs Eijirou's arms, pushing him against a shelf — which makes him swallow down a whine as he grits his teeth — staring at him before his features soften just a little.
"C'mon, Cat Eyes, be nice for once," he whispers roughly, and Eijirou hates himself for the way the sound almost makes him purr.
He closes his eyes, breathing heavily, trying to regain control over himself as his Omega whines loudly, his body almost shivering against Warzone's.
He wants to punch him, get revenge, but instead all the strength in his body is spent to stop himself from doing something stupid like leaning against him.
"You hurt him," he says through gritted teeth, his jaw setting. "Why."
A mix of emotions linger in his voice — Anger, frustration, disbelief, resignation — and he can't even keep his scent in check.
He has never felt so vulnerable before.
The villain traces his cheek with two fingers, gaze falling on his lips before locking their eyes. "He knotted you," he growls, almost in a whisper, making him frown slightly.
Of course he did, he's his mate—
Realization hits him like a brick.
"You saw that?!" he yells, before the villain covers his mouth with his hand once again.
He has to swallow as he feels how warm his skin is.
"Shh, Cat Eyes, don't yell," he whispers before his eyes get darker, his hand now trailing down the side of his neck.
He smirks as he lightly presses his digits against his skin, not quite enough to steal his breath, but enough to make him want to whine.
Instead, Eijirou swallows down every sound that could escape from him.
"I saw that shit, breaking in your apartment was a fucking piece of cake," he clicks his tongue. "But before that... I saw the show you put on... so fucking hot... It was for me, wasn't it?"
Yes.
Fucking stop.
Eijirou flushes furiously as he quivers, eyes blowing wide, and he really can't bring himself to lie as he just stares at him.
Fuck.
He has no idea how they got to this point, how the villain has the power to make him feel like a teenager with a crush, to tear down every wall he tries to build between them.
A groan leaves the villain's lips as he places his hands on his hips, panting, and Eijirou knows he isn't lying about watching him because the sinful sound he just made is much too similar to the one he thought he’d heard in the shower.
Eijirou doesn't reply as he just stares into his eyes, not sure of what the villain must be reading on his face right now. Well, probably embarrassment along everything else.
He looks amused, pleased with himself, as he pulls him even closer— So close that Eijirou can't tell where his scent starts and the villain's ends, his skin crawling as he feels naked in front of him, all his defenses gone.
"That fucker thought it was for him, but it was for me," he growls, possessively gripping his waist, red eyes penetrating through his soul, before he brings his lips to his ear.
He bites his bottom lip to stop a purr from ripping off his throat, breathing hard as his body goes limp, knowing that he won't be able to refrain himself for much longer.
And, fuck , now he believes all the stories he’s heard before. Now he can feel on his own skin how hard it is to not follow your instincts. To not let go when every bone of your body tells you otherwise.
It's too fucking much, the air so thick with their pheromones that it's just a matter of time before someone barges in the room to check what is going on, their breaths so heavy that Eijirou is sure the sound will ring in his ears for a while, like a bad song that people find themselves liking anyway.
He stays in silence, knowing that his pupils are eating up the red of his eyes, not really doing anything to not breathe in Warzone’s scent.
"It was me that you wanted inside you, stretching you, filling you, knotting you," he whispers to his ear, sending shivers down his spine, thumbing his hips.
His teeth sink deeper into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood, as he feels the trickle of sweat sliding down his temple.
"That's not true," he manages to whisper, not fooling even himself, barely hearing his own voice as his inner Omega whines over and over again, desperately telling him to present. And honestly, Eijirou isn't sure he isn't wet right now.
A hum. "No? You weren't touching yourself for me?" he says, locking their eyes, as he firmly grabs his hips to lift him up and make him sit on a shelf, knocking down the medicines, but neither of them seem to care about the noise.
Instead, a slight smirk appears on Warzone's lips, his big hands on Eijirou's thighs, and maybe the look he is giving him is all the permission he needs to slide one into his pants.
Although, maybe, he would've done that even if every cell of Eijirou's body wasn't giving him away.
He holds his breath as those fingers linger near his entrance, his hands firmly setting at his sides as he leans with his back against the shelf, and he finds himself hoping to be filled by those calloused fingers.
His hips slowly thrust forward out of his control. "No," he lies, despite his body telling a whole different story, his legs spreading wide for him as hardened hands grip the shelf.
The villain seems to ignore how his body reacts, focusing only on his reply.
"No? You didn't want me to barge into the shower and take what's mine?" he asks as he presses two fingers inside him, the sound of wet squelching filling the silence between them. as Eijirou tries to swallow down his moans, and, fuck , now he has the confirmation. He has been wet all this time.
He isn't doing a good job at keeping quiet, not when Warzone is applying just the right amount of pressure, using the right angle as if he knew his pussy better than Eijirou knows himself.
His body jerks as his face twists in pleasure. His eyes start to fill with tears as whines are spilled from his lips and he can't do anything to stop it.
"Look at you... I just sent that shitty Alpha of yours to the hospital and yet here you are... just a few rooms away from his hospital bed, crying on my fingers. You really are fucked up, aren't you?"
Eijirou wishes those words could get a response out of him. Make him react, push him away.
Instead, he can't even hold back a sob, his chest quaking as he cries out.
The villain hums, tilting his head a little as he keeps thrusting two fingers in, causing his walls to clench around him.
Why does this feel so good ? Why doesn't he want him to stop?
This is wrong, so wrong. It shouldn't feel like this, but he can't help it.
He throws his head back and moans, his hips moving slightly against those fingers.
Warzone smirks as he rubs his thumbs in slow circles over his clit, his own eyes blowing up. "You're enjoying this too much," he says, amused, his voice husky, as he picks up his pace, his fingers mercilessly unraveling him.
Fuck. It's true. And what’s worse is that Warzone could easily sink his fangs in his neck right now, breaking the bond Eijirou already has and claiming him.
He shakes his head, riding his fingers as his hardened hands crack the shelf. "N-No."
He can lie. He will lie.
Warzone growls, thrusting harder and harder, making his whole body jerk.
"What?" he growls, now three fingers going deeper into him, their body pressed together in the small room.
Eijirou chokes on a moan, drool bubbling around his lips.
"I don't want— mmph!" he moans, still moving his hips against him, "—you."
A cry rips through his throat as Warzone pulls his fingers out.
Empty. He's so empty now and he can't stand it. His Omega starts to desperately whine again.
"Fucking liar. Bad pets don't get to cum," he growls, sharp eyes staring at him.
He almost falls forward — his breath hitching — as Warzone unapologetically gets out of the room, leaving him hanging.
He pants as every nerve on his body hurts. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he isn't going back to finish what he started.
Shouto gets discharged from the hospital after 15 days. He still needs to rest, probably Eijirou will have to take care of him for a while, but at least he's doing better and the doctors say he will be back on track soon.
He’s got burns, but they're mostly on his torso. No additional scars on his face.
Everything should be fine, go back to normal, except Eijirou can't even look him in the eyes. Not after everything he's done, the sense of guilt and shame are slowly consuming him.
He didn't feel it at first, not when he was still craving for the villain. It wasn't until he put foot on the hospital hallways that his reality got less blurry, his common sense coming back to him as he realized what he did.
When he did it, where and, most importantly, with whom.
No one knows about it, and he doesn't plan on telling anyone what happened.
What could he say, anyway? That he's an absolute asshole with a fucked up brain who can't resist a villain?
He doesn't have excuses, and he hates having to face his true nature. He's just a fucking coward.
At least, he hasn't seen Warzone ever since. He took a break from work to take care of Shouto.
Not that he thinks it will make what he's done sweep away, but he can fool himself, pretend he's a good mate.
He deserves to hear his inner Omega yelling at him. Telling him he's the worst Omega, that he did the worst thing he could ever do, that it can't happen again.
But his inner Omega seems to not care about the guilt pooling at his stomach at all, he doesn't hear complaints about that.
If anything, his body still craves for Warzone's touch. Sometimes the longing he feels for the villain is so overwhelming that he feels on the verge of crying.
Stupid useless inner Omega.
He shakes his head, trying to get all his thoughts out, as he adjusts the pillow under Shouto's back, making sure it's comfortable, and his mate gives him a tender smile.
"Thank you," he says, thumbing his wrist.
Eijirou can't help but think how cold his touch is compared to Warzone's, how lonely it makes him feel.
He shakes his head again — Stupid fucking thoughts that won't leave him alone — but Shouto must take his gesture for an answer, sighing.
He tucks him under the blankets before hearing the interphone.
"I'll be right back," Eijirou says, heading towards the door once Shouto nods at him.
Their friends haven't told him anything about coming over, but chances are it's them. Sure, he would've appreciated a heads up, but he's used by now to their friends' unpredictability.
He grabs the door handle before pulling it, a small fake smile appearing on his lips as he greets Mina, Denki and Sero.
"Hi guys," he says before letting them in, not really looking into their eyes as he turns around. "Shouto's in the bedroom."
He knows they're saying something, but he doesn't register their words, not feeling in the mood to chat. Hell, it's already hard enough pretending everything is fine.
He leans his back against the wall, watching his friends and his mate in silence as they ask Shouto how he is. It's good to see a little smile on Shouto's lips, visibly happy to receive visits from their friends.
They keep talking and luckily neither of them make comments about how odd his silence is.
It's not until Denki brings Warzone up that Eijirou jerks a little, coming back to earth.
"I hate that asshole, he's fucking insane!" Denki yells, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Agreed" Mina scoffs, crossing her arms to her chest. "You're working on his case, right Ei?"
Before he could give a response, Sero sighs. "Don't you think it's a little... dangerous? I mean, he seemed pretty obsessed with Kirishima the first time we saw him. And now he attacks Todoroki..."
Fuck.
"Ei? That crazy guy is obsessed with you? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Shouto asks as he shifts on the bed, concerned eyes staring at him.
Eijirou lets out a sigh as he approaches him, placing a hand on Shouto's.
"It's nothing, okay? I got this under control. He's definitely going to jail."
He hates himself for lying so easily, but that's the only thing he can do at the moment. It's not like he can tell them he goes crazy anytime the villain gets too close, or that — other than his quirk — his team still has zero information on the guy.
Not a name, not a location. Even though he's probably the person responsible for various deaths that occurred a week before they met. The victims were never identified, their bodies too damaged, an explosion was their cause of death.
The only thing that makes it hard for his team to connect him to those murders is the lack of exhibitionism — Those deaths were silent, the villain didn't show up, didn't make a statement to the heroes, they just died out of nowhere.
Eijirou believes otherwise. It's not hard to picture the villain being secretive, or at least to think he wouldn't challenge the heroes.
The only times he exposes himself is when Eijirou is around, and he doesn't seem to have targeted any other hero — except for the ones that get in his way.
"I don't want that bastard to hurt you," Shouto almost growls, fisting the blankets.
Something inside him tells him Warzone wouldn't hurt him, and he hates himself even more for that.
No, he has to believe he would kill him at any given chance. He's a monster, he would never care about him.
Mina nods. "Yeah, Ei, we're also worried about you."
He feels apologetic, knowing he’s only caused troubles so far, so he does the thing he does best: he wears a smile, bumping his fists together as he tries to act as positive as he always does, lighting the mood with his good vibes.
"I'm gonna be fine," he grins, and they seem to believe him.
Eijirou's eyebrows are drawn together as thick smoke surrounds him.
It's his first time patrolling since Shouto's accident. Of course Warzone would want to show up right away.
He quickly turns around, trying to get a glimpse of the villain, but aside his smoke, he can't see anything.
No sparks. No explosions. Not even a silhouette.
His eyes keep scanning the area, heart thundering in his chest.
Where the fuck is he hiding?
"I'm sorry, Cat Eyes, I have no other choice," he hears the villain say and he flinches, trying to understand where the sound is coming from.
He barely hardens his skin in time for an explosion to set off, making him jump in the air.
The next thing he sees is black.
A grunt leaves Eijirou's lips before he slowly opens his eyes. He feels stiff, limbs heavy, ears ringing slightly.
It takes a few seconds to realize he's not laying on his bed, that he doesn't know who this room belongs to.
His eyes quickly scan the room, his stomach twisting, and as he wonders what could've happened, his memories hit him all at once.
Warzone attacked him.
Well, he didn't hurt him, but he knocked him out and he's sure as hell he's the one who brought him here.
He quickly gets out of bed, studying the room he's in. Almost everything is made out of wood. It's quite big,the whole house quiet.
There's a desk with a few books displayed on it. He has no idea what those books could be about. One of the walls is covered by a huge wardrobe, a smaller mirror placed beside it.
He can see a door to his left, which seems to lead to a bathroom.
He ignores it for now — He'll check it later to see if there's a window — as he focuses on the door in front of him. Probably his only way out.
He runs, fast and without having thought this through, before he's pulled back, falling on the floor.
Only then he realizes he isn't free, that there has been a chain wrapped around his ankle this whole time.
Dammit, his brain has registered a metallic sound too late.
He gets back on his feet. The chain is long, but it doesn't allow him to pass through the door.
He firmly grips it, but when he tries to activate his quirk nothing happens.
Panic starts to course through his veins as he tries over and over again. But every time, his skin won't harden.
Not even a little bit.
Not a tiny shift.
Absolutely nothing.
"FUCK!"
Did this fucker... take his quirk away?! Is he quirkless now?!
Did he... really hurt him somehow? Does he want to make him suffer?
His stomach flips just at the thought of that.
Stop letting your emotions control you.
He grits his teeth as he fixates his eyes on the chain.
It's too thick, it can't be broken with bare hands. However, it's attached to the wall, maybe if he puts enough pressure he can tear it out.
Sure, he would have to drag a three meters long chain while running away, but it's not like he has many options here.
Before he can even try, he hears Warzone's voice.
"That won't do, Cat Eyes," he says, leaning a shoulder against the door as he crosses his ankles.
He doesn't sound angry, but he doesn't sound amused, either. His face is unreadable, and Eijirou at this point isn't really sure what he intends to do to him.
Alpha.
Shut the fuck up, your chosen Alpha just hurt us.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" he snaps, gritting his teeth.
Warzone raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
He launches himself at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt before pushing him against the wall. "Did you fucking take my quirk away?!"
For the first time that day, his rough edges break, his face twisting in dismay.
"You think I would do that shit to you ? Fucking seriously?!"
If Eijirou didn't think he wasn’t able to feel emotions like a stable person, he would say the villain looks hurt . But it can't be, right? Who knows how much destruction he's already caused, how many lives he's taken away.
"Did you?" he snarls, low and harsh, as he pulls him closer, just to slam him against the wall once again.
"Of course not," he snarls back, scrunching his eyebrows. "You think I'm a monster, but I would never do bad things to you. I would let you get away with anything, little shark."
His heart skips a beat.
Little shark? This guy has to stop coming up with new names, dammit.
He sends him a sharp gaze, faking a control he doesn't really have.
"The fuck did you do, then?"
"You're just wearing a quirk suppression anklet."
At least it's temporary. All he has to do is try to find a way to break that thing.
The villain sighs like he’s been reading his mind. "The anklet is thick and waterproof, angel. And I'm the only one who has a key."
He finally lets go of his shirt, taking a step back as he puts in his gaze as much disdain as he can muster.
"They will find me, and it will be over for you."
"Do you really believe that? We are far away from the city, there's not a soul around here."
Dammit.
"I do."
Warzone swears under his breath before erasing the distance between them in a quick move, hands coming to squeeze his hips, almost possessively, and Eijirou can't help the gasp that flies out of his lips as he takes in his scent.
Fuck , he can't even deny to himself that he smells so fucking good, his eyelids get heavy as the villain breathes on his lips
"Let's get this straight. You're the only fucking person who, under any circumstance, I will never hurt," he says, voice husky. "It means that if those bastards try anything to get you away from me, if they even think of putting a foot on this property, I will make them regret ever being born."
Good Alpha. Protective Alpha.
For fuck's sake. No. Stop, stop, stop.
He shakes his head as he pushes him away. Fuck, if he stays any longer this close to him he will go fucking nuts.
He presses his palms on his eyes, trying to recollect himself, when Warzone speaks again.
"Here," he says, handing him a pill and a glass of water
"What’s this shit?"
He rolls his eyes. "I'm not trying to poison you, Red."
"That's not what I'm worried about. What if you're trying to mess with my head?"
He sighs. "It's the opposite. It's just suppressants."
The fuck? Can this guy actually read his mind or something? And, more importantly, should he take them? Will it all be over if he does? For some reason, he's afraid to find that out.
He frowns as he swallows down the drug, not knowing what to expect.
Warzone hums, before he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"You should rest now, I'm giving you a few hours to calm down."
"Wait, why are you giving me suppressants?"
Warzone exhales, locking their eyes.
"I want you to be lucid," it’s all he says, leaving Eijirou alone to think about his words all night.
Eijirou sighs as he pulls the blanket above his head, wondering how long it will take for the Heroes to find him.
His friends and family must be really worried right now. If only he could tell them that he's alright.
It isn't the ideal place to be, he's in the middle of nowhere and he's stuck in one room, but at least the villain isn't trying to break him in any way.
No harsh words, no attempt to bite him. Everything is too smooth, he's acting like he's a good guy and Eijirou is a guest instead of a captive.
He even tried to brush his hair and take him to the bathtub, but Eijirou didn't take it well.
No one can blame him for being on the back foot. As much as that guy thinks they're true mates, he's still a villain, and he doesn't look like someone who can keep his cool.
Eijirou is just waiting for the moment he will snap, that he will show his true nature. Maybe he has to wait a little longer, and then he will throw it at his face.
He's not a hypothetical good mate. He's a bad person, a heartless monster. Just because he thinks he cares for Eijirou, it doesn't mean he really does.
Fuck, Eijirou doesn't even think he's capable of caring for anyone but himself.
He just has a sort of obsession with him, a fantasy. It will pass sooner or later. He just hopes Warzone won't try to kill him once he gets bored with him.
"Are you awake?"
Eijirou presses his lips together when he hears Warzone's voice.
He just hums, not even looking as he curls up on himself even more.
After a moment of silence, he speaks again. "Are you hungry?"
"No," he mumbles into the pillow.
He feels a hand on his hip, which makes him flinch.
"Are you feeling well?"
He finally faces him, his eyebrows knitted together as he sits upright, loose hair all over his face, angry. "Would you stop?!"
Warzone frowns, before he swipes one strand of his red hair aside. "Stop doing what?"
"This!" he yells, waving his hands in the air. "Pretending you love me! You don't even know me!"
"I do know you."
"No, you fucking don't. You don't know anything about me."
He sighs before sitting on the mattress next to him and Eijirou for some reason doesn't crawl away.
"I know you love meat, and anytime I bring it to you, you pretend you don't care, only to finish it in one bite when you think I'm not looking," he hums, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
The cold glance Eijirou sends him isn't enough to make him stop talking, instead he leans a little closer.
"I know you dye your hair and you do it meticulously, you must have like a thousand of hair products but for some reason you won't let me give them to you."
A scoff leaves his lips. Of course he isn't in the mood to take care of his hair, he's a fucking captive! He doesn't want to take anything he gives him. He just accepts food to survive.
"I know you can't resist kids, you always make funny faces when you see them to make them laugh," He says, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes flicker, a finger tracing Eijirou's cheek.
He doesn't know how to feel about that, his breath catching. Dammit, he's on suppressants! Why does his heart still stutter when he's with him?
The villain hums, before his smile suddenly twists in a scowl. "You hug people a lot, I had to refrain myself from blowing them up", he scoffs, audibly annoyed.
"You're just proving you're a stalker."
"I'm not a fucking stalker."
"I'm pretty sure every stalker says that."
"Well, I couldn't exactly approach you. Looking at you from afar was all I had at that moment."
Eijirou swallows as he averts his gaze. Warzone sounds almost sad and he comes to realize he can't stand it.
He clears his throat. "I tried to dig on you, but I couldn't find anything, not even your real name."
A smirk stretches on his face as he swipes at his nose. "You wanted to know things about me, Red?" he asks smugly, his voice low.
"Don't be so full of yourself. It was to have a profile and have more chances to arrest you!" He rolls his eyes, ignoring the heat that creeps on his cheeks.
He hums. "Well, Cat Eyes, we can say that it didn't go too well," he smirks playfully.
Eijirou grits his teeth, his heart shuttering, "The game still isn't over."
"I already told you, if those hero bastards show up, they're done for good," he grumbles before pressing his lips against Eijirou's head and, this time, he doesn't push him away.
The villain smiles slightly, making him land his eyes on the blankets instead, and as he starts to walk away, Eijirou wonders why he feels so upset that he's in that room all alone now.
"Bakugou Katsuki."
His head shoots up at the sound, his eyes hovering on the villain as he watches him sitting on the floor, next to the bed.
"Is— Is that your name?"
He hums. "You told me you didn't know."
There's an emotion in his eyes that Eijirou doesn't recognize.
He frowns a little as he sits on the edge of his bed. "What happened to you?"
A shrug. "Are you going to pity me?"
"No, of course not. I'll still have insults ready to throw at you."
To his surprise, a chuckle leaves Warzone's lips.
Eijirou hates that sound, he actually wants to punch him.
There's a moment of silence before Bakugou hums. "You know... I've always been a problem child."
"Wow, kinda hard to picture that," he jokes, realizing too late how friendly his voice sounds.
"Shut up," he mutters, no real venom behind his words.
He clears his throat before speaking again.
"When my quirk manifested I always showed it off. I was so proud of it, everyone said it was powerful, that I could be anything I wanted to be with a quirk like that," he says, his hands slowly clenching into fists.
"My father, he— he wanted to make me happy, so he started to watch over me as I practiced. It wasn't like he could actually teach me, he didn’t have a quirk like mine, he just made sure I didn't do too much damage."
There's a moment of pause again, his eyes saddening, and for a second Eijirou wonders if he's wrong, if there's a tiny bit of humanity in him.
"Then... one day, my quirk got out of control. I think I overused it, my hands hurt and they kept sparkling, just to become bigger and bigger with each passing second. Before I realized, an explosion hit my father. My quirk only calmed down once I started to scream."
Eijirou's breath catches as he realizes what he means, what really happened.
His stomach rolls on itself as he imagines how terrifying it must have been.
He notices how Bakugou's jaw clicks, his eyes looking anywhere but him as he crosses his arms to his chest. He looks... vulnerable. Heartbroken.
Only in that moment he realizes how his past must have scarred him for life, and he feels the urge to reach out, placing a hand on his to reassure him.
But he stops himself on time.
"My mother... she never got over it. She even started to think it was all planned, that I was a monster", a bitter chuckle rings in the room. "She pulled some strings and what happened didn't even make it on the news. It wasn't for me, she just did it to save her own ass. However, we quickly moved after that, she made all the certificates on me disappear, like I didn't even ever exist. That's why you couldn't find anything on me."
Eijirou's eyes blow wide, but Warzone looks like the worst of the story hasn't come yet.
"When we moved, she locked me in the basement. It was dark, small, and she would only feed me with stale bread and water. No one knew I was there, the new neighbors didn't even know she had a son."
A lump raises to his throat, his gut twisting. "How did you escape?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Why? Are you looking for some tips?"
"No. I'm just curious."
"She died in a car accident, I didn't know that and after weeks with nothing to eat, I almost starved to death. However, a villain found me."
He tilts his head, "You were saved by a villain?"
"Fucking ironic, isn't it? He broke in thinking there was no one. He's the one who raised me."
Eijirou's eyebrows knit together, "He turned you into a murderer."
He scoffs. "Maybe I've always been like this. I killed my father, after all."
"That was an accident," he winces, letting his arm fall at his side once he realizes he stretched it out to touch him.
"He didn't push me to become who I am. He showed me not everything is black and white, and after killing the first bastard I realized how good it feels to kill pieces of shit like my mother."
"You mean you—"
"Kill bad people? Yeah, it started that way."
He frowns, crimson eyes on carmine. "It's still wrong."
"I just figured you needed to know."
"Why?"
"You know why."
He doesn't say anything as he looks down, nervously playing with his hands.
He hates how confused he is. This should change nothing.
He should still consider him a heartless monster who doesn't care about anyone.
Even if he did feel something when he was a kid, that part of him died a long time ago, right?
And yet... the more he thinks about it, the more he can't bring himself to believe that.
He sinks, back against the mattress, pulling the blanket above his nose, as if with doing so Bakugou won't hear all his doubts.
"You aren't trash talking heroes," he mutters after a few moments of silence.
"I met one recently who was okay," he says and Eijirou flushes red.
Thankfully, Bakugou can't see that.
"How so?"
He hums, leaning forward, but Eijirou just hides his face into the pillow.
"He's really fucking strong, he can stand his ground. He's not like those fuckers."
He doesn't reply, hating how his words make his heart flutter.
"Also, I bet he'd gladly beat the shit out of bastards who deserved it," he adds, and Eijirou feels the mattress shift as Bakugou stands up.
He pulls back the blanket a little to look at him. "That doesn't sound very heroic."
He hums. "It does to me."
The room falls quiet, and once again Eijirou just watches him go as he feels an odd sadness spreading in his chest.
Eijirou lays his head on the desk, puffing at a red lock that has fallen on his face.
The smell of grilled meat fills the air. He knows that Bakugou is probably behind him holding a delicious meal, but he doesn't look up as he crosses his arms on the wooden surface.
"I don't understand," he mumbles.
"What?"
"The reason why you are treating me like this."
"Like what?"
Too kindly to be a villain, he wants to answer. Instead, he chews on the inside of his cheek as he brings himself upright.
Bakugou looks genuinely confused, he must think his behavior is completely legit.
"You haven't hit me once. You haven't touched me since… you know when…" he bites his bottom lip, refusing to think about the hospital incident again. "I mean... you give me five star food and the room is big, there's even a bathroom instead of a bucket. It's like I'm not a captive at all."
He growls lightly as he places the plate of meat in front of him. "You are not a fucking captive."
What the fuck.
"I am! I am chained and I'm not free to go!"
"Do you want to go?" he asks as he crosses his arms to his chest, his voice oddly calm.
Eijirou just presses his lips together, feeling a knot in his throat.
That's his chance to yell that, yes, he wants to be free. Maybe, if he does that, Bakugou will listen to him, but for some reason he can't comprehend, he can't bring himself to say those words.
Bakugou drags a hand down his face as he pulls out a chair from the desk and sits next to him.
"Look, Red, I do think you know you're mine. But admitting that shit? It's gonna take a little more and I'm willing to wait for all the time you need."
His stomach flips.
"I'll be stuck in this room until the day I die, then" he sneers, slightly baring his teeth.
"You don't believe it yourself," Bakugou sighs as he stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he starts to head towards the door.
"Why are you leaving?"
He honestly has no idea why he just asked that.
Bakugou stops in his tracks, turning to him. "I didn't think you’d eat if I stayed."
He pouts as he shoves a forkful of meat into his mouth, locking their eyes as he chews.
He doesn't know why he wants him to stay. Maybe, if he's with him, he can be sure that he won't cause any problems to other people.
Yeah, it must be that.
Bakugou raises an eyebrow before he plops down next to him, placing a hand on his own cheek.
The silence is comfortable, somehow. At least he doesn't have to think about his stupid words as he finishes eating.
Or that's what he thinks before he brings the last mouthful to his lips and Bakugou talks again, leaning with his shoulder against his.
"I miss your delicious scent, Red."
Why does his heart keep skipping a beat?!
"Shut up," he mutters, his mouth still full, not really pulling away.
It's stupid. It was his idea to make him go on suppressants. Maybe he wasn't expecting for them to work.
"You don't miss mine?"
Honestly, what is wrong with this guy?
"No. It was irritating," he frowns, looking into his eyes.
Bakugou doesn't seem to take that seriously. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Too strong, wouldn't recommend," he half jokes, and a chuckle escapes Bakugou's lips.
Eijirou widens his eyes as he thinks that maybe he doesn't really hate that sound.
"You’ve got scars," Kirishima says, crawling at the edge of the bed before two fingers linger on Bakugou's arms.
He doesn't recall when he started to talk casually to him. Maybe it was a slow process, maybe his company isn't that bad after all.
Well, he could have been way less lucky. At least, Bakugou seems to want to take care of him.
He still hasn't touched him in that way, and just because Eijirou is on suppressants it doesn't mean he doesn't think about how warm his skin felt against his own.
No. Wait . Reset that. Bad thought. Really bad, bad thought.
"So do you," he replies, shifting forward a bit, still sitting on the floor with his legs crossed.
A hum. "Scars are manly. I want to see yours," he points out, sounding like a child that doesn't know how to kill time.
"If you want to see me naked you can just say so"
"I didn't mean that!" he rushes out, a warmth creeping at the back of his neck.
Bakugou hums amused as he sits next to him, before wrapping a hand around his wrist.
He slightly lifts up his shirt, bringing Eijirou's hand below the navel.
His lips part in a gasp. "That's pretty deep," he breathes, feeling the scar with his fingertips. "Does it hurt?"
He slightly shakes his head. When he talks, his voice is soft, "Not anymore."
"Do you have other scars on your chest?"
"Do you wanna give it a look?"
As Bakugou asks that, Eijirou realizes that he does want to know more about him. Even if it's just how his scars look like.
"Can I?"
"Only if I can see your scars, too"
"Whatever, it's not like you haven't seen them yet," he shrugs.
After all, his hero costume doesn't include a shirt. Everyone knows about the scars on his bust.
"Looking at your fine abs is always a fucking pleasure" He whispers, his voice husky, making his heart stammer
"You're a fucking creep," he says, pouting a little as he feels his face heating up.
Fuck , he must look like a tomato right now.
He smirks. "So I can take your shirt off or what?" he asks as he leans in, a challenge lingering in his voice.
He nods lightly, almost shyly, and Bakugou slowly takes off his shirt.
He blushes even more as Bakugou looks at him in awe.
"Yours goes off too," he pouts as he places his hands at the hem of his shirt.
Bakugou quickly raises his arms up, letting him take his shirt off, a slight smug smirk on his lips.
He has one too many scars, but they're all beautiful and different from one another. Eijirou wonders who permanently marked his skin.
Bakugou places a hand on his chest, and he finds himself laying on the mattress while Bakugou trails himself to his side.
"I want to kill everyone who left a scar on you," he rasps as he thumbs his longest scar, his other fingers lingering on his hips as well.
He raises an eyebrow. "I told you scars are manly. Plus, they aren't even that deep."
Bakugou scoffs, before his knuckles brush his cheek. "Of course they aren't, you're fucking strong."
A warm feeling quickly shoots across his chest. Fuck.
He places a hand on his chest and pushes him back, quickly crawling on his lap almost to not show his embarrassment.
"Yours are more interesting" He says as a finger trails on a scar on his pecs
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. It looks like they're trying to tell a story or something," He replies, voice gentle, as he keeps tracing his scars.
Bakugou just hums in response, Eijirou can feel his eyes on his face as he avoids his gaze, focusing on his scars instead.
However, as Bakugou clears his throat, Eijirou accidentally locks their eyes.
"Your eyes..." Bakugou whispers as he pushes a lock of red hair behind his ear.
"What?"
"There's no hatred anymore."
All the air is snatched from his lungs as he realizes that he hasn't felt the urge to push him away. If anything, Bakugou quickly forced himself to the forefront of his mind, not letting him think about anything else.
Not about his job.
Not about his friends.
Not about his mate.
Fuck, he hasn't thought of Shouto once since Bakugou captured him.
Does he even remember he has a fucking chain around his ankle?
When did he start hating him less? Or has he never really hated him?
Does he hate just the way he makes him feel? Does he hate that he's a villain?
His face goes still as he feels like puking.
"I still hate you," he manages, almost in panic, his hands clenching into fists.
That's right.
Tell him you hate him.
Push him away.
His eyes shrink, "Do you?"
No, that's the fucking problem.
He can't tell him that, he has to convince him otherwise.
"Yes. I hate you," he repeats, his voice filled with venom, as he launches himself off him. "You must be blind to say that because in fact you're the person I despise the most and I can't wait to get away from you."
Bakugou's jaw clicks, his hands balling into fists as he lifts himself up.
He looks... hurt , and for a brief moment Eijirou wonders if pushing him away is the right thing to do.
"Fucking hell, Kirishima," he breathes before storming out of the room, without looking back at him.
He blinks as he realizes it's the first time he calls him that.
He almost regrets telling Bakugou those things.
They're not even true. He doesn't hate him. He should hate him. Just the sight of him should make his stomach twist in disgust.
And yet, now he feels guilty.
After what Eijirou said, Bakugou has been... different.
He still takes care of him and his sore ankle, still makes sure he eats and sleeps well. He still keeps him company.
But Eijirou has noticed that sometimes he takes trips that can last two days. And now he has been gone for even longer than that.
Four days. Four days that feel like a lifetime.
Eijirou hasn't taken his suppressants in the meantime. Maybe, doing so he hopes he'll smell him as soon as he puts foot on the door frame.
It's not like he can just go downstairs and wait for him there. He would, but the chain isn't long enough, so relying on his inner Omega is all he has at the moment.
It's still a bit annoying. He won't stop hearing complaints and whines, which makes him even sadder.
He doesn't want to hear those stupid thoughts about Bakugou leaving him. He just wants to smell his scent again.
He curls up on the bed, unable to fall asleep, when his nose finally catches something.
He's here.
He jumps out the bed before he starts to run towards the door, releasing his own scent.
Apparently, Bakugou must have run too because they end up crashing together, Bakugou falling with his back on the ground as Eijirou falls on top of him.
"Eijirou," he says softly, too softly, but they both widen their eyes right away.
"You reek of Omega," he growls
"Why aren't you taking your pills?" he asks at the same time.
Eijirou quickly gets off him, the air now thick with distress, as he starts to walk backwards.
Did... he already replace him? Is this Omega prettier than he is? Better?
Does he do everything Bakugou says? Has Bakugou knotted him yet?
The growl that resonates in his mind stops for a sob to leave his chest.
YOUR ALPHA.
He's not! He already found a new Omega.
PRESENT.
He would reject me.
SHOW YOU'RE THE PERFECT OMEGA.
I'm fucking not.
Bakugou grabs his wrist and pulls him closer. The way his eyebrows furrow in concern and his warm hands land on his arms make Eijirou want to punch him in the face.
How can he pretend to be so caring towards him when he has an Omega's scent all over himself?!
"You weren't here and I forgot!" he lies, because it's easier to blame him than to say he missed his scent. "You were too busy with some Omega!"
His eyes go wide for a fraction of second, before he thumbs his cheek and Eijirou lets him — He should bite his thumb off, not accepting his caresses that mean nothing.
"Are you jealous?"
"Of course not!" he almost squeals as he steps back. Then, his hands are balled into fists. "Since when?"
"What?"
"I couldn't smell it before because of my pills. Since when you... with that Omega.... I mean you two..."
He flinches, completely caught off guard. "You think I would have done it before?"
The before rings in his ears, the implications behind make his lips wobble.
"Before you fucked up," "Before you pushed me away," "Before you acted like a bad Omega."
This is all your fault.
I know.
Bad Omega.
You're right.
Now he has someone else.
I'm sorry.
Bad, Bad Omega.
He turns around, not wanting him to see his glassy eyes, his distressed scent going out of control.
He feels weak , unwanted, replaceable.
So stupid. He missed his chance, it's too late to be Bakugou's Omega now.
"I don't want you here, I want to sleep. Your stink is distracting me."
"Ei—," he tries to reach him, but Eijirou yanks his hand away.
No. Make him stay. Make him want you again.
Drop it. It's too late now.
"Just go,"
"Fucking fine."
He hears his footsteps as he leaves the room and his heart shutters because maybe, just maybe , a tiny little part of him was hoping he would stay.
They haven't talked properly about it. Eijirou isn't even sure he wants to.
He can't say for certain that Bakugou hasn't tried. It's just...
Eijirou doesn't do small talk with him anymore, but he can see something similar to sadness in his eyes, his teeth nibbling at his bottom lip as if to stop himself from saying something.
He doesn't know what that something could be.
It's so clear Bakugou has someone else, he just doesn't know why he hasn't let him go yet.
Now he doesn't need him, right? Now... Eijirou can go back to his life.
Except, he isn't sure he wants to.
No, he knows he doesn't. He'll feel empty all over again, like a big piece is missing.
Now he knows how miserable he was back then. He had friends, a mate, a job, but none of that felt right.
He mistook that weight in his chest for monotony.
That's not it.
He just hadn't found his place in the world. And now that he found that in Bakugou, it has been ripped off his hands.
Well, he mostly did that. It's only his fault.
"Are you sleeping?"
His eyes go wide as he hears Bakugou's voice, too lost in his mind that he didn't even hear his steps.
He... finally came back home after three long days.
He sits next to him, but Eijirou can smell the other Omega again.
Always the same shitty Omega. For the fifth time in a row.
That's not fucking fair. Bakugou should be his Alpha.
He said that himself! He can smell him. That can be possible only in one case: True mates. He's always known that, he just tried to deny it.
He can't anymore.
They're true mates, and yet Bakugou can't be his now. Tears start to stream across his cheeks before he even realizes.
"You don't want me anymore," he sobs, curling up on himself.
Your fault, it's your fucking fault if he has someone else now.
You're fucking stupid.
"I do—"
He growls, baring his teeth at him. "Liar, you have another Omega! I can smell it, you fucking stink again!"
"Ei—," he tries, "I don't have any fucking extra, I just want you."
He just shakes his head, not believing a word he says, as his body shakes with his sobs.
That's not true.
He has an Omega.
They're probably prettier. And less stubborn. They probably make Bakugou happy.
A good Omega. Nothing like him.
"Ei, fucking listen to me—"
He sobs harder. "Fuck you."
Two hands firmly wrap around his wrist as Bakugou crawls on top of him.
"Stop, I'm fucking telling you the truth."
He shouldn't believe him. He shouldn't. There are too many proofs against him.
He doesn't care about him anymore, he's moved on. He'll probably throw him away now like an old toy.
Will he bring his new Omega here? Will he take his room? Or will he sleep with Bakugou?
"Ei, listen to me for fuck's sake. There is no other Omega," he whispers as he thumbs both his cheeks.
Liar. Fucking liar.
He even said he would never hurt him, and yet he's the one that is making him feel devastated. As if the whole world crumbled on him.
His heart won't stop aching, he can't stop his tears. So he allows the pain in, he lets his tears fall.
"Eijirou, fucking listen," he urges, "I just want you, you're the only one for me."
YES. ALPHA. HE LOVES YOU. HE WANTS YOU.
No... that's not true... That's just a lie.
He knows it's impossible. He's been nothing but terrible to him, nobody would want an Omega like him.
And yet... Bakugou's eyes are flashing with worry. Eijirou can't help but feel a little spark of hope.
"Really?" he almost whispers, succumbing to his illusions because he's weak.
A hand cups his cheek. "Yes, of fucking course. Do you want me, baby?"
Yes.
Yes.
He nods, not trusting his voice and feeling vulnerable, and Katsuki's lips press against his, making him whine as he wraps his arms around his neck.
He still hates that he can't smell him well, that some Omega thought it was a good idea to make him stink like this, so he starts to cover him with his scent, the air soon filling with possessiveness and need.
He moans into the kiss, his cheeks turning red, whining in protest as Katsuki breaks the contact of their lips.
"Fuck yeah baby, claim what's fucking yours," he rasps, a grin lingering on his face, his lips shiny with spit, before he scents him too, with just as much possessiveness.
"K-Katsuki..."
With a growl, Katsuki starts to undress him, looking at him with predatory eyes, making him feel at loss of air.
"Mine," he growls.
Eijirou nods eagerly. "Yours, only yours."
He doesn't waste any time as he kisses the inner of his thigh, his face slowly trailing towards his core.
Eijirou whimpers as he spreads his legs wide open, throwing his head back against the pillow, almost choking on a moan as Katsuki introduces his tongue between his lips.
A hand grips the bed sheets, as he yanks at blond hair, his breath hitching.
He can picture Katsuki smirking before he starts to devour him, swirling his tongue as he presses his face against him, his strong hands holding his legs apart, his fingertip digging in his skin
He moans, his body shivering against his face, his eyes filling with tears as Katsuki has no mercy, working on his wet pussy as a starved man.
"Fuck— Kats— I'm cum—"
His walls clamp tightly as he squirts.
Fuck.
His skin starts to get red with embarrassment. He can't believe he came so much, making such a fucking mess.
Katsuki pulls his head back, his face soaked with his fluid, a wicked grin on his lips.
"Fuck— I'm sorry, I—"
"The fuck are you apologizing for? That was so fucking hot," he groans, firmly gripping his hips.
Eijirou flushes furiously, but before he can reply, Katsuki crashes their lips together, making him taste himself.
He feels already boneless, but he also wants more , so much more, he doesn't care he's numb already, he needs to feel him.
"Wanna cum again, angel?" Katsuki rasps, thumbing the side of his neck. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."
A whine weakly leaves his lips, his eyes hazy. "P-Please, knot me, please."
"Oh, I fucking will," he promises with a growl before kissing him again, two fingers sliding inside his sensitive pussy.
He swallows a whine as Katsuki thrusts his fingers inside him, the other hand teasing his nipple.
Eijirou writhes underneath him, tears rolling down his cheeks. It's too much, but it hurts so good and he doesn't want him to stop.
He has to break the kiss as he feels another orgasm bubbling up in his chest, his moans getting louder and louder, his whole body flushing red as it's covered in sweat.
Katsuki picks up his pace and Eijirou screams, his mouth hanging wide open as drool slides down his chin, until it reaches his neck, too.
"Fuck, so hot, you love my fingers, don't you? You feel so fucking full right now," he rasps, his voice low and husky, before his thumb circles his clit, two fingers pressed on his nipple.
A cry rings in the room as Eijirou cums hard, his walls still aching.
Katsuki growls as he licks his fingers, rolling his eyes as if he's just tasted the most delicious meal on earth.
"Fuck, you're perfect, " he growls, hands over his hips. "Perfect and mine. "
He can just nod as a few tears keep streaming down his face, humming as Katsuki wipes them away.
"Knot me, please" he mewls, cheeks warm, wrapping his legs around Katsuki's waist.
He hears a sharp intake of breath as Katsuki takes his cock in one hand.
"I love it when you beg," he groans, grinding his dick against his puppy.
"Ah— Fuck—," he whimpers, "Please, want your knot, please, please, please—"
His throat goes dry as Katsuki pushes his big fat cock inside his slick folds with one thrust, and only then he realizes Katsuki is still fully dressed.
He didn't even take off his pants, he just yanked them enough to pull out his dick.
Eijirou moans, the sound obscene and so damn loud, before he yanks Katsuki's shirt and rips it off, exposing his sinful abs.
So much better like this.
Katsuki groans as he gives a harsh thrust, " So fucking strong."
"Just fuck me," he whines, desperate, spreading his legs wide as he throws the now ruined shirt away.
Katsuki groans as he complies, thrusting in him at an impossible pace, ruining him as he rails him against the mattress.
He's so wet, he's never been so turned on in his life, he's never craved for someone as he does for Katsuki.
"Claim me, please, fuck, claim me, I want to be yours," he cries out, his voice desperate as he digs his nails into his back.
A roar is the next thing he hears before a pair of fangs sink deep into his neck, making him sob and moan, his whole body shaking as his walls clench around his big cock.
Katsuki starts to suck on his skin, still pounding hard into him, and Eijirou can't take it anymore as he cums with a loud whine, his soul ascending from his body.
That doesn't stop Katsuki.
He keeps fucking him, hard and deep, as he locks their eyes, breathing heavily on his lips.
Eijirou writhes on the mattress, face red and strained with tears, "K-Kats—"
"You can take it a little longer," he purrs. "You're so fucking good to me, taking my cock so damn well."
Eijirou nods, wanting to be good for him despite it hurting. He's too sensitive, his pussy swollen now.
"Fucking knew you were mine," Katsuki groans, slamming his hips hard against him. "You belong with me, fucking clear?"
He wants to reply, he does, but he can only whine as Katsuki fucks him harder with any second spent in silence.
"I asked a fucking question, love," he growls, his hands tightening around his hips as he changes the angle.
Eijirou's body jolts as he screams. "YES! I'M YOURS! F-Fuck—"
"Good pet," Katsuki grins before he kisses him, biting his bottom lip.
It's too much. He wants his knot, now.
"Knot— Ah— Fuck—Want your knot!" he cries, his body shaking beneath Katsuki’s.
"Fucking hell," he groans, before his knot pops in, filling him with an explosive burst of cum and locking them together as Eijirou's walls clamps around his dick once again.
Eijirou has honestly lost count of how many times he’s reached an orgasm tonight.
He whines lazily, feeling in heaven, his eyelids too heavy as Katsuki slowly falls on top of him.
"You're mine and I'm yours," Katsuki growls against his neck.
"You're mine and I'm yours," he repeats happily, his voice sleepy, before his vision goes black.
Eijirou feels Katsuki's breath at the back of his neck as his eyes flutter open.
He’s got two arms wrapped around his torso, his back pressed against Katsuki's chest.
He hums lightly before he notices he's in a different room. It must be Katsuki's bedroom.
He passed out, didn't he?
A blush creeps across his cheeks at the thought of Katsuki carrying him here.
Curling on himself, with a hand he reaches his ankle. There is no anklet anymore, no chain.
He's free.
And yet, there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
A pair of lips press on his neck. "Morning baby."
He purrs, liking the warm feeling of his lips against his skin. He feels safe , and maybe he always did. Katsuki has never been a threat to him anyway.
He lazily rolls on himself to face him, and as he locks their eyes, he remembers why he was so upset last night.
There still is another Omega.
Protect. Claim.
"We need to talk."
He trails a thumb over his cheek. "About what?"
A frown appears on his face, visibly startling Katsuki.
"The Omega who grinded on you . "
He sighs, looping an arm around him and pulling him closer. "You don't need to worry about him."
Like hell.
"Who is he?!" he growls, pulling away just a little.
"No one, just a guy I know."
A low growl rumbles in his throat. Just a guy he knows his ass!
Omegas don't go around scenting Alphas! They just do that shit when they're trying to claim, telling others that that Alpha is theirs.
Except Katsuki belongs to him. And he will kill with his bare hands whoever tries to take him away from him.
"Don't give me bullshit."
Katsuki grunts as he sits upright, placing his hands on the mattress. "Look, I might have asked him to scent me,"
"What?!" he yells, his eyebrows knitted together.
"I was just trying to see how you would react, baby. I never laid even a fucking finger on that little shit."
Was he manipulating him or something?
No, he wasn't, right? He just opened his eyes.
Whatever, this barely changes anything.
"I don't care how it happened, I don't want him near you ever again, or else..."
Katsuki tilts his head as he frowns lightly. "Or else what?"
"I won't hesitate to end him," he deadpans.
A groan rips through Katsuki's throat before he crashes their lips together, wrapping his arms around him as he drags him over himself.
Eijirou lets him, moaning weakly as he feels Katsuki's tongue pushing between his lips, the smell of his arousal quickly spreading in the air.
However, he's quick to break their contact as he feels Katsuki's hands slowly trailing down his back.
"Katsuki, wait."
"Yeah?"
Eijirou's eyes suddenly get darker.
"You won't ever leave again for that long. You'll always come back within the day. Promise me," he says possessively, aware that his calm voice is making him sound more dangerous somehow.
Katsuki's hands gently touch his face. "I fucking promise, I'm not leaving you," he says softly, slowly closing the gap between their lips.
Eijirou nods slightly before he kisses him again, wanting to believe his words.
He will set the world into flames if someone even thinks to get in their way.
The sun warms Eijirou's skin, its rays falling on him after weeks, a soft breeze blows through his hair as all he can see is stretches of green prairie beneath a blue sky.
"You were right, they never found us," he says quietly, looking at the flight of two birds.
He hears Katsuki humming, a pair of strong arms wrapping around his waist. "Did you want them to?"
"You know I didn't," he sighs as he pulls himself out of his embrace to face him, looping his arms around his neck. "I was just thinking... there's no coming back now."
Katsuki grunts slightly as he sets his hands on his hips, wrinkling his nose in annoyance. He doesn't say anything, but clear traces of doubts linger in his eyes.
"Don't be like that, Kats. I'm not complaining, I don't regret anything," he sighs, reading him like a book, as he clings to him.
And he really doesn't. Loving Katsuki completes him, makes him feel whole.
He will find another job, other friends. Katsuki is the only thing that matters now.
"Then what?"
"It's... what are we going to do? I want a new life with you, I don't want to live here forever."
It's not like he doesn't like their house, because he does. It's big, warm, and aesthetically pleasing, but he likes the city better.
They're too far from anything. Shops, markets, gyms. Which isn't bad, but sometimes he would like to take a walk and see the city living, with its chaos and its lights.
He hums. "We don't have to stay here."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Where do you want to go?"
"Somewhere far, where no one knows us. You know, starting over."
Katsuki nods slightly before pressing his lips on his forehead. "Sounds good to me."
"Really?"
"Of course," he says before something in his eyes shifts, his gaze getting more serious, as if he's just remembered something crucial. "But I need to take care of something first."
"What thing?"
He sighs, still holding him tightly. "Villain stuff."
His stomach twists in discomfort. "Are you in danger?"
"I can handle it, babe."
"What does that mean? Is someone threatening you?"
"Ei, baby, relax. I didn't want to make you worry. I've been targeted by a group of shitty vigilantes. I take them out, and then we can start to make plans, yeah?"
Despite his soft voice and his calming scent, Eijirou's blood boils in his veins, a growl rising from his gut into his chest, filling his heart as hatred settles in his bones.
"Who are they?" he snarls, his arms now falling at his sides as implacable crimson eyes lock with much calmer carmine.
He slightly shakes his head, clutching tight at him as their noses touch. "You got a murderous look right now. That's hot," he rasps, licking his bottom lip.
Eijirou frowns as he slides out of his arms, his rage getting out of control. "I'm fucking serious, Katsuki. Who are they?!"
How dare they threaten his mate?! He'll rip their throats out if they even lay a finger on him.
"You don't fucking need to worry about that."
His hands clench into fists. "I want to come with you. "
"No fucking way."
"Why the fuck not?! You think I'm weak or something?"
His jaw clicks as his eyes start to brim with frustrated tears.
He just wants to protect his mate! If something happens to him and he's not there to stop it, he will most likely lose his mind.
"You know I fucking don't, Ei," he tries, wiping away a tear that falls across his cheek. "We just don't need any attention on you right now."
Alright, maybe he’s got a point. The heroes must not see him. But still, he would risk anything for him.
He just presses his face against his chest, his growl fading as Katsuki wraps his arms around him.
"Besides, you can't get in action because I'm going to fill you with a lot of pups."
Eijirou can hear a smirk in his voice.
"If anyone tries to hurt you, I will kill them even if I’m nine months pregnant and you fucking know it," he pouts as he throws his head back a little, just enough to lock their eyes.
A giggle bursts out of his chest. "I know, angel. You're fucking unstoppable."
He clutches to him, almost spacing out as every cell of his body is contaminated by fear.
What if Katsuki doesn't come back? If he leaves him here all alone forever?
He's sure he wouldn't survive that.
"You're not leaving me, you promised me that," he mumbles, his voice too weak, insecurity tangled in it.
"Not even for a night, I promise," Katsuki reassures him, pressing him against his chest.
Warmth shoots across his chest, his heart fluttering as Eijirou breathes in his scent.
He believes him. Katsuki isn't going to leave him.
Bad Omega. Bad, bad Omega.
He abandoned you.
You're worthless.
He's never coming back.
It's your fault.
You don't even have a pup yet.
Useless Omega.
A whine rings in the dark and silent room as Eijirou buries himself under the blankets.
He's cold.
But he's also sweating.
He's angry.
But his heart is broken into a million tiny pieces.
He doesn't think he has tears left to cry anymore.
That's what happens to bad Omegas. Their Alpha leaves them alone without looking back.
Bad Omega.
He broke his promise because of you.
His hands grip the pillow before he presses it against his face, muffling a cry.
That's true. Katsuki left him. He said he wouldn't and he did.
He doesn't even know how many days have passed, every minute looks the same in the darkness of their room.
Is it even their room anymore?
Is it stupid to still wait for him in that house?
His chest stutters with a sob that decides to rip itself off him, not even embracing himself is enough to stop his body from quivering.
He misses Katsuki.
He wants him. He needs him.
He—
He hears someone talking, but he can’t make the words out as he keeps his eyes closed, feeling like a ghost.
His body is too heavy, he wants this pain to fade away.
His blankets are snatched away before he feels a hand on his cheek, his nostrils suddenly filling with a calming scent.
It's sweet, familiar, soothing.
It's—
Alpha.
His eyes snap open, his sorrow quickly turning into anger as his jaw sets, two hardened hands firmly grabbing Katsuki's arms, harshly shoving him against the mattress.
His mate says something, but his voice can't really be heard over Eijirou's roars.
He crawls on top of him, hardened claws tearing their clothes to shreds as he hisses, his eyes filled with pure rage
"EIJIROU, FUCKING STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! " he hears Katsuki yell, which makes him growl even more.
"You bastard! You fucking promised to not leave again!" he growls, his scent all over the place as rage flows through him like lava.
He lied.
Three times.
When he said he would never hurt him.
When he promised he wouldn't leave and when he said he would knock him up.
Eijirou's going to make sure one of those things gets accomplished today.
He wants pups and he wants them now. Now that his Alpha is here. Now, before he can leave again.
"Ei— Listen to me—"
"Shut up" He roars, his temper sparking more as he places his hands on his chest to keep him pinned on the mattress.
Katsuki's eyes go wide, his lips slightly parted, "Ei, c'mon—"
His words fall on death ears as Eijirou grabs his dick, lifting his hips. "You won't leave this fucking room until you get me pregnant," he growls, sinking himself in his already rock solid big cock.
A groan is ripped through Katsuki, his dick twitching. "F-Fuck, Ei—"
"If you leave me and our pup ever again, I will fucking find you and it will be the worst thing to ever happen to you," he growls, pressing his hands on his chest to steady himself, before he starts to rock his hips.
Fuck, it feels so good, his dick fills him so well, but like hell he's going to praise the bastard.
"D-Don't pop a knot just yet," he rasps, throwing his head back as he jumps on his dick. "Your stupid dick is my d-dildo tonight."
Katsuki hisses out a breath through his teeth, his feet planted on the bed. "H-Holy fuck, Eijirou," he groans, sounding drained, as he shifts on his elbows to sit upright, placing his hands on his hips.
The room fills with low grunts and loud moans, with the sound of skin against skin, their breath catching as Eijirou takes more, riding him like it's the last time, his claws grabbing his shoulders.
"You're mine, " Eijirou growls before he sinks his teeth into his neck, slowly and deeply, tasting blood as Katsuki's body jolts against him.
"F-Fuck yeah, k-keep biting me," he groans, threading a hand in his hair.
Eijirou growls before biting him at the other side of his neck, his walls clenching around his cock.
"Fill me w-with c-cum," he moans — demands — against his neck.
Thick ropes of cum burst out of his cock as Katsuki groans, filling him good, and Eijirou feels his walls clenching again before squirting with a high pitched cry, falling on top of him as an orgasm is ripped from his body.
"Holy fucking shit, Ei—"
"We're not done yet," he breathes, a smirk lingers on his lips. "You're gonna cum in me again and again , and you can knot me only when I say it's enough."
Katsuki groans as he pushes his head against the pillow. "You're killing me, what the fuck. So fucking hot."
He grabs Eijirou's hips before kissing him hungrily, pressing him against his body.
"Don't leave again," Eijirou urges against his lips, his hands on his cheeks, and only then he realizes he’s got scratches.
Scratches that weren't caused by his fury.
"Ei—"
"They hurt you," he whispers, his eyes getting darker. "Are they dead?"
"Yeah," he breathes.
"Good. Next time, leave them to me," he rasps, and he feels Katsuki's dick twitching in him, causing him to giggle breathlessly. "This shit turns you on?"
"Fuck yes, you're so fucking hot right now," he groans, his hands pulling his cheeks apart.
"Ah— F-Fucking pervert," he moans before rocking his hips again. "I'm gonna ride you again."
"Fuck, you're perfect."
Eijirou smirks before biting his neck.
"Why are you doing all the work?" he pouts, laying on the couch as he watches Katsuki carrying their boxes around.
"Because you're pregnant, obviously."
"It's not even been a month, Kats."
"Same difference," he grunts as he takes the last box to the door, before he heads towards him, gently placing a hand on his belly. "Let me take care of everything, babe."
He hums as he brings his hand to his lips leaving a peck on it. "Fine," he pouts.
"It's almost all done anyway, we're leaving in a few days. The guy I know has everything set up, fake passports and all."
Eijirou doesn't know why he feels like tearing up. It must be his hormones.
He's never been happier. Finally, he's going to start another life with Katsuki and he knows it's going to be good this time.
"And then we can start over?"
"Yeah," he kisses him.
"And nobody will bring us apart?"
Another peck on his lips. "I promise."
Eijirou smiles, feeling emotional as tears start to form at the corner of his eyes.
"Babe, I'll do whatever it takes to not let anyone destroy our family. We'll always be together, always," Katsuki promises as he thumbs his cheek.
He smiles, giving him a small nod. "I love you."
Katsuki grunts before kissing him slowly. "I love you too, baby."
A smile plays on his lips before he kisses him back, a hand running through his hair.
It's just how Katsuki had always said. They're meant to be, and Eijirou will die before he lets anyone pull them apart.