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Bakugo had been behaving strangely ever since that night, and Midoriya worried. It was almost like when they got their second genders and Bakugo started becoming more possessive and a little more physical, just on steroids. So much so that some of the kids on their rugby team asked him if he was juicing. Bakugo flat out told them no, then tackled them so hard on the practice field Midoriya was pretty sure no one would dare breach the question again.
After that he went over their jogging route again. That night he and Bakugo had been jogging, and Bakugo had pulled ahead by a few meters, rounding a corner. Midoriya had something running through his brain at the time, so he wasn’t fully there until Bakugo tackled him in full force.
”Run the other way!” He had yelled.
”What’s going on?” Midoriya asked.
“Just shut your mouth Deku and do it!” It was around then that Midoriya saw that Bakugo was bleeding. Some animal had attacked him. While Midoriya helped clean the wound back at his house, Bakugo described what bit him. “It was like a large dog… white with red eyes.”
”Red eyes!? Maybe it was sick! We should take you to the doctor Kacchan!”
”Idiot, the white of its eyes weren’t red, the iris, the colored part was red. I don’t know a disease can change that,” Bakugo growled in impatience. “I’m going home.”
Midoriya had tried to come up with any lupine diseases or, heck, any lupine species capable of red eyes, but didn’t find anything. Bakugo became faster and grew more muscle in days. Even his scent changed ever so slightly from a sweet caramel, to a salted, smoked caramel. Being around Bakugo used to make him think of candy shops, and now it made him think of camping and improvising sweets on a campfire in a cast iron skillet. It wasn’t a bad change, just jarring to someone who had been with him throughout their entire lives.
Coming up to the area of the running track where Bakugo’s blood was still visible on the road, Midoriya looked around for any other traces of animals.
“Hey nerd!”
”Bakugo?”
”What are you doing out here alone?” His friend sauntered up behind him, hands in his pockets.
”Just… looking around,” Midoriya said.
”Looking for trouble, you mean,” Bakugo sighed.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Midoriya chuckled.
”Do you realize how late it is? Omegas shouldn’t be out this late alone,” Bakugo said, shaking his head.
”That’s second-sexist, Kacchan,” Midoriya said seriously.
“I’m taking you home,” was his friend's response, grabbing his wrist.
“Kacchan! You’re burning up!” Midoriya yelped, putting his other hand to Bakugo’s head. “You shouldn’t be driving! I should take you to the hospital!”
”No, you shouldn’t.”
The two spun to stare at the third who had joined them. Someone a little older than them, with long white hair and red eyes. He smelled like fresh, fertile dirt. Another alpha, like Bakugo.
”Who the fuck are you?” Bakugo demanded.
“Toumura Shigaraki. And you’re about to shift,” he said, looking from Bakugo to Midoriya briefly.
“What the he-“ but something stopped Bakugo from his continued swearing as he doubled over.
”Help me get him back to my cabin,” Shigaraki said.
“You live around here?” Midoriya asked.
“Yes, I have a cabin in the woods. It’s not always occupied… I do a lot of traveling with my family,” He explained.
“Oh… have you been having any problems with any wild dogs recently?” The omega asked, slipping underneath Bakugo’s arm, Shigaraki getting the other.
“… A couple. I think there may be a couple of packs forming unfortunately,” he sighed.
What Shigaraki had described as a cabin Midoriya would describe more as a mansion. He wasn’t sure if this made him feel better or worse, being relatively alone with a strange alpha and his sick friend.
“Bring him into this room.” Shigaraki opened a room, and Midoriya got a fleeting glance of chains. He froze.
”Kacchan, you may have been right about meeting strangers in the dark… Do you think you can run?” Midoriya whispered.
Bakugo snarled in response, his scent turning to the acrid tone of charred sugar. When Shigaraki next appeared, Bakugo lunged so quickly it left Midoriya on the floor behind.
Midoriya lifted himself up on his hands. He didn’t see two men fighting with fists… he saw two wolves, one the color of caramel and the other the color of snow, snarling and biting each other like they intended to kill each other. Midoriya felt a pull toward them, but the logic in his brain told him to do the opposite. He scrambled on hands and knees to get away from the angry beasts. It wasn’t long before the white wolf- older, stronger, won out, the other perhaps more naturally gifted animal fell to the ground whining in submission.
The white wolf stepped away, panting, its body shifting and the panting became steadily more human. “I was hoping to get you locked up before you transformed. My pack isn’t with me right now. Just because I can take you down alone doesn’t mean I want to,” Shigaraki groaned as he stretched out to full size.
“W-werewolf!” Midoriya gasped.
”Oh, yeah, you. Sorry about that. Your friend is a new turn, he doesn’t understand his powers yet. He could have killed you.” There was a small hint of worry in those red eyes.
”I would never have hurt Midoriya!” Bakugo spat, having managed to shift out of his wolf form.
”Being a wolf for the first time is difficult. I hear it can be especially frightening for those who have been bitten… but you seem to be something of a prodigy. It’s rare for people to achieve an actual wolf form and you did it on your first shot. I travel the world looking for people like you,” Shigaraki hummed.
“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying,” Bakugo muttered, standing with a wobble. Roughly certain that his friend wasn’t going to turn into a large dog again, Midoriya ran forward to steady him.
“I’m not selling anything. Everything will be handed to you free of charge. The first being a suitable change of clothes. The second being information and guidance that will help you as you grow into your new skin.”
”The price isn’t being part of this dog herd of yours?” Bakugo snarled, holding Midoriya close.
“Pack. It’s a pack. And no,” Shigaraki shrugged. “Even if I thought I could get you to trust me, you’ve already been claimed.”
”What the fuck do you mean ‘claimed?’” Bakugo growled.
”Your second gender is an Alpha right? I can smell how protective you get. I understand, I’m the same way. Werewolf packs are similar. There is an Alpha whose bite or scratch can change someone into another werewolf. In a way that is like a mating bite, bonding them, just in a familial way instead of a romantic one… it’s very difficult to break. I know this from experience,” Shigaraki explained.
”Wait, so you’re not the wolf that bit Kacchan?” Midoriya asked,
”No, if I was he would have been much easier to control. I would have had the wolf Alpha’s call to control him,” Shigaraki said, confused. “Why would you think I was the one who turned him?”
”Are… there a lot of wolves who have white coats and red eyes?” Midoriya wondered.
Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed and he was silent for a moment. “I’ll go get you some clothes,” he said evasively, turning and going up some steps into a room.
The months that passed were… confusing. At least Midoriya understood why Bakugo was being weird now, but now that there was another wolf- a wolf that was twice over an alpha, Bakugo was even more on guard. Ignoring Shigaraki, there was also a third wolf out there somewhere potentially biting people to change them, making a new pack.
Both alphas were protective of Midoriya in such a way that made it impossible for him to find any information. Shigaraki would protect him from Bakugo’s freak outs as he learned how to control his powers. Bakugo, ever suspicious of anyone not him, would get in between him and anyone declared too dangerous to be within shouting distance.
Midoriya was touched by this constant show of affection, but it really only managed to do two things: Annoy him as it prevented him from doing any investigation into whoever this third werewolf could be and better stoke the fires of jealousy and mistrust between the two alphas.
It took way too long for Midoriya to realize they were both pursuing him. Perhaps Bakugo had been pursuing him for a long time and he’d just always been blind to any kind of affection, but it ramped up with the appearance of Shigaraki. Shigaraki became steadily more cocky, touching him and scenting him more often.
“You barely smell like you anymore,” Ochako said as he tiredly sank behind some books, finally having escaped to a study period. Bakugo didn’t share this period and Shigaraki did online college (he stated he graduated early) so he could finally relax.
“I’m flattered, but I don’t really want to think about dating right now… besides, aren’t there other steps to this rather than just fighting directly over my body?” Midoriya sighed, pulling out a tablet so he could research heavily for a moment.
“Like, I think there is supposed to be some courting, but Bakugo may have already been doing that while you weren’t paying attention… or just skipped it because he’s Bakugo.” She said, chewing on the end of her pencil.
Both did sound equally plausible.
“I don’t know the other guy, but if he knows you and Bakugo, he could just be doing it just to dick with Bakugo or he feels he doesn’t have the time to do it right,” She proceeded to draw a fully erect penis on her notes to emphasize her statement.
Both of those also sounded equally plausible.
“Either way, you should choose one to date so you’ll stop smelling like dirty caramel that’s been left in a Christmas tree farm,” she moaned.
“But I’m not interested in dating… aren’t we a little too young for pairing off? I’d rather learn everything I can before I get too interested in someone,” he had excellent grades in spite of werewolf madness (though, so did the werewolves themselves somehow. If one wasn’t in college, he would suggest a supernatural study group). If anything, because the werewolf thing touched so many other things, it had opened a lot of new fields of study he hadn’t yet probed into, botany, flower language, history and legends of various places and how some intersected, the history of actual wolves and the rise and fall of their extinction in most countries and endangerment in others. How at some point someone mistook wolf society to be too similar to humans and had spent the rest of his life trying to rewrite the past.
“…and you’re not even listening to me are you?”
”I’m sorry, what?”
”I was telling you that over half of our friend group has paired up and are mated now,” Ochaco sighed, laying her head on the table.
“Huh?” Midoriya registered the statement, but not the meaning.
“You might think you’re too young for this, and that’s okay! Move at your pace. But that doesn’t mean everyone else will,” she smiled and put her hand on his. “If you really don’t want to date either one of them, maybe you should vocalize that so they can stop being so pushy.”
”Yeah, I’ll… see if I can do that,” Midoriya smiled. He wasn’t fond of confrontation, so if something was just bothering him, he would very often bear with it until it hurt, or sometimes, past that.
On his way home he stopped by the library to pick up new books for his ever growing collection of interests. Internet articles were a good jumping off point, but often to get into full research mode you had to get into hard copies, things not available online… because so few people in the world wanted them they were shipped by hand from library to library. Whereas to everyone else in the world they were meaningless books that collected dust whenever someone didn’t call on them for their seemingly useless knowledge, to him they were priceless treasures.
He was walking out, gently stuffing his bag when he passed a man on a bench.
“That’s quite the reading list for someone so young,” the man remarked offhandedly.
“Well, I assigned it to myself, so I think I can handle it,” Midoriya smiled obligingly. The man was an alpha, his scent was hard to pin down. It made him think of cherries, peaches, and almonds all at the same time. An obnoxious scent that was cloyingly sweet, tart, and bitter. It made him dizzy to stand too close.
“The books do look heavy though,” each syllable dripped like honey, and Midoriya found his consciousness gasping for air. He’d heard occasions of an alpha voice being used to force people to do something they may not want to, but in those cases there was always strain on both sides. This man was gently speaking to him and he was slipping into a trance, like he’d given the man permission to hypnotize him for some stage play. In his mind he struggled desperately, but his body would no longer respond to his orders anymore. “Why don’t I give you a ride home?” The man stood and took off his hat. He had white hair and red eyes. His canines, as he smiled, were longer than either Bakugo’s or Shigaraki’s.
Midoriya was sure of it. This was the man that had turned Bakugo that night. An alpha twice over, like Shigaraki. But this man was older, wiser.
Tears came to his eyes as his body nodded. “I’d appreciate that.”
”First, will you tape this to the bottom of that bench? A little fun for your friends when they come to find you later.” The man took his book bag and handed him an envelope all prepared.
‘I just have to do this so both his and my scent will be on it,’ Midoriya reasoned. Without any hint from him, his body quickly set to the task, then returned to the man’s side like a puppy. The thought made him shudder and fight against the mental hold even more. He barely liked the idea of an alpha he had chosen and allowed to mark him to be able to order him around like this, much less some guy on the streets!
The white haired man kindly guided him to a stylish black car, opened the door and as he entered it, he lost all sense of what was going on at all, like a sweet treat being locked away in the cupboard.
”So yeah, I feed him cheap food and he’s the happiest little surfer in the land,” Dabi was saying.
”I’m so happy for you,” Shigaraki grumbled.
“He has similar taste in food to you, boss, except you’ll eat anything found in a gas station and he’ll eat anything under 30,000.”
”Is anyone else on this call?” Shigaraki groaned.
”Ooh I am! I lost Twice.” Toga said. “So I jumped off the bus and I’m not one hundred percent sure where I am…”
”How did you lose Twice on a bus?!”
“It was an enclosed space, he felt nervous, I turned around for one minute, and suddenly he was gone! I didn’t figure out if he went out a window or what…”
”Yeah, that tracks. If anything, just get his favorite foods, maybe that will pull him out, text me if you need a refill on money.”
”Can I get in on that?” Dabi asked.
”For what?”
”Drugging my new boyfriend.”
”No.”
”Aw, shoot.”
”I’m making my way on foot… paw?” Spinner said. “Still pretty far away though, especially since I have to stick to forests.”
”Once you get here we’ll work on getting your driver’s license back…” Shigaraki made a note. Spinner had done some stupid stunt before Shigaraki flew back to this house.
“Where the fuck is he!?” Bakugo yelled, bursting into the house.
“I’m sorry, I have someone yelling in my house. I’ll have to go early,” Shigaraki sighed, hanging up the phone.
“Where’s Midoriya?!” Bakugo burst into the office with surprising speed.
”At home? I’m not his butler. I’m not tracking his every move with some superpower.” Shigaraki massaged his head.
“No, he’s not. No one has seen him since school,” Bakugo growled, pacing.
“So, you thought to blame me,” Shigaraki said.
”You’re the only person left I hadn’t contacted yet,” Bakugo muttered.
The realization hit Shigaraki. “And you’ve called him?”
”Several times. Each time it doesn’t even ring.” The younger wolf shoved his hands in his pockets.
Shigaraki glanced at his phone. He’d just been on the line with almost all of his idiots, steadily making it across the country since they’d caused too much trouble in one area and Shigaraki had hints that someone was going to start causing trouble here.
“Where was he last seen?” He asked, standing and walking down the stairs, reaching for a coat.
“He was picking up some stupid books at the library,” Bakugo said, following him.
“Then we’ll pick up his scent there and track him down ourselves. It shouldn’t be too hard for two werewolves to do,” Shigaraki hoped that they’d just find him asleep in some book with a dead phone. But the hair on his neck stood up and it felt like he was going to be struck by lightning. A face, a smell played in his head so vividly he didn’t almost didn’t trust himself to drive. When he parked and opened the doors only for that scent to be real and mixed with a gentle downy pine… He growled.
“What is it?” Bakugo asked seriously.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Shigaraki said in a low voice. He closed the door harshly and walked around the front of the library, trying to look ordinary as he smelled the air more than the average person. Then, he sat at a bench in front of the library, looking like he was waiting for something. After a few moments, he stood and returned to the car.
”What the Hell was that?!” Bakugo yelled.
“Shut it. Midoriya was kidnapped,” Shigaraki exhaled shakily as he pulled the letter from his coat sleeve.
“What the fuck?!” Bakugo reprised.
“I’ve been in two other packs before I became an Alpha… the scent I smelled when we got here is the scent of the Alpha of the last pack I was in… if you can call it a pack. I would say it was more of an Alpha-forced science experiment. Werewolves without packs or humans who were then forced to become werewolves would undergo testing done by this Alpha’s friend. I believe this is the wolf who turned you,” Shigaraki worked on opening the letter, but his hands were shaking.
“Why do you think that?” Bakugo asked suspiciously.
“…When he brought me in, he realized… We look similar. He’d killed my entire family, so he adopted me. Gave me his name. I… don’t remember what my mother would have called me, or I would have introduced myself as that. ‘Shigaraki’ is the name of two white haired, red eyed wolves. Except he smells like stone fruit, bitter almond… cyanide. I only realized what the scent was when he used it to kill someone.” Shigaraki mumbled like the information would be helpful, even though he knew it really wasn’t. At last he’d gotten the letter open and read aloud, “‘I’ve borrowed this boy that both of my sons seem enamored with. Let’s have a family discussion.’” He quickly punched in the address that was listed and drove the direction indicated on his GPS.
“‘Both my sons?’ What the hell does that mean?!”
“When an Alpha werewolf bites a human with the intent to change them, they’re considered their ‘sire’ or father or mother. In other words, welcome to the family.” Shigaraki grumbled, his suspicions confirmed.
“Oh, Hell no! I already have parents, I don’t need some creepy pervert coming in and deciding I ‘belong’ to him,” Bakugo growled.
“That’s a good thought process to have with him. Hopefully, we’ll get you and Midoriya out of this before anything happens to either of you,” Shigaraki mumbled.
Bakugo looked at the young man as he drove. He looked a lot older than he was as he sped through town. He’d said that breaking away from Alphas wasn’t easy, and, from what he gathered, Shigaraki’s first Alpha had died and his second Alpha had been this piece of shit. Toumura’s current pack was full of odd werewolves with stronger than normal powers. Was that because they came from remnants of his “fathers” enhanced, studied, and beaten pack?
Questions for after Midoriya was safe at home. Bakugo squeezed his muscles in preparation for a fight. He guessed it would be the only warm up he would get.
He was right.
They entered the warehouse together. Midoriya was chained to a pipe, unconscious, sweating heavily. Next to him were two men, looking as though they were having a nice tea party despite the damp, dingy conditions.
To Bakugo, the Alpha smelled like some over flavored cookie that should be shoved in the trash. The Beta that he didn’t know smelled of glycerin which mixed with Midoriya’s faint pine scent and made the place smell like someone had done a bad job of mopping after spilling after a bakery accident. It made his stomach roll.
He sucked it up and moved to go to Midoriya anyway but Shigaraki, or, in this case Toumura, stopped him, shaking his head.
“What do you want, Shigaraki?” Toumura said.
Bakugo wondered how odd it was yelling your own name like a curse.
“Isn’t it enough just to want to see my oldest and newest sons?” The Alpha asked, placing his intricate tea cup down gently and turning to them. “Hello, Bakugo, by the way. You ran away before I could introduce myself properly last time.”
”No I think I got to know you as well as I’d like to, thanks,” Bakugo muttered, self consciously pulling back the leg that still bore the scar of the wolf’s teeth.
“I also got to know this boy the two of you have been fighting over. He’s a good choice. He could be better… for instance he could be a werewolf but that’s an easy change…” he went to rise from his chair.
”What do you want?!” Toumura barked.
“Ah, a little testy, aren’t you?” The elder Shigaraki asked in a pleasant tone, slowly settling back into his chair and running his finger along the edge of the ceramic cup, like he was thinking in dept. “I want submission. From both of you.” He said flatly. “No more rebellion, give up this illusion you have lives outside of me, or I will tear those lives into pieces in front of you. I will dangle your lives on meat hooks and watch you dance like Pomeranians for treatos. This sweet gentleman is about to enter the worst heat he will ever have in his life, for instance. I can make his day better, worse, or so much worse. What would you two prefer?”
Bakugo looked back at Midoriya. He was starting to wake, but he looked sick. More than that, all of the suppressant patches he normally wore had been removed and had been replaced with something else. As he found consciousness he ground his jaws around the rope gag, not because it was gagging him, but because he needed a distraction. He remembered that Toumura had said that Shigaraki had a friend that liked experimenting on people, he presumed that was Glycerin guy.
“What did you do to him?!”
”I already told you. You should be more concerned at what I might do to you,” Shigaraki growled.
“Bakugo. I know you want to fight, but I need you to get Midoriya out of here. I’ll fight- hopefully kill them. Midoriya has to be your main focus. Do you understand?” Toumura whispered.
”Yeah, yeah. I save the princess, you slay the dragon. Just tell me when.” Bakugo grumbled.
Toumura smiled in spite of himself.
After being kidnapped, Midoriya supposed that he should have been more careful with his life but, honestly, he was not. After all, Toumura assured them that the big bad wolf and his doctor were both very dead. Midoriya himself had never felt so comforted, Bakugo having taken him to one of Toumura’s many open rooms to cuddle him through the horrible heat while texting his parents that they were having a sleepover at a friend's house so no one asked about the sudden medically irresponsible heat. The Alphas kept each other in check to make sure neither did anything other than offer support. Not that the thought entered in either of their minds.
But, months later, now that Shigaraki’s pack was finally getting in and he had more people… more wolves to run with, Midoriya could feel that their distance didn’t grow but it was… there. Bakugo grew closer every second, until one night after they’d graduated, he found himself in Bakugo’s apartment trying to stifle moans so he wouldn’t bother the neighbors.
”Deku, I want you,” Bakugo growled to him.
Midoriya blushed and nodded, “y-yeah, ok!”
”No, you don’t understand… I want all of you,” he reiterated by gently nipping his neck.
“R-really?”
”Yes. If you’ll let me,” was the somber reply.
“Y-yeah!”
It was a thought he was still blushing about days later at the barbecue Toumura’s pack was putting on. They appeared just as Dabi was retelling a story of him and his boyfriend.
”So he looks at me and is like ‘Hey, Dabs, where’s all this fur coming from?’ And I’ve known the guy for three days, I can’t tell him I’m a werewolf yet, so I’m like ‘I take in stray cats in my spare time!’ Because the last time a cat let me near them was when I was thirteen!”
”What, cats hate werewolves? Then I definitely don’t want to be bitten, I’ll just stay human!” Said blonde boyfriend sighed. “I want to pet cats and not smell like wet dog when I go surfing.”
”I don’t mind, so long as we agree that while we see each other this ass is the closest thing we get to pussy.”
”Oh dear boy, some of us are trying to eat,” Compress practically begged.
“Dabi knows that Compress. He is too. Just something not offered on the menu at this establishment,” Toga said sweetly while shoving some bread in her mouth.
“All of you are monsters, and I regret everything,” Toumura said with a smile, eating some ribs.
“Everything!?” Twice asked.
“Mm… Yeah.” He nodded.
Twice gave Midoriya a look as though the time/space continuum had collapsed. “Midoriya my boy! Your people need you! You must go!” And threw him like a javelin.
The oddest thing happened: time seemed to slow. Midoriya had read about how to do flips and things, just physically he’d never had the strength to pull anything off. So he eyed a landing point, turned his face and body to match the angle, kept his eye on the ball and landed it. He was uninjured.
he looked back to the rest of the group, “Hey guys, can you get werewolf-ness some other way? Like… is it sexually transmitted?”
”If it is Keigo’s screwed!” Dabi yelled before being punched.
”Depends… Did Bakugo bite you?” Toumura asked, side-eyeing the man in question.
“Well, yeah, but I’m not a double Alpha like you so it doesn’t matter,” Bakugo said, getting a drink out of the cooler.
“Actually… It seems that you were the first of Shigeraki’s attempt to rebuild a pack. You were his only pack member when I killed him.”
”And…?”
”So his Alphahood likely passed to you. Especially considering that your usually clumsy boyfriend is doing stupid human tricks in my backyard. Congratulations. You’re now a pack of two.” Toumura smirked and went off to sit by Spinner for the remainder of the night.
A pack of two. That made Midoriya think of the man who’d researched wolves and thought they had Alphas in their society too. He had gone and seen wolves in their natural habitat after coming to this conclusion and realized that packs were instead just families trying to take care of their loved ones. No Alphas, just lovers, fathers, mothers. He blushed and wondered if their little werewolf pack could be based more on wolf society than human. A pack of two. A family.