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So this is his job now, a sex job, Izuku thinks. Iida made it seem like a secretary job, but it was really just for sex. And Izuku doesn't mind it. It's with a guy he’s been with already, who’s not rough with him, and he gets paid for it instead of scrambling to find a human every night—one who couldn't be dangerous and take advantage of his heat-drunk state.
"This is nice," he mutters, looking around. He sits on the couch for a few seconds, tapping his knee before getting up. He can't just sit and do nothing, even though he gets paid for that.
He walks around the home, humming at the decor that looks way older than he is, even older than his mom. Everything seems too real to be just decoration like it's straight out of a museum.
He touches a well-kept sword that looks like it belonged to a knight and hisses, pulling back quickly when he sees he has cut himself on something so dull, without even pressing hard.
But to cut this with his thick skin meant it wasn't just a normal sword—it had silver in it. The injury sizzles and closes instantly.
"Is everything here made out of silver?" he wonders aloud. He touches the armor, and yep, it burns his finger like hot fire.
"It is," he concludes. Every single decoration looks like it could kill him. Besides being a CEO, is Katsuki a guy who likes collecting relics that can kill him? Maybe staying here wasn't a good idea, even if the sex was.
If Katsuki is asleep, maybe Izuku can leave for lunch until he gets called back. He doesn't think it's safe having a few things that can kill him right there. He looks around and sees the coast is clear. Just as he puts his hand on the door handle to leave, he slams his face into a man’s back.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," the redhead says, turning around. "Name’s Kirishima Eijirou...Katsukis...bodyguard... Is there anything you need?"
Izuku looks behind him
"Uh, yes, I'm starving and-"
"Oh, I can bring you lunch," Kirishima offers, tilting his head.
"I’m actually thinking of going out for a lunch break. Katsuki is sleeping, and I see no point in staying since I'm not needed," Izuku explains.
Kirishima looks awkward momentarily before taking a deep breath and shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I was given strict orders to keep you here and bring you anything you need. Your job requires you to be 'attached to him.' Even if he’s sleeping, your lunch breaks will still be had here."
"Huh—uh...any reason why?"
"Just safety, that’s all. We’ll bring you lunch in a minute. Anything else you need?"
"...No."
"Great!" Kirishima closes the door, leaving Izuku even more confused. As the door shuts in his face, he lets out a confused breath and looks back at the apartment. He walks deeper into it, heading towards the hallway where the rooms are, skipping by Katsuki’s room where his coffin is (not that he knew that). He stares at the heavy wooden office doors.
Maybe there’s something he can do here? Fix papers? Clean up? But just as he’s about to open those doors, he takes a step back. If he had his ears out, they’d be pressed against his head. Something feels off about opening this door, and besides, he doesn’t want to get fired for snooping around.
If he had come in, he would've known the truth from the blood bags the vampire had lying around
So, he walks to what feels like a guest room. It has a clean, made bed with the curtains open to the large glass window, looking down on everyone with the sunlight of 10 AM
It's barely the middle of the day, and he’s already being offered lunch?
There’s a light rustling from outside and a knock. Somehow, they know exactly where he is without asking for his name. The logical part of his mind thinks this is the only guest room in the house, while the skeptical part imagines cameras everywhere.
But again, who would put cameras in a guest room?
“Come in,” Izuku says, sitting on the edge of the bed. Oh well, he would never say no to free food. Werewolves are naturally heavy eaters since shifting and trying to hide their ears and tails is a constant energy battle.
It showed he wasn't weak, given the way he had been working while also trying to hide his condition and getting just enough food to keep going.
"I should’ve come back to ask you what you wanted, but if you want something else, we can throw this out and start again," Kirishima said, showing him the plate with all sorts of meats, barely cooked and heavily pink in the middle.
"We had no way to contact you, so I couldn’t call. Do you need this to be cooked more? You want it well done?" he asked.
Izuku shook his head. Was he kidding? The meat of this high quality, still wet and juicy? He'd never pass that up. To someone else, it might seem questionable to eat meat like that, though some humans do prefer their meat semi-raw.
"It's okay!" Izuku said enthusiastically. Kirishima placed the plate on the study table, along with a glass of water, and nodded.
"I’ll leave you to it. When you’re done, I’ll be waiting by the door, just like last time," he said, giving him a toothy grin before leaving.
Of course, this wasn't a coincidence. Katsuki had prepared a few dishes he thought werewolves would enjoy, which were also still consumed by humans. He knew that if Izuku had the chance, he would hunt for a small bunny or deer with his pack like the books said they did.
Izuku wanted to kick his legs in delight when he tasted it. It reminded him of home just a little. He swore there had to be at least a few strands of fur still on it, which was great!
He needed to remember to call his mother and family after today. He feared he hadn't been doing it as often as he should.
He slurped on the meat, gnawing on it over and over, breaking the bones and licking out the marrow. It took him an hour to eat everything, not realizing it was purposely done like that to keep him busy, like a dog chew toy to keep them occupied.
He yawned and licked his sharp teeth to get rid of any strands of meat stuck to them, then stretched.
He was full, really full. When he raised his shirt, he saw he had a small bump from how much he had eaten. He let out a huff as he picked up the empty glass and plate, bringing them to Kirishima, who was still waiting by the door.
Kirishima was there to ensure nobody got in and nobody got out, but that hadn’t crossed Izuku's mind since he was so full he had to waddle.
"Katsuki should be up in a few hours. Would you like to stay back in the guest room and sleep off the food?" Kirishima asked. Without realizing it, they wanted him to get into a food coma, and it was working.
"Mhm," Izuku nodded as the door closed once again.
Sleep didn't sound bad anyway!
He waddled back to the room, slowly slumping onto the bed. He was careful not to lay down on his full stomach, making sure his pants were tight around his waist so his tail wouldn’t peek out. He fell asleep with a full stomach on the large bed.
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“Well... what am I seeing here?” Izuku opened his eyes to find Katsuki staring at him with hungry eyes, licking his lips.
“Sorry, I was napping...”
“Don’t apologize for that,” Katsuki said, stepping inside. He loosened his tie and threw it to the floor. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing by just laying there all vulnerable?” He moved to the side of the bed and reached out for Izuku, pressing his rough fingers to his lips. Izuku's breath hitched.
“Suck, and you better wet it good,” he ordered. And who was Izuku to say no? He pressed his thighs together as he sucked on the fingers, looking up at him.
“Keep your thighs open or I’ll do it myself.” In an instant, Izuku parted his thighs, looking at him in awe, trying his best not to make his tail wag.
Everything was so fuzzy, like it was real and yet it wasn't.
“You can be good, right, I-zu-ku?” Katsuki asked, and Izuku nodded fast. This felt just like the night he had his heat in, the great sex he had that night...! His eyes were practically shining as Katsuki removed his belt with one hand without an issue and sank his knees into the bed.
“Present,” Katsuki ordered, somehow knowing a werewolf command, but Izuku obeyed anyway. Izuku shifted to lay his head on the bed and raised his ass, looking at the vampire with lust, silently telling him to hurry. Those hands trailed up from his thighs, teasing him up to his underwear, moving it to the side to slide the wet finger inside.
“AH~”
“You’re wet already? Naughty boy, bad pup, bad.”
Why didn't he realize he was dreaming by how this sounded like a spicy (and a little bit cringy in dialogue) book he had read before?
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“Katsuki, are you listening?”
The blond snapped out of whatever he was thinking and stared at the screen in front of him. Ah, right, he was in a meeting. Fuck.
“Yeah, the Wi-Fi is shit, so send the recording to my email when done so I can review it,” he said, saving himself from the embarrassing situation.
He couldn’t help it; his attention had snapped away from the boring meeting when the camera inside the guest room detected constant movement. Yes, he had cameras installed in the guest rooms just to see what Izuku would be up to. Sue him.
He had woken earlier than Izuku, but instead of waking him up, he decided to use his time to attend meetings and respond to emails to have the rest of the day free.
He expected the wolf to look around and search for him due to the movement, but instead, Izuku clutched the bed sheets and pressed his thighs together while he slept. Izuku was having a wet dream right next to his room.
“I–I can be good, be good,” Izuku muttered in his sleep. Katsuki cocked his head, staring with amusement until a grin appeared on his face.
TBC