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The fantasy books always say werewolves and vampires can never get along, and some would be right. Vampires think werewolves are too loud and don't like the way some smell, thinking of them as nothing but dogs. Werewolves think vampires are too cocky, too full of themselves.

Whole different lifestyles and family dynamics the only thing they have in common is how they keep it to their own kin and hide from humans. But at this point, vampires have been around for so long that they might be part of it to keep control for a while now. What else can you do when you live forever?

Well, it doesn't matter, what matters is, that werewolves and vampires hate each other, they can never be friends, ever! But when Katsuki and Izuku met, he wasn't a vampire nor he a werewolf.

The human sweat, loud music, and pressing against bodies made it seem like the two were nothing like two normal people. Izuku rocked his hips against the pale guy, too intoxicated to blush or hide away, and the blond did nothing but grin like a madman as he grabbed Izuku by the back of his shirt to pull him towards him even more.

The music got louder and the two got closer and closer, and Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the throat, sending the smaller man into small moans that if it wasn't for the music you would pass them off as small 'awoos'.

Funny that in their world, holding someone by the neck has the same importance and message.

“Let's take it to my room,” Katsuki offered, licking Izuku’s throat, Izuku responded with a rumble, pressing his growing imprint against Izuku’s backside, and the green hair nodded quickly.

The two could barely contain each other in the car, but they shouldn't have to. The car that Katsuki owned was a private limo, and the moment they started getting handsy, the driver raised the screen to give them privacy.

They fondled each other over their clothes but did nothing more than that. No, their good time would be in the privacy of the private hotel room.

The warning signs of just how rich this stranger was hadn't hit Izuku's head just yet, just that he smelled of rich cologne, so strong that it was trying to hide something. Not letting it sink how Katsuki was somehow able to afford a love hotel up in the skyscrapers with an amazing view and a bathroom whose wall had a glass to peek in while they showered in the bath.

In that moment full of high sensation and kisses that made Izuku’s head somehow even fuzzier he didn't feel the two prickles on his neck because he was busier getting stuffed instead

**

Izuku sat up, his body was sore, but that was to be expected. Yet, despite the intensity of yesterday, he barely felt any hip pain—or pain at all. It was as if he had been given a massage before being left, but he knew that would be too much to expect from a one-night stand.

Remarkably, he wasn't sticky, nor were the bedsheets dirty, indicating that while he slept, the stranger had bathed him and washed his sheets.

Woah… If only he had gotten to know this man better, he could have used him more often for his heats since he seemed so careful and understanding, unlike many others he'd been with.

Last night had been amazing. They had been everywhere, in all positions. He was thankful he was too drunk for that fact to haunt him for the rest of his life. He stretched, raising his arms high, feeling the satisfying crack of several bones in his spine and arms. He sighed in relief as he lowered his hand, ears twitching at the sound of crinkling paper. He looked down to see a neatly written note on the other side of the bed.

"All your clothes have been dry-cleaned and folded. They are on the dining table. I also left you $20 in case you don't want to eat breakfast at the hotel's cafeteria. I booked 2 extra hours for you... that should be around 11 AM so you can shower and eat without rushing. 

You have nice hips

-KB"

He stared with wide eyes. This felt nothing like a cheap hookup, not with the care this guy had taken to ensure everything was handled and taken care of. His fluffy tail wagged as he read the note over and over again before looking around the room to finally see where he was.

It felt like a dream! He thought as he examined his arms, covered in bites as expected from humans. He'd never believe they were from a vampire since most of the bite marks showed human teeth—except for one place he couldn't see, mostly healed by now, a special spot on the side of his neck that would soon be gone thanks to the special saliva a vampire possesses.

The werewolf forced himself to sit up, holding onto the bed for a few seconds until he gained enough strength to walk to the bathroom. He also had to thank his healing capabilities for allowing him to walk as if nothing had happened, with no migraine from drinking.

His tail swung from side to side as he filled the tub with water and added a special bath bomb offered by the hotel that turned the water a beautiful blue color. He sighed in relief as he sank in, staring outside. The good thing about the glass wall, apart from it being perfect, was that he could see outside and take a breather. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for him—a stranger spending so much money on a hookup—that he might as well savor it.

After showering, he dressed in his neatly folded clothes that smelled pleasant to his sensitive nose and went downstairs to eat the free breakfast the hotel offered. He had no idea why the guy, whose name he barely remembered, had mentioned him not liking the food when it was one of the best he'd eaten since moving to the city.

Rich people are pickier, he guessed. Not him, though. He was used to eating raw meat that his stomach could handle.

**

“Come back soon,” a man said, tipping his hat as Izuku walked out, bundled up in the sweater he had brought in a shoulder bag. He was so used to doing these types of things that he knew he should bring extra clothes just in case.

If only he could afford to, Izuku thought as he walked past the black cars dropping people off, each costing more than what it would take him 20 years to save up. Oh well, at least he got to experience this.

He arrived at his job just in time, for the first time in months being able to take his time to go to work after spending his heat with someone. Some humans just left him broken, and then he had to rush out to check out and eat something—everything went so smoothly here.

The perks of being rich, except he only felt it for a brief period of time.

He sighed as he cracked his back, sliding his company-issued ID into the machine to clock in and check the instructions for each employee. He worked for the Bakugo family, the only place in this expensive side of the city that paid him a living wage.

He, along with other employees, kept the place clean and checked guests in and out. Izuku had been here for three years or so, and not once had he seen the two in charge, Mitsuki and Masaru.

But he didn't need to. As long as he got paid to clean up bathrooms or handle the dining area, he’d do it. It was enough to keep his body happy for a few hours until his heat inevitably made him needy again.

If only he wasn't one workday away from losing his home, he would be laying in his bed all day, spending the heat week without a break. 

He happily hummed as he cleaned the already cleaned and fancy bathrooms on the lower floors. The Bakugous didn't cut corners in this place.

He worked until the sun was setting and it was almost time for him to leave. His body temperature was rising, and if he hadn't been working in a room full of humans, they would know he was in heat—how embarrassing!

He let out a shaky sigh as he passed two workers, giving a small muffled hello from behind his mask. He started wearing it when he noticed his expression had been getting all red and flustered, not wanting to be put on unpaid sick leave. He would try not to look sick at all!

“Where is the waiter?!” one of the staff asked as Izuku passed by with his yellow cleaning cart.

“She took a day off,” another member said, crossing her arms. “You go,” she hissed.

“No way,” the other man replied, shaking his head. “One bad move and they’ll fire you so fast.”

The two-eyed Izuku was limping to the tiny closet to put his cleaning supplies away. The only thing repeating in his head was his desire to go home quickly.

“Midoriya!” Izuku snapped his head to where he was called.

“Can you do us a favor?” the woman asked, clasping her hands together, and he confusedly went to them.

“You need to bring this dish to these three guests,” the man said.

“Um— I'm actually leaving in 2 minutes, and I'm not paid overtime,” he said softly. At another time, he would have helped, but right now, he needed to go home and make a nest!

“Please!” he pushed a plate into Izuku’s hand, and Izuku looked uncomfortable.

“They're really important, and we trust you more than us.”

“Guys…I can't,” he tried to put the plate back in their cart. He wanted to leave, please let him leave.

“What is happening here?” Iida asked as he came out of the room, having been talking to these important guests Izuku had no idea who they were.

Just as Izuku was about to hand over the plate to the other guy, he didn't make any attempts to catch it, and the four people watched as the plate fell to the ground, shattering everywhere. Everyone's breath hitched as the dinner that took an entire day to make lay on the floor, filled with shards of expensive china, destroyed.

The man took a step back

"How could you do this??!" pointing at him, blaming him in front of them for dropping the plate, not himself.

Oh. Oh, Izuku’s life is ruined.

"Midoriya!" Iida snapped at him

It is, in fact, more than ruined, and it's horrible. He can barely say a word or two from how sick he feels. His job flashes in front of his eyes, and he can't do anything but stay there in shock as he gets scolded like some sort of child by the manager.

The door slams open, and the smell of the forest from the rich cologne clears his head enough to react. He gets on his knees and scrapes the pieces of plate and food with his hand to throw them into the trash can attached to the cart, flinching as the tiny shards get straight into his skin

“What is taking the food so long to get here?!” a voice boomed, but Izuku didn't look up.

“Please excuse him, Midoriya has dropped the lady of the house's food, and he’s going to be handled immediately,” Iida said as he pushed his glasses back. Izuku looked up, panting and in shock. Their eyes met, and the smell of blood hit the blond's nose.

“You,” he mutters under his breath.

TBC

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Izuku said quickly, "I wasn't supposed to keep working—my shift was about to end, but these two didn't want to send the food themselves, and when I was going to give the plate back, he didn't pick it up.”

“Quiet, Midoriya. Do you know who this man is?” Iida, his supervisor, demanded. “He’s the son of Mitsuki and Masaru. There’s no point in lying to the son of the head of the house just for some sympathy.”

Izuku’s head was /painfully/ pushed down by Iida. Despite his hands bleeding, he was forced to look down at the floor and not into those red eyes. His fingers trembled, not from the cold, but he still scraped at the pieces of glass with his hands.

“Stop that,” Katsuki ordered, and Iida's body froze from the command. “You’re getting blood on the ground,” he reprimanded. Sweet, good blood made Katsuki's nostrils flare up, and Iida gasped, throwing napkins at Izuku’s face like he was some sort of dirty mutt.

Katsuki's presence immediately changed the atmosphere of the hallway as his eyes narrowed. Izuku, still on his knees trying to pick up the shattered pieces, felt fear, but more about what would happen to Iida.

“It’s okay, sir. I’m sorry for his incompetence; he will be handled and fired immediately,” Iida stated, and Izuku's breath hitched.

There it goes, after years of working hard to keep this job, it was so easily lost. Now he'd have to take 2-3 jobs to make what he did at this place.

“Handled? By whose authority?” Katsuki’s voice was calm, making even Iida hesitate for a moment.

“I—Sir, the food was for your mother, and it’s company policy to—”

Katsuki cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. “Company policy doesn’t include humiliating someone over an accident, does it?” His gaze shifted to Izuku, softening slightly. “You, stand up. You don’t clean messes you didn’t make.”

Izuku looked up, his eyes wide with confusion. Slowly, he stood, his hands still trembling. “Thank you, um... sir,” he murmured, almost inaudible.

Katsuki then turned to the staff who had been ready to blame Izuku. “And clean that up, we don't want dirty blood staining everything,” he ordered

The other staff members nodded quickly, murmurs of apology bubbling under their breath. Katsuki’s gaze then returned to Iida, who was now visibly struggling to maintain his professional look.

“As for the meal, I trust a replacement can be arranged swiftly?” Katsuki’s tone was not a question but an order.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Bakugo. Right away,” Iida managed, turning on his heel to start the preparation of a new dish from the chef

Katsuki then gently grabbed Izuku’s arm, guiding him away from the broken china and spilled food. “Come with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

For a brief second, Izuku completely forgot that his heat would start in around five minutes or so. And sure, this was the same man he had spent the best night with, but this time he didn't feel like he’d be able to hide his tail and ears.

“Actually, I have to go,” Izuku let go, even though his body was begging him to stay, but his secret couldn't come out.

"What—"

"Bye!" Izuku said, gripping his mask and running out, leaving Katsuki speechless as his dinner just walked out on him for the first time in his life.

Izuku didn’t need a coat when he got out of the warm building. One reason was that his heat was acting up and left him feeling like he was boiling, and the other was because he was raised in the mountains where it always snowed; this was nothing, even if his clothes were thin.

For now, he had bigger things to worry about, like the slick running down his thighs making him walk faster to his home down the street.

"...What the fuck," Katsuki muttered, baffled by the sudden leave
His food was gone and hurt, and now he felt like he had been toyed with and left hungry

When he walked back to the hallway he saw Iida giving out orders to the rest

“You two, what are you still dilly-dallying around for? Serve Katsuki and Masaru or you two are getting fired as well, no exceptions,” Iida commanded the two staff members who gulped and scrambled to push the cart inside the room.

In the end, they have to do their job and cover for Izuku's job loss.

“Well, that’s that,” Iida says as he fixes his tie, glancing at Katsuki who was still staring down at his hand. Fucking hell, he was too shocked that anybody would ever dare to just ditch him that he didn't follow after him

He smelled sweet, just as good as his blood. “Sir… your mother's food replacement is being made as we speak, please go back inside,” Iida says.

Katsuki closes his hand. “What’s his name?” he asked, and Iida glanced up at him.

“Excuse me?” he asked. “The name of the guy you think you’re going to fire. Midoriya what?” he repeated. He had completely forgotten about it yesterday; then again, are you really going to ask the name of your one-night stand? What’s the point, they're both there to get something out of it.

He usually couldn't care less about a human he had sex with.

But Katsuki has never tasted blood so addicting and had such favorable sex.
There’s nothing wrong with keeping an eye closer on him.

“Izuku Midoriya? Sir, but why—” Katsuki didn’t answer. “He’s not fired, and he won’t be fired,” he said, his eyes getting darker.
“But—”

“If you ever dare to cross him again, I will not rest until my parents have you expelled or killed for your blatant disregard of my commands. We both know the hag would take my word over a low-tier vampire like you," He snarled, his gaze piercing Iida

His eyes were wide with shock as he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Low-tier?” Iida managed, his voice tinged with disbelief, but he quickly silenced himself

"But sir, I've been loyal to this house for centuries. That human is nothing—weak and insignificant, just like the rest, incapable of—"

"So?" Bakugou’s voice cut through the air, dismissive and cold as he tilted his head, his expression unreadable yet clearly uninterested.
"Do as I've commanded. Keep him on. Don't even think about the thought of dismissal," he commanded, his stare intense and unyielding. It was clear to both that Bakugou held the upper hand, formidable enough to turn any argument or confrontation in his favor without a doubt.

“Yes…sir,” Iida lowered his head in submission.
“And find out everything there is to know about him.”

Iida nodded again, and Katsuki gripped the stained blood napkin in his pocket. “You’re excused, and hurry up about my mom's food, will ya?” He walked back inside the dining room, and the lower-tier vampire let out a grunt.

Katsuki was given the information about Izuku along with his dinner as if it wasn’t the strangest thing in the world.

The file was placed next to his napkin and fork as if it were a normal menu.

Masaru and Mitsuki didn't bat an eye; instead, they continued to eat. It isn't weird for those who live for centuries to find a human they take an interest in here and there. Might as well have fun when you will live almost forever, right?

Katsuki opened the file to reveal Izuku’s photo as well as all there was to know about him. One mention detailed that he had lived up in the mountains with his family and moved to the city a few years ago, alone. It didn’t mean anything about being a werewolf when everything looked to be ordinary.

In a highlighted section, it showed his address. He seemed to be living in a poor part of the city, which made Katsuki wonder if the human's blood would taste better if he lived in a better environment. He sliced through the barely cooked cow meat, letting the blood ooze out as he took a bite. Now that he had tasted the best blood he had ever tasted, he just couldn’t let this human go. Never.

He should pay him a visit

**

Katsuki blended with the dark of the night. Despite his size and his looks, nobody batted an eye; he was barely noticed even though he was a popular model for one of the hag's companies. At least one person in the whole group should know who he is, constantly in the top ones in magazines and so on.

But when he didn’t want to be seen, it was so easy for him to do so. He followed the address and saw it was up on almost the top floors. He sighed, considering what a bother it would be, yet he jumped higher than anyone could ever imagine up to the balcony, foiled with grassroots covering the bars of the railing.

With a disgusted look, his feet levitated from the ground; now, he didn’t have to step on anything he didn’t want to.

He had followed the human, stalking even; he wasn’t going to stop just because the ground was dirty. He stared from the outside in, seeing the human asleep on the bed because of how exhausted he was; it was 3 AM by then. He was naked, even with the cold and the snow, and given how dirty and old this apartment building looked, there didn't seem to be a lot of heating. Yet the human remained warm—and he could tell because the blanket only covered one of his legs.

He chuckled to himself as he watched him with amusement. He couldn’t help it; seeing something so helpless... he could bite right straight into that inner thigh and taste that good blood again.

He gulped from how good it must probably taste again but held himself back, placing his gloved hand on the glass. His smile shifted to one of confusion when he saw something twitch on the man’s head.

Is that… wolf ears?

Izuku frowned and turned around, showing the tail wagging as he slept, and Katsuki’s whole world just crumbled.

He had sex with a werewolf?!

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Those red eyes stared from the outside, touching the glass. Without a proper invitation, he was not allowed in, and the guy seemed too poor to afford a welcome mat. He scowled, his gaze trailing down to the omega’s inner thighs, exposed for anyone—and more importantly, for him—to see.

He could sink his teeth into that. The smell of the blood confirmed it was him from that night—the guy who had the best blood he had ever tasted.

But it was from a werewolf. It didn’t take two seconds to know that what he did wasn’t banned by an old vampire law or anything, but you’re not supposed to... but the blood, though. After tasting that, he didn’t think he could go back to the old stuff, to the artificial or normal blood.

It had to be his. Besides, do they want him to starve because he can’t be picky? No, of course not.

Looking up at the moon, then back to the werewolf, the vampire's eyes fell upon the sex toys scattered around. The omega must be in heat, using whatever means necessary to ease the torment of the first day

He wouldn’t care as much if it wasn’t for the blood it provided if he chose to stay close to him. Licking his lips, the pale vampire saw Izuku stirring.

He quickly moved back into the shadows, hiding. Izuku opened his eyes, seeing the empty balcony, and yawned, not suspecting a thing. The stress of his heat took over, and he drifted back to sleep, unaware that he had caught the attention of a vampire or before he could dwell on how he had lost his job and could barely afford to live.

Oh well, in the end, he knew he had his pack to fall back on.

It just sucked that he would lose it, that he couldn’t do something for himself, and would have to go back to depending on his family.

But it’s okay; they love him, and he loves them too.

**
“After a thorough examination, we decided not to sign the papers to fire you. Instead, we saw the blame with the man and woman from yesterday, as they were the ones who forced their work on you when your shift had already ended. You are welcome to return to working for the Bakugou family if you wish,” Iida said, his voice strained.

“Why’s that?” Izuku asked, shocked. He had come back to gather his things, expecting to be told to never show his face again. Instead, Iida was practically begging him not to quit and even offered a nice bonus to persuade him to stay—a bonus that would cover his rent for three months.

“Because my job was on the line if you got fired,” Iida finally admitted. Izuku bit his lip, confused about all of this. There was no reason for the Bakugou family to care about an issue like this. Izuku could not even afford a lawyer, given how unjust it was to fire him because of two other people. So why...?

“Why they would fire me because of someone like you doesn’t make sense,” he said, more to himself than to Iida.

“The master of the house’s son, Katsuki Bakugou, is the one who insisted on this. He holds a lot of power and influence. When he found out about your...situation, he demanded that it be rectified.”

Iida continued, “Bakugou-sama has a reputation for being ruthless and uncompromising. His word is law within the Bakugou family and the company.”

Izuku remembered the intensity of Katsuki's presence, the way he commanded respect and fear without even trying.

It was clear now why Iida was so scared. Losing his job would mean more than just unemployment; it would mean falling out of favor with someone as powerful as Katsuki Bakugou.

And not that Izuku knows, but if iida gets fired he'll lose his access to freely given donated blood and he'll have to look around like a stray

Izuku eyed the black card with the money inside. “Sure, I’ll start my job then,” he said, reaching out to take it. Pride? What pride? Sure, he was a werewolf, and they had pride, but honestly, money made him feel better than pride. Being able to afford rent and a little toy for his collection brought him happiness.

But just as he was about to take the card, Iida yanked it back. “And also, your job has changed, and so will your pay to accommodate for it,” he said. Izuku pulled his hand back, looking confused.

“My…job?”

“You will be the assistant to the master of the house's son, or rather, you just stay there and look pretty while I keep doing the actual job,” Iida said bitterly, handing the card back. Izuku slowly took it from his hands, skeptical that Iida wouldn’t yank it away again.

“Look pretty while you do your job? I’m sorry, Iida, but there has to be a catch to that.”

“There is one, I’m afraid but im not allowed to tell it to you. You caught his eye, and nobody can say no to him,” Iida said, gripping his pen and clipboard.
“Don’t worry, everything will remain strictly an employee and boss-relationship.”

That seemed kind of hard to believe, especially since they had already had a one-night stand. But if he got to sit and look pretty instead of cleaning bathrooms for a living and still get paid more, why would he say no?

The warning signs were there, sure. But the black card and the new job offer sounded amazing, and if things went beyond an employee and boss relationship, he wouldn’t mind it, he's not a human, he doesn't go by their moral code or their way of thinking

He would get his needy heats taken care of and good money...

“Okay.”

“Okay? You’re not going to question it? Just a little?”
“Hm, no.”

Izuku had lived with his pack most of his life, only recently moving to the big city to prove he could live independently without his parents and family's help. As a result, he often missed red flags and remained clueless about many things.

“...Right. Go along now—oh, and here’s the special key you’ll need. Our boss is waiting for you in his study at the top floor.” Iida threw Izuku the keys to the elevator. Izuku caught them quickly thanks to his werewolf senses, only to fumble them in his hands and drop them.

Iida let out a loud groan, viewing Izuku as nothing but a bother—a bother he was stuck with because Katsuki wasn't letting him go. Izuku scrambled to pick up the keys and inserted them into the elevator, which began ascending to levels he’d never been allowed on before.

As the elevator climbed higher, he gazed in awe at the view outside through the glass, his tail wagging slightly even with limited movement.

Yes, his tail was out. He wasn't very good at hiding it during his heat week. It took a lot of strength, and he preferred to use that strength to control his ears. He took a deep breath as the elevator climbed higher and higher until—

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, revealing those red eyes looking down on him, the same eyes he remembered from the dark, flashing lights of the bar where he had been looking for a one-night stand. It really was the same man.

“Come in,” the man ordered, and Izuku followed, noting the clean smell instead of the tight spaces the workers were forced to walk in.

“I thought you’d be in your study.”

“I changed plans,” Katsuki replied. He couldn’t wait to see Izuku, to see the veins in his neck. Just thinking about the blood made his lips water. “Iida filled you in on everything, right?”

“Sit tight and look pretty?”

“Yep,” Katsuki replied, popping the ‘p’. “Pretty much.”

Izuku could never guess Katsuki was a vampire. How could he? He was out in the daylight with the blinds open, letting in as much natural light as possible. He had a reflection in the mirror—nothing out of the ordinary.

Izuku looked around and noticed the apartment was a mess, despite Katsuki running a manor for their most important guests. His room was covered in shirts and pants thrown on the floor.

“When are we having it?” Izuku asked, his eyes slowly going back to the vampire.

“Ah?”

“Sex. When are we having it?” he asked. Katsuki looked shocked for a brief second, not expecting this question from someone who seemed so timid and scared. Was Izuku actually a little freak? Or was it because he was a werewolf and near his heat?

Also, sure Izuku is clueless, but he knows humans dont 'be pretty' his dam had explained to him humans always want something, and hey, he needed something too

Who was Katsuki to judge? All he cared about was that he’d be able to drink sooner than expected. One little kiss with his saliva full of pheromones to make Izuku sleepy, and he’d be able to dig his fangs into his neck, inner thigh, wrist—anywhere he wanted, and the other wouldn’t know a thing.

“We can have it at night,” he said, inching closer to trail his long nail over Izuku’s neck, eyeing the tiny red dots that looked like mosquito bites.

“And we can have it every night, every time we want.”

Izuku’s eyes flashed green for a brief moment, something a human wouldn’t have noticed.

Izuku thought about the situation: he’d get a heat partner and money. It was great for someone like him. Maybe he could even start sending money back to his pack so they could afford upgrades (not that the pack house they lived in wasnt grand and majestic) and toys for the pups.

“Just at night?” Izuku asked.

Katsuki snorted, pulling his hand back before yawning, looking tired. “I was out in a meeting all night,” he lied. “So I’m tired. Make yourself at home. You get paid for it anyway.” He waved off the werewolf and went to his room, leaving Izuku feeling a bit...horny.

Izuku shifted in place, pressing his thighs together and taking a shaky breath.

His boss was a tease, but he just huffed, taking deep breaths to keep his ears from popping out. The idea of having sex every time sounded like heaven to him because he wouldnt need to find a different partner every night, and since Katsuki was a human, there was no need to wear a condom, even at his highest peak when he could get pregnant.

Surely, there would be no consequences.

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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.

**

“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?

---

“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

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