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Izuna had always known that his fate was to marry a King or Prince of his family’s choosing. He had made peace with that a long time ago, because making peace with such a fate was better than to fear it, especially since there was no way for Izuna to outrun it. It was his fate and he respected that.
Over the years, he had been introduced to many marriage candidates. Some had been cruel, some had been old, some had been boring. And while Izuna would prefer boredom over violence, none of the candidates had really seemed ideal.
Then one day. Tobirama Senju, omega prince of the Kingdom of the Leaf, was offered in marriage to Madara, his alpha brother and heir to the Uchiha throne.
The Fire Kingdom and King Tajima Uchiha accepted the proposal.
Then, out of the blue one day, he had been told that he was to marry Hashirama Senju, Alpha heir to the throne of the Kingdom of the Leaf. Izuna had never met the man and had overheard stories comparing Hashirama to his father, King Butsuma, who was the most cruel King you could ever have the displeasure of meeting. If Hashirama would be anything like his sire, Izuna was not going to have a good time, not ever again for the rest of his life.
The engagement had been long, and their initial meeting postponed as King Butsuma had come to an unfortunate end, impaled on the sword of a knight during a duel. Izuna did not mourn his future father in law’s death at all, but worried for his own future even more. He would not marry Hashirama as a Princess now, he would become Queen, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
For a long time, Izuna and Madara did not hear anything from Hashirama and wondered if it meant the engagement was off, no matter how many time their father told him that Hashirama and Tobirama were simply still in mourning and it would be disrespectful to marry so soon after his father’s funeral. But that didn’t explain why there had not been a letter even explaining this. Izuna wouldn’t be mad if Hashirama had decided to find another bride. Really, Izuna himself could list about 20 eligible Omegas that would make much better Mates and Queens than he would. He would understand, he would not hold a grudge.
But to his surprise, 6 months after King Butsuma had passed away, Tajima Uchiha received two letters addressed to Madara and Izuna.
Izuna took the letter with his name written on the parchment in loopy handwriting, under which the red seal of the senju glared back at him. Izuna’s brother Madara and cousin Hikaku were there when he opened it with shaky hands, uncertain if this letter would free him, or seal his fate.
“My dearest betrothed, Izuna,
I apologize sincerely for not writing to you after my father’s passing. As you may understand, it has been a time of mourning and I too, had to get through my grief. But now I am crowned King and I would like for you to finally take your place at my side and to seal our vows.
I understand if it comes as a surprise to you, but a carriage will pick you up 2 days from now, so we can wed before the next full moon. I will see you very soon.
Yours sincerely,
King Hashirama of the Leaf Kingdom”
“He sounds kind.” His cousin had said. Izuna huffed.
“Yet he wants me to leave in 2 days time, forcing me to leave my home suddenly just because he finally remembers I exist.” He said, pacing. “What happened to meeting him first? The full moon is only 5 days away, and the journey to Leaf Kingdom takes 2. Is he expected me to get out the carriage and marry him immediately?!” Izuna exclaimed. He had truly thought he would have been ready when the time came for him to marry, but now that it had suddenly come, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
“They have different customs there. They marry upon first meetings as they believe it connects the souls without hesitation or insecurity wedging between them. My wedding with Tobirama will be held under the same customs” His brother explained. “The fact that King Butsuma had offered for you to meet Hashirama first means he was going to judge you, take you apart for flaws. Hashirama is showing you kindness, showing his people he has faith in you as his Omega.”
“Hashirama is a good man, I know him, so don’t believe the stories comparing Hashirama to his father.” He added, but Izuna wasn’t sure if he was speaking the truth or simply keeping him from panicking.
“I don’t want to leave home.” Izuna whispered.
“We will miss you dearly, but you will be Queen. Use your power wisely, and make us proud.” Hikaku said.
Izuna had tried his very best not to cry when the carriage arrived and he had to say goodbye to his family. He wanted to look dignified in the eyes of the 2 soldiers and 2 handmaidens accompanying him on the travel. Hashirama himself had not arrived to pick him up, but after what his brother had told him about the customs the Leaf Kingdom upheld, he wasn’t surprised. By their customs, his first meeting with the King would be their wedding day.
Izuna will not be present at Madara and Tobirama’s wedding. He would have liked to have been present at the wedding and to meet Tobirama. But the two weddings will be held on the same day in each alpha’s Realm.
“Please stay warm, my lord, I know the temperature is a lot lower than what you’re used to.” Sir Sarutobi, one of the knights spoke, handing Izuna the cloak one of the timid handmaiden had apparently been trying to get around his shoulders. Sir Sarutobi was a handsome man, dark eyes sparkling with amusement, and his smile kind as Izuna gratefully huddled into the cloak. His family’s Kingdom was in the warmer South, but the closer they were getting to the Leaf Kingdom, the colder it was becoming. Izuna would not be surprised if he would be frozen solid by the time they made it there.
Still, he had been glad they had stopped for a break so he could stretch his legs, his back sore from sitting in the carriage for the second day in a row. He groaned as he twisted left and right, trying to stretch his back, before stilling as he saw Sir Sarutobi and the other knight, Sir Hyuga, avoid their eyes. This was behavior that could be tolerated from a second son with no direct line to the throne, not from an Omega Queen to be.
“Let’s move on.” Izuna said, composing himself, hoping he looked graceful as he stepped back into the carriage with the assistance of Sir Sarutobi’s gloved hands.
Izuna stared at himself in the mirror in front of him. He was dressed in white, the long gown gently hugging his body without showing too much. It had been given to him by Hashirama, as the handmaidens explained, so it would fit in with the customs of the Leaf Kingdom. The long veil trailed behind him as 4 handmaidens tried to get it to lay flat, so it would drag elegantly during his walk down the aisle, and Izuna had praised the old seamstress for the beautiful lace she had embroidered upon it.
Izuna was saddened that his family couldn’t attend this day, but sadly that too, was down to traditions, his own Kingdom’s, not Hashirama’s. From the day he had been promised to Hashirama, he had belonged to the Leaf Kingdom, and no longer to his own. His family wouldn’t attend the wedding as Izuna was simply not theirs to celebrate anymore.
Izuna sighed tiredly as the handmaidens continued to bustle around him to get him ready. Due to the move and the last day frantically doing dress fittings, Izuna had had very little time to nest, and he was starting to feel exhausted. He hoped his new husband would give him some mercy after the wedding night and let him rest.
“You look beautiful.” One of the handmaidens, Himari, offered with a friendly smile, clearly trying to put Izuna at ease. Izuna offered her a smile in return, turning to look at the other Omega, who was very close in age to Izuna himself. Maybe she could be an ally for Izuna.
“Can you be honest with me for a moment?” Izuna asked, letting Himari take his hand to put on his long white gloves. Himari glanced up but then nodded.
“Of course, My Lord.” Himari smiled softly, squeezing Izuna’s palm softly.
“Ha- King Hashirama, is he… is he a good man?” Izuna asked quietly, “Should I fear him?” Himari shared a look with one of the other handmaidens.
“He has always been kind to Omegas, as far as I know.” Himari offered, glancing around to make sure it was just Izuna and the Omega handmaidens in the room. “He is nothing like his father, he will respect you.” He added more quietly. Izuna sighed shakily, relief washing over him.
“Thank you.” He squeezed Himari’s hand in return.
He looked at himself in the mirror one last time.
From today onwards, he would be a Queen, he would have a Mate, and he would be married. It was a lot to get used to, but hopefully, he would come to see it all as home.
“It is time, My Lord.” Himari said softly, she and the other handmaidens helping Izuna towards the castle’s grand hall, where the wedding would take place.
Izuna’s heart was racing in his chest when Himari placed a bouquet of white roses in his gloved hands, smiling and murmuring words of encouragement that Izuna’s didn’t quite hear, and then he was left alone in front of a grand set of wooden doors that would lead to the main hall.
Izuna could hear trumpets announcing his arrival and music begin to play, and he tried to school his face into a neutral expression, trying to look composed and elegant.
The hall was filled with people on the sides of the room, leaving a path down the middle that led Izuna to the small podium where Hashirama’s throne was, now decorated with some flowers and with a priest there to unite them. The King himself stood a little to the right, dark red ceremonial robes pulled taught over a broad, strong body. He had his head bowed towards his hands, which were folded in front of him. He was tall, slightly intimidating looking perhaps, but Izuna gasped softly when the King lifted his head, warm brown eyes widening slightly upon seeing Izuna. He had a handsome face, strong jaw line, lips that curled into a small smile as he nodded his head to Izuna.
He looked kind in that moment. Izuna hoped it was true.
Hashirama stepped down the 3 steps it took to get to the priest, holding out his hand to help Izuna up. Hashirama smelled good, like the forest during gentle rain. His cheeks were flushed a light pink and he did not look Izuna in the eye, his lips pink from where he had been biting on them.
Izuna tried to get eye contact as the priest guiding them through the vows, speaking about Izuna’s new duty as Queen and Mate, and Hashirama’s duties as his husband.
Husband
It still felt unreal, but Izuna dared to smile softly saying his vows, especially when Hashirama peeked up at him through his lashes and smiled back at him. He had a nice smile, making his whole face light up. Hashirama’s hands were gentle as they took off Izuna’s gloves, putting a diamond ring on Izuna’s finger, returning the vows and finally truly bringing his eyes up to meet Izuna’s. They were so warm and wide and Izuna felt like he could get lost in them.
Izuna’s heart skipped a beat as Hashirama leaned in to brush a soft kiss to their lips, sealing their marriage. He sighed softly against Hashirama’s lips, but the kiss was over before he knew it.
Izuna spend the rest of the evening meeting way too many people. The food at the banquet celebrating them was good, but Izuna was so focused on keeping his head straight to keep his new crown from falling, and trying not to be pulled backwards by the heavy royal cloak to really enjoy it.
Hashirama stayed at his side the entire night but did not speak to Izuna much, which was alright, his presence was already a comfort.
“I think it’s time for us to… retire for the night.” Hashirama told him eventually, his first words to Izuna since he vows. His shoulders were tense now and he was avoiding Izuna’s eyes again. Izuna bit his lip, realizing what would come next.
The wedding night.
He was Hashirama’s wife, but now it was time to become his Mate, too.
“Yes, of course, My King.” Izuna nodded, hoping he wasn’t blushing to much. Himari appeared at his side, bowing sweetly and nodding to the king as well. She whisked Izuna off to get him ready. The beautiful wedding gown was switched for a thin slip dress with beautiful handmade lace. He felt a bare, vulnerable, as Himari told him to sit on the edge of the bed.
“He will be kind to you, I’m certain.” Himari reassured him, and with a kiss to his cheek. The handmaiden scurried away.
Hashirama arrived a few minutes later, just as Izuna was staring to get a bit cold. The king had been dressed down to just pants and the dress shirt, which was already halfway unbuttoned. Izuna sat up a little straighter as the Alpha approached, trying to look pretty but Hashirama was looking anywhere but a him.
“My King?” he whispered in confusion as Hashirama sat down next to him.
“We can wait, if you are not ready.” Hashirama blurted out. “Ready for the Mating, I mean.” He added, fiddling with his fingers. Izuna cocked his head to the side. He had expected many things from this, but not for his husband to be insecure.
“I have heard that.. that mating, is nice, pleasurable.” Izuna said slowly, avoiding directly saying the word sex as he thought it might spook the Alpha. ”I have been waiting for this, for you, to experience it. I don’t want to wait any longer.” He added, placing his hand over Hashirama’s. It was the truth, he had heard enough stories from the maids working back home to hear that sex could be nice, enjoyable, and Izuna wanted to be able to enjoy that with his husband, wanted to try it out too. Besides, as much as Hashirama said that they could wait, he knew Mating Marks were expected of them, as well as heirs down the line.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Hashirama said, voice louder. He seemed stressed, smelled the same too, and Izuna hesitantly moved closer, hoping his instincts were right as he gently folded himself against Hashirama’s side, pressing closer.
“They said you would be good to me, that you would respect me.” Izuna whispered. “So show me. I want to experience this with you, with my husband” Hashirama turned to face him at the last word, their faces so close together now they were almost nose to nose.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Hashirama whispered, but his eyes kept falling down to Izuna’s lips, and his scent was getting a little deeper. Izuna smiled.
“I don’t think you would ever hurt me. And if you did, I know it would have been an accident.” He answered. He had only barely met his husband, but Hashirama seemed to be such a kind, gentle soul. Izuna was wishing for it to be true. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Hashirama’s in a soft kiss, before leaning back. He knew Omegas had to be quiet, let the Alpha take charge, but it didn’t seem that Hashirama would be able to right now.
Hashirama let out a deep breath, before finally letting his eyes explore Izuna’s body. Izuna squirmed a little under his dark gaze, smoothing his hands over the nightdress to push it down his thighs a bit more.
“You are much more stunning than your portrait, and that was already devastatingly beautiful.” Hashirama whispered, his voice hoarse. His hands were hesitant as he reached for Izuna, barely seeming to use any strength as he lifted Izuna further onto the bed, before crawling on further too, leaning over him. Izuna spread his legs to let Hashirama fit in between them, softly purring at the warmth covering him. Hashirama smiled softly at the sound, and leaned in to capture Izuna’s lips with his own again.
The kiss was gentle, nice, but Hashirama dared to explore him a bit more, deeper, big hands cradling his face as Hashirama licked into his mouth. Izuna gasped softly, placing his hands on Hashirama’s chest, pushing his shirt off until strong, bare muscle was under his palms.
Hashirama pushed the nightdress up, one of his big hands gently tracing Izuna’s thigh, hesitating before gently brushing between his legs, where Izuna was already bare and wet. Izuna let out a soft noise, hips pushing up at the gentle touch.
“I am afraid it might be a little uncomfortable if it’s your first time,” Hashirama whispered against Izuna’s lips. “And it pains me to think so.” The words were spoken against his neck now, as Hashirama gently pressed a finger into Izuna.
“It’s okay, I can take it.” Izuna whispered, focusing on the foreign feeling of Hashirama’s finger inside him. Perhaps it was the fact he had finally fulfilled his fate of marrying, or perhaps the gentle kindness Hashirama had showed him was making him brave, but Izuna desperately wanted to feel Hashirama inside him, truly inside him. “I am stronger than I look.” He added, when Hashirama still seemed hesitant, although a second finger had joined inside him.
Izuna spread his thighs wider, hoping to look inviting, and Hashirama’s smile was tender as he nuzzled their noses together.
“I am a very lucky man, to have you. I can already tell.” He moved down, helping Izuna take the thin dress off and brushing his hands down naked, pale skin. He ducked down, kissing Izuna’s belly, the insides of his thighs, and then softly licking against Izuna’s clit.
“You are already very wet.” Hashirama muttered, pupils blown wide as he crawled over Izuna again. “Your slick tastes so sweet…” Izuna blushed but nodded with an eagerness he didn’t know he possessed, reaching down to try and undo Hashirama’s breeches. Hashirama helped him, managing to get naked without having to ask Izuna to let go of him. Izuna glanced down and blushed even more furiously pink than before seeing the Alpha was already hard. Izuna lost a little of his bravado, wondering if it really would hurt to have that inside him.
Hashirama distracted him with another kiss, his fingers tangled with Izuna’s next to his head, as his free hand reached down to guide his cock between Izuna’s legs, rubbing softly against the folds.
The first press was a little uncomfortable, making Izuna’s breathing hitch. Hashirama pulled away from the kiss, his shoulders tense, and for a moment it seemed like he was going to pull out again. Izuna let out a soft wine, wrapping a leg around him to keep him in place, bringing him closer.
“It’s okay, it’s just… new.” Izuna moaned softly, rocking himself against Hashirama and feeling the Alpha’s cock slide in a little deeper at every movement. Hashirama was still tense, but melted slightly as Izuna let out a happy noise and bared his neck. After all, Hashirama would bite him soon, when they were knotted together. Izuna wanted him to think about the placement.
Hashirama started to move slowly, face buried in Izuna’s neck as he fucked the Omega with careful motions, making Izuna gasp softly. Izuna carded his fingers through Hashirama’s hair, closing his eyes and focusing on the way the discomfort was making way for pleasure, his belly heating as they moved together.
Something bigger than Hashirama’s cock pressed against him, and Izuna knew it was the knot. He whined a little, squirming, as Hashirama’s grip on him tightened and the Alpha’s teeth pressed against his neck.
The combined feeling of Hashirama biting down and the knot pressing into him was overwhelming, bordering on too much. He whimpered as he nosed into Hashirama’s neck to bite back. It all stung, but also brought him pleasure, and Izuna wanted to move Hashirama’s hand down, beg the Alpha to please touch his clit, make him cum too, but the Alpha had completely still besides a slight tremor going through his body.
“Hashirama…” Izuna whined, blinking in confusion. The Mating rush was dying down quickly, too quickly, making him feel the ache in his body and neck more when he realized Hashirama smelled terrified. “Hashirama!” Izuna grabbed Hashirama’s cheeks, bringing his head up from the crook of his neck to look at the Alpha. Hashirama’s face was flushed but his eyes were wide and filled with guilt that Izuna did not understand.
“Was I not supposed to bite you back?” Izuna asked, mind racing as he tried to think of which customs the Leaf Kingdom upheld. He was pretty sure two-way bonds were the norm here, but then again, after Butsuma’s rule, Izuna wasn’t certain this custom was still upheld.
“I hurt you.” Hashirama rasped out, interrupting Izuna’s thoughts. Izuna blinked.
“I… I am fine, Hashirama. Just like you warned me, it was just a little uncomfortable.” Izuna tried to soothe the Alpha, nosing at his cheek. Hashirama still seemed on edge but calmed a bit more moving to lean on his elbows to take more of his weight off Izuna. The movement tugged on the knot still connecting them, and Izuna could not help but let out the softest whimper.
Something seemed to break in Hashirama, his eyes growing sad and distant as he hung his head. He held completely still now, even when Izuna gently nuzzled him and tried to get him to speak. The knot was slowly going down and once Hashirama seemed certain it wouldn’t hurt Izuna, he pulled out.
“Hashirama?” Izuna said as the Alpha got up from the bed. Izuna pulled the covers up over him, feeling exposed, vulnerable, as he watched the Alpha pull his pants back up and grab his shirt.
“I am so sorry.” Hashirama rasped, before storming out the door.
Having Hashirama leave him like this hurt more than anything else.
“Good evening, My Queen.” Hashirama said as he entered the drawing room, a tired smile on his face. He walked by Izuna on his way to his usual seat next to the fire, opposite the chaise lounge where Izuna was reading, and leaned in to brush a gentle kiss to Izuna’s temple, just like he had done every evening for the last 2 months.
“Good evening, My King.” Izuna answered with a gentle smile. Hashirama had been nothing but courteous and respectful towards Izuna the last weeks, having made sure to spend time with him, as well as ensuring that everything was to Izuna’s liking. Izuna’s favorite flowers had been planted in the greenhouse, as it was too cold for them to grow in the gardens here, and more firewood was gathered every day to make sure the Queen’s quarters were always warm, just how Izuna liked it.
Hashirama was affectionate with him too, laying in Izuna’s nest with him when Izuna requested it, scenting him quickly in passing or leisurely slow when it was just the two of them, and not shying away from kissing the Omega. Izuna honestly felt a little spoiled, both by his husband and the staff in the castle, that fussed over him like he was the most important person to ever set foot in here.
The only issue that remained was when Izuna shared the bed with Hashirama. Even though Izuna had his own chambers, an heir was still expected of them, and they shared some nights in Hashirama’s chambers. Izuna had hoped things would become better, that Hashirama would relax and allow Izuna to figure out what he could and couldn’t handle, but if anything, things had almost become awkward.
Hashirama treated Izuna like he was made of the finest glass in bed, seeming to even be scared to breath in Izuna’s direction. He was tense and anxious whenever they had sex, scent soured and sad even when Izuna urged him on, telling him he was enjoying it. Izuna wasn’t sure if he was doing something wrong, if he was perhaps not doing something an Omega was supposed to be doing, but how was he supposed to know when his preparation for all of this was a talk of how babies were made, followed by a “your body will know what to do”.
Either Izuna’s body was clueless, or Izuna had done something to offend Hashirama.
It wasn’t that Izuna thought Hashirama didn’t want him at all. No, the Alpha would smell wonderfully musky and turned on around him quite regularly, eyes dark and lips parted, and every time Izuna hoped that this would be the day where he would be ravaged and made to orgasm screaming with pleasure under the Alpha’s touches.
But then the glint in Hashirama’s eyes would die down and he would compose himself, get tense again.
And then barely touch Izuna before coming inside him, not even letting the knot catch.
It was so in contrast to how sweet and loving Hashirama was outside the bedroom, Izuna really didn’t know what he did to deserve this cold rigidness during the time that was supposed to bond them closer as a couple.
“Busy day?” Izuna asked softly as Hashirama sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. The King hummed.
“Some more accounts and business that had to be settled after my father neglected to do so.” He murmured. Izuna had learned in the last two months that Hashirama held little love for his sire, which was understandable to more stories Izuna heard about the man around the court. Hashirama turned to face him, smiling so tenderly and kind, and like it had started to do recently upon seeing that expression, Izuna’s heart skipped a beat.
“Do you perhaps want to lay down here with me for a bit?” Izuna asked, biting his lip as he gestured to the chaise lounge, placing the book on the table next to it. Hashirama regarded him for a long moment, but then nodded, his scent seeming to perk up a bit from the musty boredom and tiredness it had reeked of. He closed he distance between them with 2 big strides as Izuna set up to make space for him.
“Let’s move you right here.” Hashirama rumbled as he picked Izuna up easily and moved him so that he could lay down on his back with Izuna tucked into his side, the Omega leaning over Hashirama a bit to make sure they both fit on the seat.
“This is nice.” Izuna purred, moving one leg over Hashirama’s thighs a bit more to get more comfortable, head pillowed on the King’s broad shoulder. Warm arms wrapped around him and Izuna’s eyes fluttered shut contentedly as Hashirama fingers combed through his hair. Hashirama hummed in agreement, the noise turning into a rumble near the end when Izuna kissed at the Mating Mark in the Alpha’s neck.
They settled into silence, Izuna nosing gently against Hashirama’s jaw still to get his warm, happy scent on his own skin as well. He shifted a bit more as he was starting to lose feeling in the hip he was laying on with most his weight. He bit his lip, realizing that the way he had shifted meant he was basically straddling Hashirama, and slowly rolled his hips to test Hashirama’s reaction. Hashirama tensed, but didn’t speak, which wasn’t a direct no. Izuna took it as encouragement as he grinded down more firmly against the Alpha, gasping softly when he felt Hashirama’s cock twitch in interest. Heat flashed down Izuna’s spine, knowing he caused that reaction from the Alpha, and he purred as he rolled his hips another time, kissing at the mark in Hashirama’s neck.
“Izuna…” Hashirama rasped out, helpless hands clutching at his hips. “Please… stop…” there was desperation in his voice, and Izuna stilled instantly. He turned to look at Hashirama, but the Alpha was moving, trying to get up.
“Wait!” Izuna stopped him with gentle hands on his cheeks. “ Let’s just cuddle. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. But I want to spend time with you, and cuddling is nice.” He tried, hoping Hashirama wouldn’t push him away. Hashirama seemed hesitant, but relaxed back into the seat, pulling Izuna back into his arms.
Izuna expertly managed to ignore Hashirama had gotten hard under him.
“You could take a lover.” Hashirama told him as they were walking in he gardens together, Izuna’s hand resting in the crook of Hashirama’s elbow. They had been walking in comfortable silence prior to this, and the words surprised Izuna.
“I’m sorry?” he stopped walking, staring at Hashirama in confusion. The Alpha was refusing to look at him again, looking at the floor as he kicked at the pebbles.
“I am not pleasing you, I’m aware.” He sighed. “Maybe a lover can give you what I cannot.” He added. Izuna felt anger flare up inside him.
“Do you have a lover? Is that why you won’t sleep with me? Are you simply spent by the time you remember you have to bed me too?” he snapped in indignation. Hashirama’s head snapped up, eyes wide, and Izuna instantly felt guilty.
“I do not have a lover.” He said, shaking his head. His shoulders were hunched again, like any time Izuna tried to discuss their lovemaking, making him look so small and insecure, so unlike the strong King Izuna saw at any other moment.
“Then why should I take a lover? At least we should both, then, to make it equal.” Izuna grumbled. Hashirama let out a soft sigh, eyes wide and vulnerable as he bowed his head.
“Would that please you, My Queen?”
His words were so soft, so desperate, and Izuna hated himself for the way he had snapped. He still felt like he deserved an explanation for this all, but clearly, it was something Hashirama could not give him.
“No, I…” Izuna closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Hashirama’s waist and leaning into his chest. “I will consider it. But you don’t have to take a lover if you do not want to, of course.” He muttered, tilting his chin up to look at the Alpha. Hashirama relaxed slightly.
“Okay.” He whispered, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. Izuna returned it, gently placing a hand on Hashirama’s cheek to keep him close longer.
“Okay.”
Izuna’s heart was beating nervously as he watched Kaito take off his armor, leaving him in just his breeches and the loose white shirt he wore underneath. The Alpha smiled kindly at him, crossing over to where Izuna sat perched on the edge of his bed. He leaned in to kiss Izuna’s and Izuna let him, parting his legs so Kaito could stand between them, feeling the heat of the Alpha’s body radiate over him, warming him as he was only dressed in his thin slip dress.
Kaito kissed slower than Hashirama, taking his sweet time exploring Izuna’s lips and letting Izuna chase after him when he pulled back slightly. His hands were warm on Izuna’s hips and Izuna let out a soft noise as he was pulled closer, feeling the bulge of Kaito’s crotch press against him. Kaito’s tongue brushed over his own while his hands toyed with the straps of Izuna’s dress, slipping them down his shoulders.
“Wait-“ Izuna gasped, pulling back. It felt wrong. The Alpha’s touches were sweet, but they weren’t Hashirama’s. Kaito shushed him softly, seeing the upset in Izuna’s eyes, and tugged a blanket over to wrap around the Queen’s shoulders.
“It’s okay.” Kaito smiled as Izuna started to apologize, “If you don’t want this we’ll stop.” He rubbed his hands over Izuna’s shoulders, now covered with the blanket, trying to keep him warm as the Queen still tended to get cold in this climate. Izuna sniffled, frustrated with himself.
“I thought I wanted this. But I think I just want him” he whispered, hoping Kaito would understand all he couldn’t say. Kaito nodded, tugging the blanket more securely around the Omega. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Izuna’s door opened.
“Izuna, I was wond-“ Hashirama’s eyes went wide when he saw Kaito Sarutobi and Izuna together, words dying down on his lips. He schooled his face into a neutral expression, but his sad, bitter scent hit Izuna so hard it made him whimper. “I-I will leave you two to it.” Hashirama said, practically fleeing out the door again.
“Wait!” Izuna gasped, pushing past Kaito to run after Hashirama, blanket forgotten as his bare feet ached from the cold floor of the stone castle. Hashirama was halfway down the hall but turned to look at him, eyes still so very sad it made Izuna want to cry for him.
“I’m okay with it, I promise.” Hashirama rasped. “I just have to get used to seeing you two together, it surprised me now.” He added. Izuna wanted to reach for him, hug him, but he wasn’t sure Hashirama would let him now.
“I was going to-“ he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, what he had asked of the knight, “But I don’t want to, Hashirama, I don’t want him.” He tried, brushing his fingers against Hashirama’s hand. Hashirama’s eyes darkened.
“Has he done something to upset you? Hurt you?” he growled, eyes focused on the door to Izuna’s chambers. Izuna placed a hand on his cheek, making Hashirama look back at him.
“No, no nothing like that.” He promised. “I don’t want him, because I only want you.” He whispered breathlessly. Hashirama’s eyes went wide for a moment, his body instinctively leaning closer to Izuna, but then it happened again. Hashirama tensed, seeming to close himself off again.
“I can’t give you the pleasure, the closeness that you crave.” He whispered. Izuna huffed.
“But why not?” he pushed, “If I truly think you didn’t want me, that you didn’t want to have sex at all I would let it go, I would. But I can feel you wanting it, wanting me, but then you make yourself stop. Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something wrong?” Izuna rambled desperately, tears starting to gather in his eyes. Hashirama’s brows knitted together as he shook his head furiously.
“Of course I want you, but I cannot.” He answered, voice heavy with emotion, big hands closing around Izuna’s smaller hands. “I am sorry, I wish I could have been the husband you deserve, but I would put you in danger.” He whispered, before leaning in to kiss Izuna’s forehead.
Izuna didn’t go after Hashirama when he left this time around.
“My Queen.” Kaito spoke softly, the blanket being wrapped around his shoulders again as Kaito guided Izuna back to his room. Izuna was trembling, of cold or heartbreak he wasn’t sure. Himari was in the room too, purring softly as she helped Izuna snuggle into the quick nest he had made, making sure Izuna was safe and warm tucked in under the blankets. The Omega stayed knelt next to him on the bed, while Kaito sat down on the edge, the two sharing a look.
“Why does he not want me? I don’t understand.” Izuna rasped, tears rolling down his cheeks freely now. Himari purred soothingly, stroking Izuna’s hair, but turned to Kaito for help.
“You have heard the stories of Hashirama’s sire, right?” Kaito started. Izuna nodded, not understanding, “King Butsuma was a very cruel King, but even more cruel on a personal level. Hashirama did not have a good upbringing, and he was always surrounded by a lot of violence. Butsuma had many Mates, but was not kind to them, mistreating and abusing them and that was all Hashirama has ever seen, how destructive Alphas can be to Omegas.”
“But he isn’t like that, he isn’t like his sire at all.” Izuna whispered. Both Himari and Kaito nodded.
“We know that, all of us do. We are so lucky that Hashirama is our King after the destruction his sire left.” Himari whispered. “But Hashirama doesn’t see that, he is so afraid of becoming a monster like his father. The advisors have had their work cut out for them making Hashirama believe he was actually good to the Kingdom, and while he is getting better, the thing he seems afraid of most is hurting you” Himari explained, soft fingers still brushing over Izuna’s hair.
“We think that he feels like he will be out of control, hurt you by accident if he lets himself get carried away with the pleasure. He wants you, but doesn’t trust himself to be good to you.” Kaito whispered. “He was practically hyperventilating after your wedding night, started writing a letter to your family to ask them to take you back so you would be safe from him.” Izuna could almost hear how own heart shatter into a million pieces, not realizing just how much Hashirama was suffering thinking he would be a cruel beast like his father, while in reality he was so kind, so gentle.
“But I love him, I know he would never hurt me.” Izuna rasped. Kaito sighed.
“Yes, but as much as we try to tell him, he doesn’t trust himself.”
It was a ridiculous plan, a truly insane, out of this world idea but it was the only thing Izuna thought that could help them. Showing Hashirama he trusted him blindly was apparently not enough, he needed to make Hashirama trust himself around Izuna.
“He is on his way.” Kaito told Izuna, heading into the King’s chambers were Izuna was pacing next to the bed, blanket wrapped around him as the slip dress was once again too little to keep him warm. Izuna let out a shaky breath, glancing over the nest he had made on Hashirama’s bed one last time to make sure it was perfect, before straightening up and watching the door closely until Hashirama walked in.
Hashirama tensed instantly as he glanced back and forth between Kaito and Izuna. He seemed wounded, and Izuna knew what this must have looked like at first, that Hashirama thought Izuna was taunting him.
“Please hear me out, my love.” Izuna cooed softly, walking over to take Hashirama’s hands in his and guiding him to the bed, purring softly as the King looked around in distrust. He managed to get Hashirama to sit down next to him. And gently kissed each of the Alpha’s calloused palms.
“What is the meaning of this.” Hashirama tried to sound tough but his voice was trembling. Izuna shushed him softly, gently making Hashirama look at him.
“I know you want me, want to lay with me.” Izuna softly said. “But you don’t trust yourself not to hurt me.” He added bluntly. Hashirama’s cheeks went red as he lowered his head in shame.
“You have not seen what my father could do. His blood runs in my veins and it would break me if I hurt you in any way.” He answered. “It is better for me to keep some distance, so you will be safe.”
“But what if you can lay with me and not be afraid?” Izuna told him. “You can say no, but Kaito could stay, be near so if at any time I look even the slightest bit in pain, he can step in. I know I will always be safe with you, but that way, you can feel like that too.” He readied himself for Hashirama to tell him that it was ridiculous, for the King to storm out, but Hashirama hesitated.
“I will not interfere,” Kaito spoke up. “I will simply be here as a safety net, for the both of you.” He rumbled, bowing his head in submission to his King. Hashirama swallowed thickly, looking at Izuna. Izuna could smell his scent deepen as he thought about it, and it made him shudder, slick collecting between his legs. Hashirama let out a soft growl as he noticed the Omega’s scent change too, and turned to Kaito.
“You will get him out the moment it is needed?” he asked the Knight, who inclined his head. “Promise me.” Hashirama rasped. Kaito looked his King in the eye.
“On my life.” He said it with such confidence, such determination, and Izuna could see the tension melt from Hashirama’s shoulders as he turned back to his Queen.
“And you want this? You… You want me,?” he asked softly. Izuna swallowed thickly, glancing at Kaito before taking Hashirama’s hand and bringing it between his legs, letting him feel how aroused he was.
“Please, I want no one but you, my love.” He had planned to say so much more, pour out his heart for Hashirama but he didn’t trust himself to speak, so he hoped this would be enough. Hashirama’s pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he nodded, knuckles brushing gently over Izuna’s wet, sensitive center.
“Lay down, Izuna.” Hashirama told him hoarsely, helping Izuna crawl back into the nest. The Alpha undressed before crawling over him, bodies pressed flush together, and Izuna whimpered when he felt Hashirama grow hesitant again. Kaito cleared his throat.
“Why don’t you use your mouth and fingers on him first, My King?” he offered. Izuna nodded eagerly. Yes, yes he wanted Hashirama’s fingers, his mouth, fuck he wanted everything. Hashirama nodded too, scent softening again as he ducked in to kiss Izuna softly while his warm hands pushed up the slip dress, baring Izuna under him.
“You are so beautiful.” Hashirama whispered, kissing his way down Izuna’s chest, soft lips kissing over his nipples, softly drawing them into his mouth, one by one, until they both stiffened from the touch. He kissed further down, sometimes stopping when Izuna whined, but a rumble from Kaito signaling he deemed the Queen safe was enough to soothe him again.
Hashirama stopped his path downwards when he hoovered over Izuna’s spread thighs, staring at Izuna’s pussy. Izuna squirmed. He wasn’t afraid, not at all, but he wanted so desperately for Hashirama to like his body, for Hashirama to enjoy this all too.
‘Look at him, he wants you so bad, My King.” Kaito rumbled deeply from where he had sat down on the chair Izuna had placed near the bed for him. “He is desperate for you to taste him.” He added lowly. Izuna moaned, hips stuttering up as he clawed at Hashirama’s hands on his stomach.
“Please, please my love… Please I want you so bad, I have been waiting so long-“ he whined, before crying out as Hashirama licked through his folds, the Alpha rumbling deep in his throat at the taste. Instead of on their wedding night, Hashirama didn’t pull away after one touch. Instead, he nosed in deeper, sucking and licking at Izuna’s pussy with vigor as his big hands closed around Izuna’s thighs to keep make from squeezing his legs closed around Hashirama’s head.
“You are making him feel so good, my King, he is so happy.” Kaito said softly. Hashirama grunted in acknowledgement, before his tongue pushed into Izuna. Izuna whined, the feeling getting so overwhelming. He was pushed closer and closer to the edge with every drag of Hashirama’s tongue, with every groan he muttered against Izuna’s skin that made him feel like he was on fire.
“Hashirama… Hashirama, I-I need to-“ he wasn’t sure what he was asking, but the way Hashirama looked up, mouth still locked over his pussy, was answer enough.
Izuna shuddered as he came, hands scrambling until Hashirama intertwined their fingers, grounding him as he licked Izuna through his high, his motions slowing until he was softly kitten-licking at Izuna’s clit, waiting until Izuna whined and pushed him away.
“Too sensitive…” Izuna whispered breathlessly, pulling Hashirama up to have the Alpha cover his body with his own, protecting him. Hashirama rumbled deep in his chest, eyes soft, content as he mouthed at Izuna’s neck. He was prolonging the moment now, not taking the next step. Izuna glanced at Kaito, seeing the knight was trying desperately to keep himself composed.
“My Lord, I think your Omega desperately wants you inside now.” Kaito rasped, swallowing thickly. Izuna knew he was asking a lot from the knight, that the heavy scent of sex in the air wasn’t leaving Kaito unaffected.
“Can Kaito wait just outside the door, Hashirama?” Izuna whispered as Hashirama rocked against him. The Alpha felt so big, so hard against him, and Izuna was desperate to feel him fill him up. “We will be safe, but private too, when we… when we make love.” He added, gently tracing his teeth over Hashirama’s ear. Hashirama swallowed, seeming hesitant.
“I trust you with my life.” Izuna told him firmly, making Hashirama look him in the eye. Hashirama gave him a soft smile, and then a small nod, before he leaned in to kiss Izuna.
“You may leave us, Kaito.” Hashirama managed to say. Kaito rumbled at them both but was in quite the rush when he left the room, leaving the two of them together. Hashirama was looking at Izuna a little sheepishly again, but what taking deep, slow breaths to calm himself.
“Roll over.” Izuna murmured, nudging at the Alpha until he rolled onto his back, Izuna settling over him. He felt powerful like this, beautiful too, if he were to believe the look in Hashirama’s eyes. “Is this okay? I can set the pace, so you know I am enjoying it.” Izuna told his Alpha softly, brushing his hands down his strong, warm chest. Hashirama nodded eagerly, hands cupping Izuna’s waist, simply holding on as Izuna slowly sank down on the Alpha’s cock. The stretch was making him shudder, but his whimpers and gasped didn’t scare Hashirama this time around. Instead, the Alpha seemed to take all the noises and gasps in with an eager expression, fingers massaging Izuna’s waist as Izuna ass met his hips, taking Hashirama fully.
“You feel so good, my love.” Hashirama whispered, sitting up, wrapping his arms around Izuna’s waist so they were fully intertwined as they rocked together. Izuna smiled, fingers carding through Hashirama’s long soft hair as they kissed languidly.
“I love you.” Izuna whispered, gasping softly as Hashirama jerked his hips up slightly, pushing further into him. Hashirama groaned, pressing his face into the crook of Izuna’s neck.
“I love you too, so much.” Hashirama returned softly, panting softly as Izuna brought their mouths back together again, kissing Hashirama firmly. Izuna was still so sensitive, shuddering at every bit of friction. He felt Hashirama was trying to keep himself under control, the knot nudging at him a bit but Hashirama didn’t push in yet.
“We can do this over and over again, Hashirama. I want you to knot me now, we have the rest of forever to do this again.” Izuna whispered. Hashirama’s eyes fluttered shut, their foreheads resting together as he pushed up, pushing the beginning knot into Izuna. Izuna smiled at the feeling, leaving kisses all over Hashirama’s face as the Alpha groaned and spilled in him. They were knotted together, they had had sex, and Hashirama was still smelling happy, so fucking happy, and it was leaving Izuna a little delirious.
“Izuna…” Hashirama chuckled as the Omega furiously tried to get Hashirama’s scent on him too, his fluffy hair tickling Hashirama’s cheeks and neck. He cupped Izuna’s face between his hands.
“We have the rest of forever.” He used Izuna’s words. “You won’t lose me again, I promise.” Hashirama added, brushing a kiss to Izuna’s lips.
“Promise me Hashirama, please. I cannot bear you getting distant again…” Izuna whined softly. Hashirama rumbled.
“I promise you, Izuna.” Hashirama said in earnest. “I promise with all my heart.”