#bkdk #sfw #angst #gore (Soulmate series part 1!)

Katsuki was cursed in his past life. His decision to steal a precious golden ring for his lover, Izuku, which was meant as an offering for the gods, led to not only his eternal demise, but his lover’s too.

Their previous plight lays in the past, now forgotten in a sand storm constantly washing away their footsteps. Katsuki always felt there was something important he forgot, the sensation dancing upon his tongue like a melting snowflake or perhaps a single grain of sand.

The roaring of the crowd has him apprehensive. This anguish stirring deep within the pit of his stomach has refused to be tamed, licking at his heels like hungry demons itching to devour his flesh. It refused to be quenched by mere wines, foods, or women,

and now here he is, entering the coliseum for what may be the last time.

Ever since his master acquired him through a trade, they speak of freedom and what will come of his triumph. Unfortunately for them, Katsuki is too smart for their deceitful game.

They’ll kill him long before he becomes truly free.

The metal gate doors creak open and Katsuki rises from his bench. His master opted him to wear less armour than before, hoping he’ll be struck and they won’t have to lift a well manicured finger to dispose of him.

Sand shifts through the soles of his sandals and heat breaks across his muscled torso. It warms every inch of his form except for the small patch of armour across his left pectoral.

The crowd of thousands cheer in a crazed frenzy,

hands in the air or shouting obscene things to those within the arena. Katsuki doubts highly they would do such a thing if they experienced the hardships of close combat for the purpose of entertainment.

Several additional men flow in through the other gates,

all differing in size and strength. Katsuki has learned to be weary of the smaller men as they tend to be quick, nimble to a fault and will most likely kill you if underestimated. The larger men are slow and Katsuki finds himself gravitating toward them as he

is faster than most of them combined.

They met in front of the governor’s box, a place where the governor and his wife can observe and still command. As Katsuki raises his gaze, his eyes snap to an emerald head of hair,

waving peacefully in the light wind and cooling in the veranda’s shade. The emerald hair is attached to a boy he has never seen before in his year of fighting in the Pompeii arena.

His unblemished skin litters itself with dainty freckles along his cheeks

and his exposed shoulders. His emerald eyes shift from looking off into the clear sky to the ground of fighters below and Katsuki’s heart stops when their eyes meet.

For a moment, the unbearable feeling of anguish, of incompleteness fades away,

leaving him whole for the first time in his entire life. He takes in the boy’s form and his flowing purple robes accented with golden bands and a cinching gold waist piece.

Katsuki has never seen anyone more angelic.

The angel’s eyes go wide as they drift to Katsuki’s left.

The blond instinctively raises his sword in time to counter a strike by a bulking man.

Katsuki had been staring so much that he hardly noticed the governor, a tall, curly haired man, give the signal for them to commence to match.

The heaviness of incompleteness sweeps across his frame as Katsuki skillfully ducks under the larger man’s sword to slice open his exposed stomach. Organs such as the small intestine and his colon slip free from their muscled bounds and smack sickly into the sand.

Katsuki tries not to linger as he glances up to the green haired boy observing from the governor’s stand. Their eyes meet for the second time and Katsuki turns to greet his next opponent.

The tiny man circling him with a dagger licks at his lips similar to a rabid dog,

gnawing at the bit to attack in not only fear, but blood lust. Katsuki brings his weight to his toes and waits for the other man to approach him.

His black hair is nothing but a dot when Katsuki blinks and the next second the small man is by his side.

The blond side steps, taking unpredictable turns to gain some distance and that’s when he strikes.

The small man halts his advancement and winces in pain. His grey eyes glance down at his now seeping wound that leaks around the rusting metal sword lodged in his chest.

Katsuki runs at him and quickly yanks the sword from his fallen opponent before he even touches the ground.

Some would see his actions as ruthless, merciless, and cruel, but he sees it as mercy. He would want someone to end it quickly, taking his life and ending his pain.

He just hopes that the emerald eyed angel in the governor’s box thinks the same.

Katsuki snatches the fallen man’s knives and slips them into his pocket before moving onto the next opponent.

The battle runs long, blurring into periods of screaming,

blood, and scattered organs. Katsuki pants, circling the last man standing. He can picture all the ways he’d take this man down, either taking his head clean off or perhaps slicing his heel and stabbing him through the heart.

He stands in similar stature to Katsuki,

He never thought he’d have to fight someone so similar in the end, yet here he is, breathing heavily in the midst of victory or defeat.

His opponent stands clad in more amour than Katsuki was afforded, wielding an axe and a shield. He could dodge Katsuki’s blows and

attack simultaneously, making him a tricky opponent and deadly.

Katsuki’s eyes find themselves trailing back up to the governor’s box, catching the gaze of the green haired angel. He has his hands clasped together in a makeshift prayer,

mumbling to himself all the while staring deeply into Katsuki’s crimson eyes. It doesn’t occur to Katsuki that the angel was praying until his deadly opponent strikes.

He throws the axe, allowing it to cascade from his palm and toward Katsuki’s head.

he blond grunts and jumps to the side instinctively. The blow from the side catches him off guard as well as the man uses his shield to crash into Katsuki’s side. They tumble into the sandy dirt, painting themselves in brown smears and patches.

They both leap to their feet, only one of them having the quickness to attack at that very moment.

The dagger Katsuki picked up from one of his previous opponents glides through the air and lodges itself in the man’s right shoulder,

slicing his skin and the muscle in his dominant arm. The man howls in pain, being quick to take the knife from his person and stupidly chucking it to the ground.

Katsuki advances, swinging his sword at the man, disregarding the shield barricading him from his last kill.

The man falter’s under each strike and struggles immensely to place his defenses back up in time for Katsuki’s next blow.

Katsuki’s muscles thrums with each strike and struggles to put up a fight against his enemy’s constant defensive blocking. The man finally loses his shield,

having it tumble to the side and lodge in the sand of the arena. The man gasps, diving for his shield in an attempt to cover himself from attacks when Katsuki strikes.

Katsuki’s bloodied sword impales the man through his back, slicing through multiple ribs and

eventually his fast beating heart. He dies almost instantly, blood pouring and staining the sandy ground in a deathly mural.

He looks up toward the angel one last time, ignoring the governor almost completely. There is an expression of relief on his face, staring down at

staring down at Katsuki with nothing but positive emotions that Katsuki can’t help but reciprocate.

The complete sensation rocks through his frame and suddenly it becomes clear to him. He needs the boy and he’ll do anything to get him.

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Katsuki watches his master, an older man decorated in gold and fine robes fretting to one of his henchmen. He waves his arms stupidly, flailing them about and his face reddens with frustration. It’s an expression not many have seen before.

Katsuki’s master has always been a cool headed man, stewing in his own smugness and relying on his quick wit to serve him just as well as his slaves. If Katsuki had a choice, he’d cut out his master’s throat so he may never speak another arrogant word again.

His master approaches his cell just beneath the arena, suddenly calm and smiling creepily. Something’s wrong.

“A very wealthy man has bought you, so it looks like our journey has come to an end.”

The man chides, twirling one of his multiple rings on his index finger.

Katsuki goes wide eyed and stands from his bench. His hands grip the rusting bars as he leans in to speak. Wealthy masters sometimes travel across the country, picking up slave after slave to expand their collections and bottom lines.

“What? No! I can’t leave!”

Katsuki snaps.

His master raises a brow, unimpressed by the outburst as well as Katsuki’s disrespect. Katsuki doesn’t care for decorum anymore as his mind circles around the green haired boy he saw in the governor’s box.

His incomplete soul swirling in the confines of his chest cries out in sorrow, craving the sensation of being whole even if just for a while.

“Be grateful I even spoke to you! Filthy cretan.”

His master walks off, completely unfazed by Katsuki’s repeated screaming,

pleading for his freedom or at least another day in the city.

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Katsuki lies in his cell, staring into space that eventually turns into a picture of the green haired boy’s face. He couldn’t get him out of his mind.

He becomes an infection that Katsuki cannot fight or keep at bay. It envelopes his mind and soul, binding them to the angel he has yet to meet.

He quickly concludes his master will do nothing to help his situation as usual and begging his new one will also most likely fail.

His only option, and dare he even think it, is escape. But how?

All four walls of his cell are metal bars, flaking with rust and trickling water ever so often from rain that flows down from above. The only way out is to snatch the keys, but even then,

it would be impossible to get one of the guards to free him or steal the keys whilst remaining undetected.

Katsuki pulls at his hair as he swings his legs from the bench to place them on the dirt ground. He just needs to get out of this cell, only then can he-

Katsuki blinks a few times. His brain screams at him for being so stupid and oblivious to the golden key he had been handed to him by the gods.

He stands from his bench and approaches the most rusted part of the cell.

It flakes heavily and becomes brittle under the slightest of touches.

It’s perfect.

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The angel looks even more beautiful than before; he saunters inside the open aired room, his robes sliding over his thighs and lower back. He reads a novel, pacing back and forth, weaving between pillars and flipping the page on occasion.

He’s entirely entranced by his activity with little to know self-awareness to him. Katsuki likes it that way, at least for the moment.

Katsuki jumps and latches onto the marble balcony. The angel seems to continue on with his book,

entirely oblivious to Katsuki scaling the balcony. He hauls himself up and over the railing just in time for Izuku to turn toward him.

For a moment, the angel carries on until his eyes flicker upward toward the strange figure standing on his patio.

His eyes go wide and he jumps backwards out of pure instinct.

Katsuki remains seated on the balcony, staring into those emerald eyes that bring him security like never before. An overwhelming sensation of wanton desire, of need takes over his body,

thrumming inside his veins even greater than the adrenaline that fuels him in the arena.

The angel closes his book, not bothering to keep his place and setting it off to a corner table. His movements are elegant and poised; shifting through the air with grace

that Katsuki has never witnessed before. He doesn’t remember alot about his past, but he knows that this boy is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

“W-what are you doing here?”

The green haired boy questions, hands coming to collect near his abdomen in a polite stance.

If this is how he greets all of his home intruders, Katsuki might need to teach him a lesson.

“I- um, I needed to see you,”

Katsuki sputters. He never planned past his escape, now fumbling on his words in front of the one person that makes his soul sing with completeness.

“You needed to see me?”

“My master sold me and I- I couldn’t leave without seeing you! I know it sounds crazy but for the first time in my whole life, I felt…”

Katsuki trails off. Could he tell the green haired angel? Would he understand?

“You felt complete.”

The green haired boy speaks softly, stepping forward to near Katsuki still situated on the railing. Katsuki’s heart fastens in rapid beating and his pulse pounds in his head.

“How did you…?”

“I felt, I mean, I feel the same.”

He explains, finally reaching out for Katsuki. The blond’s hands twitch as the nerves take hold of his body, shaking his very core and sending every possible scenario through his mind.

Katsuki takes the green haired boy’s hand,

squeezing it gently in his grip as electricity zaps through his muscled frame, shaking his whole reality. The angel sucks in a sudden breath in reaction, glancing up at Katsuki with his glittering eyes filled with wonder and hope.

They only act on instinct, pulling one another into each other’s arms with their lips meeting in a passionate thrawl. Katsuki can’t help how his hands roam across the plains of Izuku’s body, desperate to touch every inch of freckled skin.

Nothing could ever replicate the emotions blooming inside Katsuki’s chest as they melt into one entity, two souls once lost in the eternal cosmos now united against the cruel world.

He loves the taste of Izuku on his tongue and craves more,

holding the back of the green haired boy’s neck as the blond became concupiscent in his dancing lips and wandering hands.

Izuku becomes like clay under his skillful instruction, bending, molding, even cracking beautifully, rivaling even the most breathtaking goddess.

He’ll fight them all for watching his misery from the distant clouds, claiming Izuku as his one and only, his peace, his lover.

But-

Oh do the gods love their revenge.

The earth beneath their feet trembles, shaking the very foundation of their city and homes. Horses and other livestock begin to scream, birds fly from the trees and head for the sea.

“What was that?”

Katsuki questions, eyes going wide and suspicious.

Katsuki holds him close by wrapping his arms around the smaller male, pulling him to his body as another tremor has them wobbling for stability.

“I don’t know…”

Izuku mumbles, fingers clutching the tattered fabric of Katsuki’s shirt.

The sky erupts into fire and smoke before their eyes, lighting up the night with molten lava streaking down the mountain side and shooting heated boulders down to the city.

It becomes horrifically obvious that the two of them wouldn’t make it to the shores in time as the

villa sat only yards away from the base of the mountain. Katsuki’s eyes well up with tears at the sight of raging orange sediment rolls down the mountain side, realizing that his life he declared now happy was now coming to an end.

He found the irony so dauntingly cruel, so preposterous, so-

“Hey,”

Izuku’s voice and his hands wiping Katsuki’s tears from his cheeks snaps him from his stupor.

“I can’t die without knowing the name of the man I love.”

Katsuki’s hands cover Izuku’s and closes his eyes for the briefest moment. He’s accustomed to the pain of brunt forced hits, blades slicing his skin, and hot irons branding his flesh, yet this, yes THIS, is more agonizing than anything he’s ever experienced.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing the one person who lit up his world, who made him feel his stale heart beating in his chest after twenty long years of it remaining stagnant.

“My name is Katsuki.”

He introduces himself,

leaning into Izuku’s palms where he bestows a kiss to the skin.

“My name is Izuku.”

Izuku whispers, eyes welling up with tears as they listen to the villa behind them crumbling, burning as the lava from the mountain rips across the land.