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The air is choking him. 

He’s certain of it- every breath is thin and haggard, scraping inside his throat and down to his lungs. 

Megumi claws at his chest, vision flickering.

It’s all he can do to keep his wits about him and find his way into a secluded building. With well-worn senses he determines no one else is inside, no cursed energy detected. 

The dusty abandoned room he stumbles into is a welcome respite from the blazing sun piercing his eyes and worsening the ache splitting his skull. He weaves through the building, barely avoiding overturned furniture and small pieces of rubble scattered about the floor.

“Fuck,” he curses breathlessly, still struggling to steady his breaths.

As safe as he can feel, far away from any other soul or creature, Megumi slumps to the ground. The room is dim, one shattered window the only source of light. The shadows cradle him, familiar, comforting. He lets himself sink.

“...Fushiguro?”

Jade eyes flutter open, drained.

“Fushiguro Sensei? Are you okay?”

“I let her go.” He blurts. Soft, smiling eyes flicker in his mind’s eye. Long dark hair. It hurts to see.

There’s a pause. Then shuffling, the soft scent of a generic fruity body wash tickling his nose.

Megumi stares down at his hands. The world around him is swirling, black fog. His shadows are never cold- they’re cool to the touch, can even whip up wind if he asks them to, but they never feel cold.

“Who?”

He looks up slowly, head feeling like it weighs a hundred pounds. He doesn’t want to look. But at least he can see, now, and breathe.

“My…” his throat closes off. He doesn’t want to say. He shakes his head, swallowing hard, and reaches an arm up in a silent request.

Yuuji accepts just as silently, sliding into the empty space at his side. He snuggles into Megumi’s warmth, fitting perfectly like he belonged there. Completely at ease.

Big brown eyes look up at him, wide and questioning. But he doesn’t push when the older man stays quiet, instead resting his head on a broad shoulder and relaxing into their embrace. 

It’s been weeks since the Culling Games began. Several more since the Shibuya Incident took place, and Gojo Satoru was sealed away.

Megumi had gotten lucky that night. 

After dispatching the blond curse user that had tried to sneak up on him, Megumi had sent out his Divine Dogs to look for Maki, Naobito Zenin, and Nanami. He didn’t have a clue what had happened to the trio after that strange man threw him through the window and fought him throughout the streets of Japan- but they had all been injured to various degrees, and he wanted to make sure they had made it out of the Domain okay.

No sooner had he sent the dogs did an unsettling tremor slide down his spine.

“Sukuna,” he had gasped. His presence was in Shibuya. 

A moment later he saw the man- atop a building one moment with that volcano curse and the next slamming that same curse through every single floor, down to the lowest level. A flare of fire flashed from the area, knocking Megumi from his stupor and propelling him forward.

Sukuna was much, much stronger than before.

The sorcerer’s domain expansion was strong enough to hold the curse off, but it was mainly luck that won him the fight. He found out later that Yuuji was fighting back, too- trapped deep inside Sukuna but just barely beginning to break the surface, just barely able to wrestle some control back. He was able to keep Sukuna weaker, limiting his cursed energy output, stunting his fluid movements and making each step just a little jerkier.

Megumi had incapacitated Sukuna, smothering him in shadows and striking his temple with a sharp burst of cursed energy, enough to knock him out. 

Looking back he could almost laugh at his own panicked reaction, not even a hint of a clue on what to do about the unconscious teenager slumped in his arms. He'd made the quick decision to hide him in his shadows, summoning more Shikigami to help escort Maki and Nanami to Shoko in order to heal their wounds.

The rest of the night was a blur.

A grisly fight with a blue-haired, patch-faced curse.

The bright flash of nails, soaked in cursed energy. Kugisaki, aiding him against the curse.

A sickly smile and deceivingly calm words. Kenjaku.

In the end, they hadn't been able to stop him.

Kenjaku had used Idle Configuration and started the Culling Games, taking the Prison Realm with him.

“Sensei?” 

Yuuji’s soft voice breaks him free of his swirling thoughts.

“Your shadows…”

Ink black wisps thrash around them, writhing over each other on the floor like overgrown vines. Some slither along their bodies. Yuuji shows no sign of discomfort, not even a flinch when a shadowy tendril curls around his neck. His eyes only hold worry for Megumi.

“Ah,” he sighs, nodding in reply to the student. Yuuji’s presence helped settle most of his emotions, but he still had to focus on finishing the job.

The shadows calm around them, slowly fading away until their surroundings unveil themselves. The abandoned room is just as drafty and dusty as before, the concrete beneath him warmed by his body heat. His ass feels a little numb, though.

“Sorry, I just…” The older man shifts, trying not to dislodge his company. “I’m having a difficult day.”

The pink-haired boy hums, eyeing him. 

“Do you want to talk about it? You might feel better if you do. You probably would.” 

Megumi huffs a soft laugh, smile falling away just as fast.  “Not now.”

The teen bites his lip, thinking. “Okay. If you’re sure. I’ll be here to listen, whenever you’re ready…”

When he gets no response, he continues. “What about a meal? There might be a kitchen in this place, right? There’s still some food stored in your shadows I can use to make some gyudon! At least, I’m pretty sure we didn’t use all the beef…”

The teacher sits, listening to the other ramble about meal ideas. 

A part of him knows he should feel guiltier than he does.

At the beginning, Yuuji was a lot more resistant. Unsurprising- the boy was adaptable, maybe more than he should be, but he never enjoyed feeling useless. 

Being caged inside Megumi’s shadows was not the same as hiding away in Gojo Satoru’s basement for a few months, where he could still train and go on the occasional mission.

Megumi refused to take the risk, keeping him safe and hidden despite the exhaustion of maintaining his technique (storing weapons did not use nearly as much energy as storing an entire person -). The only times Yuuji was released were at night, when he was least likely to be seen. There was the execution to think about, after all. And word has spread about Okkotsu making a binding vow , of all things, to see it through.

Nothing was worth the risk.

The only other sorcerers he’d allowed to visit Yuuji were Nanami, Kugisaki, and Choso. The last one had sworn his loyalty if Megumi helped him find his “little brother”, and eventually won over their trust enough to be reunited with him. Choso fought other curses fiercely in the stead of his brother and had no motive they could see so far that would get him to turn against them. 

Getting to see the others placated Yuuji a bit, but the first few visits were rough, to say the least. 

The kid had shouted, bargained, pleaded, spit profanities- he’d even cried, once, and that had been disturbing to see. Yuuji didn’t cry easily.

Even more disturbing had been the way Megumi’s cock twitched watching him whimper, glistening tears trailing down flushed cheeks and dripping down his chin.

Megumi had never been attracted to the student. He was easy on the eyes, sure, and clearly had a nice body. His personality was endearing, too; sweet, selfless, a steadfast strength to him, just like-

Just like-

“There should be pork I picked up recently, if there’s no beef.” He interrupts, standing.

Yuuji grins and takes his offered hand, hopping up. “Oh, we haven’t had pork in a while! Score!”

Megumi fights a smile, leading the way further into the building in their search for a kitchen.

It… didn’t matter who he reminded Megumi of. He was a student, anyway. An underaged student. 

He had never thought of Yuuji in any way but platonic, though his affection grew over time. It’s not like they spent all that much time together. Yuuji and Kugisaki were first years, taught by Gojo. Megumi taught the second years. 

Megumi had been the one to find Yuuji all the months ago, in a school in Sendai. The foolish boy had found a cursed object and given it to his senpais, unwittingly leading them to their deaths.

He’d saved them from those same deaths by swallowing a finger, and reincarnating a curse.

It was a stupid, brash, impulsive decision. Megumi still couldn’t help but admire him for it.

Since becoming a student, Yuuji had gone on a few missions with Megumi supervising, and trained with him a handful of more times. Apparently, it was enough for him to develop something of a juvenile crush.

Gojo had a field day once he’d caught on, but the younger man obviously did not entertain his former guardian’s delusions. 

“Yuuji-kun is such a lovely boy, though!” He had cooed, ignoring the way Kuro gnawed at the edges of Infinity. “You can’t break his heart! You should nurture his puppy love, show him the great highs and lows of his first love-” 

“Stop talking.”

His technique didn’t allow him to teleport like Gojo could, but the shadows were one of his favorite ways to exit an unwanted conversation. He had a lot of practice using it, at this point, after all his years around the white-haired menace.

Unfortunately for Yuuji, Megumi had morals. Somewhat.

Meaning, he had made no move on his student, and had no plans to, either. 

However, that did not mean he was above making it seem like he might, in the form of flirting. Especially not if it helped keep Yuuji complacent and eager to please while stuck in his confinement.

A few uncharacteristically sugary words here, some warm, light caresses there- maybe even throwing in a sultry look or two- and an impressionable, hormonal teenage boy with a crush became much easier to mollify. 

Did he feel bad about manipulating him? Sure. Maybe. Not really. Ultimately what was more important was keeping Yuuji alive and safe. If his feelings got a bit bruised in the process, it would be worth it. He knew it would be.

“I’m honestly surprised this place is still in good condition! It doesn’t look nearly as bad in here as it looked downstairs,” the teen chirps, running into the kitchen to examine every inch excitedly. The room was on the smaller side, only one wall dedicated to the stove, oven, fridge and pantry cabinets. It had a sleek island in the middle, with more drawers to add space.

A few feet away the tile shifted to carpet, a living area that housed a cozy red couch and a few domed, cushioned seats. It had a modern design, a medium-sized wooden table between the seats and the white board on the far wall. It had likely been the lounge of an office space before. Or maybe a tutoring center?

Megumi scans the entire room for any signs of cursed energy despite doing a search of the building earlier. It never hurt to be cautious.

“Be careful with whatever food you might find in here,” he warns, watching the pink blur throw open cupboards and cabinets. “Inspect it thoroughly before thinking to use it-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuji waves him off, rifling around a drawer. “This isn’t our first scavenging rodeo, I get it!”

The black-haired man rolls his eyes, annoyance smothered. He continues his examination of the room, soft humming and clattering utensils filling the air. He glances over, gaze sticking to the bare nape. Warm tan skin, freckled and smooth.

He swallows.

He never reciprocated Yuuji’s feelings, never reciprocated his attraction.

But lately…

“Everything is washed and ready to use! Just need to grab a few more things and we’ll be ready to start cooking!”

Yuuji kneels on the ground, bending over to reach into a cabinet.

Megumi looks away.

Lately, something shifted.

Call it wires crossing, an acquired taste, whatever- Megumi has no idea what happened. Maybe it truly was his own fault, his manipulative flirting coming back to bite him in the ass by changing the way his brain viewed his companion. Either way, the reality was that one day the young man had a sobering realization that he was enjoying his ill-intentioned interactions with Yuuji.

Genuinely enjoying them.

He didn’t have to fake his half-lidded gaze when it roamed over that pretty, peach-pink face. He didn’t have to untense his muscles when he leaned into Yuuji’s space, breathing in his sweet musky scent.

It was becoming easier and easier to banter with him, to drop a double-entendre and relish the wide-eyed, flustered look that was bound to follow.

The sorcerer wants to blame it somehow on Gojo. It would be the same as indirectly admitting he shared something in common with that infuriating man. He still can’t decide what he finds more unbearable.

Acknowledging Gojo’s influence on his character and psyche, or that Megumi is just that much of an unabashed pervert.

“Uh, maybe you should just sit down, Sensei. I’m almost done, anyway. You should take the moment to rest.”

“Oh. Yeah, I. I’ll do that.”

He feels so unlike himself, walking over to one of the bright yellow seats. He brushes it of any dust or crumbs and lowers himself numbly. 

Usually, Megumi is the one giving directions, guiding Yuuji through the motions of the night. He tries not to be overbearing; the boy is obedient but also appreciates having freedom and control over the little time he is allowed it. 

After what happened today-

Megumi sits stiffly, eyes dry as he stares unblinkingly at the whiteboard. It’s blank save for a doodle of a UFO abducting a little mooing cow. There are faded imprints of words where the ink of the markers stained the surface harshly.

After what happened, he feels more fragile than usual. Any time a thought he doesn’t want to acknowledge threatens to float to the surface of his mind he has to frantically shove it down in order to maintain an air of everything being okay. He needs a distraction.

He hears Yuuji humming softly to himself, meat sizzling quietly. 

Yuuji is a very welcome distraction. 

Maybe, earlier, when he reached for the comfort of his shadow world, he was subconsciously seeking out the boy’s company, too.

Megumi blinks, eyes stinging.

They have a quiet but delicious meal, most of the commentary coming from Yuuji’s end. Megumi washes their dishes, hands going through the motions. It’s mindless muscle memory while his mind races, thoughts darkening back to what he had found out earlier that day.

Being with Yuuji had helped him forget, but now-

Plump pink lips stretched into a smirk. A cruel tug of the lips, ice-cold where there should have been soft warmth.

The eyes-

A glass clatters noisily in the sink when he drops it. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, rinsing the thankfully intact glass and setting it to dry. Megumi didn’t usually care that much about leaving the places they travelled through clean, but Yuuji insisted on it. He was thoughtful like that.

The man stares down at the shiny metal of the sink. 

A thoughtful, caring young man. Someone who should be protected. 

His hands curl tightly around the edge of the counter.

Was Megumi protecting him? Was Yuuji safe with him?

“Hey.”

He relaxes his shoulders. Lets go of the counter.

Megumi turns around.

Yuuji smiles. “Are we meeting with the others, or is it just us tonight?”

A beautiful bird, tucking himself into his own cage so willingly. Eyes looking up at his owner with nothing but adoration.

He feels sick.

“Do you want to see the others?”

Yuuji blinks. “Well…”

Then pauses. He looks at Megumi. Really looks, studying him for so long the teacher fights back the urge to fidget. 

“One night alone won’t hurt.” His second smile is just as achingly sweet as the first.

***

As his captor, Megumi reckons he owes it to the teen to at least stay with him until he falls asleep. 

The pink-haired boy assures him he’s not afraid of the dark, but the older man isn’t too naive as to think the unending void of his shadows are as comforting to others as they are to him.

They store battery powered lanterns to help keep the darkness at bay, for the times Yuuji is awake and finding things to pass the time with. The use of cursed energy has to be limited, or it disrupts the maintenance of his technique. Yuuji was very unhappy to hear he couldn’t train or practice his CE control while hidden away, but he got over it eventually.

He’s taken a liking to drawing, his messy scrawls slowly but surely taking shape. It was still hard for Megumi to guess his subjects more often than not, but he had successfully identified his recent drawing as a cute tiger cub wearing a fireman’s uniform. Yuuji had been over the moon.

The kitchen proves to be the cleanest room in the building other than the bathrooms, surprisingly. They prepare an area against the wall, Yuuji laying out their futons and pillows while Megumi does one last patrol of their perimeter. He lays out talismans to reinforce the barriers he carefully weaves around them, blocking anyone with cursed energy from entering.

Creating barriers is one of the more recent things he’s learned to do with proficiency. He’s never been more grateful for all the sleepless nights practicing his technique and talisman crafting over and over. 

Once he’s done, he joins Yuuji. The younger man is already snuggled in his futon, doe eyes tracking his movements. 

He climbs in, offering a quiet, “Good night,” and settling on his back. Green eyes trace the grooves in the ceilings, ignoring the stare burning a hole into his face. 

Yuuji doesn’t respond.

Megumi finally gives in, glancing at him. The pinkette is laying on his side, watching him intently.

The teacher raises an eyebrow.

Yuuji squirms, huffing a bit. 

“We… we never spoke.”

Megumi blinks. “What?”

“I know you said no, but I… well, you still seem troubled. I don’t like to see you like that. Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you? I think you should.”

Ice grips his heart, the organ thudding hard as though in retaliation. Megumi looks away, teeth gritted. 

“No.”

Silence.

It goes on for long enough the black-haired man assumes Yuuji will leave it there. He continues staring at the ceiling, desperately coaxing his thoughts away from the events of the day.

His fingers twitch, flinching at the feel of calloused skin skimming his.

When he turns, Yuuji is still looking back at him, though his ears are a cute red color now. He says nothing, and continues interlacing their fingers together.

The touch brings a knot to Megumi’s throat.

Yuuji’s hand is small in his. He knows he’s a strong boy, stronger physically than even him, but like this he feels…

Megumi’s thumb strokes over the back of Yuuji’s hand. He feels him shiver, and scoot closer. Soft pink strands tickle his chin where the teen tucks it against his chest.

His heart thuds in his chest. It feels loud. It must be. Can Yuuji hear the way it's fluttering?

“Sensei,” the boy whispers.

He focuses on keeping his breaths steady.

In, hold. Out, hold. 

“Yes?” He whispers back.

“Can I kiss you?” 

His thumb stops.

Minty breath washes over his collarbone. Yuuji waits patiently for his reaction.

“I….”

His hair smells like tangerines and soap, clean and youthful.

His skin is a mix of buttery soft and rough callouses. 

He thinks of the bare stretch of skin at the nape of his neck. The splatter of freckles that dust it, running down his shoulders and chest.

Megumi's mouth waters. 

If he looks down, he'd see the faintest of freckles spread across the bridge of his nose, the edges of his cheeks and climbing up his hairline. They had faded after summer, pale in the winter months.

Megumi pulls away, eyes searching honey brown to study him properly. Yuuji's hand twitches in his, the only nervous tic he's letting show.

“Why do you want to kiss me?”

Of course, he knows the simple answer. 

But a small part of him worries that this is a misplaced attempt to comfort him. 

“I like you.” Yuuji says easily. The blush on his ears darkens, but miraculously doesn't make its way to his face quite yet. 

“I just… well, I've wanted to kiss you multiple times before, but right now- I don't know, I just thought I would try. It's okay if you don't want to.”

The man breathes. In, hold. Out, hold. 

He's still not convinced Yuuji isn't doing this just to distract him, to comfort him. That doesn't mean it isn't working . 

Megumi has morals. He does. He swears he does. More than Gojo Satoru, at least.

But he can't go another second pretending his newfound feelings are only attraction to this boy’s pretty body and pretty face.

This whole time without realizing, he had already been halfway to being in love with Yuuji. Now, he was sure all he's done these past few weeks were unknowingly taking those last steps into a full-blown infatuation. 

So much has been taken from him. Shouldn't he get a chance to finally take for once?

Well. Gojo did always tell him to be greedier.

He licks his lips, noticing Yuuji track the motion. 

“You can kiss me.”

Pupils dilate, fattening until brown becomes a thin ring he can barely detect. The soft pink on his ears spread to his cheeks. It's incredibly cute.

The pink-haired sorcerer tilts his head up, gaze flicking between his eyes and lips. Once they're close enough, he lets his pink lashes flutter shut, cherry lips brushing on his own.

It's an innocent kiss. Gentle and chaste, a boy kissing someone he likes for the first time. 

Yuuji pulls away before leaning in again, with more confidence. Megumi deepens it, guiding the movement of his mouth before letting go. They separate with a whispered ‘pop’. 

“Was... was that okay?” He asks, hushed. Shy.

Megumi licks his lips again, savoring the lingering flavor.

“It was perfect.”

He pulls him in again, getting lost in smooth, baby soft skin, wet pink lips, a sweet mouth yielding easily under his tongue.

The soft dark hair of Yuuji’s undercut tickles his palm, the longer pink strands gliding through his fingers like silk as he settles his grip.

He uses his hand to tilt Yuuji’s head here and there, holding him still to deepen the pressure of their mouths when he tries to ease away. When Megumi finally lets him free he’s breathless, pants coming out almost like moans.

He’s pliant when the older man drags him in again.

Time blurs by as they entwine their bodies, the black-haired sorcerer gradually slinking over the smaller boy’s form. The space between their bodies is sweltering, the distance shrinking as they continue making out. Yuuji throws his arms around Megumi’s neck, tugging him closer. Their chests meet, hearts pounding together. Megumi keeps himself propped up on an elbow, the other hand still buried in blossom-pink hair.

Electricity jolts up his spine, not having realized how closely their hips were pressed together, too. They’re both hard, their erections twitching eagerly at the welcome friction.

Yuuji whimpers, head tilting back to escape the kiss. He sucks in air greedily, lips bruised and shiny. He arches his pelvis, begging silently for more attention.

Megumi gives it to him.

He grinds down filthily, startling a shout from the student beneath him. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t ask Yuuji if it’s too much or too fast. He thrusts steadily, groaning at the pleasure that thrums low in his belly. Sweat pools along his back, his shirt sticking to his skin. He sits up, pinning the boy down with one hand on his waist as he uses the other to shrug out of his jacket, movements never faltering.

“Ah, ah, Sensei-,” the teen whines, hand clutching his wrist. His fingers barely meet around it.

“Too- t-too much, please, I’m gonna,” he twists, face flushed. “Ah, fuck! It hurts, it’s too much, please-”

“You’re fine,” Megumi soothes, hand stroking his waist before pulling back. Yuuji’s hand falls away and curls limply atop the futon. 

His thrusts slow involuntarily as he sits up further, the angle not as close. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it, shoving his pants down next.

Yuuji squirms, scooting away a little while he can. A pale hand snatches his ankle and pulls him right back.

“You’re fine,” he repeats, voice softer. “It felt good, right? But it’s okay. Let’s try something else.”

He spreads the boy’s legs, settling between them. Palms the cute bulge straining under dark blue boxer-briefs, squeezing gently.

“H-haah,” Yuuji responds intelligently.

“Anyone ever touch you like this, angel?”

Megumi leans down, peppering kisses along his jawline. Babyfat clings to it stubbornly despite the defined cut of it, the skin smooth, free of prickly stubble. He feels Yuuji shiver and relax, chin tilting back to give him more access. He takes the invitation, tongue peaking out to lick and suck down the tender expanse of his neck.

“No.” He swallows. “No one, Fushiguro-sensei.”

A wave of satisfaction glides down his spine, possessiveness curling in his chest. He shouldn’t feel this way, but knowing he’s taking so many of Yuuji’s firsts ( he never should have even had one, what is wrong with him-)

He makes his way back to the edge of his jaw, warm breath tickling his ear. 

“Good,” he hums, tugging Yuuji’s erection from his underwear. “No one else will.”

The boy’s cock is a decent size, for his age. Below average, but he could always grow. It’s an adorable deep pink color, the head almost red. It’s slim but not overly so, a light curve to the left. It fits well in his hand, and it’s absolutely soaked. The first loose stroke of his hand down to the base is easy and slick, but Yuuji jerks as though he had gripped him mean and rough.

“ Ahh!” 

Megumi ignores his choked cry, pumping at a light pace, pinning down his shoulder and leaning down for a kiss. The kid is just overwhelmed, he’ll get used to the pleasure in a minute. What a noisy lover.

Yuuji gasps into his mouth like a dying fish, doing nothing to reciprocate. He writhes and wails, voice teary and wet. It’s arousing but also kind of annoying, and Megumi’s fist tightens unintentionally.

“ Sensei!”

A knee knocks into his side, just enough to make him grunt. The teacher slaps the teens leg aside, pushing his thigh open. 

“Knock it off,” he growls, biting down on his thundering pulse. Precum pours over his knuckles like a fountain. He’s sure Yuuji will cum any second, the dick in his hand jump-twitching like crazy. 

His own erection throbs angrily in his boxers, but he focuses on Yuuji. He can wait.

Said boy is sobbing and panting for breaths he can’t seem to get, still spasming and shaking like a frightened kitten instead of a blissed out horny teenager getting his cock handled for the first time. 

A tanned hand smacks down on his wrist, the one stroking, grip tight. There’s more strength behind it than there was earlier. Not enough to pull him away, but enough that he pauses and looks up.

Tears flow down Yuuji’s blotchy cheeks, snot glistening along his upper lip. They tremble, weak whimpers and whines spilling out uncontrollably.

Megumi’s cock leaks, the coil in his gut tightening.

“Please, stop, I can’t,” Yuuji chokes out, tugging at his wrist. Megumi doesn’t stop. 

“Sensei please, I can’t take it, s-slow down,” he mewls, eyes fluttering and rolling back. He arches, thrusting into Megumi’s hand in direct contradiction to his pleas, a tendon straining in his neck. 

“You like it,” Megumi scolds, fingers twisting around the head. Yuuji’s nails dig into his wrist, drawing blood. His mouth falls open in a grimace but no sound comes out, and he suddenly comes hotly over the older man’s fist.

His breathless, raspy cry follows a moment later, torn from his chest. It crumbles into sobs, his legs kicking, body straining to get away.

Megumi strokes him through it, wringing every last drop of cum and painful, overstimulating pleasure until the teen’s hand squeezes so hard he can feel the bones ache in protest.

“Good boy,” he praises, clean hand combing tenderly through damp pink hair. “You took that so well. It felt good, didn’t it? You came so hard, such a good boy for me.”

He speaks softly to him, more benevolent and gentle than he ever is with anyone other than his Shikigami. Even Yuuji doesn’t get this treatment from him often at all. 

He pulls those cute blue boxer-briefs down, slipping them off socked feet and letting them fall to the floor. His clean hand rubs soothing circles in a tensing inner thigh. Yuuji quakes and pants through the aftershocks of orgasm, eyes still clamped shut. Eventually a sliver of amber peeks out, dazed and unseeing.

The sorcerer rewards him with warm lips and warmer tongue, making sure to take his mouth sensually but slowly. The boy is clearly a bit frazzled, and he doesn’t want to scare him off with too much passion too soon. The poor thing might just faint.

That probably wouldn’t stop Megumi from taking what he wants, but this way is better, even he can see that.

Once Yuuji’s eyes sharpen with awareness, lips moving lazily with his, muscles lax and drained, Megumi pauses his massaging hand. He lets it rest on a thick thigh, the other waiting patiently.

“Can you handle a little more for me, bunny?” he asks. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

The pink-haired boy blinks. His eyes shine at the nickname, cheeks pinkening.

He licks his lips. Swallows. Then nods.

“Okay,” he croaks. 

Megumi smiles. 

His wet hand, soiled with a young boy’s cum, brushes the tiny pink rim hiding shyly between Yuuji’s legs. It clenches in surprise, a mirror to the sharp gasp that reaches his ears. He doesn’t penetrate yet, just rubs steady light circles against it.

“Fushi- Fushiguro-sensei,” he stammers, body taut as a rubber band. His brown eyes are wide, so wide he can see a little bit more of the whites, like a spooked horse.

“Relax, Yuuji,” he says, trying to hide his impatience. He knows he needs to tread lightly. “I’m not doing anything until you’re ready. Just touching. You can handle that, can’t you? You’re a strong boy, a good boy.”

Megumi kisses him again, persistent until it’s returned hesitantly. He sighs, warm breath fanning between their faces. 

“Tell me you can be good for me. You said you would be, didn’t you? I’ve never known you to not keep your word.” 

“I-” the word shakes and drifts, the little hole fluttering against Megumi’s patiently circling finger. 

“I… I’ll be good for you, Sensei. I will. I promise.”

Yuuji takes a deep breath, visibly forcing himself to untense. Tanned, muscled thighs spread further apart. His hands raise to grip the teacher’s shoulders, fingers flexing nervously.

“Just- be gentle, please?” 

Megumi bites his lip. His finger shakes, desperate to plunge into that tight rim. 

“Of course.”

He distracts him with more attention, petting up and down his sides, his chest. He thumbs at perky, dusk-rose nipples, nibbles on a plush bottom lip. 

As soon as he feels give in that virgin entrance, he eases his finger inside.

Yuuji breathes quickly through his nose, gulping. Megumi kisses him deeper, tangling their tongues together. 

With time the boy unclenches around his slowly thrusting digit, welcoming a second and then third inside. He winces at the last one, fidgeting and looking at the older man uncertainly.

“That’s- it kind of stings.”

“It’ll pass,” Megumi says. He pushes in gentler, anyway. He spits on his fingers to re-wet them, the glide easing.

The pink-haired teen sighs and shifts, trying to adjust.

“Can, can you go slower? It feels kind of weird. Is it supposed to feel better at some point?”

The teacher pushes deep, letting that flushed red hole swallow him down to the last knuckle. 

“Persevere for a little longer, Yuuji. I'm making sure you're stretched well for me. I haven't gotten to feel better yet. It’s hardly fair if you're the only one who felt good, isn't it?”

He makes sure to curl gently when he pulls back, searching for his prostate. He knows he brushes it when his hole clamps down and the boy shudders, moaning.

“Ah, okay.” He nods, looking a little shaken. “That's- you're right, I'm sorry. I wanna make you feel good, too.”

“You do,” Megumi tells him. It's true. “You will. You're almost ready for me.”

He keeps fingering Yuuji, stretching and rubbing those tender walls as his other hand sinks into his shadow. He pulls out a bottle of lube, drizzling it all over his pumping hand. 

The strokes become slicker and louder, the squishy sound filling the air.

Yuuji's face flushes darker, his hole fluttering.

He pulls his hand out, slow, those tight walls clinging to him. Once free he gathers more lube from the bottle, warming it up and slathering it along his newly freed cock. 

The touch makes him grit his teeth against a pained groan, his thoroughly neglected prick pulsing spitefully. The veins are prominent and purple, as dark as the weeping tip. 

He grips the base, willing himself to hold on longer. He needs to cum buried deep inside his precious boy, painting Yuuji's insides with his first taste of an adult man's cock. 

His balls throb, heavy and needy.

“Hold your knees up for me.”

The younger man chews his lip, gathering his courage before slowly cupping behind his legs and pulling them up. He squirms a bit to get comfortable, then looks up expectantly, face still tinged with badly-hidden nerves.

Megumi pants lowly, trying to contain his excitement. One large palm rests on the back of Yuuji's thigh, the other positioning himself against his softened rim.

“Go slow,” Yuuji demands, fingers denting the fat of his skin until they turn white. His eyes catch Megumi's, expression firm. “Seriously, you- you have to be gentle. I've never done this before, you know.” 

He nods, unable to muster a comforting smile. Of course he doesn't want to hurt the kid, but he needs to be inside him so bad. 

Being around Yuuji helps. It helps him not think about…

Helps him not think about anything.

Clears his mind, relaxes his shoulders. Even when he's being a brat, fondness wins out more than annoyance, these days.

He wants to lose himself in Yuuji, lose himself in the tight warm comfort of his body, the easy embrace of his hands, his smiles, his laughter. 

He kisses Yuuji. Petal soft, rubbing his head lightly against his entrance.

“I'll be gentle,” he murmurs. “I promise.”

So he presses forward, gently. He's so, so gentle, panting and shaking but staying still as he lets Yuuji flutter around just the tip of his cock. Lets him adjust before sliding another inch inside, careful, gentle.

It doesn't come naturally to him. But Megumi tries. He does his very best to be sweet, to riddle that boyish, freckled face in kisses as he takes his virginity, to whisper praise to him, to palm his soft length and coax him back to stiffness.

He focuses on Yuuji, on making it good for him. Stays patient until those tight walls grip him a little less urgently, suck him back in eagerly, until most of his cock is throbbing deep inside his hot body.

“You're taking it so well,” he stamps his approval with his lips and teeth, trailing down his jaw to his collarbones. Marks litter all along his neck and chest, until his mouth finds the perky bud of his nipple.

Yuuji whimpers, hand tangling in dark locks. His dick is fat and happy again in Megumi's hand, warm and dribbling. 

He arches, pushing his chest further into the teacher's mouth, moaning his name. 

Megumi hums as he sucks on the teen's chest, letting the swing of his hips tick up. Just a little harder, a little faster.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good. 

He can't believe he's doing this. That he's really fucking an underaged student, one that he's hidden away in his shadows while Jujutsu Society calls for his execution. A student that he's grown close to over the past few months, even closer in the weeks he's kept him caged away like a prized exotic bird, a beauty to be coveted and cared for. 

He pops off, a string of spit connecting him to the boy's chest snapping off. 

He stares at Yuuji's face, twisted in pleasure, hips bucking back into his thrusts and hand. 

Megumi moans, pace picking up.

He deserves to feel good, doesn't he? Don't they both deserve this? 

After all this time, protecting and guarding Yuuji, comforting and encouraging him, fostering his puppy love with no intentions of going any further than keeping the kid's spirits up.

All this time keeping him safe from curses, curse users, all the other sorcerers who want him dead. 

Keeping him safe from Okkotsu, who apparently made a binding vow just to kill him.

Megumi cares. It should be obvious, no? Yuuji is such a special soul. A unique boy made up of strength and fire yet kind and full of light. Not just anyone should get the chance to hold him, to breathe the same air as him.

It should be obvious Megumi cares, but maybe this can just be another way for him to show he cares. 

“A-ah,” Yuuji hisses, hand gripping the man's shoulder tightly. 

“You're going too deep, it's- can you-”

Megumi pins him down harder, jaw tensing.

The boy flinches at his thrusts now, balls slapping against his ass loud and wet. He's taking him down to the hilt now, but Yuuji doesn't seem to appreciate it.

“Slow down! It- fuck, it burns, it hurts -”

“Take it. You're a good boy, aren't you? It feels good, I can feel how wet your dick is. You like it. Just relax and take it, Itadori.”

Strong hands flex against his shoulders, clenching and unclenching. Yuuji whimpers and nods. He doesn't speak, probably unable to, but he clearly is trying to be good like Megumi asked. 

He should be nice. He should reward him, and angle his cock down to his prostate, help him enjoy the too-deep thrusts and too-wide stretch. 

So he does, letting go of his handful to sit up higher and lean over to aim himself down. The effect is immediate, Yuuji quickly smothering the surprised, high pitched whines Megumi fucks out of him. His erection bobs between them, a steady stream of precum flicking onto their bellies.

Pressing their foreheads together, Megumi drinks in every twitch and tick in the teen's face, his own face scrunching up with pleasure.

He's so hard it hurts, desperate to empty his aching balls into the student's tight little body. His walls stroke and squeeze just right, wet with lube and pre, so fucking hot inside. 

He slams in, harder and faster and rougher. Leaning down, he sinks his teeth into a defined shoulder, holding on as his hips blur. 

There's a burn in his thighs. His skin chafes, tender from his unyielding pace.

Yuuji groans and hits his shoulder. Not as hard as he could, just trying to get his attention.

“Stop! C'mon, c'mon, you're being too rough!”

He twists and bucks, pushing Megumi away when he does nothing to slow down or gentle his touches. 

“What the hell are you-”

A sharp crack interrupts him, his shocked face stinging. Yuuji covers his cheek, owlish eyes staring at the sorcerer. Megumi stares back at him, his own surprise quickly hidden. He's stopped thrusting, but he's still buried to the hilt. 

“I'm sorry.” He apologizes instantly, his tone calm but just sad enough that Yuuji seems to believe it despite the reluctance in his eyes. 

“I didn't want to hurt you. I don't want to be rough with you,” he sighs, hands featherlight as he brushes the young man's cheek. 

“You know why I had to do that right? You promised me you would be good, but you're being very spoiled right now. You can fight curses like it's nothing but can't handle a bit of rough love-making? Can't endure it long enough to let me enjoy myself?”

The beginnings of a frown mars his face. “I was feeling better, being here like this with you. Don't you want me to feel better, sweetheart?”

Yuuji blinks, body still tense as an unstrung bow, but his expression wobbles a little. 

Megumi continues. “I thought you would be good for me, like you promised. Thought you wanted to help me. Don't you?”

The poor boy stares at him, body language screaming that he wants to bolt, wants to be somewhere else, anywhere else right now. But every word also makes him visibly guiltier, brow furrowing and wide eyes glistening.

“I- yes, I- I mean….” His hands shake, falling to his chest. “I… I'm sorry. I'll do better, I'll help you. I'm sorry, Sensei.”

The black-haired sorcerer rewards him with careful kisses and gentle thrusts, caressing his cheek. 

“There's my sweet boy. I know, I know. Don't worry, I'm not mad.”

He lets his thrusts sink deep, but keeps them slow, easing the teen back into it. 

“You can be good, Yuuji. You're usually such a sweet, obedient kid. So strong, too. Resilient. You can take it.”

He finishes with a wet smack high on Yuuji's cheekbone, tasting the salty residual tears leaking from the edge of his eyes. He licks his lips, humming.

“Tell me you can take it.”

He rocks gently, the boy's half chub twitching back to life. He nods and moans quietly, staring up at him dumbly.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“I can take it,” Yuuji whispers.

A moment later he gasps and whispers, thighs clenching around Megumi's waist. The older man is gradually increasing his pace, stroking the smaller teen's prick to help him stay in the mood.

It helps- despite the occasional wince Yuuji throbs eagerly in his hand and his pleased whines get louder, high-pitched and breathy. 

“That's my darling boy,” Megumi praises, hips slapping sharply. 

Yuuji jumps and whimpers, but stays pliant. 

The man breathes faster, panting as he works the young, tight body beneath him open.

“You're doing so well for me. Making me feel so good.”

He pauses balls deep, grinds their pelvises together, groans at the way those hot walls clench around him. Yuuji's length spasms in his grasp, a stream of precum jetting out the tip to splash along the boy's abs. 

“Do you like it too? Are you gonna cum again?”

“ Oh!” The teen jerks and whimpers, nodding frantically when that huge cock rubs against his prostate just right, the snug stroke of Megumi's hand coaxing him further to give in to the pleasure. “I like it! It feels so good, Sensei! Please-”

“Oh, you want more now?” The man mocks, a mean grin spreading along his face. “Begging for more of the cock you said you couldn't handle just minutes ago? Should I give it to you?”

He lessens his depth, thrusting more shallowly but quickly, devastating little jabs to the boy's sweet spot.

His velvet walls tighten like a vice, desperate to milk him for all he's worth.

Yuuji wails, arching into it, straining to meet his thrusts.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, Sensei, it feels good! I want more, I wanna cum-”

“Go ahead,” he pants, palm twisting around Yuuji's swollen cockhead. “Cum on your teacher's dick. Be a good boy for me like you said, alright?”

Obedient as ever, the kid screams silently, curling into himself as his whole body tenses. Hot cum pours out of his throbbing dick, coating Megumi's hand, leaking onto Yuuji's stomach. His hole sucks him deep, begging for more. The man moans dizzily, barely able to keep from following him over the edge. 

“Good fucking boy, Yuuji, always so sweet for me.”

He drags the pinkette's hips down, pulling him back onto his pistoning hips. More cum spurts from Yuuji's tip. The poor soul makes a gutted noise.

“You're gonna make me cum. Fuck, you're perfect, the perfect little cocksleeve for me.”

Yuuji mewls and shakes and cries in overstimulation, tears pouring down his face. No complaints pass his lips. 

“You're gonna keep being good for me, aren't you, sweetheart? Stay here and wait for me like a good little wife? Let me pull you out whenever I want, use you like a toy, like you're mine-”

Megumi ruts into him, grunting and drooling like a feral animal, deranged ramblings pouring from his mouth. He can't stop, all the filth he'd repressed in his mind coming out.

“Sensei-” the young man rasps, eyes threatening to roll back in his skull.

“Tell me you're mine, Yuuji,” he demands, suddenly desperate. “Tell me you'll stay with me here. That you'll wait for me, be by my side. You won't leave me, will you? Tell me. Tell me so I believe you. Swear it!”

Sharp nails dig into sun kissed thighs, drawing blood. Power drives every lewd smack of their hips, echoing in the small room. It almost drowns out the broken scream the rough fucking drags from the boy's tender throat. His limbs jolt as if electrocuted when Megumi grips his soft cock and starts pumping it again. 

“Yes! Yes, I swear it, I swear, please please Sensei I can't please, nngh, please I-”

“Fuck, yes!” 

Megumi cums, growling out his release with hissed little praises and “so good "s, hand and hips not pausing for a second. He milks himself with the teen's tight ass, cum spilling out with every thrust. Stars burst beneath his eyelids, vision dark so he can't tell for certain but he thinks he feels Yuuji cum around him again. His balls empty in bliss, filling Yuuji up to the brim and more with his pent up load. It feels so fucking amazing. He doesn't think he's ever come that hard in his life . 

When he opens his eyes, finally floating back down to the afterglow, he's surprised to see the kid still conscious.

Drowsiness clings to half-lidded amber eyes, stubbornly rubbed away by calloused hands. Yuuji blinks at him, and then promptly hugs him close, demanding after-sex cuddles. 

So they rest, embracing each other closely, carefully not acknowledging all the unhinged shit Megumi had spewed at the end. At least, not yet. 

A part of Megumi feels mortified. But a larger part just thinks, it was all true. And the boy got off to it- he'll come around. 

Eventually, when the sweat on their bodies has cooled down, when the beating of their hearts has calmed down, he pulls out. They both wince, and he wipes them down gently, starting with Yuuji's soiled lower half and moving onto himself. 

The affectionate aftercare lulls Yuuji deeper, the boy practically purring once Megumi hugs him close and tucks the cover of their futons above them both. The lightly salted musk of Yuuji's body fills his nose longside the faint burst of fruit from his shampoo. 

It relaxes him further. He wishes he could stay like this forever, sated and content,  but all good things come to an end. 

Yuuji had been a very welcome and effective distraction

 Just one misstep in his train if the thought and suddenly-

His chest aches. Entire soul in pain from his failure, his naivete . 

Megumi thinks of soft pink hair, smiling, kind brown eyes. An unshakeable spirit, with strong morals, strong drive. 

He thinks of how much he hates the concept of vessels.

He thinks of how much Yuuji just gave to him right now. How much this perfect, kind-hearted boy adores him. How badly he wants to breach past the thickened walls of Megumi’s heart, to cradle it in his palms like something glittering gold and made of sunshine instead of the blackened chunk of coal he’s sure the boy would find once he pulled it straight out his chest.

Megumi resists the urge to rub a hand over his sternum. It aches.

He opens his mouth, and starts quietly. 

“My sister. She's… not herself, anymore.” 

Yuuji stills. The somber tone of the man’s voice makes his ears perk up to attention, and he knows Megumi is about to tell him whatever it is that had him so out of sorts earlier. He’s briefly taken off guard by the other’s sudden change of heart, but he recovers quickly, gently pulling the older man to his chest. His fingers comb through dark tresses, slow, rhythmic. Soothing. 

Maternal, almost.

“Your sister? What do you mean? I thought you-”

“I did speak to her. But I didn't realize at the time. She's not Tsumiki, anymore.”

Yuuji stays quiet, so he continues. 

“She tricked me. She acted just like her. I thought she had just been transfigured into a sorcerer, but she….”

His throat tightens just like it did earlier that day, air stinging down his chest. He forces the words out.

“Tsumiki is a vessel now. To an ancient sorcerer from the Heian era.”

“Fushiguro Sen…. Megumi. I'm sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He finds Megumi's hand, clasping it. He strokes it, gently. His pounding heart slows just a tad.

“The sorceress. She is strong, I could tell just by looking at her. She goes by Yorozu.”

“Oh. Yorozu.” Yuuji's voice sounds strange when he says it, almost like... 

“Yes. She was able to-” he trails off, skin prickling. “Do you recognize her name?”

Yuuji blinks, supposedly as dumbfounded as Megumi. “I…. don't know. Maybe?”

They stare at each other. Yuuji laughs awkwardly to break the tension.

“She's an old sorcerer, right? Maybe she was Sukuna's girlfriend and he remembers her name or something.”

He pushes out another too-loud laugh, grin flickering. He looks uncomfortable.

Megumi wants to argue, but he suddenly feels too drained to. He lets it drop. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Sukuna makes no comments to confirm or deny this. Not even a twitch from the eyelids resting below Yuuji's eyes.

…Whatever. 

Megumi rests his head back down. 

He lets the steady thump of Yuuji’s heartbeat in his ear lull him, tension seeping out from his tightly wound muscles until Megumi relaxes against him for the first time in days. His chest is firm but soft, skin warm and perfumed with sex. 

Megumi closes his eyes, and tries to enjoy the moment even as his thoughts race. They never seemed to have truly stopped since Shibuya.

He just needs a little more time. He needs to keep Yuuji content and safe, and figure out if there's any way to help Tsumiki. There must be. There has to be.

Megumi will fix everything.

He just needs time.

The shadows swirl around them, ready to take Yuuji away. Back into the darkness. By now Yuuji would usually be asleep, none the wiser of when he was transferred from the physical world to the shadow one.

Megumi hesitates to do it.

Just… a moment more.

What harm would one more moment bring?

The shadows settle back down. The room fills with a different kind of weight, sucking the air straight from it.

He can't breathe again.

“Enchain.”