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Kirishima and his men chanted their upcoming victory as the red moon shined a crimson glow over them. In their quest, the prophecy has become true so far, and now the crimson glow coming from the sky was the last proof: when blood covers the moon, the young red eyed king will break through old stone and claim his rightful throne. Kirishima’s clan ruled over these lands many generations ago. They were stolen, but the time had come for his kin to take them back.
The prophecy first came in a dream to the widowed queen, who was a well known seer, and it had been passed down from father to son as a legend… until Kirishima was born. He had been the first child to be born with red eyes. He was the promised king of the prophecy so he had to live up to his name. The prophecy also talked about crimson eyes, about making a promise with death and something else, but that part might come true in the following years or it was a mistake lost from word of mouth.
But Kirishima was sure of one thing, the prophecy was true, and tomorrow would be the final day. The young future king yelled into the night air alongside his generals and warriors, and ordered them to a good night's sleep since the world would be theirs tomorrow.
Kirishima entered his tent, adrenaline rushing through his veins, making him aware of all his surroundings. A small fire was in the center of his tent, his bed made of the softest of pillows was on one side, and on the other was his armor. His sword glinted with the bonfire light. The air swayed the tent and it was a cool night.
But there was a shift in the air. It became quiet - even the specks of dust seemed to stop moving - until he heard a sound behind his back. A step, and then someone else’s breathing.
He tensed his body and turned around just in time to grab a man’s wrist that was holding a small dagger. The man grunted, he was wearing a cloak, and even if Kirishima couldn’t see them, he was sure his eyes were burning with a cold fire. Kirishima realized it was a mercenary, possibly from the King he planned to dethrone and kill the next day.
The man tried to kick and aim for Kirishima’s head, so he let go of the hand and evaded the man’s foot. Mercenary or not, the redhead knew he could win against them. The man grunted in annoyance and took a fighting stance for a moment before lunging again. Kirishima smiled, knowing that this fight was just what he needed to burn the adrenaline.
Kirishima soon discovered that the man was strong and capable of giving him an actual fight. The mercenary looked angry - perhaps because he didn’t kill Kirishima on his first attempt - but his breaths were even and the only sound he made came from the steps he took. Kirishima was actually impressed with the mercenary. He was definitely a master in hand to hand combat, but also appeared young, which gave the impression that the mercenary had been in this line of work for many many years. This fight was entertaining for Kirishima, but he couldn’t keep the fight going for too long - he would have to kill the young man.
The two men exchanged blows and kicks until Kirishima managed to knock the knife off the man’s hand and tackle him to the ground. Kirishima forced the hands of the mercenary above their head and held them tight at the wrists. In doing so, the cloak that seemed to have been glued on his head fell and uncovered the mercenary’s face. His carmine eyes stared back in anger, his cheeks were red and his nose flared in short breaths. Golden spikes framed his face, and Kirishima instantly felt attraction towards the man beneath him - he could no longer think of killing his handsome death reaper. Kirishima thought the blond was thinking the same about him, but the attraction must have been one-sided because the mercenary began to struggle to get Kirishima off of him.
“What’s your name, pretty one?” asked Kirishima, trying to sound as seductive as possible. There were other ways to get his adrenaline down.
The man bared his teeth in a growl “Get the fuck off of me.”
Kirishima pouted, but his grip on the man’s hand got stronger. “That’s a pity. I wanted to know the name of the hare that fell into the wolf’s trap.”
Kirishima moved one of his knees, placed it between the man’s legs, and pressed into the other’s crotch. The mercenary’s breath hitched and his chest rose a little bit. Kirishima smiled devilishly as he pressed his knee once more. The blond threw his head back, suppressing back any sound that would betray him. He lifted his leg to try and push Kirishima to the side, but the redhead was too big and too stubborn to let this opportunity go.
“Stop struggling, it will get you nowhere.”
Kirishima always got what he wanted, and this was no exception.
He caged the blond once more and dropped his hips towards the other’s groin to rub his erection. Kirishima grunted as he ground himself on the mercenary’s growing member. The blond continued to whimper until a moan escaped his lips. Kirishima looked towards a red face and jaw. The young king bit into a flushed neck and sucked hard, his hips not faltering. The blond tried to free his hands but the redhead applied more pressure. Kirishima nibbled the purpling skin and licked the man’s neck, kissing his Adam's apple, and continuing his trail up to his ear.
“You work better as a slut.”
The blond’s breath stuttered and his hips twitched. Soon, Kirishima felt wetness seeping through his pants and it wasn’t his. His look of confusion quickly changed into amusement. He got up, and he noticed that the blond was still coming from his high. Without letting go of the mercenary’s now bruised wrists, Kirishima dragged him to his makeshift bed. The man struggled, yelled out curses towards the redhead, but Kirishima was stronger.
And he always got what he wanted.
Kirishima’s guards entered his tent, concerned about their king’s wellbeing, but the redhead told them off and to give him some rope. Kirishima was going to deal with them later, since they let the blond enter his living quarters without them noticing. But now, he just wanted them out of his sight - if one of them touched the blond, Kirishima would not hesitate on killing them. With the rope, he tied the man’s wrists to a nearby post and looked down at the wrecked mess. If it weren’t for liquid fire in the mercenary’s eyes, Kirishima would be sure that this man’s soul had left his body.
“Don’t look at me like that, that just excites me even more.”
The mercenary gave a tired laugh and spitted towards Kirishima's feet. “If you touch me again, I’ll fucking kill you.” said the blond through gritted teeth, looking menacingly.
“Again?” echoed the redhead as he took off his clothes and he stepped on the bed. “But I didn’t touch you- really touched you, and look,” Kirishima pointed at the man’s groin, “look how good you felt.”
The man blushed heavily, jaw tense with embarrassment. Kirishima’s lips curved in a lustful smirk and he quickly peeled off the mercenary’s pants and undergarments. The man started kicking off and resumed his neverending curses. Kirishima rolled his eyes and decided to stuff the blond’s mouth with his own underwear.
“Shut up and clean your mess.”
With the blond gagging on his own cum, Kirishima placed his hand on the other’s hips and turned to look at a small dick twitching. Cute.
Kirishima circled it with his hand and started pumping. The man’s chest arched upward and small beads of cum squeezed their way out of a red slit. Kirishima stuck his tongue out and lapped at the head. The man grunted beneath him, legs moving aimlessly and his eyes looking everywhere for a way out. Panic was written all over his face.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Kirishima cooed as he continued to move his hand languidly up and down the man’s growing erection. The man’s breath became a little more even, while his hips twitched. "Such a good boy.”
Kirishima looked over, just in time to see red eyes fluttering for a moment then widen, like the blond gave away his most personal secret.
"You like that, uh? Taking orders and getting praise?”
The man shook his head sideways in denial, trying to control his whimpers. Kirishima brushed ashen blond hair from a sticky forehead. The blond's eyes were pleading for Kirishima to stop, but the redhead decided to kiss the tears away. The blond continued to whine, his mind unable to stop his body’s reaction to the redhead’s ministrations. Kirishima peppered the man’s jaw and chest with bruising kisses. The redhead lifted the man's shirt and licked at flushed pecs, and when he sucked on a perk nipple, the blond trashed his hips, making Kirishima grip his dick. The man whined, grunts muffled by the cloth on his mouth.
"Bad boys deserve to be punished," said Kirishima as slid his hands to the blond's ass. The man's eyes widened and he started to squirm away, his wrist starting to bleed a little because of the rope.
"Relax, or it'll hurt more than it should."
The man's eyes turned to Kirishima in complete anger, a furious growl as he trashed his hips to get away.
"You asked for it," said the redhead as he inserted two fingers into the blond's asshole. A sound of protest came out of the man's mouth but soon turned into pants as Kirishima pumped his digits.
Kirishima moaned, feeling the slight tightness of pink walls surrounding his digits, how they were trying to pull him inside. It seemed that the mercenary wasn't a virgin - the thought that other men had been inside the squirming mess beneath him made him angry and possessive.
"How many have you been with?" demanded the redhead, but the blond could only give whimpered grunts. Kirishima clicks his tongue. "Doesn't matter," he takes out his fingers and stands up. He gets rid of his trousers to finally free his erection. "Doesn't matter because I'll open you so much that when other men fuck you, you won't even feel them." He spat on his hand and stroked his member. Carmine eyes widened at the redhead's size and Kirishima puffed his chest in pride.
The redhead placed himself between pale legs and lifted them up to spit at the blond's pink hole. "Your ass will have my shape and you'll only be able to cum with me."
It seemed that the blond was woken up from his trance after he saw Kirishima's dick because once he felt the coolness of Kirishima's saliva, he started to pull himself away.
"Don't deny your nature, slut." said Kirishima as he grabbed the other's ankles and raised them into the air. He aligned himself and thrusted his hips forward, his tip entering the delicious heat.
"Fuuuuck" hissed Kirishima as he slid inside. The blond's chest was off the bed, a guttural moan seeping off the gag. "Those bastards must have twigs for dicks, this feels like a virgin hole."
Once he bottomed out, he dragged his hips out, groaning at the friction. He left the tip inside, revealing the sight of the man in front of him. The mercenary's eyes were teary, but fear left them and hunger took its place. Kirishima’s hands massaged the blond’s thighs. “Such a good fucking hole.” The man beneath him preened at the praise.
Kirishima chuckled. "You really are a whore," and he snapped his hips forwards, connecting them with the blond's ass.
With each thrust, the blond screamed at the sensation. The drag was painful, even for Kirishima, but soon the man’s asshole started to get wet and he was able to increase his speed. He looked down and the mercenary’s eyes were looking at the place where they were connected. Kirishima dropped the other’s legs and, without getting out, he lifted the man’s hips and pistoned once more.
A muffled scream escaped the blond’s lips, his full and bruised chest was jiggling to Kirishima’s rhythm.
Kirishima dropped his face in the crook of his neck. “This hole - this glorious hole - is mine.” he said with batted breath. His hips were losing control. “Taking me so well, I’ll fucking breed you.” And Kirishima felt as the man beneath him moved his hips to connect to his, and that was all it took.
The redhead bit into the blond’s shoulder to suppress a moan and came, load and loads of cum breeding the other. Kirishima had come so hard that he didn’t notice that the blond hadn’t reached his climax. The young king would not live with himself if his partner didn’t have his release.
“Do I have to fuck you again so you can cum, pet?” asked Kirishima against the pale skin of his new lover.
“That won’t be necessary,” said a raspy voice.
Kirishima scrunched his eyebrows in question and looked up. The mercenary couldn’t speak, because he was gagging on -
“I hate being suffocated, you fucking piece of shit.” said the blond, holding a knife in Kirishima’s throat. “Yes, I like getting praise because I’m the best at everything, even while taking cock.” continued the blond, “but choking part I fucking hate it. Have you ever had your airways blocked, prince?” The mercenary accentuated his point by pushing his knife deeper into Kirishima. The redhead gulped but felt a little sting, the knife cutting a little bit of skin.
“How-?”
The man rolled his eyes. “You fucking came for like ten minutes, and you didn’t disarm me completely.”
Kirishima didn’t think he could ever feel embarrassed about how much he came, but he guessed there is always a first time.
“I think I work better as a paid killer, wouldn’t you say?” said the man as he pushed the knife deeper. “Even if I did like it - best cock I’ve had in a while - all it took was fluttering my eyes like a fucking maiden for you to think with your dick.”
Kirishima couldn't find the words for a comeback - he was sure his mouth was hanging open. It’s true he fell down the rabbit hole once he saw the man’s eyes. Fuck, he was balls deep inside a stranger that wanted to slice his throat, and a part of him didn’t mind. But the other part felt stupid. He was so confident in the prophecy. Unless-
“What’s your name?”
“Uh? It doesn’t matter prince, soon you’ll be dead. Now, get out of me. I don’t want a dead dick in my ass-”
“What do you want?” asked Kirishima.
The man quirked his eyebrow. “You can’t tempt me. Your efforts are futile-”
“What should I do or say so you lower that knife?”
Red eyes were looking at Kirishima, calculating. Kirishima continued. “You want money, or gold, or lands?” the redhead moved his hips a little bit, cum dripping off the blond’s hole. “Or do you want me to treat you right? After all, you did say my cock was the best.”
“Fucking stop moving.” Sneered the blond.
“What would it be then? Because no matter what happens, I’ll live tonight and enter the old king’s fortress.”
“What makes you think you’ll live, huh? I’m the one holding the knife, blind fuck.”
“And yet, you haven’t claimed my life.” Kirishima felt the man’s hold on the knife loosening. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the prophecy - I will be the new King of this land.”
“Fuck your prophecy,” snarled the blond, “my future is not decided by some senseless words said by a foolish seer. I make my own destiny.”
“As I do,” countered Kirishima, “but fate hasn’t proved me wrong yet.”
The blond remained silent, his jaw tight with unspoken words. Kirishima continued, “the prophecy must be true, judging by the kind’s fear of my mere presence and him ordering you to kill me.” Kirishima shifted a little bit and a sigh came from full lips beneath him.
“Shut up,” the mercenary finally said, “I don’t gamble in ideals, I don’t spend my chances that easily, you idio-”
“Take your chances with me,” answered Kirishima more firmly, “what do you want?”
The man’s eyes darted between Kirishima’s eyes, weighting each option. The air was tense, Kirishima trying to keep his breath short so he wouldn’t slice his own throat. The silence covered their hot bodies until-
“Kill him,” muttered the blond, “kill the King.”
“Why?” Kirishima was going to kill him anyway, but he was intrigued. Wasn’t the King the one who paid the mercenary to kill him? Was this man not interested in money?
“Because he fucking deserves it,” growled the blond. “He killed my family in front of my fucking eyes.” Red eyes darkened for a bit. “He spared my little sister, but he commands me by threatening her life.”
So this man has a heart. “I’m sorry for-” the man pushed the knife deeper.
“I don’t need your pity, redhair fuck. I need your word.”
“Okay, okay,” Kirishima hissed at the pain on his throat. “I’ll kill him.”
“Good,” said the blond. “Oh. Also…The king has a twig for a dick, like you said.”
A fire ran rampant inside of Kirishima. A laugh sprang from his throat and Kirishima dropped his head forward, not caring about the sting on his throat, because he knew that the man beneath him wouldn’t kill him.
“You gave me another reason to cut his head off and feed it to my dogs, pet.” Kirishima looked at the other’s lips and went for them, only to be stopped by a hand on his mouth.
The blond tutted. “Not so fast, Red. Even if you killed him, I would’ve already spared your life, so I don’t owe you anything.” The man started to push him. “This was our first and only encounter, I’ll leave the fucking city after I see the king’s head roll.”
Kirishima gently pulled the hand of his lips and peppered it with soft kisses. “Stay with me,” he whispered, “I don’t think I would be able to forget your body.”
The man bared his teeth. “My body is not yours.” His grip on the knife was strong again. “You’ll be like the old King, fucking anything that has a hole and can’t speak for themselves!”
Kirishima kissed the man’s inner wrist, which was bruised and red. Kirishima now hated himself for restraining the blond. “No,” the redhead begins. “It would be only you,” he looked into red eyes, “your determination and skill are outstanding and have taken my interest. Your body is amazing, but your mind and will are greater than anybody’s I have met.”
The man stayed silent, knife still on Kirishima’s throat. A tiny drop of blood falling on his cheek.
“As I look into your eyes, I remember another part of the prophecy- that there would be a promised with death and that red eyes will submit to crimson ones.”
The blond scoffed. “Liar-”
“It’s the truth. I never gave it a thought, but now I believe it’s true - that you have me under your control. That, even if I become king, your wish will be my command.”
The man stared at Kirishima’s eyes, and he looked back, hoping that his words would sink in. Suddenly, the blond pulls the knife away from the redhead and drops it on the ground. Kirishima smiled and began to drop down to the stranger’s lips.
“Bakugou Katsuki.”
“Huh?” said the redhead as he stopped his descent.
“That’s my name, idiot”, said Bakugou, who bent upwards and licked Kirishima’s neck, kissing the cut his knife made.
Kirishima hummed as he made circles on Bakugou’s hips. “A perfect name for a perfect pet.”
Bakugou licked his lips. “Your praise is pointless if you can’t make yourself useful.”
“Oh,” Kirishima said as he thrusted his hips slowly. Bakugou sighed as a result, and wiggled down. “You haven’t cummed, right?”
“And will you do something about it?” said Bakugou, his eyes hooded with lust.
Kirishima kept thrusting shallowly. He massaged Bakugou’s stomach. “Can you keep more inside?”
Bakugou groaned in excitement. “Watch me, idiot.”
“That’s not a way to call your king-”
“You’re not my king.”
“Not yet,” smirked Kirishima.
Bakugou groaned, “Fucking hurry or I’ll go satisfy myself somewhere else.” Bakugou hummed in thought for a moment, “maybe another barbarian in this useless camp has a bigger coc-”
Kirishima thrusted deeply into Bakugou.
“No” he growled, “You’re mine, Katsuki.”
Bakugou wiggled his hips. “That’s for me to decide, Red.”
That night, Kirishima fucked Bakugou’s brains out over and over again, until he had several dry orgasms and the fire in the tent’s bonfired died down, leaving only embers.
And as if he had foretold it, Kirishima beheaded the King the next day after destroying the kingdoms’ walls and sat on his new throne. Bakugou then knelt before him, pledging his life, body, and soul to the redhead. And this time, he rode Kirishima eagerly as he chanted his title and his name for dear life.