DKBK Tribal ABO

(TW: Noncon, Stockholm Syndrome)

In spite of himself, Katsuki could never forget that horrible night.
It was pure chaos as the omega desperately weaved through the forest. He could hardly tell apart the rapid thud of his heart and the heavy gait of the alpha in pursuit.
Even if he had reached the edge of the forest, there was no guarantee he would have been rid of the demon at his back. If the the crazed look in the man’s eye was any indicator of his resolve, the alpha would have chased him to the ends of the earth.
Still, with everything he had, Katsuki fought on. It was all he could do.

Even when his legs ultimately gave out on him, in a last ditch effort, he recalled scaling a tree. Katsuki only made it up the second branch before he was yanked down by the back of his pants.
To the bitter end the omega lashed out, clawing and biting at every bit of exposed flesh. But ultimately, he was no match for the alpha's raw power. He was quickly forced onto his stomach, face smashed into the forest floor.
The omega knew no one would save him, but that didn't stop him from screaming. As tears streamed down Katsuki’s cheeks, filth stuck to the wet surface of his face.
The feeling of being violated never truly left Katsuki. His nightmares often brought him back to that instant. He could still feel those large cold hands coursing over his body, the rough drag of the alpha’s cock inside of him.
No one could say Katsuki didn’t give it his all, but in the end the result was still the same. Katsuki was bunched up on the bare ground, plugged up and claimed.
Since then whenever Katsuki took off Deku never let him get too far. Every time, without delay, he was hoisted over the alpha’s back and carried back to camp like a carcass.
Katsuki never missed an opportunity to fight. With every step towards Deku’s home, Katsuki would holler and flail, digging his nails into the alpha until blood streamed down his black.
Unfortunately, up against sheer mass of alpha, Katsuki’s fury was ultimately rendered ineffective. The alpha would never fought back. Like he were a hostile child, the omega’s antics were mostly ignored.
On the trek back to Deku’s hut, no one would would so much as look in Katsuki and Deku’s direction. As if their interaction was common place, other’s conversations would go uninterrupted, continuing on with their days as if Katsuki was not screaming for his life.
His captor always spoke softly to him, even when the alpha bound his wrists and feet. Boiling over with rage and shame, Katsuki would often look away. More than anything, he loathed the feeling of being patronized.
As the weeks rolled on, Katsuki gradually became less confident in his ability to run off. While Katsuki’s breakaways grew more bold and ferocious, so too did the alpha wisen up to his methods of escape.
It got to the point where Katsuki would spend hours alone bound in the hut while Deku was away.

Still, the omega had to try everything. While Katsuki would never claim to be the most dignified of people, there were still boundaries he had never crossed.
Never once had he called upon his gods for the purpose of spite. And yet, under Deku’s custody, Katsuki found himself doing so on a daily basis.
The most vile and heinous words spewed from his mouth. The omega cursed Deku to the most torturous of deaths, but not before the alpha first experienced the pain he had inflicted upon Katsuki one thousand times over.
Although Deku did not understand the language of his people, Katsuki’s message was well conveyed in his tone and the hatred in his eyes.
Fighting with the alpha was no longer an option for Katsuki. He could no longer risk doing harm upon himself. It was a long shot, but if his behavior was consistently repulsive and wild, perhaps then, Deku would set him free.
Time was up against him. With every passing day the noose got tighter around his neck. Soon it would be too late. When Deku finally took notice of his disposition, all prospects of escape would be thrown aside.
It was almost comical how the gods had turned their back on him. The chief's beloved omega son, reduced to nothing more than a spoil of war.
Katsuki recalled seeing Deku a month prior to the attack. Alongside nine other alphas, the man had shown up in his mother's territory unannounced.
While a few of the elders had expressed concern, his mother was not phased. As soon as the group entered their village, She motioned toward Katsuki, his father, and a small group of alphas to follow as she set out to greet them.
The moment the group of foreign alphas came into view, Deku stuck out to Katsuki. Really, an alpha of his stature was hard to miss. With wild green hair and bulky frame, the omega's first impression was that the alpha was quite handsome.
He preferred a rugged quality in an alpha and the man was as rugged as they came. While his face gave away his youth, the alpha's body was in a prime state of development. Muscles chiseled and hard, Katsuki imagined the man could take on a bear.
When the alpha's gaze cast over him for the first time, immediately Katsuki felt unnerved and flustered. Very quickly, he turned his head and looked away.
Katsuki could sense bad blood between their group and the alphas of his tribe. As an omega he wasn’t privy to the details, but if he had to guess the tribes were in the midst of a territory dispute.
His mother had been brazen, pressuring other tribes out of their land through forceful intimidation. Many of the neighboring tribes had opted to pay a tribute in order to keep the peace.
Back then Katsuki didn’t think much of his tribe's practices. It wasn’t his place to concern himself with the issues of leadership. That was not his calling in life.
Although looking back, the appearance of Deku and his group was likely a show of force, it was easy for Katsuki to assume that Deku’s people would cave like the rest.
While a representative of the alpha group spoke to his mother, Katsuki worked up the resolve to face the green haired alpha head on. He wasn't shy and to act so bashful towards a stranger pissed him off.
When Katsuki finally turned towards the alpha, he was surprised to find the man staring back at him. As the two made eye contact, the man was quick to smile.
In turn Katsuki sneered, but that did not that didn't dissuade the other man. Indiscrete in his oggling, the man's eyes roamed over every bit of the omega's exposed flesh.
Katsuki folded his arms over the front, wishing he had worn a tunic or even his cape, anything to insulate himself from the alpha's leering. He was unused to such blatant attention. The alphas in his village were never so bold.
Within minutes a tingly warmth spread over Katsuki's entire body. It was such an odd sensation that left him as uncomfortable as he was terrified.
Glaring at the alpha, Katsuki internally cursed the man for making him feel so strange. When his father finally excused him from the visitors presence, he high tailed it out of there, heading straight for the river to cool off.
Every night the alpha would hold Katsuki close. It was their nightly ritual. Wrapping his arms around Katsuki's waist, Deku would pull the omega up into his chest until Katsuki was snug tight against him.
Of course, Katsuki would struggle, but ultimately Deku’s stubbornness would prevail. As he held on firmly to Katsuki’s hips, the alpha would speak directly into the omega’s ear. Only pausing to occasionally scent, Izuku would ramble on until eventually Katsuki wore himself out.
It went without saying that Katsuki didn’t sleep much at night. The alpha's proximity had always put him on high alert.
Every so often as Deku slept, his dick would harden and push up against Katsuki’s bum. For the omega, those nights were the worst.
Instances such as those, without fail, would send Katsuki into a panic. His body would become rigid. Locked tight into Deku’s embrace, there was little he could do to avoid the blunt contact.
Worst of all, if Katsuki moved too much, it would cause the alpha to roll his hips in his sleep.

It pained Katsuki to admit it to himself, but in truth he was afraid. The alpha had not bred him since that first time out in the woods.
Katsuki did not understand what kept Deku's urges at bay. And really he found no relief in the alpha's inaction. When it came down to it, Deku could have Katsuki if he wanted to. Being held in such a compromising position only drove the point further.
In those moonlit hours, the omega never felt more vulnerable and pathetic. Katsuki’s disdain for Deku ran deep, but what he hated most was the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop it all.

He was completely useless.
The omega would press his eyes tightly together to keep his tears from spilling over. The last thing he needed was for Deku to wake.
Deku was easy to read. Katsuki understood the desperate look in his eye and the longing in his touch. The alpha hoped Katsuki would reciprocate his feelings, that somehow they would become proper mates.
It was a preposterous and infuriating notion and yet, there was no other explanation for Deku's behavior.

Since the beginning the alpha had invested a great deal into his care. At meals, the omega was always given the better portion of whatever was available.
Although it increased the risk of escape, Deku regularly took him to the river to bathe. Katsuki was well clothed and never made to wear anything immodest.
If Katsuki were simply Deku's play thing what would be the point of it all? Surely there were more efficient means to that end.
On top of the quality care, there were other more deliberate actions Deku had taken to indicate his interest. To start, the alpha had given Katsuki a large collection of fur for his personal use.
While his parents were adept hunters, Katsuki never before had witnessed such a wealth of fur. It must have taken years to amass such a collection. All exquisite in texture and coloration, Deku’s pelts were absurdly soft.
The most impressive of all the furs in his collection was a bear pelt. The sheer size of the pelt astonished the omega. He had never seen a bear alive or dead with such beautiful, thick caramel fur.
Katsuki wondered: had his first assessment been accurate? Was Deku capable of taking on such a massive animal on his own?
As the seasons changed and the air grew colder, Deku would lay him on the bear pelt and pile up the furs around him. Set up as if Katsuki had nested on his own volition, there was an unmistakable look of satisfaction plastered on Deku’s face as he settled in beside the omega.
The entire ordeal made Katsuki sick to his stomach. However, being hogtied, there wasn't much the omega could do to break the illusion.
Katsuki was gifted well over a dozen necklaces. Crafted from teeth and bone, the omega could only assume they were the remains of the alpha’s kills.
The omega was given them one at a time. Upon completion, Deku would fasten the item around his neck. He always took care to find the right balance: not so tight, but not too loose as to slip off of Katsuki’s neck.
When Katsuki was left alone during the day he would gnaw at the thin strips of hide holding the necklace together until it would eventually fall apart. Without the use of his hands, it was a pain in the ass. However, Deku's inevitable disappointment somehow made it all worth it.
In due time Katsuki would be gifted a replacement. Interestingly enough, with each necklace Deku’s craftsmanship improved. Soon the alpha began incorporating more fine items like feathers and horn. There were even a few stone beads that he likely acquired in trading.
Katsuki continued to destroy the alpha's work until the day came when Deku made one to his liking. It was simple in design: a line of turquoise set in between large claws.
Lacking the delicate attributes of Deku's previous pieces, the necklace was bold and badass. Katsuki didn't quite understand why, but ruining the necklace just didn’t feel right.
The following day, upon discovering Katsuki had not destroyed the piece of jewelry, Deku was overjoyed. He was quick to sit Katsuki in his lap. Smiling and laughing, the alpha kissed him all over.
Katsuki fought it as best as he could, but he was no match for the Alpha's glee. Air thick with the scent of contentment, Katsuki put up with the alpha's doting.
Afterwards, Deku kept on making Katsuki jewelry. Having a better understanding of the omega's preference, he crafted additional necklaces, bracelets and even a pair of earrings.
In an odd way, Katsuki found Deku's efforts were reminiscent of his own tribe's customs.
In the springtime, alphas in his village would set out to court omegas. While posturing and gifting were the most common practices, an alpha would do just about anything to demonstrate their ability to provide.
Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder what the omegas of his village would think of Deku’s behavior. He loathed to admit, but most likely Deku's attention towards him would inspire envy.
Any omega would be impressed with Deku's generosity. The alpha had proven himself to be an excellent provider. There was no doubt he could support a large family with ease.
Even so, all of Deku’s gestures meant very little to the omega. Katsuki would have rather died than accept his position underneath the alpha.
He had seen it with his own eyes: Deku was a monster. The alpha's destructive capability, his cruelty: Katsuki wanted no part of it, not in this life or the next.
He repaid Deku's generosity with spite. To make up for the language difference, he was more loud and vehement in his cursing. Consistent in his antagonism, Katsuki spit on Deku when he least expected it.
Still, the alpha kept at it. While it enraged Katsuki to no end, it was to be expected. Afterall, A brute like Deku didn't understand the meaning of the word no. His body wasn't enough. Deku wouldn’t be satisfied until Katsuki was his omega in mind and spirit.
As time went on, Deku developed an obsession with Katsuki's stomach. Any time the alpha had a spare moment, he would sit between Katsuki's legs and press his face into the omega's abdomen.
Katsuki could feel the impression of the alpha’s smile in his flesh. Throat rumbling in contentment, Deku would scent and kiss the swell.
For Katsuki, the experience was just as unsettling as it was awkward. He had prided himself in being observant, and yet even he wasn’t exactly sure when Deku had caught on to his condition.
At no point had Deku treated him any different. There was no startling revelation, no glimmer of recognition in his eyes.
Had Deku known all along? Although the notion wounded Katsuki's pride, it made a great deal of sense considering the alpha's gentle treatment.

The omega no longer fought Deku’s touch. Being obstinate had become exhausting. And most importantly, it served no purpose.
Being so pregnant, escape was futile. While confident in his survival skills, Katsuki was no fool. In his delicate state the omega wouldn't stand a chance on his own in the middle of winter.
This left the omega with no other choice. He had to resign himself to captivity, at least temporarily.
From a practical perspective, toning down his antics made plenty of sense. Katsuki was better off conserving his energy. Whether the omega liked it or not, there were more pressing matters at hand. He owed it to the innocent growing inside of him to remain calm and healthy.
And yet, although sensible, the decision left a bitter taste in Katsuki’s mouth. To demonstrate submission in any form or fashion killed him. The lack of communication between alpha and omega meant Deku was free to interpret his actions as acceptance.
For months, escape had been Katsuki’s only objective. His tactics, while fruitless, had kept him occupied. Without ambition, his mind was a void, readily filled by destructive thoughts.
Up to that point, Katsuki had only acknowledged his trauma in an abstract sense. To go over the finer details would have been his undoing. Katsuki could not think of his parents without his heart rate accelerating. All memories of home left him trembling with nerves.
When Katsuki thought about the night he had been taken, his senses would overwhelm him. All of the muscles in his body would tighten up and it would become difficult to breath.
Katsuki's obsession with freedom had been his best means of coping, his lifeline. With nothing to divert his attention, he was torn apart from the inside out.
The omega was repeatedly victimized by his memories. In the midst of carnage and destruction, right before his eyes the only home Katsuki had ever known had gone up in flames. Early on he was taken captive by the enemy, forced to watch helplessly as his tribesmen were slain.
While he had not witnessed their end, in the aftermath Katsuki had seen what remained of his parents. Never before had the omega seen or heard of such disrespect. Deku's people were truly savage.
That night Katsuki's heart had been yanked out of his chest. What followed had been difficult for Katsuki to process, however, in comparison to genocide, to be abducted and defiled was merely salt in a wound.
If it meant protecting the people he loved, the omega was sure he could have endured anything. Stricken with grief, Katsuki would retroactively barter with his gods.
If only to give his parents a proper send off, Katsuki would have accepted Deku, the bond, and everything that came with it.
Plagued by the past, Katsuki soon fell into a depression. What was the point in moving when he lay on the floor restrained? There was no need to speak when no one understood. Deku hand fed him; his only responsibility was to chew and swallow.
It was not like him to take his life for granted. However, in moments of weakness, Katsuki’s mind would wander into uncomfortable territory.
Perhaps it would have been better if he had died alongside his parents. When the omega closed his eyes he could see it: his head beside theirs on the long row of spikes.
In response to Katsuki's change in temperament, Deku in turn loosened his restrictions. It started with minor adjustments: reduced tension in his bindings, arms tied in the front as opposed to around his back. Eventually Deku did away with restraints altogether.
There was no point to it, really. Katsuki was too big to run off anyway.

Every so often Deku would take Katsuki out for a stroll around the village. Bundled up from head to toe, the alpha would lead him by the small of his back.
It was a steep trade, tolerating the alpha's obsessive doting in exchange for an opportunity to stretch his legs. Unfortunately there was no way around it. Any more time spent confined to the hut and Katsuki was sure he would go mad.
As the two walked together, Deku would drone on in a near whisper. Katsuki figured that man wasn’t speaking to him. Rather, Deku had a habit of vocalizing his inner thoughts.
In his captivity Katsuki had picked up a word here and there. Still, very little that spewed from the alpha’s mouth made much sense.
Katsuki got the impression that Deku liked showing him off. When speaking to others, the alpha’s face would light up as he made gestures towards the omega. Jovial and proud, Deku’s arm would snake around his waist, cradling the omega’s stomach from the side.
With broad smiles, Deku’s tribesmen readily expressed their interest in Katsuki and his swollen form. All were eager to feed him and gift him small comforts.
Regardless, no matter how welcoming Deku’s people appeared, Katsuki refused to play pretend. Growling whenever anyone got too close, he would turn his nose to their offers.
On their walks, Katsuki would occasionally spot survivors from his own village. The distance kept between them was likely intentional as he was never close enough to interact.

To his surprise, a majority of the survivors he observed were older omegas and their children.
Katsuki found a sliver of relief in watching the young children fool around in the snow. Before he had assumed that the raiders had only spared unmated omegas. There was some comfort in knowing the cruelty of Deku’s tribe had been discriminatory.
On one occasion, Katsuki spotted a previously unmated omega from his tribe. She was in a state similar to his own: round with child, being toted around by an alpha.
Only, from afar the woman seemed to be taking it better. Hands rested atop her belly, the woman appeared to soak up all of the alpha’s attention with a grin.
Katsuki's face twisted in disgust. She was just like a dog, playfully rolling over in submission, a traitorous fool.

Had she forgotten what the heathens had taken from them? And what of her fallen kin? Had their deaths meant so little to her? Katsuki was sickened to his core.
Picking up Katsuki’s agitated pheromones, Deku was quick to coddle. The alpha nuzzled into his hair, putting out a calming scent to counteract the omega's distress.
As expected, Deku’s affections were poorly received. In his heightened emotional state, the omega dug his elbows into Deku’s gut.
Katsuki swore to himself that he would never buy into their deceit. The warmth and civility projected by Deku and his tribe were nothing more than a farce; a clever act to facilitate the subjugation of his people.
For a short while Katsuki had no choice but to accept his position in life. However, it was an existence devoid of joy. Deku would never be anything more than his captor. The foreign lands he had been confined to would never be his home.
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