Nekocchi

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Title: Honey Trap
Pairing: Endeavor/Deku

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A/N:

Annnd I'm back. Kinda.

Sry for the lack of posts/updates these past months. I was in a bad place mentally. But I'm doing good now, sorta.

"I'm scared... Huck... What... What will happen to... Because I'm..."

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Tbc...

"Why? What scares you, my omega?" He tried to comfort him, licking his tears, kissing his cheeks and the edge of his lips.

It may have been the adrenaline and desperation from earlier but now, everything was sinking in as he accepted his fate.

The enigma's eyes narrowed in concern as he watch his mate start to cry. His tears always had this effect on him, where his heart and chest feels too heavy. Where his stomach churns and twist at the sight of his mate hurting.

Showing his undying devotion and affection.

"I'm scared, Enji." Izuku finally confessed with a choke. "I'm scared of our future... I'm scared what will happen to me, to us. To..." He trailed off as he choked on his words.

Enji with ever the unreadable look just watched him almost curiously before eventually closing his eyes then nuzzling to the soft touch of his omega, his hand soon following and covering the entirety of Izuku's. Pulling it closer to his lips before giving it a kiss.

Ahh, it really was no use. Because from the start, or rather, somewhere down the road, he knew that his heart belonged to this man whether he intended it or not.

"Enji..." He said as his hands approached and carressed the man's chiseled jaws then cheek.

Wanting to hear the answer directly from his lips.

"What drove you to the corner to do this to me? To your husband, your enigma, your mate." Enji asks pleadingly, his voice almost a whisper at the end.

His turquoise orbs unblinking as it stared to Izuku's emerald ones.

"Why what, Enji?" He asks in a monotone voice. But deep down, he also fears to know what the man was thinking.

There's no point in hiding it anymore, not when the man has an unworldly senses. In fact, the enigma may have already knew it from the start but was just asking him.

Prompting Izuku to turn around and look at those dull turquoise eyes that were once bright and shining like the sun. But now looked empty and yet somehow crazed.

Those eyes that he once admired and loved to stare at all day long.

While his senses were tingling in an uneasy manner, sleep was lulling him slowly to the deep dark.

But it seems that the redhead has no intention for that yet.

"Why?" He asks in a whisper with an almost broken voice.

It was quiet for a while, neither of them breaking the uncomfortable silence that have long since settled. The only sound that could be heard were their soft breathings.

And that's probably because their body was close to one another...

Before spooning against him. Enji being the bigger spoon of course.

Whether he didn't learn a thing or because he knows the man so well, Izuku took some solace to that. For all thats worth, the man never outright lied to him in his face. So he could take it to some face value.

He was suddenly wide awake, and ready to fight tooth and nail if he has to against getting... violated.

But he was met with a hush tone of Enji, like a parent calming their unruly toddler.

"Shh, dont fuss. I wont touch you," he promised, "At least not today."

As if accepting his fate lifted a heavy burden from his shoulders.

But the moment the man started to tuck himself as well on the futon then pulling their body close, his non-existent hackles began to rise.

Instead, he was carefully tucked in their shared large futon on the floor. Where Enji laid him gently, almost afraid dare he say, to harm even a single strand of his hair.

He could even feel his body starting to relax under the enigma's gaze. His eyelids suddenly heavy.

When they arrived to their shared room, Izuku's eyes were shut closed, half expecting to be stripped down on the spot and be treated the same way he was before from his previous escape attempts.

But it did not happen.

He could only look from behind the man and watch as the door get smaller and smaller, until disappearing from his sight as they turn to a corner.

Not noticing the turquoise eyes glancing at him, watching him with such intensity.

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It was almost sickening from the way he's acting right now when Izuku knows what's underneath that facade.

But Izuku could only nod dejectedly before he was gathered by the man in his arms, carrying him princess style, as said male led him away from the entrance.

out a pleased growls that was akin to that of a purr.

"There's no need to fear anything, Izuku. We can talk about this after returning to bed, or maybe even later if you want. How's that sound?" He asks in a warm patient tone.

Strong large arms encircled him from behind, hugging him almost too tightly, his back pressed to a solid and well sculpted body. He didn't even noticed when the enigma went down with him on the cold floor.

Izuku could feel the vibration of the other's body as the redhead let -

Oddly enough, even without the voice whispering in his head right now, he could faintly hear it laugh and taunt at his stupidity while saying 'I told you so'.

Perhaps he should just accept his fate. This inevitable end.

After all, this man...

"Izuku."

Is his mate...

Even if he does managed to escape by some miracle, then what? What would happen to him? Where would he go from then on?

His parents...

The only reason why he chose to do this was gone...

He didn't even get to see them off properly because of him...

defense mechanism.

He didn't know. He doesn't care anymore.

He just wants to go home. And this isn't it.

But then again, does he even still have a home to call outside this picture perfect hell prison? Does he have someone, anyone to call out for help?

almost send him to another anxiety attack.

He was so caught up in his own train of thoughts that he didn't even noticed the man's approaching footsteps until he was behind him. Or perhaps his mind was starting to dissociate again and was trying to ignore everything as a -

But that was just a foolish thought of him. A thing of the past.

A 'what could have been'.

But not anymore...

Not after all the horrors he have experienced and endured from this man.

Just the mere memories of those unspoken things flashing through his mind is enough to -