To Kill For Love

Chapter Four

His ass ached. Every time he sat down or took a shit, pain enveloped him. In no way was he used to being fucked so thoroughly as often as he was. Every time he even felt a little horny, one or both of the alphas made sure to aid him.

He had to give them some credit. They did care for him in his pained time of need. Both carried him around and coached him through the pain. When he asked for a break on his third day with them, they complied easily.

They got him off without putting anything inside him, which left room for him to watch them fuck each other. As it turned out, both alphas liked to bottom as much as they liked to top. The shows given fueled Katsuki's heat-induced daydreams.

Hell, he basked in the attention they gave him. When one had shit to do, the other refused to leave his side. Izuku was typically the one to stay with him since Shouto had an entire mafia to run. Not only was his every need taken care of, but whoever cooked the meals was a god. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to ask for recipes to see if he could cook the food even better. Because fuck, the food tasted amazing. Izuku laughed throughout Katsuki's entire rant about the matter.

Fingers gripped his waist after dinner, and he thought for a moment Izuku was going to deny his request and fuck him anyway, but evidently, all Izuku wanted was him in his lap. Heat rushed to his cheeks, but he did not fight the new position.

"How are you feeling?" The alpha whispered softly. His thumbs gently stroked Katsuki's hips. Lips tenderly pecked the omega's temple.

The attention flustered the usually steaming, temperamental omega, and he struggled to deal with how their affections made him feel. Especially from two people he would never see after the two weeks were up. So naturally, he resorted to shoving them away.

A laugh escaped Izuku when Katsuki's hand shoved his face away. His grip tightened to keep the omega from falling, and he easily readjusted their positioning to keep the blonde safe. "How are you feeling, little omega?"

"Like I'm not fucking little!" Katsuki shot back. He crossed his arms over his chest, already annoyed with the freckled alpha's antics.

"Katsuki." The dark, animalistic growl sent shivers down Katsuki's spine. He froze completely for a moment before carefully meeting those dangerous, edge-cutting, emerald eyes. Izuku's tone toed the border of an alpha command, and it went straight to Katsuki's dick.

His tongue licked his lips, and he struggled to keep eye contact. "Alpha?"

The smell of pine and anticipatory rain filled Katsuki's nostrils. His head swam, and he nearly drowned in his alpha's scent. "Tell alpha how you're feeling, baby."

The words fell off his tongue without his permission. "Still hurts a little. But fuck, I want you to rail me right now."

"I know, love." Izuku practically crooned into his ear. "But Shouto will be here any minute, and we have a date planned."

A strange feeling curled in Katsuki's stomach. Pale, thin lips pursed together into a thin frown. "A date?" He echoed.

A smile bloomed across those lips, and Katsuki swore the feeling tightened. "Yeah. We've had it planned for about a month now. It wasn't hard to get our reservation changed to accommodate for you, so-"

The alpha's words fell on deaf ears. Katsuki scrambled to get off Izuku's lap, the pain in his ass be damned. His arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not going." He deadpanned with a stern scowl.

Green brows furrowed together. "Why not?"

"Because I'm not your mate." The omega growled lowly. "I came here to kill your ass, not get wined and fuckin' dined."