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Lucious green fields rolling up and over hills as far as the eye can see, cows and goats grazing lazily despite the cold summer chill. It’s a quiet place where everyone works together to provide for one another. No one ever has to worry about going hungry or freezing in the unforgiving winter chill. Everyone is happy in their quaint, simple lives.
It’s a place that Touya can only visit now through his distant memories or in his dreams. It’s been a year now since he was ripped away from the arms of his mother and had his legs spread open in front of her. He doesn’t remember much of that fateful night. Touya’s pretty sure he passed out not long after the man that raped him revealed he’s actually Touya’s father. From shock or pleasure, Touya just doesn’t know.
From that night forward Touya’s new life is that one strife with violence. Against others and against himself. Should he be used to it by now? To his father Enji, oh hell yes he should. But to Touya, it’s hard to go from a loving enviroment to suddenly being thrusted to a life on the sea and damn near nightly rape.
A sick, twisted part of him isn’t too disgusted by the idea, though. Having someone touch him those ways actually feels… Good. Is it fucked up for him to actually look forward to these little escapades a night? Absolutely. But does it stop Touya from having a smart mouth in order to bait Enji into touching him— even if it’s anything but tender? No, he doesn’t stop.
“Touya, we’ll be needing you to go scout out a local village for us in a few days.” Enji calls from the aft of the longboat, looking up into the endless array of stars.
Touya scoffs, pushing the rucksack blanket off himself and stands to his feet, “Do it yourself. I couldn’t care less about this dumb crusade of yours to find these bratty kids.”
He stretches his arms high to the heavens, yawning out loud enough to wake the sea serpents down below, “You’ll do as I say. I’m the captain of this crew— which includes you, boy.”
“Hah! What are you going to do if I don’t, huh? Fuck me into submission?”
Enji closes the gap between them, grabbing Touya’s face gently, “That’s what you want, right? For daddy to fuck you until you cry? Well, since you’re being bratty tonight, you can just be my cockwarmer instead.”
He grabs his eldest son by the arm, dragging him below deck into his quarters. Most longboats don’t have something like this, but Enji had it specially made just for him and his late night activities. Before Touya can register much of anything, he’s already bent over Enji’s knee with his pants on the floor. Wet, spit covered fingers jam into Touya’s hole, stretching him open with brute force.
“Get the hell off me— ah— right the fuck now!” Touya screams, trying to push his father off him. As shameful as it is though, the feeling of his father’s large fingers in him is enough to make him cum alone. But he learnt over the past year that you don’t finish without daddy saying you can… Or else.
Enji runs one hand over Touya’s back, taking in all the beautiful scars he’s earned as a warrior as he continues to finger Touya. It’s an amazing sight to look at, “Just admit that you’re jealous you won’t be the only one getting daddy’s attention. Is that why you’re acting out?”
Touya nods, writhing on his father’s fingers. He wants more. No— he needs more. Something to fill the empty void inside him left behind from his life before this. He craves to feel something other than the dastardly feeling of neediness.
“I knew it. Such a slut,” Enji lifts Touya up by his hair, forcing the other’s hole to line up with the tip of Enji’s cock. He allows his son to slowly sit on it, moaning louder with every inch he takes down, “My perfect son. I only wish you had a nice, pretty pussy so I could fill you up and have my children.”
Enji lays them down on their side, holding Touya close to him, “You can pretend to breed me, daddy. I’ll let you fill my insides with your cum.” Touya moans, gyrating his hips against his father’s large cock.
“Stop, Touya. Your punishment is just to be my cockwarmer tonight. Go to sleep.”
The oldest son whines quietly, but does what he’s told. He knows that after tonight he won’t get to have his father to himself anymore. It’s an infuriating, scary thought to have… But it’s what Enji wants, so he’ll endure it.
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The sun in the sky rises once again over the ocean, blinding those who dare to even look in its direction on the water. Touya winces at the sudden assault on his eyes, holding up his hand to try and block the rays.
Today’s the day they port in the village that’s supposed to harbor his brother and Enji’s son. It’s odd for Touya to think about having a brother when he’s spent his whole life as an only child. How do you even be a big brother? Are there certain rules and parameters to follow?
“We’re almost there. You go in first, find my son, then give the signal. We won’t attack until the signal’s given.”
Touya huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, “This isn’t my first time doing this. But… How will I know who to take?”
Enji walks to the side of the longboat, staring down into the water. “You’ll know. I already can tell the Gods have blessed me with beautiful children. Odin came to me in a dream, too. The one you’re looking for has white hair like you.”
Touya doesn’t say anything, but Enji’s voice fills the silence anyways, “Good luck.”
Touya doesn’t need luck to find a damned long-lost child. He’s probably an outcast from the village for not having a father. Bastards aren’t exactly treated nice by society— even if the woman only got pregnant from a result of a Viking pillage.
Each step on the soft grass brings him back to his own home he was ripped from. The air smells nice and familiar in his nose, the breeze making him almost smile. This is the kind of stuff you don’t get on the ocean. Sometimes (for a brief, minuscule moment) he wishes he could just run away and live in the woods. But he knows that could never happen. Enji would most definitely go looking after him.
The villagers are not friendly to Touya. He just looks so… Different than everyone else. They’re dressed in scrappy, torn up layers of clothes. Touya is… Barely even wearing anything. He has a few pieces of wool sheep’s skin over him in a cloak, but his bare chest is exposed for the whole world to see.
“Where’s the bastard child?” Touya calls out to the villagers, waving around his axe for all to see. Eyes go wide at the realization that maybe he isn’t here to simply trade, “Where is he?”
He grabs the nearest villager by his throat, squeezing tightly until the man’s eyes are bulging from his head. Good thing he doens’t need his voice to point Touya in the right direction. Shaky fingers lift up and point toward a lone hut a few meters away, “Natsuo lives there…” A split-second flash of white hair reflects against the window. There he is.
Touya throws the man to the ground, slamming against a cart full of stones. Blood trickles from the temple of his head, his eyes slowly closing into unconsciousness. Touya pays him no mind, grabbing the nearest torch and lighting flame to the nearest hut. There— signal sent to Enji.
The oldest sibling struts up the hut, setting his axe over his shoulder as he bangs onto the wooden door. He whistles lowly to himself, the sounds of booming footsteps on the dirt floor growing closer and closer.
“What can I do for y-“ The white haired man steps back at the rough sight, trying to slam the door in the viking’s face. A foot lodges in between the doorframe, preventing it from shutting completely.
Touya steps into the hut, shoving the blade of the axe into the wooden table, “There you are. Come with me.”
Rough hands grab onto the villager’s wrist, pressing him against the wall. Touya licks his lips, looking his brother up and down. In a way, he looks so much like Enji.
“I don’t know you! Let go of me! Fuck you!” Natsuo spits onto Touya’s face, struggling fruitlessly against the other’s grasp.
That doesn’t piss Touya off like it usually would. It actually just makes him even more feral. He carefully takes a hand and runs it up and down Natsuo’s chest, slipping it under his shirt.
Natsuo continues to struggle and scream, cursing Touya and all the Vikings to Hel. A stray tear falls down his cheek as Touya’s hand explores his body.
“Gods, dad was right… You are beautiful. He’s going to love taking you. Maybe if I’m lucky, I can have his sloppy seconds.” He whispers into Natsuo’s ear, biting at his earlobe.
“Wh-What are you talking about? Just leave .”
“Leave? Without you, baby brother?” Touya kisses down Natsuo’s neck, groaning softly, “I don’t think I could… Plus, you have nowhere to go anyways. Your village is burning.”
Natsuo’s eyes dart to the window, eyes widening in complete horror. Ash falls from the sky from the burning trees and huts. His entire life is just going up in flames right now. Years and years of memories just… gone in a matter of moments. This can’t be happening… This really can’t be happening right now.
He headbuts Touya, sending him flying across the room, “Where are you going little brother? Dad’s on his way, so be a good little boy and stay put.” Touya growls in frustration, grabbing Natsuo by the wrist before he can completely run out the door.
Of course Natsuo doesn’t listen. He kicks Touya away, rushing past him and out the door into the chaos. Does he really think he can run away? There’s not another village within miles of this one, so he’d die of starvation before he even got close to anything. It’s admirable that he’d try and flee, but still annoying. It’s more work for Touya in the end.
Like a predator hunting its prey, Touya ran after his newly discovered brother. The guy isn’t fast, but he has the advantage just from knowing the village’s layout. But Touya’s determination to grab his runaway brother is stronger than anything right now.
Touya dodges the mounting dead bodies and screaming villagers, eyes set on that mess of white hair in front of him. The closer he gets the more his mouth just salivates. He outstretches his arm to his brother, lunging forward to grab him by the hair. Natsuo tumbles to the ground, screaming and kicking.
“Let go of me you sick fuck!”
Touya drags him up to his feet, grabbing the dagger from his hip and holding it to his brother’s throat. That certainly stops Natsuo dead in his tracks. He smirks at the sudden obedience, his cock twitching in his pants just thinking about what’s going to happen to his newly found sibling.
The two dodge the surrounding chaos around them, flames licking at their skin. Touya remembers when this happened to him. He was just as feisty as Natsuo is when Enji came for him. But as soon as their father’s dick was balls deep in him, all that went away. There’s something about him that just makes everyone break and listen to him.
“Father, here he is. He’s a little feisty, but…” Touya tightens his grip in the other’s hair, slowly running his hands into his brother’s pants to gently rub at his cock, “He’ll break eventually.”
Natsuo wines at the violating touch, looking up at the man before him. Fear seeps from his eyes, his body quivering under Touya’s grasp. The look in his eyes almost sends Touya into a complete fit, nearly wanting to undress and fuck him right there. But that’s his father’s job right now.
Their father closes the gap between them, running a large hand over Natsuo’s cheek. The youngest trashes, spitting into Enji’s eye. A hard slap stings at Natsuo’s cheek, a large red handprint forming on his face.
“You are a little feisty, my son. But that’ll change in time,” Enji caresses his younger son’s lips with his knuckle, “Get him inside.”
Touya complies with his father’s demand, dragging a kicking and screaming Natsuo into the nearest hut. He’s screaming for help from anyone to save him, but it’s drowned out by the slaughter that’s going on just a few feet outside. How foolish of Natsuo to think someone would come help a bastard like him.
Their father lays his sword on the dirt floor, shrugging off his metal gauntlets and the very little clothing he wore. Touya continues to hold down his brother, stroking the side of his head softly.
Those years ago Touya went through the same thing. His father was anything but gentle with him. By the end of their time that fateful day, Touya could barely even walk. He hated it. Hated every touch, kiss, and word Enji spoke to him. But those feelings quickly melted into something different. A man he once hated is now the man he craves most out of everything. Natsuo will feel that, too… Eventually.
“Please, I’ll do anything! Just… Just not this!” Natsuo begs, flinching at Enji’s hands that are running up his thighs.
He doesn’t speak. Enji ignores every foul word Natsuo throws at him. All he does is silently rip off Natsuo’s pants, licking his lips at the sight of his son’s cock. Touya can feel himself getting hard again, too. He didn’t think watching his father fuck someone other than him would be such a turn on, but… He thinks it’s incredibly satisfying.
Enji grabs Natsuo’s cock with unneeded force, running his fingers over the tip that’s already leaking with precum, “You say you don’t want this, but look at you… Already fucking wet for me.”
Natsuo doesn’t respond, but instead mumbles out quiet prayers to the Gods to help him. Large, burning hot fingers press into Natsuo’s virgin hole, eliciting a yell of pain from his son. But that doesn’t keep Enji from continuing his assault. In fact, it makes him more ravenous to tear him apart.
“Please— Stop, it hurts. It hurts—“ Another slap rings out in Natsuo’s ear, that familiar stinging coursing through his face.
“Shut up. The more you whine, the longer he’ll take.” Touya hisses out.
Enji continues to ravage his son, making him scream and beg just form his fingers alone. Natsuo whines when he feels Enji’s fingers leave him empty again, but his whines turn back into a sharp, loud scream.
Deep thrusts tear through Natsuo’s body, his cock getting jerked off by Touya at the same time. It’s almost too much for Natsuo to endure all at once. His brother’s fingers pinch and twist at Natsuo’s nipples, sending him into orbit.
Natsuo doesn’t know if he’s crying from the pain or the waves of pleasure ripping through his body. It hurts so much, but at the same time he feels really good. It makes Natsuo feel sick to his stomach knowing this assault is turning him on so much. Is it wrong to feel like this? Should he be feeling this way? His mind is telling him to fight, but his body is telling him to give in and enjoy it.
“Get off me! Please, ah— please… It doesn’t feel good at all!”
“If it doesn’t feel good, then why are you hard and moaning for me?” Enji says sweetly, caressing Natsuo’s thighs.
Maybe he’s right… If it didn’t feel good, then Natsuo wouldn’t be hard, right? Natsuo feels himself being thrown from his back and onto his stomach like a rag doll, his empty hole once again full by his father’s cock.
Touya shoves Natsuo’s face onto the rough wooden table, his legs barely even able to hold him up, “Why are you doing this to me?”
“So you know who you belong to now.”
Natsuo doesn’t remember the rest of what happened to him that day. After he felt his father’s burning hot cum fill his ass, everything just became a blur.
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Blood. All he sees is that damn crimson red that floods the grass, and pools in his hands. It’s all over him. No matter how many times he scrubs himself with sea water, the blood just doesn’t come off. Why won’t it? Why does it still torture Natsuo so much?
Screams. Every time he lays his head down to sleep it’s all he hears. Those same, blood curdling screams. Women and men begging for their lives— their children’s lives. Pleading with Natsuo to keep Enji and Touya from pillaging their village even more. It’s a never ending sound in his mind. And no matter how loud he moans on his father’s cock, the screaming still rings in his ears. He just wants it to stop.
“Hey, pull your head out of your ass, Natsuo! We have an important day ahead of us.”
He doesn’t want to think about it. Natsuo doesn't want to even think about the kinds of horrors they’re about to commit. He thought he’d be used to it by now. But six months have passed since he became a part of this crew, and it still hasn’t gotten any easier for him.
He scoffs at Touya, pulling his knees close to his chest, “Yeah, like kidnapping our other brother? Letting our father fuck him against his will?”
“Whatever. You act all high and mighty, but don’t think I don’t hear you sneaking into dad’s room to beg for his cock like a whore.”
Natsuo doesn’t know what to say, because Touya isn’t wrong. There’s just something about his father’s touch that calms him down, and numbs his mind to everything. Even fifteen minutes of alone time with him calms Natsuo down— brings his mind back down to earth, even.
“That’s different.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
Natsuo snaps his head up, glaring complete daggers into Touya’s soul, “It… It just is, okay? Leave me alone, Touya… I really don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“We don’t have to do any talking, Natsuo…” Touya kneels down to his brother, running his fingers through the other’s hair gently, “You still have nightmares about what you’ve done, don’t you? Let your big brother help you forget for a little bit.”
Natsuo nods, leaning into his brother’s touch. He’ll do anything to forget the horrible things he’s done.
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“Shouto! I killed you! Act dead you cheater!” Izuku yells, pointing his fake wooden sword at Shouto.
“What?! You did not hit me! If anything, you’re dead. I hit you with my arrow, remember?”
“Ugh, can we just start the game over?”
The two young boys nod in agreement, holding up their wooden weapons to get back at their game. Both of them always wanted to be warriors. To earn their spot in Valhalla once they die. So everyday after lunch, they always practice their fighting. From wooden swords and daggers to axes and bows made of straw. They were determined to become strong enough to one day (if needed) protect their village.
Even today on Shouto’s 15th birthday, they still stick to their practice schedule. Neither of them want to miss even a day. But they’ve been going at this for hours now. Back and forth with different types of homemade weapons, bickering at each other any chance they deem the other to be dead.
Shouto and Izuku eventually decide to take a break, laying near the wheat fields surrounded by the livestock. Today’s a beautiful day. It’s rare for their village to get such amazing weather this time of year. Izuku likes to call it a birthday miracle for Shouto. That the Gods decided to shine the sun down on him.
“Do you ever think about going to another place? Exploring the world?” Shouto asks, propping himself up on his elbow.
Izuku shrugs, picking at the grass around him, “Not really. I heard the Anglos are mean and there’s Vikings everywhere. Seems kinda scary, Shouto.”
Izuku’s always been weary of the outside world. Especially after finding out that 15 years ago their very village fell victim to the Viking’s that call themselves Endeavor. But Shouto? He wants to see the world. He wants to know if the world really does end at the ocean’s horizon, if there really are castles all over England, and he wants to see the fjords in Norway that everyone always talks about.
“I heard England is a beautiful place. Rainy, but nothing near as cold as here during the winter.”
“Yeah, but… Would you really leave your mom? Leave me?” Izuku looks away from Shouto, biting at his lip.
The birthday boy scoffs, shaking his head violently. “Of course not. I’d take you with me, and protect you from all those damn Vikings and mean anglo-saxons.”
He can’t imagine traveling the world without Izuku. They’ve been friends since… Well, for as long as Shouto can remember. Their moms are close, and the two kids bond over the discrimination they face being bastard sons.
If Shouto can’t travel with Izuku, he doesn’t want to travel at all. He’d rather take an arrow to the knee than have to do that.
“You’ll have to get better at using a bow and arrow first, Sho.”
Shouto frowns at him, rolling over to him and hitting him on the back of the head. Their banter turns into a full-blown wrestling match. That’s usually how their time together ends, but it’s never malicious. It’s pure fun to them. Full of laughter and smiles. There’s never a dull moment with them.
As the fighting and laughter dies down, Shouto notices something’s… off. The birds stopped singing and there’s a faint sound of pounding drums. It’s almost like the time the elders told him about… No. no, this can’t be that. Right?
“... What’s that noise?” Izuku asks softly, head turning toward the sea, “Let’s get a closer look.”
Shouto tries to stop him, but the other boy is already on his feet and running down the grassy hill. Shit, something feels very off… The air feels heavy and suffocating all the sudden. Without thinking, Shouto follows after him and grabs his arm before he completely runs to their pier.
Men from the village run out their huts, weapons in their hands. The village’s warning bell rings out, causing everyone to go into a full blown panic. That bell has never been used before… They only installed it when… When they came.
“VIKINGS! VIKINGS ARE HERE!” Men scream into the huts, forcing their wives and children into hiding.
Izuku looks at Shouto with fear in his eyes, grabbing onto his hand tightly, “Sh-Shouto? What do we do?”
He squeezes Izuku’s hand back, his eyes not leaving the sight of the incoming ship, “Hide, Izuku.”
Without a second thought, Shouto shoves Izuku into a hut and places him behind a wall of clay pots. It’s not the best hiding spot, but it’s all he has right now. He’ll do anything to protect Izuku. If it means killing those evil Vikings, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. After all, that’s what he promised him up on that hill earlier that morning.
Once Shouto hides Izuku well enough, he turns around and runs out the door. He can hear Izuku calling after him, begging him to stop… But Shouto has to do something. He doesn't know exactly what that something is, but… It’s better than nothing, right?
He sprints to the pier, clutching tightly to his mother. Everyone is armed and ready to fight if needed. The drums stop as a man steps onto the pier, slowly walking onto the beach. Judging by the look on everyone’s faces, they’re all terrified.
“Where’s my warm welcome?” A deep voice bellows out, breaking the deafening silence.
A man steps up to him, sword at the ready, “We know why you’re here, Enji Todoroki.”
“Is that so?”
There’s another silence as the two stare each other down. Shouto notices two other men step off the longboat, weapons in hand. They both have white hair, specks of red poking out in some strands. They take their place just behind the man who they call Enji, looking around at the villagers.
One has scars on his face and arms, and the other just looks… Bothered that he’s here. Shouto doesn’t want to assume, but part of him thinks that one doesn’t even really want to be here...
“It’s 15 years to the date. We know you’re here for the boy.” What boy? There’s not very many kids in this village… Hopefully they’re not thinking of Izuku. Shouto will die before they take him.
“Then where is he? I’d like to see my son. Give him to me and I might consider letting you live.”
Shouto’s mother’s eyes widened at his words, promptly pushing her way through the crowd to face him. He screams out for her to stop, but she doesn’t listen to him at all. Why is she going up there? Why is she doing this?
“Like we’d tell you.” She spits out at him, holding her hand up.
The man from before scoffs at his mother, “Rei! Why are you helping that child?! He’s the spawn of a monster. That man right there raped you. Just give him Shouto.”
The boy’s world stops entirely. The Vikings are there… To take him? That’s… No, that can’t be who Shouto thinks it is… That evil man is Shouto’s father? The most feared viking in all the lands is the one who brought him to existence? He feels sick. So sick he thinks he’s going to fucking puke right there.
This man hurt his mother, burned their village, and now he’s come back for Shouto. And now his mother is risking her life to keep Shouto safe. Enji is going to kill them all just to have him. He already knows that’s what will happen if he doesn't do something to stop that monster.
He takes a deep breath, weighing through all his options. There’s only one thing he can do… If he doesn't, more people will suffer. He feels deep in his soul what he needs to do to stop this. Maybe it’s the Gods telling him what to do.
Shouto knows what he has to do now.
“No! How dare you tell me to just… Just give up my child!” Rei continues to argue, screaming at both Enji and the villagers.
Shouto pushes through the crowd, nearly tripping at the feet of the monster that’s his father, “I’m right here.”
“Shouto!” Rei screams, falling to her feet as she watches her son walk up to Enji.
He looks up at Enji and the two men behind him, “I’ll go with you willingly… If you promise me something.”
“Well? Spit it out.”
This is his chance to save them. To keep Izuku and his mother safe. He always wondered what his life purpose was, and maybe this is it, “Don’t hurt my mom or Izuku’s family. That’s all I ask… Give me your word and… And I’ll go.”
Enji opens his mouth to reply, but he’s cut off by the familiar voice of his childhood friend. It’s not hard to tell that Izuku is crying. Hearing those body-wracking sobs coming from his friend hurt Shouto more than Izuku will ever know. But this… This is what he has to do to keep his promise.
“Shouto! Don’t do it! Please, don’t leave.” Izuku cries out, pushing his way to the front of the crowd. Their eyes meet for only a split second. Shouto can’t bear to look him in the eyes right now.
“I’m sorry, Izuku. I’m sorry, mom. But this is the only way to protect you all.”
Enji looks at the men behind him, giving a curt nod to them. The two of them walk to the front of the crowd, yelling at them to stand back or else. Shouto doesn’t want to think about what that means— or why they’re even doing that in the first place.
A large hand grabs Shouto by the hair, forcing them to make eye contact. He meets the eyes of his father, unnerved by the look in his eyes. Shouto feels like something bad is about to happen. He can hear the Gods whispering at him to run.
“You have my word,” Enji kneels down to meet Shouto’s height, running his hands up Shouto’s shirt, “Look at you. My beautiful son.”
Those damn hands grope at every part of Shouto’s chest, eventually tugging at the waistband of his raggedy pants, “Wh-What are you doing?”
Shouto nearly starts crying as he feels Enji’s hands creep further and further down his pants until hot hands are rubbing at his pussy. Enji’s eyes widen at the discovery, an evil smirk forming on his face. Oh no. No, no, no .
“Shh, Shouto, let them watch me take you.” Large hands rip the pants off the youngest boy, exposing everything to Enji and the villagers. Shouto hears his mother beggin and pleading for him to stop— to take her instead of her precious son.
“Odin blessed me with a son that can bear my children,” Enji purrs, shoving Shouto onto the dirt below him, “How lucky for me. I’m going to breed you until the day you die, Shouto.”
Shouto shuts his eyes tight, sending silent prayers to the Gods to save him— or do anything to help him. But the assault on Shouto continues. He feels large, calloused fingers shove themselves into him. Tears fall down his face with each (surprisingly) pleasure inducing curl of his father’s fingers inside him.
What the hell is wrong with him? He should fucking hate this, but… Why does it feel so good? Maybe it’s not that bad after all. If the Gods wanted it to be something bad, they’d make it hurt… Right? At least that’s what Shouto tells himself to get through this.
“Stop touching him! Stop hurting my friend!” Izuku screams, trashing the man with the scar's hold on him.
Shouto turns his head to look at him, vision blurry with tears, “Izuku, please… Don’t— Ah, fuck— hurt him… Please don’t hurt him.” Shouto sobs out, trying his hardest to not think about his best friend and mother watching him.
The boy whines when he feels the fingers slip out of him, thankful that the assault is finally over. He breathes out a sigh of relief, opening his eyes once again. But much to his horror, he realizes it’s not over. Oh no. It’s only starting.
Shouto’s seen a cock before, but nothing so… Big. Almost inhumanly large. He feels his body start to shake just thinking about that going inside him. He tries to push himself off the ground, his body begging him to just run, but Enji just pushes him back to the ground. That same evil smirk on his face as he presses the tip of his cock to Shouto’s pussy.
“What are you doing…? Don’t put that in, please, it looks like it’ll hurt.” Shouto pleads, trying to kick off his father.
“Shut up and take it, boy. You gave yourself up. Your body belongs to me now.” Enji hisses, wrapping his hand around his son’s small throat to keep him still.
Enji slams his cock in, eliciting a scream from Shouto. It hurts. It fucking hurts so bad, but Enji just won’t stop. Shouto’s nails dig into the dirt, tears flowing freely from his eyes. His father doesn’t acknowledge his son’s cries and pleads for him to stop. If anything, it eggs him on to keep going even harder.
Moans and words of praise leave Enji’s mouth. His gentle words don’t match his actions, which only confuses Shouto to no end. How can he say such kind things to him, but hurt him so much? His father mutters words of love and devotion to him.
‘I love you, Shouto’ Those words pound his eardrums, blood rushing to his face. Love. Mommy loves him. Izuku loves him. But they never have done… this to him. Is this what love really is? Have they just never loved Shouto like Enji does?
It doesn’t make any sense to Shouto, but he notices that the pain is slowly subsiding until it actually feels… Good? Is that normal to feel?
The feeling of his cock filling him up is something he’s never experienced before. Shouto knows this is wrong— that he should hate this with everything in his soul… But before he knows it, his screams of pain turn into ones of pleasure.
“Oh, you like it, Shouto? You like it when daddy breeds you?” Enji moans out, holding Shouto’s hips in a deadly grasp, “Tell me you like it, Shouto. Yell about how much you love me fucking that tight pussy of yours.”
Shouto hesitates for a moment, shame rising in his chest, “I… I like it...”
“What? If I can’t hear you, then neither can they.”
“I…” Enji thrusts deeply into Shouto, “ Ahh! Fuck, I love it! I love it so much!” He screams out, his body shaking in pleasure.
Shouto can hear his mother and Izuku sobbing, still pleading for Enji to stop. He’s so conflicted right now. He wants Enji to stop so his family doesn’t have to see this, but it just feels too good.
His assaulter moves the hand from Shouto’s throat to his clit and starts to gently rub it in an oh so fucking amazing way. Shouto feels his legs shaking uncontrollably, body dripping in sweat from the rising pleasure in his stomach. Shouto’s hips buck up unconsciously to feel his father’s cock even deeper inside him.
“Are you ready to be bred? Are you ready to carry my seed?” Enji grunts, his thrusts becoming more and more violent and erratic inside Shouto.
The young boy whines, nodding his head in obedience so he doesn’t piss Enji off, “Y-yes, I’m ready.”
Loud, violent moans vibrate in Shouto’s throat the more Enji rubs on his clit in sync with each painfully blissful thrust.
“Stop— Stop, something’s happening— Please, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Shouto sputters out between moans, his vision starting to go black.
“Why won’t you stop? Please… Please, I feel like I’m gonna-“
Enji interrupts, “That feeling is a good one. It means you’re feeling so good for me. Let it happen, Shouto.”
It’s a… Good feeling? No, good feelings are when mommy makes his favorite food. Or when Izuku meets them at their secret hideout. Every good feeling (to Shouto) has never felt like this. But for some reason, he decides to trust his father’s words, and allow his body to relax into the rising, extreme feeling.
“Gods!” Shouto cries out, his body completely shaking and becoming so hot from this feeling. Enji was right. This does feel good. Shouto really likes this feeling, and he doesn't want it to stop.
Whatever Enji means by breeding him, Shouto wants that. He wants his daddy to fill him up with his seed. Because if this is what love is, Shouto wants to feel every intoxicating drop of it. If that means carrying his children or getting bred and fucked until he dies, so be it.
Enji slams into Shouto one last time around his pulsing and contracting cunt, groaning loudly as something… weird fills Shouto up. He doesn’t know what it is, but he oddly likes it so fucking much. It feels wet inside of him, and he feels it dripping out of him onto the ground. He tries to raise his head, but can’t muster the strength to even move. His vision progressively gets darker and darker until all he sees is the faint glow of the sun behind his mother and Izuku’s head.
“Kill them.” Enji calls out to the two men.
No… No… He said he wouldn’t do that… Screams of complete horror break out in the crowd, bodies falling all around Shouto. He tries to lift his hand out to Izuku, but his world goes completely black before he even gets the chance.
——-——-
6 months later…
Nothing about this life gets easier for Shouto. Everyday he thinks about his home that he left behind in ruins. A mother and friend that are more than likely dead because of him. Everything about this is so fucked.
Every single night his father beckons him to his room to violate him even more. Shouto thinks he hates it, but… He always finds himself begging and screaming for more. Everything is still so confusing to him. He doesn’t want the attention from his father, but at the same time he craves it.
And on the rare occasions Enji doesn’t call for him, his brothers are always there to take care of his needs. Natsuo and him got super close over the past months, too. They bond over their new life, and the life of their past.
“Hey, Sho, how are you holding up?” Natsuo asks softly, taking a seat next on the ground next to Shouto.
He shrugs, clutching the bow and arrow to his chest, “Fine, I guess… It’s just… How did you get used to this? Killing people and ruining lives? It’s not right.”
“I don’t know, Sho. It was really hard for me at first, too. You just get used to it I guess,” He wraps an arm around Shouto’s shoulder, “Dad takes good care of us. He wouldn’t put us through anything we couldn’t handle. Just trust him, okay?”
Shouto doesn’t reply. He doesn’t know how or what to even say back. Sure, Enji feeds them, clothes them, and loves them, but… He doesn’t think he can forgive him completely for what he’s done to his family.
Natsuo presses a soft kiss to his temple, “Hey, guess what?”
“What?”
“We’re going to England. One of the princes there wants our help to take the throne. Isn’t that exciting?”
England… Shouto’s always wanted to go there. He remembers always annoying Izuku about that island. It’s bittersweet to think about now. Shouto’s finally living out his dream to go there, but without the only person he wanted to go with.
“Yeah, that’s pretty cool, Nat.” Shouto says softly.
“We’ll be drowning in treasure. I bet we can even get you a new bow, too.”
Shouto shakes his head, clutching even harder onto his bow, “ No, I like this one. You made it for me, so… I don’t want another one.”
Natsuo pulls Shouto close to him, joining their lips together. He’s always been softer with Shouto. Touya and his father are always rough, but Natsuo? Every touch and kiss spilled nothing but pure love for Shouto.
“N-Nat, can you touch me?”
He nods at his brother’s request, running a hand up Shouto’s leg, “Of course. Anything for you.”
—————
One year later…
“Dad! Behind you!” Shouto yells out, drawing his bowstring back and sending an arrow straight through the enemies neck.
They’ve been fighting their way through England for nearly a year and a half now. They’re slowly, but steadily, getting closer and closer to the goal of taking London. The last three raids on that damn city only ended in crushing failure, but now with the rogue band Anglo-saxons completely on their side, their odds are finally looking better.
“Where’s your brothers?” Enji yells, shoving his sword through the chest of another attacker.
Shouto puts another arrow at the ready, “Natsuo and Touya are flanking from the left. They’re gonna create a path for us to get closer to the second gate on the wall.”
Armed with more men and a better strategy, they’re closer than they’ve ever been and they don’t plan on retreating this time. They’d rather perish than give up what they can damn near taste.
Shouto suddenly is toppled to the ground, struggling against one of the Kingsmen. Fuck, he let his guard down for one moment, and here he is in the worst position known to man. The man wraps his hands around Shouto’s throat, squeezing the life out of him.
“Die you Viking piece of shit.”
Shit, where is it? Shouto struggles against the large man, groping the surrounding area and his body for his backup weapon. His brain is so deprived of Oxygen and in panic mode that he struggles to find the damn thing. For a moment, Shouto is sure he’s going to die.
As black dots start to line his vision, he gives one last try at trying to find his dagger. Fuck, fuck, fuck ! His fingers pat at the leather belt around his waist, the familiar feel of the dagger’s hilt grazing his fingers. Thank the Gods. Shouto fumbles to rip it out of the holster, twirling it in his hand.
The blade of the dagger stabs through the Kingsmen’s neck, blood squirting from his body and dousing Shouto in the bright red liquid. A year ago, this would repulse him. He’d vomit at the mere sight of this. But now? It’s something he actually looks forward to seeing.
“I think you’re the one who’s going to die tonight. Sorry.” Shouto sneers, kicking the man’s lifeless body off of him.
Without missing a beat Shouto stands to his feet and grabs his bow. His father is still fighting, mowing down men like the fearsome monster he is. Shouto breathes a sigh of relief seeing his father’s okay, turning back to face the wall.
The growing flicker of a fire burns just through the gate, the sound of a horn blowing out through the field. They did it. Natsuo and Touya actually fucking did it. Shouto and his father make eye contact for a brief moment before letting out a war cry and running towards the taken gate.
Never in their lives would any of these siblings think they’d be here. They always thought they’d live their days out in a quiet village, raise a family, and herd their cattle like the ancestors before them did. The thought never crossed their minds that they’d be taking cities, hoarding treasures, and most certainly didn’t think they’d find the love they craved in each other. But in all honesty, they wouldn’t have it any other way.