Vampire Katsuki and Werewolf Izuku really taking the “we are mortal enemies” to heart whenever they or their groups cross paths in the night…
But times have changed for monsters, and belief on old rivalries and traditions have greatly dwindled with each new generation.
Intermingling is more common. Cooperation and collaboration expected.
Council meetings are mainly peaceful between several groups—maintaining a controlled and tight-gripped diplomacy amongst the ranks. But the two ALWAYS find ways to piss each other off, and it DRIVES leaders and members mad!
They’ve all elected that they’ll never see these two get along, and neither did they.
Until one night, when Izuku finds Katsuki toeing the line of his sanity, stalking the shadows of a busy street full of people, and starving out of his mind.
Izuku questions how Katsuki could ever let himself get this bad, but the possibility of his rival committing a bloody massacre (and he knows the vampire absolutely can on his own), breaking the masquerade, and subjecting his entire coterie to destruction, pushes him to table every thought that crosses his mind.
Katsuki’s hunger is driving him to the beginning of a frenzy, and Izuku proposes that he feeds on him instead.
The blonde, too famished to argue, but still too stubborn to succumb to mindlessness, drags Izuku deeper into an alley and feeds on his neck.
Werewolves are strong enough to fight against the pull of exanguination, but not to the extreme in which Katsuki takes. A normal lupine would’ve been dead beneath his feet.
Lucky that it was Izuku who found him. He was always a weird one, and Katsuki hates him for it, but loves how it tastes as Izuku’s blood satiates him to a level he has never experienced before.
He almost can’t stop himself.
It’s death, it’s exhilirating, it’s painful, it’s cathartic.
He almost can’t stop himself, pinning Izuku further into the wall behind him, and pressing up against the supernatural heat of the werewolf’s body.
The tight grip of Izuku’s hand on his wrist, his melodic whimpers of pleasure, and his warm breath against his neck, grounds him. Katsuki catches his own fall, and caps his gluttony and greed.
As Katsuki releases his bite, and licks the puncture wound on Izuku’s neck, he provides more care than he’s ever given to any of his hookups, or food.
Kisses around Izuku’s throat that lingers. Their hands loosening, and tightening against each other as they intertwine, before Katsuki’s palms travel down the sides of Izuku’s torso, rubbing pleasing circles against his hips. Katsuki’s leg is slotted right between Izuku’s, unmoving, but there for a pressure that is undoubtedly pleasurable.
And they didn’t even fuck. But it feels a million times better in Katsuki’s opinion.
When Katsuki pulls back a bit, he admires the way Izuku’s body closes the wound in record time. He bites his lip at the spots of redness blooming across Izuku’s throat, and finally looks into his eyes.
He stares into tide pools. Still as beautiful and captivating, and so full of life, as the day Katsuki first witnessed them angry so many years ago. Izuku’s ruddy cheeks, and watery eyes makes Katsuki even hungrier. And the way Izuku grips onto the hem of his shirt signals that he is growing hungrier too.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Hunger makes Katsuki feel, and say crazy shit.
“You’re high off of werewolf blood, Kacchan.” Izuku whispers softly and distractedly. “You’ll sober up soon…” But Katsuki isn’t convinced that the man infront of him even believes what he says.
“Werewolf blood has that effect—“
“So you’ve fed other vampires before?”
“…No.” Izuku’s eyes dart down to the crimson of Katsuki’s lips, then back up to rubies in his eyes. “No, just you.”
Katsuki does not breathe in the literal sense. So it surprises him when Izuku takes his breath away.
Izuku’s blood pumps through Katsuki’s whole body.
“Be my beloved, Izuku.” Katsuki rests his forehead against the werewolf’s. He sounds like he’s begging, he’s never done anything like this in his long undead life, it excites him.
“Blood always makes you sweet?” Izuku jests and his heart squeezes at this new side that Katsuki is laying bare. He’s already hurtling towards an answer.
Katsuki shakes his head in disagreement, “Be my paramour, my companion, my sweetheart, my blood…”
Izuku cups his face, finally indulging into his locked away desires to touch Katsuki throughout the years they’ve gone for each other’s throats.
Violence runs through Izuku’s bloodstream. Violence in birth, violence in shifting, violence in surviving, violence in how he and Katsuki orbit each other for years.
But the shadows that they found themselves shrouded in is gentle to the monsters they both are.
The festivities in the street has gotten louder. Stragglers cutting through the alley curse at them to get a room.
“As long as you be my mate.” Izuku finally says, and Katsuki grins at the pure elation he feels thrumming under Izuku’s skin.
Izuku kisses Katsuki, and it remains innocent, for now.
Katsuki hums in contentment as they pull away, already imagining their lives together. Surprisingly open to how romantic, and clingy he really is. Now, that, he openly blames on the werewolf blood.
“Sooo~ How’d you let yourself get so hungry, hm?”
“I just wanna know! ‘Cuz you were sooo proud of yourself—“
The next Council meeting, leaders and members loose themselves at the impossible being possible.
The vampire, Katsuki, carries the scent of pine and ozone that the werewolf, Izuku, has always had. He parades the mating bite on his nape like a medal of honor.
While Izuku sports two divots on the side of his neck, and an intense air of warding around him that he used to not have.
They are loud in their silence.
Arguing with each other just the same, as if they did not walk in together arm in arm, with Izuku’s pack and Katsuki’s coterie flanking their sides.
Their partnership is powerful outside of their affections towards each other, and no one can deny the hypervigilance of a prey beneath their gaze. Every monster present within these chambers know that they are a threat.
But times have changed for monsters, and belief on old rivalries and traditions have greatly dwindled with each new generation.
Intermingling is more common. Cooperation and collaboration expected.
Council meetings are peaceful between several groups. Diplomacy must be maintained among the ranks, regardless of how predatory a vampire and a werewolf’s love can be.
So they relent (even though they had no right to).
But the PDA could be toned down, just a bit.
A/N: I’m neck deep in vampire werewolf supernatural goodness rn. this was self indulgent, but lowkey wanna make art of it lol. hope you guys enjoy this short read.
