eri/shimano katsuma

Kim Taehyung had never coped well when there was an angry alpha around, no matter that he wasn't the object of their fury. Wisely choosing to keep his mouth shut, he ignored the flaring annoyance building up inside of his chest at being treated like a frail and delicate porcelain doll who did not know any better, once again. He was not frail. He was not delicate. He was nowhere near ignorant. "And how do you suggest we do this?" Alpha Jeon asked eventually, suddenly looking old beyond his years when he had correctly grasped that Alpha Kim would not be the first to open his mouth in this conversation. "How else, Alpha Jeon," Alpha Park said easily, an eerie smile taking over her lips as she regarded both Kings with a level look. "Just like we have sealed our alliances with one another, of course."

Multiple x Piko. Piko wakes up in an unfamiliar room, an unwilling guest. This time, surely, the butterfly ceremony will work, and the vile, eternal curse will be lifted. Gore, torture, blood, NCS, guro, yaoi, vomit, horror, blah blah, etc. (Sorry, Piko. You got the toilet end of the stick once again.)