Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

  Shouta follows the man carrying a file through the red light district. People have been disappearing without a trace in and around the red light district and no one has been able to get any clues as to what is going on. The residents do not like cops or heros on a normal day so they aren't talking to them. Not that Shouta cares. He's not a hero and isn't looking to stop this. Shouta had done his research and had noticed something that all the missing people had in common. Something that no one else had apparently picked up on. It had been two weeks without a clue before he finally found something. Or rather, someone. Sekkusu Kodomo, the man fits the criteria. And Sagasu Tabemono, the man Shouta is following, is carrying Kodomo’s file. Shouta has a feeling as to what is going on. And if he's right, if it is what and who he thinks it is… Well. Shouta will just have to make him his. The myth of Saibankan is very real and he has been tracking him down for a good century.

   The man suddenly turns into a dark alley and Shouta perches on the roof next to the alley, he can see and hear everything but no one can see or hear him. The man walks up to the small group of people in the alley. “Do you have it?” “Of course I do. He will not be taken without it. Let’s go.” The door to Kodomo’s residence opens and the group enters. Shouta waits, he hears yelling and fighting. Then, the group carries out a tied up Kodomo. “Let me go! I’m innocent!” Kodomo yells. “If you are innocent then Saibankan will set you free unharmed. Why do you fight if you are innocent?” One of the group members replies. “I-” Kodomo gets a gag shoved in his mouth. The group carries Kodomo through the streets, Shouta follows them closely. They walk up to an old, large house. The house looks like something out of an old monster movie. Specifically, it reminds Shouta of a house that would be haunted, or occupied by a vampire. Old, Gothic, and creepy. 

   The group sets Kodomo up on the porch of the house, sticking the file to him. They ring the doorbell and run around the corner, hiding. The door opens slowly and a head pokes out. He can't see the person well, but their body language screams that they are fearful. The person steps out and grabs the file on Kodomo. They read it carefully. Then look at Kodomo, there's a flash of green light where their eyes would be. “Child rapist. Guilty.” The person says, fast as lightning, Kodomo is pulled into the house, door closing ominously behind them. Shouta jumps down silently, he circles the house finding a window that he opens and slips through. He follows the sounds through the house, “Please- there's been a mistake. I'm innocent. Please Saibankan.” Kodomo begs. “Your soul does not lie. Your words do.” Shouta pushes the door open and he is finally able to see Saibankan. They are rather large, maybe 6’ 2”. And very muscled… Shouta is not drooling. Their skin is pale, like a ghost. They are wearing dirt smudged grey sweatpants and a oversized t-shirt with grass stains.

  Their hair is long, curly, and green. It is pulled back in a high ponytail. They are shoeless, which gives Shouta the ability to see the abnormally sharp nails. He's drawn from his observations by Saibankan lunging, there's a sound that Shouta can't place, and then the sound of wet sucking. Shouta ghosts his way around the room so he can get a look at what is going on. He finds Saibankan's teeth buried in Kodomo's neck, blood welling up around the wound. Saibankan is drinking Kodomo’s blood. Shouta watches as Saibankan drinks, and drinks, and drinks until Kodomo is a shriveled up corpse. Saibankan finally lets go. He picks up Kodomo’s body and carries it to a large plant in the corner. It seems to be some sort of fly trap. The huge leaves open and Saibankan sets the body into the plant’s mouth. The plant closes around the body and the body disintegrates and disappears in seconds. A vampire. Shouta was right.

   “Are you going to lurk in the shadows all night demonling?” Shouta stomps down the annoyance at the reminder that by Demon and Vampire standards, he’s still a child. “Perhaps. I do have a great view.” Shouta replies, unsurprised that the vampire knew he was there. The vampire walks over to a mirror, pulls out a handkerchief, and cleans the blood off of his face. “Well, I was not expecting guests so I am afraid I am not dressed to entertain.” Shouta hums “People are starting to notice the missing.” “Is that why you are here? To stop me?” Shouta snorts “No. I figured out what all the missing had in common and followed my hunch. It is an honor to meet you. I must say, your work as a botanist? Phenomenal. I am curious as to how you managed to get people to bring you food.” 

   “I didn’t. Well, at least not intentionally. I moved here a few decades ago, after the hunting of vampires ended and we became a myth. I have always been… Different from the rest of my kind. I have a conscience. I hate hurting innocents but I still need to feed. So, I survived off of animals until I had an… Epiphany. There are many humans that are not innocent and I can feed on those. In the beginning, I did a lot of research before I even thought of picking a bloodbag. But, somewhere along the line I gained the ability to see the evil that they had done. For a while, I still did the research, not completely trusting the new ability. But, when the ability was right every time… I stopped doing research. Unfortunately, I was seen during the time I was still doing it. Somehow, they figured out I was hunting their scum and making it disappear. About, oh, twenty years ago there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, there was a small group of people carrying a man they had tied up. They greeted me, calling me Saibankan and told me they had brought me prey. They gave me the man’s file and then handed him to me. I read the file and saw the man’s evil deeds. I took him, thanked the group, and promised he would never harm anyone again. I hadn’t meant to encourage them. But slowly, prey would be delivered. I set the innocents free and kept the guilty. I should have stopped them, but they never brought back the innocent I released and I had never been full before. They brought me their scum and I never went hungry again.” 

  “You have never taken an innocent?” He has to check. The vampire looks offended “No! I am a vampire, not a monster. Also, I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me ‘The Vampire’. I have a name. You know it. So use it.” “Your name is not Saibankan. If you tell me your name, that is what I will call you.” The vampire- “Stop that!” Shouta snickers. The vampire. The vampire. The vampire. The- “Ugh! Alright! My name is Izuku. Tell anyone and I will make you and anyone who knows because of you exceptions to my ‘No Innocents’ rule.” Shouta smiles, stomping down the obsession that is trying to bloom. Not here. Not now. "Of course. I understand completely. I'll be on my way, I'll see you again soon, gorgeous.” He winks and teleports, leaving Hell Flame where he was standing.

Chapter Text

Shouta sniffs the air, searching for the scent he just lost. He sneezes. Ugh. Alcohol. Gross. Where did his prey go? He had the perfect prey, the most rotten soul he's ever smelled. Where. Did. It. Go. Shouta wrinkles his nose, ugh. He's going to have to get that alcohol in his nose again to find his prey. He steels himself and takes a deep breath. There. He takes off after his prey, hopping across the rooftops to keep up with it. Normally, this would be fun. He likes scaring his prey until their heart gives out. He doesn't mind feeding on damaged hearts. But this heart isn't for him. It's a courting gift and it needs to be perfect. 

   He carefully steers his prey to an uninhabited area and then into a dark alley. His prey runs into the wall at the end. Dead end. Soon to be literal. Shouta drops down into the alley and stalks forward. “Please. I don't know what you want. Please- just- just leave me alone!” His prey begs, sniveling little pig. As Shouta gets closer his prey gets a better look at him. Shouta revels in the terror that fills his prey's eyes “What… Are you?” Shouta smiles “Death. I've come for your soul.” Souls are held in hearts. He wants both the soul and the heart of his prey. “No. No. You're- you're not real.” Shouta's laughter echoes eerily through the alley. 

  He plunges his hand into the pig's chest, closing his fingers around the heart. The pig coughs, “Please-” Shouta rips the heart out and the pig's body slumps against the wall, lifeless. Shouta carefully turns the heart over in his hands, looking for any imperfections. No external imperfections. He lifts it to his nose, taking a sniff to make sure it's fine internally. Mm. Smells good. Maybe he can sneak a bite- no! No. Bad Shouta. He can hunt for himself later. This is not his food. He pulls a pretty box out of his backpack and carefully sets the heart inside. It's surrounded by pretty flowers. He thinks they're called lilies. He got red ones and black ones. Heart settled, he licks the blood off of his hands and then wipes the outside of the box clean.

   He summons Hell Flame to cremate the body and blood surrounding it. Watching it burn, Shouta has the sudden urge for marshmallows. He stays until the fire dies, having consumed everything he told it to. Then, he carefully settles the box into his backpack in a way that it won’t get jostled and takes off towards his love’s house. He pauses across the street from his love’s house and uses a store window to make himself presentable. He even swipes some eyeshadow and lip gloss on. He takes the box out of his backpack and makes sure the heart and flowers are perfect. He takes several deep breaths to steady his nerves, and walks up to the door. He can do this. One more deep breath and he knocks loudly. He hears Izuku's near silent footsteps approaching and takes the opportunity to make sure his face was in its proper expression and the obsession isn't leaking through.

  Izuku had been rejecting him, something about Shouta being a child. Shouta has frankly gotten tired of it. If he has to sneak in during the day and be sitting on his cock when he wakes up then he will. So he's wearing his sluttiest outfit and actually did a lot of self care. He knows he's hot. This is his last attempt at doing this properly. While he would prefer a willing partner, he is willing to do whatever it takes to have Izuku. The door opens and Izuku's head pokes out. Shouta smiles and opens the box “Be mine?”

  Izuku starts to refuse, but pauses. He inhales deeply, eyes going half lidded. It's working. He smells the heart. The growl that rips out of Izuku's throat when he sees what Shouta's wearing has Shouta's knees weak. Izuku calms himself and leans against the doorway. “Alright. I'll bite. What exactly do you want?” “Right now? I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop. And then I want you to keep going. But as a whole? I want you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I want you to love me and I want to love you.” Shouta sees that Izuku is still wavering. He puts the box carefully down on the porch, stands up, and lifts his skirt, showing his missing clothing. Izuku's eyes snap down and widen. Shouta lets the skirt fall, he walks up to Izuku, hips swaying sensually and puts his hand on Izuku's broad chest. He looks up through his eyelashes “Please. Come on daddy~ don't you want to fuck your baby boy?”

  Izuku snarls and before Shouta can so much as blink, his back is hitting something soft. It's a bed. Izuku looms over him, feral and dark. Beautiful. Izuku phases out of his clothes and stalks across the room to him. For the first time, Shouta knows what it feels like to be hunted. To be prey. It's addicting. He spreads his legs and tilts his hips, showing the jewel in his hole. A buttplug. He had stretched himself before he went hunting. Cold fingers brush his ass, the plug comes out with a lewd pop. Then those long, thick fingers are in him. “Look at you. So small. I think if I fucked you, I'd break you.” Shouta growls “Then break me” The fingers are torn out and replaced with something larger, harder, heavier, better. Izuku doesn't give him time to adjust, setting a fast, punishing pace. His grip on Shouta's hips will leave the most beautiful bruises. Shouta might get them tattooed.

   Like a light flashed in his eyes, something sparks. He can hear a voice that isn't his. ‘So- beautiful- small- take me-’ Izuku. He's hearing Izuku’s thoughts. ….Izuku likes how small he is. Shouta grins, activates his magic, and makes himself smaller. Izuku's eyes go completely black. He picks Shouta up and bounces him on his cock. He's using Shouta like a cocksleeve. Hours later, Shouta's eyes droop. Izuku had filled him so much that his stomach actually inflated. Then, he pushed the plug back in and told Shouta not to remove it. They fell asleep, curled up together. Shouta wakes up a little before dusk the next day. Everything hurts in the best way. He can see pretty bruises and love bites all over him. 

  He needs to pee. He tries to get up but Izuku grumbles and pulls him back into his chest. Shouta tries to escape several times but Izuku is way too strong. Even in his sleep. Shouta is not going to pee himself. So he does the only thing he can think of. He sinks his teeth, fangs and all, into Izuku's arm. Izuku wakes up with a startled yelp. He looks around and when his eyes land on him Shouta gives him the grumpiest look he has. “Why are you biting me?” “I need to pee. Let. Me. Go.” Izuku looks down to where his arm is still wrapped around Shouta. “Oh.” He releases Shouta who immediately pulls his teeth out of Izuku's arm and runs through the house to the bathroom. He both hates his demon healing and is grateful for it. He hates it because the pretty marks his lover left are already disappearing. He's grateful because without it, he wouldn't be walking. He wouldn't even be moving.

    He gets back to the bedroom and finds Izuku still laying on the bed. He looks gorgeous in the rising moonlight, draped in the silk sheets. One eye opens lazily upon his return to the bed. Shouta pulls out the plug, climbs on top of Izuku, and sinks down. Izuku's hands come up to rest on his hips. Shouta leans down and connects their lips, willingly giving up control when Izuku takes it. Izuku guides him into a lazy but heated make out. Shouta pauses. Wait. Love bites. Izuku bit him. “What's wrong?” “You bit me.” “Yes?” “A lot.” “Yes…?” “Am I going to turn? Be a weird hybrid?” Izuku snorts “No. True vampires are born, not made. We spend our first few centuries growing up. The turned ones are actually just re-animated dead. They aren't human nor are they vampire. They are mindless thralls that only exist to serve their sire. You are in no danger of being turned as you are not dead.” “Really? Wait, what else about vampires is a myth?” 

  “Well, for starters, we don't turn to dust in the sun. We get nasty sunburns but we don't dust. Humans started that little story because we sleep during the day. That's just because we are a nocturnal species. Some of us are allergic to garlic, but it's just like human allergies. You can see us in mirrors and photos. Holy water and crosses don't work on us, we typically just play along to make the people leave us alone. We don't have to ask before entering a house, it's just polite. Oh! Salt doesn’t work on us either. Lets see, what else… Oh, stake through the heart? Yeah, it’ll kill us. Just like every other creature. We are alive, not undead. We have blood, hearts, all of the things that come with being alive. We're almost always cool to the touch thanks to species-wide poor circulation. Um, we are more or less immortal. Meaning we're immortal until we are killed. We are shapeshifters and we use it to blend in, to stay safe. We have super hearing and all of that. Obviously, we have fangs and we do drink blood. We can read minds, but we typically block it out for a variety of reasons. Um… Did I miss anything?”

   “I don't think so. Wow. Humans really got so much wrong, didn't they?” Izuku snorts “You have no idea. You should hear the truth about weres.” “Weres? Like werewolves?” “Yep. Weres come in all sorts of mammals. Silver bullets hurt them, just like every other living creature. Because they're bullets. Same with wolfsbane and belladonna. Both poisons that would kill almost every living creature-” “So what I'm hearing is that humans found the weaknesses of all creatures and decided that it was just the magic thing™️ to kill the non-humans. Right?” “...Pretty much, yeah. I'm sure you've noticed they aren't particularly intelligent. One of my friends is of the belief that the sun boils their brains.” That actually gets a laugh out of Shouta. Of course, the movement of his laughter causes something else to move and remind him that Izuku is still buried inside him. That's right. They were about to fuck again before Shouta distracted them. Well. Time to fix that. Or, at least that's the plan, right up until he sees how Izuku's hands linger on the bruises, the guilt in his eyes. Absolutely not. 

  Shouta brings his own hands down and lays them on Izuku's. “I hurt you. I went too far. I am so sorry.” Izuku says softly, self-loathing in his tone. “Do not apologize. I enjoyed it. And I am sad the marks are already fading. I already made an appointment to get the handprints on my hips tattooed, so they never fade.” “But-” “No. Listen to me. You can't kill me or permanently damage me. I enjoyed you letting loose and embracing your dark side. Your feral look when you were fucking me? Beautiful. I do not care how many marks you leave, nor how bad they are. I will always want more. I want you. Wholly and unfiltered. I want that monster, the bloodlust, the feral, the darkness, the kindness, the love, I want everything. Being the prey felt so good. I was powerless, being hunted by a predator and it was exhilarating, addicting. No one else has ever made me feel that way. I have a high stamina and sex drive and I would really like it if you would fuck me right now. And forever.”

  Izuku blinks, stunned “...Ok. It’s just- you’re so small. I feel bad for hurting you.” “Well, from what I understood last night, you like that I am so small. You like that someone so small can take you so well. I enjoyed you hurting me so there’s no need to feel bad. I won’t break darling. Promise.” Shouta heats up his hands with Hell Flame and caresses Izuku’s chest lovingly. Izuku sits up and takes one of Shouta’s nipples into his mouth, tongue laving at the heated skin. Izuku’s hands return to Shouta’s hips. They tighten and Izuku begins to bounce Shouta on his cock. “Fuck yes. Please daddy~” “What do you need Flower?” “Faster, harder. Please~” “As you command Flower.”

Chapter Text

  Shouta slides around the corner, not breaking his speed at all. His instincts are going wild, focused on keeping him from running into anything and keeping tabs on his pursuer. A steady stream of curses tumbling from his lips as it’s taking everything he has to keep any distance between him and his hunter, even with his demon speed. He briefly clocks the blonde and violet haired humans who perk up upon seeing him. But he breezes past them, mind focused on more important things. That is, until they join him, easily keeping pace. Goddamnit. He knows these two idiots. “Hi Sho! What are we running from?” Hizashi chirps. “Yeah, it’s been awhile since we have seen you but I can still count on one hand how many times we’ve seen you like this.” Nemuri agrees. 

  His idiot friends who reincarnate after every death, their memories return to them once they turn sixteen. They immediately search for each other, and then once they find each other, they hunt for him. He can never get rid of them. But he does not have time for them right now. His boyfriend had told him to run, that he’ll be fucking Shouta wherever he catches him. So Shouta has to get to a place where he would be okay with being fucked. Considering Shouta’s in the mood to put up a fight, it needs to be somewhere relatively isolated and decently structurally sound. He slides around another corner, cursing when he catches a flash of Izuku's dark blue coat on the rooftop. His brain whirls, clicking as he follows his mental map. He curses, he missed a turn. Ugh, it's fine. He can reroute. “Shou? You good?” “Fine. You need to leave. If I miss any more turns or otherwise fuck up because of you distracting me I'll be pissed and you'll see something you don't want to see. Get lost. I'm sure you'll find me again later.” He growls. Izuku laughs, menacing and bloodthirsty. It's enough to make Shouta speed up from adrenaline and slight fear. Nemuri pales “Sho, are you in some sort of trouble? We can help.” Shouta grunts, dodging pedestrians- why are there so many people out?!? It's 1 in the morning!

   “You can't help with this. And I don't want you to. You need to leave. Stop following me- No! They're idiots, not threats! I'm okay!” Shouta quickly yells, seeing Izuku's arm reaching into his coat. His idiots will not stand even half of a chance against Izuku. He's almost there. He just needs to ditch his idiots and not miss any more turns. “I'm getting impatient, flower~” Izuku says teasingly from somewhere above him. Okay, plan B. Shouta conjures some flames, hardens and stretches them, and tangles them in his idiot's legs, effectively stopping them. He slows enough to cushion their landing, protecting them from injury. “Almost there daddy. Just hold out a little longer.” He says, not caring whether or not his idiots heard him. He knows Izuku did as he feels his presence ease up, giving Shouta a little more distance. Shouta speeds back up, leaving his idiots on the sidewalk where he had dropped them. 

  Two more turns and he runs into the forest. He can't hear Izuku's movements but he feels his presence. Still, he runs. Deeper into the forest, away from prying ears and eyes. He's almost there so he slows, purposefully allowing Izuku to close in. Letting him know that here is where Shouta is okay with getting fucked. He's immediately tackled, Izuku taking him down while also taking the force of the fall, shielding Shouta from injury. They roll around, viciously play fighting. Shouta puts up a good fight, giving Izuku a challenge as their clothes get shredded and blood is shed. Izuku pins him down at the exact same time as he enters him. Shouta gasps, throwing his head back, his back arching off the ground. It's glorious. The pain, the burn of the stretch, the dull throbbing of the bruises and cuts. Izuku flashes his fangs at Shouta, snarling as he starts a harsh, rough pace. Fucking Shouta almost animalistically. Shouta playfully snaps his teeth near one of the hands holding him down. The hand moves away before his fangs can sink in. It moves to his throat, squeezing, keeping him from getting more than small sips of air. It makes his nerves light up, he feels everything so much more vividly. Izuku leans down, snarls in his face. “Mine” Izuku growls. Shouta bucks his hips, only to get them immobilized.

   Apparently, Izuku has decided Shouta is not allowed to move. Whatever, Shouta's getting all his fight fucked out anyway. Izuku works both of them up, and it doesn't take long before they both tumble over the edge. Izuku fills Shouta while Shouta himself paints the forest floor. Izuku slows, pace becoming gentle and slow. More grinding than fucking. Shouta melts and Izuku peppers sweet kisses all over his face. “Are you alright, my flower?” “Mh~ Yeah. M’ great. That was amazing. Let’s go home. Need a nap.” Izuku pulls out and picks Shouta up, holding him in a bridal carry. He phases them back to his manor and they go to soak together. Shouta checks Izuku for injuries, thankfully finding none. He manages to goad Izuku into biting him, all over. With special attention applied to his thighs, hips, and chest. Then, Izuku carries him to bed and they curl up together for a nap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Shouta wakes to a sound. One that he can't place at first. Then he does, it's lockpicks. Someone is trying to break in. Izuku is still asleep, face smooth and peaceful. So Shouta grabs one of Izuku's old shirts, puts it on, and follows the sound to the back door. He's aware the shirt doesn't cover much with the way it hangs but he isn't focused on that right now. Someone is breaking into his and Izuku's home. And what kind of mate would he be if he didn't take care of the threat? So he prepares his fire as he hides in the shadows. The door opens, Shouta pounces, taking the two humans down to the ground with a snarl. The male squawks- goddamnit. He kicks Hizashi in the nuts, Nemuri gets a hit to her nose. “What the fuck are you idiots doing here?!?” He snarls softly, holding Hizashi by the front of his shirt. Hizashi blinks “Shouta?!? Oh my kami- we thought you were dead-” Shouta is… Confused. “What? Why?!?” “We found your clothes shredded in the forest, blood everywhere and evidence of a fight. We thought that whoever you were running from caught and killed you.” Nemuri explains. “We followed the trace of the other person here. We were-” “You were going to kill him.” Shouta says flatly, seeing the magic infused knife in Hizashi's boot. It wouldn't do them any good against Izuku. He pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

  “You need to leave. I am fine. I am safe. I want to be here. You do not. You are not safe here.” Shouta hears movement inside the house, Izuku's footsteps getting closer. Shit. He yanks his idiots to their feet and starts shoving them away, trying to get them off the property before Izuku- “Lily? What's going on? Are you alright?” Shouta freezes. Fuck. Izuku is in the doorway, rubbing his eyes groggily. He is dressed in ratty sweatpants and a wrinkled T-shirt. Clearly, he had put on the first thing he grabbed. He's adorable. Shouta catches the blade Hizashi tries to throw and turns it on him with his scariest glare. He doesn't make it in time to stop Izuku from picking his idiots up by their necks, snarling at them. “Love- no! Drop them! They won't hurt me. They're… my friends. They're idiots but they mean well. They thought you killed me and tracked you here to try and avenge me. They think you're a threat. Put them down. Please?” Izuku shakes his head “They will take you.” Shouta snorts “They can try. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Put them down, my love.” Izuku tilts his head, his eyes glow in the way that they do when he is reading souls. “Eternal Souls. Innocent.” The glow stops and he drops them. He stalks over to Shouta, practically folding himself in order to wrap himself around Shouta's much shorter frame. Shouta runs his hands through Izuku's curls, nails scratching his scalp lightly, earning a happy hum. “What are you doing up anyway?”

  “Bed got cold.” Izuku grumbles, slightly muffled by Shouta's shoulder. His idiots finish coughing and look at them. Shouta raises an eyebrow at them, still petting his drowsy partner. "Shouta. Why the fuck are you petting the monster that kidnapped you? Has it brainwashed you?!? Are you being threatened?!?” Hizashi asks. Shouta rolls his eyes “First. Don't call him a monster. He's sensitive. Second, no. If anyone was influenced, it was him. I pursued him. Third, I am here because I live here. With my boyfriend. Who you just tried to kill.” “Is that what it told you? It's a vampire-” “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Shouta growls, cutting Nemuri off. “I will not have you insulting him. Yes, he is a vampire. No, he can't do anything to me that I don't give him explicit permission to do. Hell, he won't do anything to me without my permission. Including chasing me through the city and fucking me in the woods. I had to beg him to hunt me. The blood? I was in the mood to put up a fight and he obliged. And believe me, I gave as good as I got. I'm just easier to make bleed. If you had looked a bit more, you would’ve found my cum on the forest floor, where he fucked me. I- yes love? Oh, did I stop petting? I'm sorry.” Shouta cuts himself off, hearing Izuku whine softly. He immediately figures out why and fixes it. Izuku makes more happy sounds and Shouta gives him a soft smile.

   “It's a monster. I'll prove it.” Hizashi takes the knife from before and slices his palm open. Izuku lifts his head, sniffs the air, and groggily paws at Shouta, looking for injuries. “I'm okay. I'm not hurt. It's not me.” Shouta soothes and Izuku grumbles and tucks his head back against Shouta's neck with a sigh. Shouta coos at him, heating his hands up, making his big, bad boyfriend melt into a puddle. Hizashi blinks, confused. “It… didn't attack? It smelled the blood-” “He is not an animal. He's well fed. Only starving vamps attack. Or ones that are backed into a corner. He is neither. He's far more concerned with my warmth. Aren't you, love?” Izuku hums in answer, pressing his head into Shouta's hand. Shouta laughs “Yes, love. I'll keep petting.” “...So you're not-?” Nemuri starts, losing whatever she was going to say when Izuku yawns and pulls Shouta closer, one arm wrapped around him, like he's a teddy bear. Hizashi tenses but Nemuri puts her hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “My love, as cute as you are, we can’t sleep out here. You'll get sunburned again. Okay, you two. Come back tomorrow night. I'll answer your questions then. But for the love of everything, knock. Like a normal person. If you try to break in again, or attack him, I'll kill you myself. C'mon love. Up.” Shouta prods his partner into standing up, and pulls him back into the house, closing and locking the door behind them. He gets them back to the bedroom, and his partner into bed. Then he curls up in his arms and ups his heat, knowing that the chilly air outside will have Izuku's bones hurting. His heat will ease the pain. Izuku relaxes, quickly going back to sleep now that Shouta is back in his arms.

   Shouta stays awake for a bit, making sure that his idiots actually leave. Thankfully, they do. He huffs. Really, he has no idea where their belief that vampires are monsters came from. For starters, he's a demon. Tensei and his younger brother are both wind spirits. Oboro, one of Tensei's partners, is a cloud spirit. And their third partner, Fuyumi, is a snow fairy. Nedzu, Shouta’s adoptive father, is a fae. Shouta's yet to get a straight answer on what kind though. Whatever. He'll find out tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Shouta sets his mug on the table and gets up, walking to the door. He opens it, finding his idiots standing there. He scans them, looking for weapons. They're clean, so he lets them in. They take off their shoes, leaving them in the genkan. Shouta leads them to the kitchen, where an awake and properly dressed Izuku is squinting at papers. A green pen is tucked behind his ear, a black pen is holding his hair up, and he's holding a red pen. His eyes flick up when they enter the room. “Why did I let you talk me into being a professor?” Izuku asks, setting down the quizzes he is grading. Shouta laughs “Aw, you know you love it.” “I don't know how half of them even got into college. They’re so dumb, flower.” Izuku whines. Shouta pats his partners back, hiding his grin behind his mug. “Uh..” Izuku's attention turns to Hizashi, who flinches when Izuku's eyes land on him. Izuku blinks. “You didn't tell me we were having company. Hello, I am Izuku. I assume they're friends of yours, lily?” Shouta nods “How much of last night do you remember?” Izuku squints, thinking. “...Not much after we went to bed. Did something happen? Oh no, did I sleepwalk again?!? Wait, where are my manners? I need to greet your friends properly. ” Izuku stands up, walks over and holds his hand out for Hizashi or Nemuri to shake. Hizashi flinches “Get your filthy hands away from me, monster.” Hizashi hisses. Izuku droops “Oh. I'm sorry. I was just trying to- nevermind. I will leave. Flower, I'll be in the sunroom if you need me.” “He didn’t-” Shouta tries, but Izuku cuts him off, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s okay, lily. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. Have fun talking with your friends.” Izuku gathers the papers and walks out of the room, clearly dejected.

   As soon as he is out of eyeline, Shouta whips around and decks Hizashi, sending him to the floor. “What the fuck Sho-” “No. You don’t get to be angry. I told you last night. He is not a monster. That was rude and uncalled for. He was trying to shake your hand. When did you become such a racist?!?” Shouta rages. Nemuri glares down at Hizashi, also upset. She had realized she wasn’t being fair and fixed her attitude and mindset. She had thought Hizashi did too. “You can’t expect me to be okay with you being involved with-” “Don’t. Izuku is kind, sweet, intelligent, attentive, thoughtful, and gentle. He is my mate. We're together for the rest of our lives. If you keep this attitude up, I will drop you as a friend. He does not deserve your hate. And I will not let anyone hurt him. Including you.” 

  “You would choose him over your oldest, closest friends?” “In a heartbeat. And if you keep this up, he won't be the reason I drop you. I will not associate myself with racists. And before you say it, yes. Vampires are a race. They are born, not made. They are alive. Not undead, alive. Yes, he can kill you. But, newsflash! You're human. Everything kills you. Your flesh suits literally kill themselves. He will not harm you unless it is in self defense, defense of me, defense of an innocent, or I tell him to. So get your head out of your ass and stop being a fucking dick. Now.” “Nem-” “No. I reevaluated and realized I was being an ass. I thought you had done the same. Clearly, you didn’t and I am extremely disappointed in you. Keep this up and I will also drop you.” Hizashi snarls, wiping the blood from under his nose. “Fine. I'll be nice.” “One wrong move and I end this life early. Clear?” Shouta growls. “Crystal.”