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Izuku cradled the bruise on his jaw as he leaned against the side of the alley. He was breathing hard, having just run away from a trio of teens who had apparently nothing better to do than to rough him up. He grit his teeth in the thought of the villages persecution of him. It had only gotten worse since his mother died.

He had a target literally painted on his body from the moment he had been born with a soul marking. Soul marks aren’t for humans. They only appeared on monsters. And the black paw print marked on Izuku’s right shoulder blade was very telling of what beast he was connected to.

He staggered his way down the alley, not really sure what he should do tonight. He no longer had a home, the villagers had easily robbed him of that. Now a days he slept in the streets, really he had only survived this long because of the kindness of Uraraka, the baker’s daughter. Maybe she would let him spend the night in their stable. Although she had been punished when her parents found out last time. He didn’t want to get her in trouble again.

He meandered his way through the town, sticking close to the shadows in case his tormentors were still looking for him. By the time he settled down in an inconspicuous spot along the market road the sun was already disappearing making Izuku grimace. It would likely get a bit colder tonight and he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Just as he went to lean backwards he jumped from a sudden throb.

“Ow!” he yelped. His hand flew up reaching behind himself to pat at the spot on his shoulder. He must have leaned back on a jagged piece of wall and cut himself. But the wandering hand found no blood. He shrugged it off settling to glare at the wall behind him. It seemed everything in this village was trying to drive him out.

Carefully shuffling backwards and hiding his body behind a barrel of a street vendor who appeared to be absent, Izuku settled for the night. He was tired to his bones, so sleep came easily for him.

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Katsuki’s red eyes watched as the last of the sun disappeared allowing darkness to swallow the sky. He smirked at its disappearance and rubbed his shoulder. He could feel it. The twinge of his soul mark telling him he was on the right track to find his soulmate. He was filled with excitement at the prospect of finally finding them. Katsuki had been tracking the guidance of the mark since he turned sixteen. It had almost been a year since then, and he could finally feel the confirmation of his mate’s presence through the searing of the mark.

The easily disguised caravan around him all murmured among themselves in excitement. They all appeared to be travelling humans, an easy rouse to throw off hunts men that might try to kill Katsuki’s pack. Really, other packs were idiots to not adopt this strategy sooner. Katsuki let off a warning growl to the others around him and silence immediately met the air.

As the alpha of this werewolf pack he had complete control over them. He didn’t want them getting too excited, too out of control. They were going to raid a human village tonight, one he knew his mate was dwelling in. He could feel it. And he needed them to be cautious. The last thing any of them wanted was to accidentally kill Katsuki’s mate.

For werewolves, this was a sacred tradition. The hunt of fate. And for it his pack would transform and kill off anyone who dared interfere. Katsuki himself had to remain in his human form, a challenge of the hunt. He looked down at the peaceful village in the valley below them. Tonight it would burn, be flooded by blood, and Katsuki would finally have his second half. A great night indeed and it made him smile showing his very sharp teeth.

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Izuku woke with a start suddenly on alert although he was unsure why. He looked up and down the abandoned street trying to pinpoint what had woken him. He was very aware of the burning sensation on his shoulder again and he stood up to get away from the wall assuming he was jabbing it again. But the sensation didn’t leave.

The only people he could spot out this late were a pair of drunks walking out of the pub laughing over some joke one had uttered. He looked up at the sky seeing the full moon that provided helpful light to see by as he got up. He could feel that something was off. He just didn’t know what it was. He kept looking around suspiciously although he was careful to avoid attention from the drunks. Sometimes drunks would take out aggression on him if they were in a foul mood.

Just as he decided to start walking to the other end of the town he spotted something that caught his full attention. It was a lone figure walking up the other side of the street. His rational mind immediately dismissed it as a lone traveler headed to the pub for the night but instinct told him to keep his eyes glued on the stranger.

The stranger himself seemed to have noticed Izuku and stopped moving as well. The stranger reached up and pulled the hood of his cloak down revealing his face to Izuku. A shock of very pale blonde hair, it looked almost white in the moon light, met him. But what had his heart stuttering was the crimson eyes that seemed to shine and the predatory smirk on the other boy’s face. At this first look Izuku ‘knew’.

He knew who this was.

He knew what he was.

He knew suddenly that he was in a lot of danger.

The blonde seemed to know that Izuku knew and a startling howl erupted from the other boy. Such an animalistic sound that no human could replicate. The howl was reciprocated from the forest just past the village. Without thinking Izuku turned and started running as fast as he could. People had always said that if the monster ever showed up for Izuku it would likely devour him. And looking at said monster’s hungry eyes, Izuku now believed them.

He glanced back once and saw the blonde already coming after him. The sight of the muscular werewolf in human form on his heels made Izuku’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He also saw arrows falling from the forest, flaming arrows. The tops of houses easily set ablaze, everything was dry from the late fall weather. Around him as he ran Izuku was vaguely aware of the screams and shouts of alarm as the village began to burn.

More howling had his blood running cold. The forms of giant wolves shot out of the darkness of the forest entering the village and taking down any human who was fleeing from their burning home. Tears began to leak from his eyes as he heard screams of pain ring out on the night accompanied by the sickening sound of predators feasting. He rounded a corner and had to jump out of the way as a man was taken down by a large black wolf. He stumbled to the side while the man went down, the wolf easily ripping out the man’s throat before he even had a chance to scream. Izuku paused at the sight of blood splattering across the dirt road soaking the earth into a darker tone.

This…This was his fault. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. The wolves were here because of him weren’t they? A growl from behind Izuku seemed to confirm it because he glanced through watery eyes to see the blonde creeping forward. Instinct made him run again but he had less of a head start this time since the blonde had had plenty of time to catch up with him. With the werewolf on his heels Izuku made to go to the forest. If they were after him then maybe he could lead them away from the village.

Things became a blur with that goal in mind his feet carried him past the houses. He let the forest engulf him and didn’t look back. He didn’t need to, he could hear the heavy breathing and foot falls of his pursuer behind him. After another minute of running he was dismayed at the lack of sound of others. It was clear that only the lone wolf was following him, meaning the rest of the attackers were probably still at the village.

He wondered why the wolf behind him hadn’t transformed. Surely, he would catch up to him in mere seconds if he did. Izuku tried to shove the thought away, he was perfectly happy to accept something that gave him even the smallest chance. Unfortunately, that chance ended the moment his foot went down between two rocks and went at an awkward angle causing him to cry out in pain and stagger. He fell sliding across the dead leaves that coated the forest floor.

Knees hit the ground on either side of his torso and Izuku flipped over to fight. His eyes locked onto the blood colored ones staring him down.

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Katsuki finally caught up to him. The excitement of the chase already had him riled up. So when the green haired human flipped over whipping out a fist to hit Katsuki’s face he was ready for it. He caught the fist easily enjoying the look of alarm on his mate’s face. Just as fast the boy under him tried hitting him with his other hand and succeeded, although it didn’t do much damage. Katsuki grabbed that hand too and shoved the boy’s arms above his head locking them to the forest floor as he leaned his weight into the hold.

He loomed over the struggling boy in his grasp. Wide beautiful green eyes were looking up at him glistening in the moon light. Freckles adorned his cheeks standing out brilliantly on pale skin. The boy was breathing harder than Katsuki was, clearly panicking. Katsuki leaned down taking in his scent and committing it to memory. The human wiggled against the ground some more trying to pull his arms back down but Katsuki was unrelenting.

Katsuki brought his head down to the human’s throat watching as the boy gulped and more tears spilled from his eyes. He smelled absolutely delicious. He wondered if he tasted just as good. Katsuki stuck his tongue out and slowly licked up the human’s throat. Briefly running over the jugular Katsuki could feel the thrum of the human’s heartbeat against his tongue. A shiver reverberated through the boy below him and a whimper escaped from his lips. The sound made blood rush straight to Katsuki’s groin and it drove him crazy.

Unable to hold back the lust he felt at finally having a hold on his soulmate Katsuki came up and crashed his lips onto the unprepared human’s. Messily attempting to kiss the boy but the human thrashed against him making their teeth clack and the kiss break. Katsuki snarled down at him transferring both of the boy’s wrists into one hand and using the other to wrap under his prey’s jaw and keep his face from moving. The boy stiffened, clearly frightened by the feral noise.

Katsuki paid no mind to his terrified state and went back to ravaging his mate’s mouth, biting and licking at him demanding entrance. It was only when Katsuki thumbed a dark bruise that was already on the boy’s jaw that a gasp escaped his prisoner. It allowed Katsuki to deepen the kissing, invading his mouth the moment the boy’s lips parted.

In the excitement of the moment Katsuki could feel himself shift partially. His ears shifted up onto his head becoming those of a wolf, a tail was sprouting from his back, and his fingers were growing claws pricking at the human’s skin. He quickly stopped himself from turning fully. He needed to keep it together until he had officially mated, that was the challenge of the hunt.

Just then Katsuki wheeled his head back in pain and glanced down at his mate in disbelief. The scared eyes had turned to ones of determination. The boy had just bitten Katsuki’s tongue and spit the blood back up at him, his struggles renewing against the werewolf. Katsuki let go of the boy’s jaw and wiped away the spit mixed with blood off his cheek. The strength difference between the two gave him little to worry about with the boy escaping his grasp.

Katsuki tasted his own blood in his mouth but smirked none the less down at his mate. His lover was a fighter, and Katsuki always loved a challenge. He leaned back down growling at the boy who was still holding defiant eye contact. The boy thought he was leaning back down to start up the kissing again and turned his head away in rejection. Katsuki licked up the boy’s cheek leaving a trail of spittle and blood.

He growled again as he placed clawed fingers along the collar bone of the boy watching as green eyes widened at the feel of them. He curled his fingers under the collar of the shirt the human had on and slowly pulled his hand down. His claws sliced through the cloth and barely skimmed the skin beneath it in silent threat that made the boy still again.

Katsuki let his eyes rove over his mate’s body slowly, enjoying the sight of red trails left by his claws on the pale freckled skin. He went about kissing and biting across the skin available just along the top of his torso giving the boy more marks to match the lines running down him. Katsuki was rubbing himself in slow ruts on his mate’s stomach feeling himself hardening. When he found his way down to the boy’s nipple and began abusing one with his mouth a confused cross between a whimper and a whine left the boy’s lips making Katsuki snap.

He needed to see it.

He needed to see the mark that connected them by fate.

He let go of the boy’s wrists and just as expected the human made immediate use of the freedom. He grabbed a stone nearby and smacked Katsuki in the head with it. Making the wolf stagger back a bit and hold his palm against his new bleeding wound while he let out another snarl. The boy scrambled flipping over to crawl away from the wolf but it was just as Katsuki had hoped. He pounced as soon as the boy’s back was to him slamming a hand against the fuzzy green head and pushing it down into the earth.

With his other hand Katsuki brought up his claws and ripped the shirt to shreds exposing his back to the cool night air. The human yelped in pain, in Katsuki’s eagerness his claws left open marks to weep scarlet drops. There. Katsuki spotted it tearing away a little more fabric to reveal the paw print mark, the same one, in the same place, as Katsuki’s. He nuzzled into it, feeling satisfaction wash over him at the heat coming off of it.

He had enough of this, enough of the wait. His clawed hand reached down easily slashing away the boy’s trousers. At this point Katsuki’s intentions must have become crystal clear to the freckled boy because he shifted trying to somehow hide his nakedness from Katsuki. Katsuki kept a firm grip on the boy’s head not allowing him to move much, being pinned to the dirt while he licked the fingers of his free hand thoroughly coating them in spittle and some blood from his wounded tongue. It took a lot of focus but he managed to shift the free hand back to human form and inspected the nails to ensure he wouldn’t do much damage when he began prepping his mate.

He placed a single finger at the boy’s entrance and felt the hitch in breathing from his mate. He could almost picture those green eyes widening with the horror of what was to come. It took a bit of coaxing and some forceful pushing but Katsuki managed to breach into the human who gave out a whimper of discomfort. Carefully he wiggled the finger deeper until it hit his knuckle slowly curling it to give a little stretch to the heated tunnel. After a moment or two of adjustment Katsuki pushed in a second finger and listened to the strange noises coming from the boy most of it sounded like confused crying.

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Izuku couldn’t believe this was happening. When the wolf had taken him down he had assumed he was dead, fated to be the beasts next meal. But now, laid bare on the forest floor and with the monster slowly stretching him open his mind raced a mile a minute. He was terrified and utterly confused. The fingers kept digging deeper and were working to pull him apart. He could feel a third being added now and just as it entered one of the fingers brushed against something deep inside Izuku that made pleasure hit him like lightening. An involuntary moan escaped him, and he jerked a little when it was brushed again.

Apparently, the beast enjoyed seeing his reaction because he quickly began assaulting the bundle of nerves with his finger. The waves of pleasure that hit with each stroke had Izuku hardening and writhing under the man. He almost forgot about the painful stretching occurring. Almost.

Suddenly the fingers were pulled away leaving him empty. For half a second Izuku dared to hope maybe this was all the beast wanted and would leave him but of course he knew that wouldn’t happen. He heard the rustling of clothes but didn’t dare turn to look. His heart was beating practically out of his chest as he felt something wet and blunt poking at his hole.

Force was applied and soon Izuku’s clenching couldn’t stop it from entering. Pushing past rings of muscle and entering all encompassing heat, the werewolf groaned as he entered while Izuku sobbed a little at the stretch. The wolf stopped once he was fully sheathed, Izuku twitched around him. He stayed like that for a good minute and all Izuku could do was sob at the invasion. After the long pause the wolf began pulling out nearly to the tip and then sank back in pausing to let Izuku adjust to the fullness.

However, after a few more times of this the wolf seemed to begin breaking under his own lust. Thrusts steadily picked up in tempo and force. Until Izuku was being fucked hard and fast into the ground, the werewolf panting over him. He let out gasps and cries at the brutal pace the wolf had set, his hands clawing at the ground around him. The wolf removed the hand that was holding his head plastered to the ground and instead sank his teeth into Izuku’s shoulder for a hold, eliciting another cry of pain. Both once again clawed hands went to Izuku’s hips holding him up and ready for each thrust.

It wasn’t until the wolf heard another moan escape from Izuku when his sweet spot was hit that the beast paused. Izuku felt him adjust angle and suddenly he was being pounded into at just the right way to hit the nerves. He quickly became a blathering mess as pleasure built up in him, his cries becoming louder mixed with pain and pleasure. The sounds he made seemed to egg on the wolf because he started biting his shoulder, back, and the nape of his neck multiple times grunting in his own pleasure building.

The beast began to move quickly the pace becoming erratic and his bite digging deeper into Izuku’s shoulder. Tears were streaming down Izuku’s face and dampening the ground under him and he felt the wolf nearing climax. Then he felt something unexpected that had him moaning even louder to the empty forest around them. The wolf had one of his hands wrapped around Izuku’s length stroking him and building up to the pace the wolf had set. Izuku’s world seemed to tip over in pleasure.

Something foreign was happening behind him. He felt the wolf’s knot slowly filling him and catching on his rim until the wolf stuffed it all the way in. Izuku cried as it filled him to the point where it felt like it might stretch him too much but it stopped before then and the wolf gave out a loud moan. Then Izuku felt heat shooting into him filling him up to impossible fullness while they remained locked together by the knot. At the same time the wolf’s hand picked up to the point where Izuku could hold out no longer and he felt his own orgasm crash over him causing him to clench down on the wolf and another spurt shot into him.

The werewolf fell on top of him breathing hard while Izuku trembled under him. They laid like that for a while in the quiet of the forest, Izuku was too scared to move. Although he did peek down and see that his abdomen had a small bump to it.

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Katsuki laid there in the afterglow basking in the warmth of his mate. They would be tied together for a while but after about five minutes Katsuki lifted his head from its resting place between the boy’s shoulders. He surveyed the abused flesh on the boy’s neck and shoulders highly satisfied at the sight of blood. He carefully shifted but still caused the boy to cry out in discomfort. He set to work licking and kissing the wounds he had inflicted upon his lover, cautiously ensuring not a drop of blood escaped from him.

He continued cleaning and nuzzling his mate while he waited for his knot to deflate. The boy kept sniffling and the tears hadn’t stopped since they had run from the village. His mate flinched with each lick or shift, still shook in the arms Katsuki had wrapped around him.

Soon enough he felt himself slip from the boy’s entrance followed by wetness that leaked down the boy’s thighs. Katsuki let go of his mate and sat back observing his hole that leaked his seed. He stood up tucking himself away and looking down at the boy covered in markings and tears and surrounded by scraps of clothes. It took a minute before the boy seemed to register that he was free from Katsuki’s hold. Once it did cross his mind Katsuki watched as the human tried to shakily get up but utterly failed.

The human was absolutely wrecked. Physically and mentally. Katsuki smirked at that, pleased with how the night had turned out. As much as he enjoyed the sight of the struggling mate, they needed to get back to the pack. So, he threw the dark cloak he had been wearing over the shivering boy and reached down scooping the startled human into his arms.

The green haired boy immediately squirmed against him trying to get out of his hold but was so utterly exhausted that his attempts were weaker than those of a kitten. Still, Katsuki growled and tightened the hold in warning as he bridal carried his mate back through the woods. Dark forest eyes looked up at him in frustration.

“W-Why?” came a croak from his captive, throat abused from the crying and moaning. Why what? Katsuki wasn’t exactly sure what the boy was asking but the answer would be the same to any question.

“Because you’re mine.”