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Shoto and Izuku grew up in a village that held several shrines for their gods but the biggest one was for their chief god of the village, a Kitsune god by the name of Bakugou.
Shoto had the misfortune of being raised to be a virgin sacrifice for this god. When he came of age, he would be offered as a bride to the god for him to do whatever he wished with him. Izuku meanwhile was trained since he was a child to be a priest for the shrine, and in fact, he would be the one overseeing Shoto’s marriage ceremony and claiming by the god.
The two boys, whose fates were already entwined, grew up as close friends, and it was just as well, as they were allowed no others. They grew up secluded from the rest of the children their age who did not have their fates laid out in front of them as they did.
Keeping them away from the others their own age had the additional benefit of keeping them away from the temptation of others, for they both needed to be virginally pure when they came of age as was laid out for them.
Theirs was a friendship of precious shared moments together amid a dearth of contact with others their own age, and if you asked Izuku, he would declare Shoto his best and only friend.
Then it was the ceremony on the day of the god: the day when Shoto was to be wed. Shoto was led into a room ornately decorated with images of the fox god and with a futon in the middle. He sat on it in silence till he looked up when Izuku entered the room.
Izuku was terrified at what he was going to be forced to witness. What would happen to Shoto when the God took his offering? And Izuku couldn’t leave or turn away. No, he had to witness and chant while it happened, sealing the exchange of offering to the god.
They shared a look and sat together and waited for the God to show up and they waited for hours until the crack of nightfall. Suddenly, there a was new voice in the room.
“Seems they finally sent me someone worthy,” it smoothly rumbled as the fox god stepped into the room in his black and red robe. “I was getting so tired of having to turn away those that had already let themselves be touched by another.”
As Bakugou walked into the room zuku refused to get off the futon, only squeezing Shoto’s hand as the fox put a finger to Shoto’s chin and tilted it up to look at Bakugou’s face in his standing position. “Oh yes, I think someone as pretty as you will do quite nicely.”
And he glanced over at Izuku before his eyebrows rose, “Are you another offering? Are these people that desperate for my blessing? Well I’ll hardly say no–“
“No! I’m not- I mean I’m the priest, Izuku. I lead the ceremony,” Izuku bit out. He was annoyed in spite of himself. Bakugou should have known he was a priest as his robes were red and white instead of the pure white of Shoto’s
“Ah yes. Funny, I usually remember the priests being a lot older. And not nearly as holding to their virtues as they ought to be,” he said, giving Izuku’s body a once over with his eyes. Izuku felt his face flush.
“Now you, my bride, my Princess, what is your name?”
“Shoto,” he whispered, eyes wide as the fox smiled at him and began to trail a hand through his hair.
He began to strip Shoto of his robes and Izuku finally got off the bed and went to stand by the side. He began to chant the sacred chant of the god as he bore witness to Bakugou mating Shoto.
Bakugou was tender, disrobing Shoto slowly, though trailing his long nails across Shoto’s bare skin. He started kissing him and Shoto slowly relaxed from his stiff state into one that was finding enjoyment in the moment.
Izuku continued to chant.
Bakugou took Shoto in his mouth and begins to suck on it, very quickly pulling a shrieking cry from Shoto as he came down his throat.
Izuku continued to chant and felt himself begin to harden beneath his robes.
Bakugou got up and began to disrobe himself before reaching for the sacred oil provided for him next to the futon. He began to work Shoto open with his fingers. Shoto let out little breathy sounds all the while until a slight yelp draws a smirk from the fox.
“That’s right my Bride, my Princess” Bakugou purred, “Gonna show you just how good this is going to feel for you.”
Izuku stumbled in his chants before quickly catching himself and continuing.
The fox smirked harder.
“Enjoying the show, cute little priest?” he called over his shoulder to Izuku.
Izuku did not answer and continued to chant as Bakugou worked more and more fingers in. He should not be enjoying this, he thought, but Shoto’s moans were echoing in his ears.
“Now it’s time Princess. I’m taking you as my bride and I will keep you for however long I want you,” he said as he began to work the oil onto his own cock and readied Shoto’s entrance, “After this, you’re *mine*.”
Izuku felt his eyes lock onto the sight as Bakugou sank in slowly and the *noises* that Shoto was making. He tried not to feel bad about one of his hands moved to brush over his own erection and give himself * some * relief.
Izuku continued to chant.
Quickly, Bakugou settled into a rhythm, once adjusting himself until he pulled a sharp little chirp of pleasure from Shoto once he found the right spot. Izuku began to rub himself.
But Bakugou did not keep up the slow and soft pace; he began to pump his hips harder, his grip tightening, and his grunts getting more and more beastly.
Izuku’s hand stilled as his worry for Shoto began to outweigh anything arousing about the sight.
The god kept saying Shoto was his to do with what he wanted, but what did the god want from Shoto? He could do anything he wished to him. Izuku could not stop him and no one else would save the sacrifice.
And there were so many stories of Kitsunes devouring their partners after sex. Was that what Izuku was going to have to see happen to Shoto?
“Don’t hurt him!” Izuku found himself crying out, his worry and fear for Shoto setting in.
“Oh, I’m not going to hurt him, I’m going to show him all kinds of pleasure,” as he started fucking into Shoto at a more frantic pace. His teeth were shining in the moonlight. Izuku was suddenly terrified.
“Are you going to eat him?”
“Oh, I plan to devour him,” Bk said with a smirk and sunk his teeth into Shoto’s neck and Shoto let out a scream.
The next thing Izuku knew he was on top of the god, pounding on his back with his fists, trying to make him let go of Shoto. “Get off him! You can’t eat him! Shoto is mine, my best friend! You can’t have him!”
Finally, the fox pulled off and turned around to face Izuku, his eyes flashing red.
“Oh, yours , you say? You claim ownership over the bride I just bound to me?” And those red eyes focused on him and he let out a savage smirk.
“Well, why not? I deserve it after all, don’t I? I think I’ll take myself a second bride as well.“
And then he grasped Izuku’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed, throwing him down next to the naked Shoto.
“You’re offering yourself so willingly to me, why should I not take what is being so reasonably offered? I shall take you both as my bride.”
This… wasn’t supposed to happen. But when Izuku glanced over at Shoto, the other boy grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. Before leaning over and starting to trail kisses up his neck.
“Please Izuku, I’m scared to do this alone,” Shoto whispered into his ear. And like Izuku could ever deny Shoto anything.
He stilled and allowed his body to be manipulated by the god. His robes were shredded and the kitsune took to preparing him to be taken.
All the while fear and anticipation bubbled up in Izuku, he never thought he’d get a chance like this, to actually have sex, and with a god no less. All the while next to Shoto too? It was all so much.
The next thing he knew, he too was being fucked by the god. Shoto squeezed his hand and continued giving him kisses on as much of his face as he could reach while Bakugou thrust into him.
“Say it little one. Say your words of binding,” Bakugou commanded and Izuku felt himself begin to mumble his chants; the ones that would make their union just as sacred as Shoto’s
He kept it up till he felt the bite at his throat and oh it * hurt. * But then he felt some form of magic surge through where the fangs bit into his skin.
And that was the last thing he remembered till he woke up with the three of them cuddled on the futon, the kitsune on Shoto’s other side lazily playing with Shoto’s hair as Shoto was staring at his face.
“Izuku?”
“Yes, Shoto?”
“Is this real?”
“I think so.”
Izuku put his palm on his neck where he was bit but he felt no wound, just plain skin. Curious, he took a look at Shoto’s neck and saw a tattoo of Bakugou’s name where he had bitten into Shoto’s neck. Izuku must bear the same mark.
“What will you have us do now?” Izuku asked the god and Shoto turned to face their god, their new husband, as well.
“I will have you both tending to my shrine. What better worshipers than my new brides? For once, my offering was as pure in truth as was said to be. Now neither of you will know another lover after me, besides each other. In fact–“
He waved his hands over their naked groins and bands of red light came from his hand and wrapped around the base of both of their dicks and glowed before fading into nothing.
“There now you both can’t be with anyone else,” he said smugly.
Shoto stilled in Izuku’s arms as he did the same, as they took in what just happened. They still had each other, and from the sounds of it, the god was expecting them to spend their days tending to his temple, together.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“What do we call you?” Shoto asked their new husband.
“Katsuki,” he said, “But only you are allowed to call me that.” Giving them both a look in the eye about it.
The name was known to Izuku as a priest, but he had been so heavily trained to never call his god by the true name. It held too much power.
“Kacchan?” He offered instead.
“Fine,” the kitsune rolled his eyes and got up and began to dress, leaving them in bed together.
When he left the room, he had apparently made a public appearance, the first seen in over a hundred years, and declared that the new head priests of his temple were his new brides, Shoto and Izuku.
~
And so they tended to the temple, taking over from the head priest who was none too happy to be demoted, but when a God declared who now ran his shrine, it was not to be argued with.
Bakugou scoffed as he looked at the now former head priest. At least this way his shrine would be led by someone who kept to their supposed virtues.
They slept in the room in the shrine that served as the god’s corporeal bedroom. Bakugou didn’t come to them every night at first. Some nights, it was just the two of them in bed together. They laid on the futon in each other’s arms every night.
And so one thing led to another and they began trying things on each other.
Shoto traced patterns of freckles across Izuku’s body, first with his eyes, then his fingers, and finally with his lips. Izuku ached to discover all manner of whines and moans he could draw out of Shoto.
They did it because they finally could after years of both having an undefined sense of pining for something more with the other. They had been kept ignorant of the exact mechanics of what this lust was for, but, oh, their new husband had shown them.
Years of desires came bubbling forth and they were eager to satiate every curiosity they had ever had about the other’s body.
One night, they were laying on the bed with the other’s cock in their mouths when they heard a purring noise. They were being watched. They froze and got up to see Katsuki sitting in the window, watching them hungrily. Quickly they pulled away from each other.
“I’m sorry–“ Shoto began but that was all he was able to get out before he was cut off.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Princess, you are both mine and therefore you are both each other’s, I have no qualms with you finding enjoyment in each other, so long as you don’t forget about me.”
“We serve at your pleasure,” Izuku mumbled one of the vows he took when he joined the shrine.
“Well then, at my pleasure, please continue.”
~
Another night when Izuku and Shoto were waiting for their husband to appear, Izuku asked the fox a question when he finally decided to grace his brides. “Will you ever let us fuck you? Like you do for us?” Izuku felt a bit insecure in his request, he really did not know what the Kitsune’s response would be. Would he be offended at the mere suggestion? Or would he be willing to indulge Izuku?
“Oh is that what you want my bride?” The fox gave a long look at Izuku before turning to Shoto, “And what about you Half-n-Half? You want to fuck me too?” Bakugou purred as he took in both of their very interested faces.
The fox laughed. “I’ll tell you both what: I’m built a bit different than you both. If we are going to have fun with this, let me show you just how different it can be for us.”
What did he mean by that? Izuku was curious and remained so until the fox told them both to ready themselves to take him and that he would be taking them both at once.
“But Kacchan-”
“I told you my Izuku, I’m built differently than you both. But if you’re curious enough to learn, I know both of you would be capable of such a feat with some preparation.”
And so Izuku and Shoto both readied their cocks and sure enough, with some skillful guiding coming from the fox, they were both soon buried in their husband as he directed them in how to fuck him.
“This is a side of me only you two will ever see,” the fox said as he looked at his brides fondly. “I shall share this side with only those that I possess, and you are both mine.”
~
Then on the day before the new lunar year, they awoke to the god still in their room in the morning, usually he disappeared with the rising of the sun so It was strange to see it on his face and illuminating his soft blond hair and ears.
“There is a banquet tomorrow in the spirit realm. It is the one night of the year mortals are allowed to attend. You both will accompany me. And you will wear these.”
He thrust a kimono in each of their arms. They were a deep blood red with white foxes embroidered on them.
Shoto looked at Izuku. He had not known there was a day that mortals were allowed in the spirit realm. Izuku shrugged; he hadn’t either.
They dressed and waited with anticipation for what they were about to see. He led them out the back of the temple and up the mountainside, but as they walked the terrain looked more and more unfamiliar.
Colors seemed to change beyond what they normally were. The air tasted crisper, and they began to hear music playing in the distance. And then suddenly they were at a staircase that Izuku and Shoto knew was not built on the mountain.
At the top of the staircase was a massive building that held tables upon tables of yokai and magical beasts conversing and laughing over food. As Bakugou walked in they heard a cry coming from the side and one came to drag him over to where they had been sitting.
That was until he caught sight of Izuku and Shoto in their fox kimonos
“Katsuki, you did bring them!” he laughed and Izuku and Shoto were surprised to hear their husband only grunt back, “Fuck off Sparky,”
They were quickly pulled into chairs and their husband’s friends began to ask all about them, having only been able to get brief answers from Bakugou when he showed up one day declaring he’d finally taken a bride. Two in fact.
A red oni teased Bakugou about finally taking a bride after so many years of turning his nose up at the offerings his shrine kept making to him. Bakugou just retorted that he’d finally found an offering worth having.
Izuku and Shoto had a wonderful time at the Lunar Banquet and when they left, Bakugou’s friends made him swear to bring them back next year. Izuku and Shoto needled him further on it till he swore to them too.
Eventually, as the years turned into decades Shoto and Izuku began to age more and more, while Bakugou remained an ever youthful 30. They started to feel old and ugly, but Bakugou always insisted they were both so beautiful to him and he was never more in love.
Then came one day and he said their time in the mortal world was over and they were to follow him to the spirit world. With each step they walked they became a day younger. It was a long winding walk to the gates of the spirit world, but when they reached it they were young again.
“Now my Princess and my Priest are going to join me as my full-time Queens,” Bakugou murmured as he pulled them each into a kiss as they ascended the staircase after him.