Work Text:
The eerie wind howls as it moves through hanging branches, trees standing tall as Katsuki trudges through the thick snow that hides the path back home. His pelt coat does its best to protect his furry ears from the icy snowfall as the ground sinks beneath his weight, pushing him sideways.
The things he endures for his husband.
He carries a large, burlap sack like Saint Nicholas or Odin or whoever that bearded fuck was, it’s contents jingling with every crunchy step his heavy boots make as they trudge over infinite white fluff, it's more ghostly than festive. Up ahead in the distance a mansion peeks above the trees. It stands strong against the winter storm, their home, haunting the hills of the forest in its isolation. Despite its chilling exterior, Katsuki knows what lurks inside is much warmer and empty-headed.
By the time Katsuki reaches the door, the sun has begun to set, rays fading into tree branches as they mark the late afternoon. He shoves his way in and kicks the snow that clings stubbornly off his boots before walking further into the home. He sets them down, still wet beside the door, close to the crackling fire in the parlor and takes a moment to thaw out, nose red with the bite of winter.
Katsuki’s heightened instincts from being out in the woods melt away as the combined scents, their scents—his own, his husbands, surround him in a blanket of security, not a hint of anything out of place. Their fireplace was recently cleaned out, too, so the more subtle earthy smell of the dried oak wood shines through to mix beautifully with the aroma of their home; it melts away at something small inside Katsuki’s chest.
As pristine as Katsuki keeps the place, the history of the mansion holds a weight of age that not even Katsuki’s duster can remove. With six bedrooms, a parlor, kitchen, library, dining quarters, attic, basement and sunrooms— a fireplace in each– Katsuki’s cleaning days are arduous. He’s come to love it, though, from the hand crafted baroque rugs to the ornate crown moldings, their home is a direct reflection of the man who has lived here for centuries—the man he loves.
Antiquated yet warm.
Speaking of, Katsuki drops his sack on the velvet couch and yells into the depths of the house, “Shou! I’m home! Get the fuck down here!” He’s most likely in the library so while he waits for his vampire he rifles through the supplies he got in town, pretty proud of the loot he managed to find so last minute.
Katsuki smells his mate grow closer as he silently enters, wolf ears twitch as they try and fail to pick up the slightest creak of a footstep. Stupid nightstalker. He turns to see Shouto looming over his shoulder, eyes full of curiosity as they parse through Katsuki’s findings in wonder.
“You need a bell, you freak.” Shouto only hums and leans some weight onto his back. Katsuki slaps a ghostly hand away from a rogue piece of Sato’s special peppermint, “That’s for dessert, dumbass. While I was out grabbin’ all this shit, did’ya start anything on your own?” He probes while separating ornaments by shape and color.
“Um,” Shouto frowns, enough of an answer, and walks over to the large book on one of their shelves by the fireplace. It’s open to pagan traditions of the winter solstice, this will be Shouto’s first time celebrating since before he turned to a life of solitude. Considering he hasn’t left his home in ages, the solstice folklore looks different now than it did when his heart was still beating.
Katsuki found the fucking book in Ochako and Deku’s shop back in the small town at the foot of their forest hill. He bought it for Shouto as an anniversary gift to add to his seemingly unlimited book collection. A week ago Shouto finally got around to reading its contents, and for an entire day the vampire followed Katsuki around the mansion educating him on the many new activities humans and other creatures do to welcome winter in this new age.
Shouto apparently grew up in a part of the world that celebrated Toji. He would eat fruit and bathe in hot springs with his family before he was relocated further west—where they now reside. After hearing Shouto out, Katsuki made it his mission to do all of the traditions in the book Shouto found most interesting.
The vampire flips through the pages with his long nails until he finds what he’s searching for. He taps the page and whispers under his breath, “This one, wreaths.” Shouto turns back to Katsuki, red and white hair messily quiffed and clothes fitted to perfection, “While you were gone I decided to spruce up the cemetery.” His flat tone is betrayed by the sparkle in his eyes and the excited way he rubs his pale fingers together.
In a blink, Shouto’s cape swooshes behind him as he leads them to the opposite end of their home.
Katsuki slips his coat and boots back on to follow Shouto outside.
They have a few protected acres in the back, the main attractions being their greenhouse and the cemetery of Shouto’s past loved ones. Katsuki found it odd that Shouto insisted on keeping the cemetery so close to him, but he has come to understand the feeling of true desolation and disconnection, willing to do whatever it takes to feel the presence of those who will never return.
Before he married the vampire, Katsuki was once the Alpha to his own pack. A pack that was slaughtered in the dead of night when he was just coming into his own as their Head Alpha. He was away on a hunt for a few days, only to return to the horrors of a brutal massacre. For days he roamed these very woods aimlessly, unsure of what to do, where to go, who to hunt; isolated, angry, lost.
Then one evening the lone wolf was approached by a silent figure. Weak and vacant, a shell of his former self and everything he once knew, Katsuki practically surrendered himself to become food. No alpha like him deserved to live, anyway. Of course, he managed to run into the world’s kindest bloodsucker. He just scooped Katsuki up in his arms and brought him back to his estate like it was in his nature to help.
In a matter of a few weeks, Katsuki knew this vampire wasn’t a farce, feeding and hosting Katsuki like an esteemed guest rather than some dirty stray he found on his twilight stroll. Months later, fully healed, body no longer starving for sustenance and trust steadily built between the two, the weight of Katsuki’s tragedy came crashing down. He had broken down at dinner one evening, revealing the truth of his family, his failures and how he can hardly stand to look at his reflection in the mirror. Shame ate at him for leaving them to rot in his trance of despair. His life, a mockery—a wolf without a pack to protect, meaning lost in the winds.
That night, while Katsuki slept for hours, Shouto holed up in the basement.
At some point in his long fucking life, and as cliche as it is, Shouto learned woodworking and got into coffin making. So, like an angel sent, Shouto crafted coffins for each family in Katsuki’s pack. And, when Katsuki was finally ready, emotions settling, they went back to his old home to gather the remains and belongings that survived Katsuki’s season of captive misery.
That was the moment he realized he was falling for this idiot vampire, his vampires, watching as he lugged back the entirety of what was left of his people on his strong back. Since that day, Katsuki vowed that he would do just about anything to make Shouto happy. He was his family now.
〰❄〰❄〰❄〰❄〰
They stand shoulder to shoulder on the back porch to take in the wintery landscape. The blizzard is still coming down but the wind isn’t roaring as violently anymore. Snow blankets the ground and piles up on the different headstones, the vines climbing the greenhouse catch tufts of snowflakes. It's beautifully untouched.
However, the view is not what Shouto is excited about, a gloved hand grabs Katsuki’s and drags him out into the cold.
As joyous as Shouto is capable of demonstrating, he gestures to the nearest grave, “Look Katsuki, I thought everyone should feel festive.” On each and every memorial is a wreath adorning the magical fairy lights Katsuki got from the mage down south, and a lopsided bow. It’s tacky in the most endearing way, and between every few graves, there’s an eternal flame Shouto lit to keep their loved ones warm. “I read about it in the book, one group uses this as a time to celebrate and honor the dead. So, I thought everyone would like to feel included.” Shouto’s hand squeezes Katsuki’s, searching for some kind of reaction. Red eyes try to take in each and every headstone, nodding in approval at the vampire's choice of rite. It’s perfect.
He’s led past some of the older graves, old friends of Shouto’s, pets that he outlived, unmarked graves of people Shouto found left for dead in the woods. All of them have been given the same love and care.
Then they pass the largest headstones, the Todoroki family, one for each sibling and their families, both parents buried separately on either end of the children. Shouto has only talked about his family in vague detail, but Katsuki understands the reason for Rei’s angel statue and Enji’s more… traditional marker. Upon each is a stocking with their names embroidered in different colors specific to each member of Shouto’s family, stockings being another tradition for accepting gifts.
Katsuki smiles at the personal touch, Shouto never misses the small details.
They keep walking, to a part of the cemetery he forces himself to visit at least once a month. Katsuki stops them at Ei’s grave to pay his respects, then Denki, then Mina, all of his best friends….he had known since they were pups. Each grave adorned their respective wreaths and flowers. It makes Katsuki’s eyes burn at how much Shouto honors each and every soul that rests here, friend and stranger alike.
He finally approaches his parents. They have a shared headstone with the Bakugou Crest, it’s modest yet imposing, just like Bakugou Masaru and Mitsuki. Above their names is their own wreath with twinkling lights, and below the date hang two stockings. Just like Shouto’s family's, the stockings are embroidered with his parents' favorite colors, purple and green thread.
Katsuki tries not to let his face show it, but how the hell does Shouto keep outdoing him, dammit. He wipes his eyes, stinging due to the cold—obviously—when a pair of arms wrap around him. Katsuki nuzzles his cheek into Shouto’s neck….and they stay like that, bundled in the snow, comforted by their love, sharing this moment with their loved ones. Nothing more to say.
Life is much less lonely when you have someone who loves your people as much as you do.
〰❄〰❄〰❄〰❄〰
The sun has properly set, the only sources of light are the lanterns flickering along the walls of the kitchen and the fireplace in the living quarters. Shouto is in the other room trying to decorate the fir tree they chopped down yesterday, holding up random items to the damn book, checking his work and trying to make sense of everything. Katsuki has learned over the years that Shouto enjoys understanding the significance of any little thing: their symbolism, customs, why people do what they do. Always so fascinated with the way creatures change and yet somehow stay the same even as time goes.
It’s one of his favorite things about Shouto.
While he does that, Katsuki is holed up in the kitchen cooking up their winter feast. Platters of seasonal fruits and sautéed vegetables, bowls of potatoes, a large ham he tracked and hunted two days ago, take up all the space on their counters. Not a single dish missed from the book; Shouto is precise like that, curious enough to perfect. Katsuki is pretty sure Shouto has had most of these foods but he loves to eat whatever Katsuki prepares, whether it’s buckwheat noodles for the thousandth time or a new recipe he’s never heard of.
Regardless, everything lining their counters holds a sense of comfort one seeks in the winter—the type that holds you through a cold night just like this one. It reminds Katsuki of his early pup years, snuggled up to his mother while she cooked dinner. He would try to sneak away so he could go out and hunt like the alphas of their pack. He’d tiptoe out of their house only to sprint back to her warm side because his pup coat wasn’t thick enough to brave the winter quite yet. She would always pat his head when he returned which only caused him to scowl and snap at her, but Katsuki realizes now that she never told him not to try.
“Katsuki,” Shouto’s voice drifts from the other room, echoing through the halls, light and tinged with curiosity. It draws Katsuki out of his thoughts and back into the present. “Yeah?”
“Can you come tell me what you think?”
Katsuki’s heart skips a beat, it’s a funny thing how Shouto, a vampire wise beyond his years, seeks out Katsuki’s opinions and approval. Unlike his old pack council—those fuckers always dismissed his ideas. Old farts couldn’t see him as more than an overgrown pup. But not his Shouto, Katsuki’s not sure how he lived this long without Katsuki’s input, honestly; he appreciates being considered, though, really.
“Yeah,‘sec.” He wipes his hands and walks into the other room where their large tree twinkles next to their master fireplace.
It feels like a portrait, so picture-esque of the season, and yet the most gorgeous thing in the room is off to the side, in his slacks and white ruffled shirt, leaning his weight on one leg while curiously observing his work. One hand to his chin, his hip cocked and everything. “What do you think? Should I add more of the dried yuzu? Not sure if it needs more red…The ornaments you got were great but–”
Katsuki slides an arm around his waist and whispers, a smooth breath against his neck. “Looks perfect Shou, you did perfect.” A small shiver crawls down his husband's spine, and Katsuki smirks before taking a real proper look at the fir. There are a couple ornaments he might move around, but overall he did a great job for his first yule tree.
“What should we put on top?”
Shouto pulls away from his hold, caught by a sudden thought, and Katsuki sees the bulb that goes off in his husband's mind through the glimmer in his pretty eyes. He watches him fold to look through the rest of the junk Katsuki gathered in town. “Oh, Katsuki, did you know, the evergreen of the garland on the mantle and the wreaths outside represent eternal life?” Shouto shares as he finds what he was looking for. Katsuki glances over to their mantle covered in evergreen garland and about 28 candles.
Eternal life, huh?
He snorts at the absurdity, “Do people really think they’ll live forever or some shit?”
Shouto humorously huffs behind him as he delicately carries the tree topper. “I’m sure it’s more of a symbol, one germanic group believes the shape of the tree points to heaven. It’s all rooted in belief rather than reality.” Katsuki listens to Shouto spit his fun facts and watches him climb the ladder to place the star in its rightful place. The fire illuminates its shine perfectly, shimmering in the light; he notices the gold star is covered in icy blue crescent moons. Somewhere deep in his bones he feels the significance of Shouto’s choice.
Shouto leans up, holding the fixture in place, looking at Katsuki for final approval. The Were points over to the left and Shouto slightly adjusts the star until it’s center.
He climbs back down and wordlessly strides up to Katsuki, cupping both of his cheeks in freezing cold hands, “Even if it’s symbolic, I still hope to spend eternity with you, Katsuki.” His vampire looks at him with mismatched pools of love, deep and unwavering, one of a kind.
Katsuki wants to eat him whole….but decides to look away. Flustered, he whispers, “fucking sap,” and leans up for a kiss, which Shouto eagerly accepts. Pulling a moan out of Katsuki he jerks back and hums ‘love you too’ against his lips before tasting them once more.
Eternity might not be long enough.
〰❄〰❄〰❄〰❄〰
After they feast, the two of them cuddle up on the couch to read by the fire; as they do every night. The only sounds to be heard are flipping pages and crackling logs. It’s become Katsuki’s new favorite way to wind down.
He never anticipated enjoying a life that moves this slowly by design, as a wolf he needs his freedom to roam and hunt and release his natural energy. It was hard adjusting to living in a home that was not designed to relocate. There’s a vulnerability in your safe place being easy to find, especially one so far from life.
When Katsuki was just a guest in the mansion, before he truly accepted Shouto, he would offer Katsuki to join him on his evening walks when the moon was high, but Katsuki consistently refused. He plotted and planned for an escape, to find a life more suited to his needs. Maybe find a new pack, return to the site of his, or maybe find the fuckers responsible.
Of course, his vampire is no idiot, he knew what Katsuki was ready to do, yet he continued to offer night after night. When he left the door remained unlocked, not a collar nor chain keeping him inside. Yet, he never took the bait.
Eventually, when Katsuki thought he was ready to bolt, he finally accepted Shouto’s offer. He knew he couldn’t outrun a bloodsucker…but wolf stamina is far superior. He wouldn’t go down without a fight if it came down to it.
Unsurprisingly to Shouto, that stroll only led to Katsuki running around, happily hunting and showing Shouto his finds before running off again, back and forth until they had enough meat for the week and all that pent up restless energy was extinguished from Katsuki’s body. The damn vampire knew what Katsuki needed before he knew himself.
That was the first night Katsuki read with Shouto before bed instead of pacing his room until dawn.
That was also the first night Katsuki realized he would always return to him.
Deep into his fantasy novel, Katsuki hardly registers Shouto untangling himself from the knot of limbs on the couch, scurrying away without a word. He only gets through a couple paragraphs before Shouto is back with a crudely wrapped present in his hands. “For you, Katsuki.”
The wolf takes the gift and swallows nervously. There’s nothing more to give, and yet, Shouto surpasses the limits. He has given Katsuki a person to call home…his life a new meaning; a reason to keep living.
Carefully, he unwraps the paper to find a painted portrait of the two of them. It’s beautiful… but Katsuki would remember sitting for a painting like this. He looks up at Shouto, confused. His husband’s expression is sheepish, fangs push into the plush of his bottom lip and explains, “I uh, I went into town. I had read in one of your newspapers about an artist who could draw from memories, a psychic of some sort. He was really kind and parsed through my memories to create this for us.”
Katsuki stares at his bashful husband—cute. He looks back down, holding the canvas with the delicacy of China. Shouto never leaves the forest, too afraid to lose himself to the siren call of human blood, but this apparently was worth the risk…a gift for Katsuki was worth the risk.
They are expertly painted, looking at one another like nothing else exists. Shouto’s pointed ear pokes out of his red strands, scar beautifully on display, while Katsuki’s pale spikes and furry ear perfectly contrast against his complexion. Sunkissed meeting moonlit.
He carefully sets the gift on the side table behind him and reaches out to bring Shouto to him, how on earth did he get so damn lucky? Shouto continues to stand, leaning down like he’s ready to accept his thank you kiss.
Instead, Katsuki points a black nail right at his pert nose, “I still have a day before the solstice festivities end. So don’t think you got a leg up on me, asshole.” Shouto only smirks, it’s something small and sly and he kisses him like a challenge waiting to be accepted. Katsuki’s hand cups Shouto’s jaw to pull him in for more, the vampire climbs back onto the couch and they mould into one another, soft in their embrace.
〰❄〰❄〰❄〰❄〰
“Katsuki, there's one last custom I want to do.” Shouto slurs quietly as they lay in their lavishly large, canopy bed together. The warmth of the room’s fireplace perfectly counters the chill of Shouto’s body wrapped around him, the contrast is perfect.
The first night Katsuki was allowed into this room he remembers teasing the vampire for the princess setup—but in a blink Katsuki was flipped onto his back, devoured by his lover’s fangs.
What a night.
Katsuki hums while reminiscing; the feeling of his skin tearing beneath razor sharp teeth, the blood mapping Shouto’s lips, his claws skimming across the smooth expanse of Shouto’s exposed back as he fed. Fuck, his cock stirs at the memories of being drained—devoured, for the first time.
“Hmm, what’s that, baby?” Katsuki hums, mind stuck in remembrance.
Maybe it’s the full moon messing with his head tonight, maybe it's just the scent of his partner, emitting so much joy and love after a full day of festivities. Maybe he’s just feeling nostalgic, who can blame him?
“Mistletoe.”
Katsuki instinctually looks up, but Shouto points to the beam above the foot of their bed and, of course, there’s a small bundle of holly hanging rather…innocently. Fucker thought of everything.
Shouto’s head is resting on Katsuki’s naked chest, rising and falling with each stuttered breath Katsuki takes as his freezing fingers trail a ghostly frost along his skin. “I read that people would do rituals under holly for fertility and plentiful harvests.”
Katsuki tries to ignore his growing hardness at these words. He’s not sure what this ritual entails but he’s got an idea, “Not sure we can do anything about fertility.”
Shouto’s hand slithers down the length of Katsuki’s torso, petting along his blonde happy trail, scratching—searching. “Hmm, well I would love to make sure your garden is fruitful next year, it’s only right I do what I can to assist your efforts in providing for us.” Shouto’s long fingers slide beneath the waistband of Katuski’s trousers, tracing his cock with slender fingers.
“Last one and I’ll close the book for good.” Shouto whispers—it’s a devious promise. They hold each other's gaze, the weight anchoring them, until Shouto lightly squeezes. Katsuki vibrates with pleasure, cock jumping against his palm, tail betraying his desperation—his want.
Shouto’s thirst mixes dangerously with Katsuki’s natural libido under a full moon. He pants out, “Yeah.” Shit. “Yeah, fine—let’s do it.” Katsuki has never been one to deny Shouto a thing since they first met, so why start now?
The vampire starts to move his hand slowly up his length, fingers meeting along the seam of a vein. Shouto’s soft lips start nipping at Katsuki’s shoulder, tracing smooth skin with his tongue, and asks, “What position do you think the gods will reward abundantly?”
Fuck.
Katsuki looks at the foot of their bed where the mistletoe acts as a spotlight, the place where they must perform their ceremony of love…for abundance. He catches sight of the moon, rays peaking through large windows, his Alpha scratches deep against his chest—his instincts awake. With a full moon, Katuski’s knot is already starting to swell, quietly begging for some form of sweet release, and an idea forms in his mind.
Shouto has moved to his pecs, teasing his nipples with his fangs, tugging when Katuski presses his chest against his teeth, playing with his food; the plush of his muscle remains intact, Shouto doesn’t give Katsuki what he really wants—to be consumed.
Focus.
Katsuki scans their room and spots what he’s looking for in the corner by their wardrobe.
“Shou, lemme just–” he slides off the bed, Shouto letting go with a confused look on his face but Katsuki leans in and whispers, “get naked,” a chaste kiss, “for me.”
After lingering hands against his thighs that leave Katsuki weak in the knees, he finds the strength to walk away to grab the antique mirror leaning against the wall. The old thing has brown spots littered along the golden frame, but Katsuki doesn’t give a shit about its quality. Shouto shuffles along their bedding to relieve himself of his cotton bottoms while Katsuki carefully picks up the mirror, grunting slightly at the weight.
He can feel Shouto's piercing intensity locked onto his every movement, anticipation bubbling hot under Katsuki’s skin, an insistent itch, but he stays focused and leans the mirror against the armoire across from their bed. In the reflection he sees Shouto on the dark duvet, a vision on his knees with his dick already in hand, heavy as he touches himself.
The sight alone makes Katsuki’s blood roar in his ears, licking his lips as his attention is absorbed by the movement. Shouto’s cock leaks against his fingers, sticky as it spreads along his length. It all but beckons Katsuki, urging him to taste, to have.
“Just going to stand there and watch, ‘Tsuki?” He teases intently.
Katsuki’s face pinches at his tone, snarling as he yanks his trousers off before climbing onto the bed, “As if I'd let you off the hook that easily,” Shouto lifts a brow in question, amused, but only shuffles back to give Katsuki enough room to get on all fours and present, ass perfectly on display. “You’re gonna fill me up, pretty boy.”
He all but feels Shouto take his place behind him. His cold touch forces Katsuki to arch his back deeper, ice sinking into his spine, and properly faces the mirror in front of him, watching.
The scene takes his breath away.
Like looking into a portal, the mistletoe hanging is perfectly accented by the double velvet draping off their bed like that of the theatre, with the two of them taking center stage, naked and primed to make their sacrifice to the gods; ready to give until there’s nothing left to offer.
Through the mirror, Katsuki watches Shouto lean down behind him, labored breaths tickle right above the cleft of his ass as potent saliva drips from Shouto’s tongue. Katsuki groans out Shouto’s name as the cool, viscous fluid slides against his skin. His entrance clenches like it’s trying to catch the lubricant as it greedily coats him, smothered against his balls like it's his ass that’s leaking slick.
He was not designed to be split open on cock like an omega–pliant and made to take–so Shouto takes extra care to stretch him out. A finger lightly rubbing the spit along his rim, teasing, pushing just slightly when he receives a wink of arousal. “Do you think the gods are ready for you, Katsuki?”
“Fuck the gods, I’m ready.” He wiggles his hips to goad the vampire, impatient.
Shouto’s other, large hand grabs his waist to stop his movement. “Katsuki,” he warns darkly. His alpha wants to snap at the command but deep down Katsuki doesn’t mind letting Shouto call the shots from time to time, gets a thrill in knowing there’s someone he’d let put him in his place.
The harsh grip turns into kind strokes to his swishing tail, and Katsuki relaxes onto his forearms. “We can’t rush through this,” Shouto mutters. The way his hands worship Katsuki’s body, gripping and massaging the meat of his ass, traveling with praise along his thighs make him feel powerful, like he is another thing in this life Shouto needs to desperately understand and commit to his memory for centuries to come.
Shouto’s finger finds its way back where Katsuki wants him, spit-slicked and resuming the gentle prodding. Katsuki relaxes further on his arms, enjoying the easy pleasure of being touched.
He rocks back slightly, letting Shouto know he’s ready, hoping he gets the damn hint, when suddenly fangs plunge into the fat of his asscheek; Katsuki screams. “Ow! What the fuu-” His complaint is choked off into nothing as the pain blossoms into something sweet and euphoric, slipping into his veins like a drug. Vampire venom, meant to paralyze, is being pumped into his system so vigorously that he barely registers the first finger that bullies its way into his needy hole.
Katsuki can’t help but stare at himself, a billowy sensation in his mind. His eyes feel heavy, threatening to cross, as his mind presses him to find Shouto in the reflection instead. His cock hangs, heavy leaking between his legs, his knot at the base; it takes all of his energy to resist rutting against their sheets.
Behind him, Shouto unlatches his bite and lets the puncture wounds gush, “It’s not a proper ritual without blood.”
Katsuki watches as Shouto sits back upon his haunches, smirking handsomely at his handy work. Katsuki’s blood stains Shouto’s face, riveting down to his heaving chest like a claim, a mark that will stain his skin for the rest of their night. Vampires don’t need to breathe but sex brings Shouto back to life, body grasping for precious air to keep his head on straight, fighting the urges to drain and kill.
Katsuki trusts him and knows Shouto would never hurt him. If anything he feels immense satisfaction at bringing out the primal nature of his composed and aloof husband. He wants to feast on Katsuki, devoting himself to a lowly wolf that has nothing but his body to offer—and it’s all for him.
Another long finger pushes into Katsuki, spreading him open, mixing his blood with Shouto’s spit, painting his insides. Katsuki reaches between his legs to stave off the ache of his untouched cock but then Shouto’s fingers scissor wide and curl just right, and he abandons his mission to brace himself, grasping at the thick blanket beneath him, growling as he feels his hole clench.
The intrusion burns but Shouto’s drivel starts to numb just enough to speed up the process, two fingers quickly turns to four, Katsuki drools, tripping over his tongue as he urges for him to keep going, body sucking those fingers in deeper and deeper—like it would rather die of hunger than be empty.
Shouto holds eye contact in the mirror as he leans down to kiss Katsuki’s shoulder, leaving smeared red in his wake. Katsuki gasps at the deliberate care and attention. The weight of him on his back comforting while every kiss and bite is evidence of Shouto’s love for him. Katsuki closes his eyes just to feel, letting the affection melt into his bones.
Shouto loses himself in moments like these, and fuck, Katsuki loves it more than anything. His vampire was touch starved for so long he sometimes falls into a trance– spellbound to the feeling of Katsuki against him. Mapping along Katsuki’s skin like a man possessed. Their moans and gasps fill the room in reverence, relishing in the connection of being the only two beings in their world.
The gods and humans alike would abdicate their throne to have a sliver of what Katsuki has with Shouto.
As the vampire sucks a mark into the back of Katsuki’s neck, his cock slides through the blood and spit along his ass, slick tip catching his rim. He moans and pushes back to see if it can just slip right in, holding his breath and full of want. His vampire is too in his own head to notice.
“‘M ready. C’mon, Shou. I can’t knot without you inside.” Katsuki's breathy tone cuts through the edge of his challenge, but Shouto’s attention snaps back to the present. Their eyes lock through the reflection, panting, taking in the state of one another.
Shouto’s tongue peeks out to wipe some of the blood off his bottom lip and turns Katsuki’s chin to capture his mouth in a bloodied kiss. Licking into each other’s mouths, hand steady against his jaw. Katuski’s heart beats out of his chest at the taste of him. His own fangs extend slightly at the bloodlust clouding his brain.
He feels Shouto pull away but his lips follow for more. “Thought you wanted–” his cock pokes at his ass and Katsuki scowls at constantly being denied what he wants for something else.
“—what I want is for you to watch yourself, Katsuki.” Shouto jerks his head forward and lines himself up. Katsuki grits his teeth, breathless as he does what he’s told.
The mirror was for Shouto, not him.
Shouto’s head pushes through the initial resistance, the head of his cock a satisfying stretch. Katsuki’s mouth falls open in a silent groan as he’s filled slowly, inch by inch. Sweat drips down his neck onto the duvet as he tries to relax, panting—breathing through the stretch. Katsuki’s head feels heavy as he looks up through thick lashes that have clumped together just to see Shouto trying to maintain his composure behind him, mismatched brows pinched in concentration as a bloody hand pushes his white bangs out of his face.
So gorgeous. And all his—his, his, his.
Once flush, they stay like that for a moment as Katsuki’s insides slowly ease up on squeezing the cock snug inside him. His ass swallows his cock, letting Shouto feel just how eager he really is. Katsuki takes a deep breath. “Fuck me, baby.”
Shouto carefully pulls out and snaps his hips with so much strength a human would fold in pain, but Katsuki only chants in bliss, “Yes, yes, harder–” In the mirror he watches as he pushes his hips back to meet Shouto’s thrusts, practically bouncing on his cock, thighs rippling in the movement. Their bed creaks and rocks, the sheer strength of Shouto’s hungry thrusts resonating, their sweaty skin slapping together.
The room reeks of burning wood and sex—but to Katsuki’s, it's them.
Werewolves and Vampires have historically been at odds, but ever since Katsuki first slept with his husband, he couldn’t even begin to comprehend why. Their species are of the few that can handle the animalistic nature of their coupling. Blood and violence is ingrained in their DNA, Shouto’s unnatural controlling strength brutally meets Katsuki’s unrelenting desire for a fight. It’s ruthless, threatens to kill everything it touches, but they know no other way to love under the moon.
Shouto continues to let Katsuki control the pace, colliding with unnatural force. Katsuki is too lost in pleasure, unable to take his eyes off himself. The view of his cock hanging heavily between his legs makes his mouth water.
The feeling of his knot inflating eggs his instincts on, ready to fill and breed. Shouto notices, too. “Look at it, Katsuki—fucking useless without a pussy to fuck.” He reaches around to squeeze it tightly, Katsuki moans, watching. Shouto leans over to whisper in his ear as they hold each other's gaze in the mirror, “You’re so gorgeous, Katsuki, and all mine. Forever.”
His hips instinctually hump down to rut into the hand caressing him as his own possessive thoughts are spoken back to him, but Shouto holds his hips up. “Not yet.” The vampire pants out as he wraps an arm around his chest and yanks him up, putting Katsuki on display.
Drying blood stains his hips in the shape of Shouto’s grip, smeared along his chest and dripping around his thigh. His skin glistens against the light of the fire and he feels like an offering fit for the Gods. Knot bobbing to the relentless thrusts, ready to lock and pump streams of fertile cum into an empty womb. The sight makes Katsuki’s skin burn as their ritual builds to its climax.
Is that really him?
Tears pool and roll down his cheeks at the realization.
For years Katsuki couldn’t stand the sight of himself, shame in his survival, shame in finding happiness. And now, in Shouto’s embrace, Katsuki can’t look away.
Shouto watches him over his bitten shoulder, his expression open in pride as he breathes heavily against his ear. “Breathtaking, Katsuki, look at you. Do you finally see what I see?” Shouto’s hips continue to fuck into him as Katsuki nods yes, yes I see it now. Katsuki keens under Shouto’s attention, stomach swirling as emotions that are usually ignored climb into his throat as he whines.
Shouto is close, slowing down and angling his cock to rub against that spot that makes Katsuki’s vision blur and cock weep. “C’mon Katsu, give them your offering.” The pressure builds euphorically as his husband's cock abuses his prostate with each push.
Eyes roll into the back of his head when Shouto finally clamps his hand around his knot—hard. His orgasm is almost too much, his body has nowhere to go as he mentally floats away. Walls spasming, clenching tightly to keep Shouto inside of him, Katsuki’s release shoots up to his chest, making a dirty mess of Shouto’s hand.
He hardly catches his breath as Shouto continues pounding into his ass, with his knot locked into Shouto’s hand the overstimulation only causes more of Katsuki’s seed to pump out of his cock, dripping as it paints slender fingers white.
His body grows limp, allowing Shouto to take all he wants.
By the time Katsuki returns to himself, Shouto is emptying into him with Katsuki’s name on his tongue like a prayer. Shouto slowly grinds his hips into him to extend the final dredges of his ecstasy, cool cum released deep inside Katsuki, subsiding the fire still simmering in his veins. He slumps boneless against Shouto who easily catches his weight and leans them back into their pillows.
Shouto slips out of Katsuki as gently as possible but the uncomfortable feeling of being empty has him sensitive as he grips his cock. They hiss together before Shouto turns him over. They’re drawn to each other, sweet pecks turn sloppy, dragging their tongues together as the final embers of their lust pitters out.
Their lips smack as they pull apart, Shouto looks at him with pure adoration as his chilly thumb strokes his tear streaked cheek. Spoken softly in the short space between them he rasps, “Thank you, Katsuki. For everything.”
“Fuck off. That’s my line you idiot!”
How dare this shitty, motherfucking bloodsucker beat him again. No, fuck that, he’s going to blow his frilly little socks off tomorr– Shouto throws his head back and giggles in pure elation, always much more expressive after sex, and Katsuki’s tired eyes watch as satisfaction takes place of his anger.
He did that.
Katsuki sinks into his pillow and makes sure that’s the last thing he sees before sleep takes over. Shouto looks a fucking mess…but it’s their mess. Hair astray, drying red across his face and teeth. He’s ethereal in his consumption.
And it’s all Katsuki’s.