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Sunlight streamed in from stained glass windows, hues of reds and blues illuminated a tangle of green hair and freckled back. Bakugo, always an early riser, gently caressed his lover's nest of hair, Izuku humming quietly in his sleep as he did. The blonde stared at the man he loved in quiet adoration.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his gentle love. Although their current relationship was being kept a secret for their own protection, he knew that there would be a day when they would have no choice but to bring their love to the light. They would have to fight everyone who stood in their way to stay in eachothers arms.
The red eyed man had accepted he would face an immense amount of pressure, being the next future king of the East. Enormous expectations had been placed on Katsuki Bakugo from the young age of 12, when his parents passed away from a tragic accident. Between training to be a future knowledgeable king, one who understood his country's laws and practices inside and out, to understanding that his country had been in a steady economic decline, he had his country’s fate resting solely on his shoulders. He tried hard to appease everyone, understanding his country needed the hope of a powerful new ruler, he often played by their rules, no matter how much he grit his teeth in distaste.
Besides his occasional temper and his ever expanding ego, he was a great ruler to be. Yet, he knew his taking of a male lover wouldn’t merely be highly frowned upon, but it would question his very capability of his future title. Izuku however, was not simply “a male lover”, he was Bakugo’s soulmate. Bakugo loved his country and his future role as king but he would never give Izuku up simply to placate others. He would fight to keep his title and the love of his life by his side.
Izuku’s eyes gently fluttered open, giving the blonde a slow breathtaking smile “Good morning, my love”, his voice raspy with the last bits of sleep. Katsuki cupped his love’s face “Good morning, my darling. In bed until noon again I see?” he said mockingly, giving the petite man a playful smirk and a quick flick on the nose. The grenette scrunched his nose in distaste, sticking his small tongue out at the future king “Hey, it wasn’t my fault this time! You were the one who dragged me away last night during the ball AND kept me up.” Red eyes softened as he stared down at his angelic lover.
The prior night of the ball Izuku had been dressed in beautiful shades of cream and green, exquisite fabrics flowing freely, leaving his body’s curves a mystery for only the Katsuki to explore. His emerald eyes were lined with kohl, twinking in the moonlight, his soft pink lips glistened with a light sheen. How could the future king resist such a beautiful temptation?
The king-to-be was to attend the ball as a guest speaker and speak about the prosperity of their kingdom, so the same stupid spew the rich snobs liked to hear. The blonde understood his place in the kingdom, but when it came to events like these, ones that solely existed to show off one’s wealth and flaunt their resources in an otherwise poor kingdom, he could care less about his reputation amongst old noble men. He was to be crowned king in merely a handful of months and felt in his bones that he was ready. They couldn’t expect him to show up to every dick measuring contest, and besides what were they going to do? Not make him king? He was this country’s only hope, they had no other choice.
Izuku had shown up for the ball dressed like a dream, by invitation of none other than Katsuki himself. Being childhood friends, no one bat an eye when seeing the young men together. Sure, the green eyed man was constantly talked about, having more than his fair share of feminine traits and tendencies. There were often whispers that followed the greenette as he walked the royal halls, but when the red eyed man joined his side, the whispers would quiet considerably in their wake.
Izuku had joined the ball late, leaving Katsuki to brood by himself and make forced small talk with balding men and their tiny dicks. It wasn’t until his love appeared, that he felt the tension leave, relief filling his body. His original plan was to keep Izuku by his side, talking in a normal, “friendly” manner, nothing that could be seen as flirtatious, as the ball went on. Yet, when the greenette’s foot slowly began to trace his calf under the table, his flowy gown sliding up, green eyes twinkling with mischief when met with red, the blonde knew he could take no longer.
Unannounced, he loudly stood up from the table, making pointed eye contact with the green eyed man, he excused himself and left the banquet hall. A few moments later a green haired man exited the hall, almost bumping head first with the king-to-be.
“You little shit, I extend the invitation to the best balls this kingdom has to offer and you attempt to tempt me, my little seductress?”
Green eyes crinkled and a bell-like giggle left the greenettes lips.
“I’m sorry my king, but with you looking so dashing in your royal apparel, how could I resist such charms?”
Bakugo would never be able to get over the flirtatious ways the two of them spoke when they were alone. The tips of his ears would turn red, his heartbeat quickening, yet, he knew he wasn't alone, with how red his lover would turn, freckles standing out against plump scarlet cheeks.
The blonde cupped both of his lover's cheeks tenderly, “You look exquisite tonight. The moon pales in comparison to your everlasting beauty.” His lover’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight that streamed from the large windows “Kacchan-“ and that's all Bakugo needed as he leaned forward to capture his lips.
Having done this a thousand times before, they moved in a practiced notion, lips interlocking, fingers sliding into each other's hair. The taste of each other always seemed to be as sweet as the first.
As their kisses became heavier, Bakugo was filled with the need to taste Izuku thoroughly in the confines of their own private space. Breaking apart, he stared down at his out of breath, freckled lover. Dragging him to his royal chambers, there he would spend until the early morning worshiping his lover.
The greenette reached forward to tug on one of his lover’s blonde locks, “You’re right, it is my fault for not being able to resist you after all, my king. I should have simply stayed quietly by your side and not tempt you while you do your royal duties.”
“Royal duties?” The blonde scoffed “Speaking about how “prosperous” our country is with old bastards when our country is on the brink of economic collapse? I would hardly call that a kingly duty.” The red eyed man began to trace the freckles that littered his lover’s body as he spoke.
“When I become King, our country will thrive like no other. I will strip anyone who's not of use of their title and the rest will take care of them. Those bastards won’t stand a chance. Survival of the fittest, as they call it, anyone who dares not be of use will suffer.”
Izuku stared at his lover in quiet disbelief, he understood that Katsuki had the weight of his country on his back, but he had never heard him act so cruel. The green eyed man took his king's hands in both of his, forcing him to look into his eyes.
“I understand they have done nothing for our country, but none of them are monsters or completely heartless. Perhaps under the right leadership, with newfound determination, they too can become your greatest strengths?”
The king-to-be chuckled humorlessly as he gripped his lover’s hands “Once useless, always useless, my love. Those who do not seek out a path that will actually benefit humanity will die poor, cold and alone.”
Izuku ripped his hands away from his lover in disbelief, shock resonating in his very core
“How can you say that?! You, the future king of all people! You must always have faith in others, believe in their abilities to learn and change. They are not mere pawns for you to manipulate and control Bakugo.”
The green haired man looked on at his king, silently pleading with his eyes for him to understand. His lover wore an expression of shock that quickly disappeared, a cold look of indifference taking its place. “I’ll never expect you to understand my love,” the blonde replied, attempting to take the greenette’s hand to soothe and comfort, but his eyes remained distant.
“YOU have nothing to worry about. As long as you stay by my side, it does not matter if you are useful or not. I shall continue to take care of you, just like I always have.”
A slap resounded throughout the entire room, Izuku’s eyes watering with fury as he stared at his lover’s astonished expression.
“How dare you make me out to be some cheap whore who simply warms your bed Katsuki Bakugo. King or not, I never planned on simply rolling over and having you take care of me.”
The green eyed man was choking out sobs, fists clenched as he tried to show dignity for what may be the last time in front of his lover.
“I thought we were equals, that I would help you in your rule as King. I thought you trusted me.” Izuku looked closely at his king's face, looking for any signs of the man he had fallen in love with.
The blonde’s expression remained blank, faint traces of hurt and longing in his eyes “You must be confused, those were never my intentions, my love.”