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Suguru Geto grew up as a lonely boy in a rural town where little of interest happened. He always carried a melancholy posture and liked everything that didn't appeal to others, but his isolation was made even worse by the strange monsters that only he could see. 

The inconsistent, deformed shapes turned to blue flames in his hands, smelling bad and tasting even worse when they became spheres and went down his throat. He didn't know what the inner drive was inside him that led him to consume them, but Suguru only felt the instinct to do so. The souls, as lonely as his, made a home inside his stomach and kept him company. 

However, having invisible friends as a child was even considered normal—it just meant that he had a fertile imagination, so his teachers said. But as Geto became a teen, this creativity ceased to please as it continued to be present in his stories and nightmares, no longer “cute”, but rather disturbing. Seeing that he would never be understood and afraid that he really was slowly losing his sanity, Suguru stopped sharing what he saw with others, pretending to be normal in order to put an end to the harassment he suffered. 

(Which didn't change much, with so little action in the city, his madness was always talked about).

Instead of speaking up, he drew what he saw in the notebooks that were accumulating more and more in his room. The tortured, sad creatures inspired him to draw until his fingers were sore and dirty with graphite. 

No children were very interested in playing with him and Geto always told himself that it didn't bother him, even though the only ones who wanted his company were horrible monsters. The young man was able to keep himself entertained with access to the internet, a distant world with many wonders at his fingertips, and it was easy to spend whole nights surfing dad's old computer until he walked with heavy circles under his eyes when it was time to go to school. 

Each time he smoked cigarettes during breaks from his part-time job at the market, he wondered what he would like to do with his life. There was nothing that fascinated him too much—Geto just liked to be good at things, perhaps to balance out his own reputation—, maybe he could go far away and become a tattoo artist to the “joy” of his parents or pursue his dream of making his life extremely identical to the Visual Kei blogs he followed. He liked the fact that he wasn't the only one in the world with the tastes he had, and that gave him a glimmer of hope that he could dream things up the way he wanted. 

(heknewhewouldn'tliketobealone)

Body modifications such as tattoos and piercings, dark clothes and rebellious styles attracted him too much, even if not everyone found them lovely, there was beauty in them too and so he put every penny of his salary together thinking about how much fun he could have in the future with his own appearance. After a tutorial on the internet, he tried the extreme with an old trick of a hot needle and ice in the ear, managing to penetrate the skin all the way through even with the disastrous amount of blood in the bathroom sink while his parents were asleep. 

But he forgot to put in the earring he had stolen from his mother and after a day, the hole had closed up, Suguru didn't try again. Perhaps it was for the best, as the difference was very much crucified where he lived, the locals' views were always extremely conservative. They might even think he was the son of the devil, Suguru laughed at the thought. His ability to eat monsters could be one of the signs. 

He let his hair grow and cut his own bangs, gradually shaping his style. His father didn't look him in the face for a week, but it was worth it.

But the young Suguru spent his entire adolescence without presenting himself, firmly believing that he was a beta just like his parents, scentless. But as if things weren't difficult enough, to his misfortune, Geto was sick for a week until he fainted at the sight of a sunny day, but it wasn't the dreaded summer that was to blame for his health.

Returning home, confused by the dizziness and strong smells that assaulted his senses, and fearing the worst, he encountered a monster on the way home. 

A purple worm, calling him “mother” in a distorted voice.

He tried to ignore it, but the beast was annoyingly insistent, as if it knew that its presence only made things worse for Suguru, a sadist.

“What a bother!” Suguru squawked without fear that someone was nearby and would think he was a complete lunatic, they already thought so, after all. The fever left his muscles aching and the pain in his stomach was latent, he wanted to tear his own skin so that he could let all the demons escape, perhaps he had eaten too much.

He needed a cigarette. 

“Get out of my way or I'll...”

Without following his instructions, the creature just crawled towards him. Suguru heard hurried footsteps behind him and a male voice shouting at him.

“Hey, omega, get out of here!” Geto didn't look in the direction of the voice, but that word omega made his heart pound like crazy. It could have been directed at anyone else, but the hand on his shoulder told him everything he needed to know.

So that's what was wrong with him? He thought as if a veil had been removed from his eyes.

He almost cried because of the flood of confused feelings in his heart, but in his rage he just absorbed the monster trapped in a dark sphere and swallowed it out of sheer whim, instinct and habit. Feeling the cramps in his belly worsen after the weight went down his throat, he held back the urge to vomit.

What a shitty life , he thought with his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. The hand on his shoulder tightened its grip and forced him to turn around as the sunlight momentarily blinded him before he could see the man in the navy blue suit in front of him.

“Kid, that was incredible,” he said, completely excited. “I've never seen anything like that and you're so young, you can exorcise curses and manipulate them like that, do you always do that?”

But Suguru's only response was to faint from the terrible cramps he felt under the hot summer sun.

In the end, Geto received good news and bad news when he regained consciousness; he was an omega and he wasn't crazy for seeing monsters, or rather curses—unless that man was even worse than he was. He would need to take medication, not for his mind , but for his newly formed uterus and to regulate future heats, to block the glands in his neck... Suguru was almost having an out-of-body experience, as if his soul didn't fit inside his skin. 

The boy had always felt strange, not belonging, but this was a little more than he was used to.

He knew how this class was commonly treated, he'd seen enough of it in high school and now this would be his life too. Suguru had attracted stares before with his long hair and purple eyes, a pretty, handsome boy, insane only when it was convenient, but grabbing hands whenever no one was looking. 

Omegas were treated differently, omegas with no owners were treated even worse.

Suguru couldn't believe his bad luck, eighteen years went by and he lived like a beta, but alas, fate had other plans for him and the only people who seemed happy about it were his parents, thinking that they would finally get rid of him when he married an alpha from the city and lived happily ever after. 

He had always been ignored, but now he was carrying something “precious” between his legs, so he was suddenly ready to get married and have twelve children. He'd rather die.

But all was not lost, for apparently his diagnosis of madness, given so affectionately by others, was nothing more than a misunderstanding, for the man who approached him on the way home waited until he woke up again to recruit him as a Jujutsu sorcerer, after all his technique was very impressive, apparently. 

“Wait, what?!” he exclaimed, chewing on a protein bar and staring uncomprehendingly at the older man. “What are you talking about?”

“Suguru, that's not how an omega should behave,” his mother said from another room when she heard him shouting at his guest. He controlled himself not to roll his eyes, that would be his life now, he thought again and again.

But the guest, who was called Masamichi Yaga, didn't seem bothered by his “lack of omega manners” and was more than willing to offer him another option, an escape. The man spent the whole afternoon explaining cursed spirits to Suguru and invited him to the city, where there was a Jujutsu School, so that Geto could put his powers into practice and become a sorcerer like him.

“Do you want to go to Tokyo, Geto-san?” 

Suguru was barely able to disguise his excitement; if he could, he would have already packed his bags before the invitation was finished.

Leaving his old life behind, Geto found himself surrounded by buildings, novelties, lights and noise. He wanted to eat crepes until his stomach hurt and make his entire Pinterest board a reality, there nobody paid attention to him in a good way, he wasn't deliberately excluded. Soon, he was walking down alleys with little neon signs, dedicating himself to spending all the money he had accumulated during his teenage years and getting what his parents despised the most: piercings. 

He smiled as he looked at the result in the mirror and found two pointed marks under her swollen lower lip, imitating tiny fangs. Even the tears in his eyes seemed worth it this way. 

He made his way to the school and as he climbed the stairs, he thought how magical it seemed to be part of a world that most people weren't aware existed, even himself a few days ago. 

His mother's short but warm hug made him hold back the tears before he left. He loved her and still remembered when he could act like a normal child, but she would never understand him. So he swallowed his tears and went to school.

Given that Suguru was already 18 years old and had graduated from regular high school, Yaga didn't think it was appropriate for him to join a class with teenagers learning everything from scratch, and for that Geto was grateful. The teacher explained that he would personally be responsible for Suguru's private training, the latter already able to control his powers very easily from the moment he discovered them even when he didn't know exactly what they were or their particularities. But the boy still had a lot to learn about defending himself, cursed weapons and missions.

The number of students was very low, so most of the dormitories were empty, leaving Suguru free to put his posters of visual kei bands on the walls and customize his room as much as he wanted, which was heaven. 

On his bed lay a navy blue uniform wrapped in clear plastic, Suguru tore open the package excitedly and looked confusedly at the long skirt before remembering that he was an omega now and this would be the norm for most things from now on. At least the material was comfortable, he thought, with two short slits on the side of the skirt, looking long enough he could pretend they were rather... flowy pants.

He was grateful for Yaga's consideration in not choosing a more revealing skirt, as he had seen on his way.

He supposed that being an omega wasn't so bad—maybe, who knows? Suguru was still thinking about it. But he had visited a store for all things omega, the young man didn't know if he wanted to smell like a vanilla cake or wear bras that squeezed his aching breasts, but he had always appreciated a nice customization of style and appearance, so he bought a lot of make-up to try out what he liked, maybe even imitate a member of the GazettE on his wall. 

Being an omega allowed him to play with the possibilities a lot more, there was less judgment when the general idea was that this gender should just use all and every trick to be pretty and submissive—he wasn't submissive at all, his rebellious nature was as natural as sunlight, but he liked the idea of being pretty.

However, what he didn't like about his new status was the request for medication that came along with Yaga's invitation. 

“We don't have many omega sorcerers, but all of them are required to take suppressants,” he explained. 

“Most of them?” Suguru repeated.

“Unmated ones.”

The only thing he could do was reluctantly take the damn requirement to the school's doctor Shoko Ieiri.

“How are you, Geto-san?” a blond boy asked, being completely overshadowed by his dark-haired partner, who was completely excited.

"Geto-senpai! Let us see, please!“

”Hello, Haibara and Nanami-kun," Geto smiled amusedly as he sat on a bench in the schoolyard, staring at the two younger students: Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara, one the perfect opposite of the other, at least in terms of excitement. 

It seemed technically wrong to be their senior when Suguru still considered himself so clueless in comparison, but his new friends were too polite to call him anything else. 

Five months had passed, Geto had already learned a lot (and been beaten up too, falling on his butt in pain for days), Yaga said that his smoke breaks with Shoko wouldn't get him anywhere, so skinny that he couldn't grow the muscle he needed. 

But Suguru wasn't in the habit of eating things that weren't curses. He never told Yaga this information, but he suspected that he already knew.

And his career as a sorcerer was something he neither liked nor hated, but anything was better than his previous plans. The occupation offered more advantages than not, for example the secondary gender distinction existed all over the world, but there at school, the students didn't care what Suguru was when they were so busy trying to get stronger to survive in the hostile world of curses. 

He had always thought that with this kind of power it would be easy to take revenge on the people who had made his life so difficult before, he crumpled the cigarette tightly under his mouth thinking how simple it would be to return to his birthplace and crush them like ants. However, the more friends he made, the more he realized that it took strength to be gentle and kind. 

All the friendly faces kept him company and were there to remind him of what was important. He had never been able to be part of a community before or else he would surely have gone mad, even in a short span of time and so many changes. Perhaps this was the jujutsu society's plan, like a cult where everyone had someone to protect—but it fit Suguru like a glove.

He also had enough independence and money to buy what he wanted after each mission and there was always something new he didn't know before, which made things interesting. 

"Where is it, senpai? I really want to see!"

Suguru laughed and pulled the card out of his skirt pocket for Yu, who even seemed to glow with fascination as Nanami smiled with an air of pride. 

“Very impressive,” Kento commented. “Congratulations on your efforts.”

“Thank you, Nanami-kun,” he replied while Haibara was still impressed.

“Wow, I've never seen one of these up close!” When he received his identification card as a Special Grade sorcerer, he hugged it to his chest because what he had always hated doing as a child was his greatest talent. Although the medicines and curses made him extremely nauseous, it was a small price to pay for doing something good for the world.

“What do you know about the Gojo clan?” Suguru asked suddenly.

Nanami immediately grimaced, as if he had tasted pure lemon.

“Why do you ask?” Haibara asked curiously, handing the card back to his friend.

“Yaga told me about a new mission, but even he doesn't seem to have many details,” Suguru explained, fiddling with his hair. “After I got this rank, I was summoned into the clan to do who knows what.”

“I had the displeasure of meeting Satoru Gojo,” Nanami revealed. “If that helps you at all.”

“The Six Eyes ?” Suguru asked in surprise, he had studied up on the sorcerer who was born with two iconic traits of his clan: Limitless and Six Eyes, making him the strongest person in the world. 

"Don't make that impressed expression, he's unbearable. I'm grateful every day that he graduated last year."

“But...” Suguru found that a bit strange, he didn't want to doubt Nanami, but what could have happened? “Why do you say that?”

“He's an... unpleasant person,” Yu replied and if even the sweetest alpha in the world could define someone like that, there was definitely something wrong. “He always picked on Nanami's hair.”

“He picks on anyone for anything, he has no filter or any sense of respect,” the blond explained. “He grew up like a god, he must never have needed to restrain himself.”

“You're quite understandable, Nanami,” Yu joked. “Putting yourself in his shoes.”

"But he's still unbearable. I hope he doesn't have anything to do with why you were called there, Geto."

And with this newfound fear, Suguru found himself in front of the luxurious entrance to the Clan, ringing the bell and needing to say that he had been sent there by Principal Yaga of the Jujutsu Technical School. He walked through the well-kept estate that screamed wealth and with a heavy heart realized that he had no idea what it was like to have real money. He felt almost like an intruder there with his simple background, but he only touched the scent glands on his neck to check that he had remembered to put the patches on; he had lived his whole life as a beta and still had moments when he forgot about his new rank. 

He was looking at the old trees and the well-kept garden when a lady wearing a robe greeted him. She had a countenance that could only be considered tired and the dark circles under her eyes, even with a layer of concealer, were making an insistent presence with no sign of going away. 

“Hello, my name is Suguru Geto,” he introduced himself politely, not wanting to put even more weight on the shoulders of the lady who reminded him of his kind elementary school teacher.

"Hello, my name is Kaede Gojo. You look too young to be given the rank of special sorcerer, but I think you can handle it,“ she said, getting straight to the point, analyzing Suguru from head to toe when he nodded yes. ”I asked Yaga for you specifically because of that."

“Are there any spirits you need exorcised?”

Kaede laughed, leaving Suguru increasingly confused at having been left out of the joke. 

“In a sense, follow me,” she pulled the door of the mansion aside and Suguru felt the softness of the mat under his socks, they walked down a few corridors together and the lady set about explaining the situation. “I need you to deal with a member of the Gojo clan, specifically my grandson.”

Unless this grandson was an S-level curse, he wasn't there to be a babysitter. But maybe there really was something wrong with the child to make Kaede laugh first. 

With every step he took, Suguru became more fearful.

“He's already quite influential in the jujutsu world and will be even more so in the future if he gets his way.”

"But... excuse me, I have to ask: why do you need a special sorcerer for this? Is there a curse affecting his behavior?“

”You have to understand," she said and Suguru could almost hear a cry in her voice, but a woman like Kaede would never beg anyone for anything, she was kind of bossing him around. “We've tried nannies, teachers, psychologists, psychoanalysts, guards, secretaries... and my grandson can't stand weak people, maybe someone on your level will finally make him listen to the voice of reason.”

“I understand what you must be going through, but I'm afraid I may not be able to help if it's not related to curses and-”

“You don't understand,” Kaede interrupted him. "If this goes unchecked, it will be a problem for you and for all of us! You're the only one who can try now, it's between you or a dog tamer at this point and I'd rather not treat my grandson as an animal if possible."

“Ma’am...” Suguru murmured a little lost, he felt compelled to help her, but that was impossible. He wanted a cigarette straightaway. 

“Should I send you back to school and tell Principal Yaga that you weren't able to complete the mission?” Kaede threatened him and the sorcerer had to take a deep breath not to leave immediately. He thought of the face of the principal who had taken him in and done everything for him, training him and giving him the advice he needed to get his license and advance in rank the way he had.

“Okay, I'll stay and complete the mission successfully,” he promised, but that wasn't enough for Kaede, who pulled out a document and offered him the thousands of pages along with a pen. “What's this?”

“It's a confidentiality agreement, we can't let anyone know the problems my grandson is facing, it will be bad for our reputation.” 

Suguru sighed deeply, but he knew he was cornered, and with no way out, he looked carefully at each rule of the contract, but all he needed to know was the fine if he broke it. Was that amount of zeros even legal? He wanted to tear the document into a million little pieces.

He watched Kaede through his eyelashes and felt a little angry when he saw her satisfied, like the cat who got the cream. He should have left when he had the chance, pity only took him to the worst places.

“So?”

“I'll take it, whatever...” Suguru admitted defeat and signed the contract, pressing it against the flat wall. He handed the items to Kaede and she opened the large, luxurious door behind her at the end of the corridor.

“Good, now here's your task,” she said and Suguru looked into the room to see the rebellious, demonic child waiting for him, only to find a grown man masked like a mummy with a white bandage over his eyes and everything.

His situation was worse than it looked.

“Granny, I told you not to disturb me when I'm in my sanctuary,” said the mummy lying on the floor while a reality TV show was on. The shrine was a mess, dark and yet Geto could see the bottles of medicine scattered on the floor, along with some paraphernalia that he knew exactly what it was used for, but he hoped he was wrong. He didn't want to deal with an addict.

“This dump you live in is not a sanctuary, get up and meet your new... companion.”

She wanted to say nanny , Suguru knew it from her expression, but she reconsidered. The last thing he wanted to witness at this point was a family argument between grandmother and grandson.

Determined to be patient and get out of there as quickly as possible, Suguru introduced himself.

“Hello, my name is Suguru Geto and I'm 18 years old, I'm a sorcerer and it's a pleasure to meet you,” he said with the world's fakest smile, trying to appear harmless as he would to a cat. “What's your name?”

The mummy said nothing, but sat down on the floor and the bands around his face and neck fell away, giving him a glimpse of a young man with hair as white as snow and electrifying blue eyes. Suguru knew it was rude to stare, but it was such an unusual blue that he had never seen before, like a broken sky. The black silk robe he was wearing came down over his shoulder and showed the full extent of his pale muscles in a scene so obscene that Suguru felt embarrassed.

And in his defense, the unknown man stared at him with all the intensity of that gaze and Suguru tried not to fix his hair or anything like that so as not to show the nervousness he felt at being observed in such detail, almost as if he could feel the caress of those white eyelashes fluttering on his skin. But he smelled wrong, synthetic. 

Like organs and bones in a bag of plastic, imitating human skin.

The stranger watched him from head to toe, taking in the sight of his dark, loose hair, the piercings in his mouth that glowed slightly when he moved, the long, high-waisted skirt and the peek of his boots underneath. 

A prey, an omega as pretty as a dream, wrapped like a gift just for him.

Geto broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding, and thanked his past self for applying make-up so no one would see his red face. What he didn't know, however, was that none of this prevented the man from looking at his essence and smelling it. His soul was exposed.

“Your bang is weird,” he said simply and Geto got so offended that he looked at Kaede for help, because he didn't want to hit this man, but she had already left ages ago, leaving him alone with that brat. He was starting to understand grandma's despair.

But maybe, in some special cases, a dog tamer was the right call.

“I'm not the one covered like a mummy, you idiot,” he said boringly, trying to appear nonchalant even if he felt extremely offended inside as he took great pride in constructing his appearance. But to his surprise, instead of being fired immediately by the spoiled boy, he laughed, sighing at the end às if he hadn't laughed that way for some time now.

“Nobody has talked to me that way before,” he confessed like it was some sort of test and right after that he got up. Geto could observe how tall he was, almost obscenely so, and also the patterns on the robe he was wearing. “C’mon, Sugu-chan, let's train for a little bit.”

Train? He thought, but then Geto focused on a more important matter.

“Please, don't call me that,” he said with a fake smile, trying to be calm, but the man just kept walking and expected Suguru to follow him. 

“I can see the power in you, Sugu-chan,” the man said, ignoring his request completely. “We have to test it out.”

The mummy-man opened a new door to get outside but this time he found only the training grounds and no gardens as he had seen before in this property. His mission on (long) legs just walked to the center of the ground and looked at Suguru excitedly.

“It's been a while since I had a potential training partner, like… since I was five,” he said arrogantly and the worst part was the certainty that his tone of voice carried to state these things, like it was the most absolute truth. Suguru wondered if everything that came out of his pink mouth was unpleasant.

“It's inappropriate, we can't do this. Believe it or not, I’ll try to do my job,” Suguru said resolutely. He did want to hit this prick, but he was still in the middle of a so-called mission.  

“What, you're saying you can't beat me because you're an omega? I already thought so, but I didn't think you were a coward either.”

The insult was low and quickly ignited a hatred in his chest, the heat moving like uncontrolled waves. He was tired of the ridiculous day he'd had and wished he'd never entered that property in the first place. This grown man talking like he was in fifth grade and pulling Suguru's ponytail to get attention, maybe punching that perfect, arrogant smile wouldn't be so bad.

He removed his uniform jacket and kept the white blouse he was wearing underneath. He tied up his hair and stood in front of the asshole who would be paying his bills.

“I'll let you go first, it's only fair,” the white-haired man said and oh how Suguru already hated him. His strong scent and his whole demeanor screamed that he was an obvious alpha. He felt angry at how pleased he seemed to see him angry and wished he had the power to ignore him so as not to give the man a taste. 

He took a deep breath, put himself in a battle stance and when he advanced with his fists, his own skin didn't come into contact with the stranger's face, not because the mummy had dodged, but because there was an invisible barrier between them.

Suguru gasped in shock and felt rather foolish for not connecting the dots earlier, realizing that this could only be Satoru Gojo. However, who would have thought that the strongest sorcerer in the world needed a nanny to look after him? The possibility hadn't even crossed his mind. 

“You...” he started to say, but he ended up on the ground as Gojo immobilized him with his own body, too close and with too much contact. 

“You really didn't know who I was, did you?” Gojo mocked and the laughter hit Suguru's face from the proximity, making him ashamed to be in that position under Satoru Gojo, of all people, and to have called him an idiot to his face earlier. “We can't be so naive in this business, Suguru-chan.”

“I try not to make assumptions,” Suguru defended himself weakly and tried to escape to no avail.

“And see where this attitude took you. Is it comfortable under me, Sugu-chan?”

Suguru didn't like his suggestive tone at all and he was getting hot and bothered against his own control, cursed to be an omega smelling the strong alpha pheromones. Gojo’s body was on top of him, touching every inch, and his knee separated his legs. If Suguru struggled just a little bit, he would be able to grind on it. 

Maybe he was getting wet too, even if he didn’t want to admit, there was nobody in the world like Gojo and having all of this attention just for him made him want to present, he was the best alpha out there, in terms of strength. He only hoped his smell didn't snitch on him. He felt so strongly for this man and they barely knew each other, the annoyance making his blood boil.

“Gojo-sama,” he said formally and smiled, trying to take away the attention from his arousal. “Don't you think you're too old to have a babysitter?”

And he felt pleasure running through his body when he saw Gojo's pretty face twisting too. A small win.

“What? That's ridiculous!” Satoru said. “I'm not a baby to need one and I'm strong enough to take care of myself. Is that what granny said what you were gonna do?”

“If you hate this as much as me, just say you're well and won't do whatever upset Kaede-san again, so I can leave,” he tried to reason, but soon felt they would get nowhere when he saw the white-haired man smirking.

“Nah, I think I'm good.”

“What?!”

“You're cute, smell good and you're mine to do whatever I want? I don't see why I would let you go like that,” he said and at the mention of his smell, Suguru covered his own scent glands, scandalized. “I’m very comfortable where I am right now.”

“But…” he said, lost. He thought the other wouldn't want this too, but somehow he appeared to be fascinated by him, imprinted. Like they were friends that could play together when it was the exact opposite. How could he argue with a spoiled brat? Suguru would never doubt Nanami ever again, now he understood the blond and the traumatic past he carried.

“I'm glad granny sent an omega this time, she knows I have a sweet tooth,” Gojo said to his new toy. 

And when he was done talking like a lunatic, blood suddenly came out of Gojo’s nose and dripped on Suguru’s face, painting his cheeks red and ruining the make-up. The omega was so confused for a few seconds, he hadn’t even hit Satoru after all. But then Geto thought about the medicine he had seen in the alpha’s room, about the reason why he was called here and Satoru’s awful behavior made sense immediately. 

He was not sober and he kept looking at Suguru in a way that made him feel naked, even with the baggy clothes on. The alpha started to touch the dirty skin on his face, delicately, rubbing the red drops softly until the omega was marked as Satoru’s. The strong scent wouldn't leave him so easily.

“I'm not yours to do anything, doesn't matter what rank you are or what techniques you have, now get off me,” Suguru explained and Satoru pouted his pink lips but did as he said, so he could follow some instructions at least. If Gojo really wanted to force him to do something, with his power, Suguru would have no real chance against him. “You can't treat people like that, like they're objects.”

If he was hired as a fucking nanny, he would make sure to educate this Gojo prince who thought he was the most important person in the universe, he thought as he cleaned his face as much as he could, smelling the strong iron scent around him.

“Why not?” Like he didn’t use so much that now his nose was bleeding, indifferent to what others would think of him or his habits. Was he overdosing right now? Should Suguru be worried? 

He seemed normal, besides the bleeding and awful personality.

“Because I don't like it, say you're sorry,” he ordered and to Gojo's defense, he seemed a little bit regretful. Satoru was practically a god, nothing he did had consequences. He was used to doing this and nobody ever cared to correct him it seemed.

“But you don’t look like you do, it doesn’t smell like you do. Is it because of this little blood ? It happens sometimes, I can make it stop if you're not into it.”

“Say it!” Suguru said, completely embarrassed by the smell of his own slick, wetting his underwear after Gojo pointed it out.

“Geez, I'm sorry.”

Suguru turned around and picked up his coat from the floor, ready to leave and be done with this hellish day. 

“Wait!” Gojo screamed and grabbed the edge of his white blouse. “I'm really pent up, bring me one of these curses you have so I can play a bit, isn't that your technique?”

“No, I'm leaving.”

“Suguru-chan, don't go!”

“I will be back tomorrow, Gojo-sama.”

Returning to school feeling completely defeated, horny and tired Suguru carried a bag with books on psychology, wanting to do well on the mission even if it took some of his soul away. It didn’t have to be so bad, there were many ways to help people that didn’t involve using his technique, he thought, it was better than swallowing curses at least.

Before he could enter his dorm room, he found a familiar figure standing in front of his door. 

“Yaga-sensei,” he greeted. “Is everything okay?”

“How did it go at the Gojo compound?” he asked seriously, but Suguru learned that he only meant well by now. 

“I fear I can’t say it.”

“Why is that?”

“I signed an NDA,” Suguru confessed with guilt and Yaga sighed as if it pained him too.

“Come, let’s talk in my office.” 

They walked together in silence and the bag with books brushed Suguru’s right leg with each step until they found themselves inside the principal’s office. Masamichi started preparing some tea for both of them and said:

“Satoru Gojo was my student. I assume you’ve seen him there, how was he doing? That’s not against the contract, I suppose.”

“He was… difficult.” And high.

“That sounds like him,” he said and Suguru could almost hear a fond tone in his speech. “But he doesn’t do that on purpose.”

“Still…” Even though he could understand what could make the Great Satoru Gojo act the way he did, drowning in power and drugs, more than apparently. He would have to succeed in this mission somehow, but the person he was supposed to take care of was the biggest problem. 

“Before I found you, Gojo was finishing his studies here. Something happened and he almost died.”

“But I thought he couldn’t get hurt with Limitless?”

“Yes, but the opponent this time was really powerful and the person he was trying to protect during this mission wasn’t so lucky,” Yaga said slowly, letting Suguru ponder every word and grow more compassion for/about Gojo. 

“That… that must have been difficult for him,” Suguru said, he never saw anyone die during his missions. He knew it was something extremely easy to happen and he had to be prepared for that in this business, but it wasn't as easy as people made it sound like. 

“It was. And during the fight against this opponent, Satoru unlocked a new ability, perhaps with more training you two could be equal in terms of power, but now he’s on another level. Nobody can stop him,” Yaga said and drank the tea that started to get cold. “What would you do with this kind of power? It’s something that I asked myself a lot. You could condemn the whole nation or try your best to save it.”

They spent some minutes in silence before the principal started talking again, in hushed tones this time.

“He almost chose to condemn us all, Choko and I stopped him in time, but things like that don’t heal in one day. He went on missions, but he can’t quite control his power now or maybe he doesn’t want to. The higher-ups removed his permission to go on more missions until he learned how to control himself. So be patient with him.” 

“Alright, Yaga-sensei, thank you for telling me this,” Suguru said sadly, but determined to be someone Gojo could trust. 

“But I do have a tip for you.” 

Turns out that the tip Yaga-sensei had was to carry some candies with him in case Satoru started being difficult as he had the tendency to do so. 

“Does he have any preference?” Suguru asked.

“Anything sweet will do.”

He doubted sweets would stimulate his brains as much as those drugs he was using, but it was worth the shot. Yaga knew his student better.

Before he could think about using the Gojo mansion's intercom one more time, he saw the white-haired man waiting for him on the sidewalk and perked up when he saw Suguru getting closer, if he had a tail it would be wagging by now—and his grandma had compared him to a dog

Today, he wore a pair of sunglasses and more casual clothes like light black pants and a short-sleeved blouse of the same color, tight and highlighting his muscles in a different way from the silk robe. The omega blushed, but looked away. 

“Good morning, Gojo-sama,” he greeted him and hooked his cell phone out of his skirt pocket, unlocking the screen and placing it in front of the pair of sunglasses. “How did you get my number?”

At 8 a.m. sharp he received a good morning message and a selfie from Satoru, unprovoked. He spent some time looking at the sorcerer's half-unkempt, sleepy-faced figure, admiring him outside of his perfect image, but no one needed to know that.

“Just to keep your mind busy when you were away, they say that a picture lasts longer,” he said and Suguru wanted to gag and his expression didn’t hide that because Gojo laughed hard immediately after that. 

  “Well,” Suguru started saying. “I was going to give you a strawberry ice cream, but I guess you don’t deserve it with that attitude.”

He thought he could try stimulating good behavior with treats snacks.  

“Oh, I will behave accordingly, Sugu-chan, what do you want?” He didn’t smell like anything synthetic like he felt the day before, so he was sober now. Only the alpha scent in the air surrounding them in a cocoon.

“For starters, I would like it if you didn’t call me that, Gojo-sama.”

“So can you not call me so formally? Ugh it’s like those fucking higher-ups, it doesn’t match your angelical voice,” he flirted relentlessly, he supposed he would act like this around any other omega, but maybe Suguru could use this to his advantage. And besides, what happened to him wasn’t fair and he wasn’t lying when he thought he wanted to be his friend (or as close as he could) to be a positive influence on Gojo’s life. So calling each other casually would be good, better than calling him “mummy” in his mind. 

“Alright then, can I call you Satoru? You can call me Suguru if you want.”

Gojo looked at him in silence and then coughed, embarrassed. 

“Yeah, yeah I like that, Su-gu-ru, ” he sang. 

Geto sighed, that was going to be a long day—and a long mission—but he felt happy for his own small progress, he would get there with baby-steps. 

He sat next to Satoru and gave him an ice cream as promised and opened another package for himself, feeling the cold texture inside his mouth. 

“So, tell me… I heard great things about the Gojo heir who was born with Six Eyes, but the things I know about Satoru aren’t as good.”

“What do you know?” he asked, chewing on the popsicle.

“That if I didn’t accept this job, your grandma would hire a dog tamer to deal with you,” Suguru answered and Gojo let out a loud laugh at that. “And that you like to criticize people’s hairstyles.”

“Is that what you heard from Nanami? Oh, he’s so sensitive, it’s just hair. And he does look like an emo kid, I was doing him a favor.”

He does, Suguru thought, but he wouldn’t be an enabler for bad behavior. 

“But you shouldn’t say that to people, it’s rude.” 

“Can’t I be rude, Suguru?” Gojo asked and moved his face so close to Geto’s he could feel the prickling warmth of Limitless on his skin. “Not even a little bit?”

“Not even a little bit,” he whispered back, flirting back even if it seemed his heart would jump out of his chest. “Besides, you criticized my bangs yesterday. I thought you found me cute.”

“Sorry, Suguru, you have the prettiest bangs ever, I was wrong,” he said like he genuinely didn’t remember that. Geto was getting a little bit addicted to that attention from the strongest sorcerer in the world, it was a heady feeling to order him around. And that wasn’t wrong, right? Gojo prided himself so much about it.

“Then, can you say you were wrong about Nanami-kun too?”  

“Nanami-kun?” he repeated, full of acid. “I don’t say that to weaklings.”

Geto made a face again, he couldn’t believe this guy sometimes, he ruined the whole mood. 

“Satoru,” he purred. “Maybe you shouldn’t think so highly of yourself.”

“It’s very tempting when you say my name like that, but no can do. It’s the truth, so it’s only natural to think about myself like this.”

“Maybe, however, if you weren’t so rude it would be much easier to make friends. And I’d bet that you act like this with your superiors too, that’s unacceptable.”

“I don’t wanna be friends with any of them. I only want you.”

“Well I don’t wanna be your friend yet if you’re acting like this!” Suguru said even though his face was burning.

“If I talk to your oh so beloved Nanami will you drop this?”

“Who knows? It would be a good start,” he proposed, putting his own hands on his lap.

“Fine, wait here,” Gojo said and put his pair of sunglasses on top of Suguru’s head, giving him the view of his blue eyes.

Then he disappeared. 

Geto waited about five minutes and tried the sunglasses on, but he couldn’t see a thing with them, but he guessed that would be useful for the Six Eyes. When he took it off, Gojo was back again. 

“It’s done.”

“What did he say?”

“‘Whatever’,” Satoru repeated and imitated Kento’s voice. 

“He doesn’t sound like that.”

“Well, I think he does!” he said and Suguru almost laughed but he thought Satoru would throw a fit if he did, you wouldn’t have to be a genius to see he was jealous.

Of an omega he barely even knew, Geto thought, but he could work with that.

“Alright, let’s go,” Suguru said and walked into the manor. 

“What are we doing?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to spar with one of my curses?” Gojo behaved really well, so he would let him have this and take it away if he acted up.

“Suguru, you’re the best!” he said excitedly and followed Suguru as if he didn't live here. 

“I'll only observe this time,” Suguru explained when they reached the training grounds. He wanted to analyze his fighting style thoroughly and it wouldn't be fair if Satoru kept his barriers up all the time against him. 

He saw the fresh scar on his forehead and understood that he wasn't ready yet to let Limitless down completely—even though Gojo touched him with his cold fingers yesterday.

He summoned some curses to “play with” Satoru and he let out an excited laugh when he saw the Rainbow Dragon, it really was a beautiful thing, Suguru thought like a proud parent.

He observed how Satoru fought like a higher being in the beginning, resembling a god who wouldn't get his attire dirty, absolutely untouchable. However, this approach was soon abandoned by Gojo, the white-haired man looking almost drunk, somehow high during the fight. He got numb on drugs and power. 

Suguru sometimes felt really good about himself when defeating a cursed spirit or a very skilled person, and he wondered how it would feel like for Satoru with his huge amount of strength. He's probably addicted to it, like how some “adrenaline junkies” would feel.

“No killing, please,” he said when Satoru was getting more and more aggressive with the curses. The omega got a little aroused seeing how he let go of every sense of reasoning but was still able to follow his order, Gojo missed the huge dragon on purpose and released the technique in some trees’ direction around the compound, destroying them completely so as not to hit the Geto’s curse.

Instead of getting scared by the demonstration that went for miles, Suguru felt a thrill dancing in his belly, but tried to hide it. After all, he could understand now the main concern around his mission: Gojo's destructive potential.

Many people wouldn't like it if their most esteemed weapon was hard to control and thinking about what Yaga-sensei said before, they were probably afraid of him. They didn't want to bend the knees to Satoru.

But to Suguru, he seemed rational enough to the point that he held back when he asked him to and it was to simply save a curse of all things, he bet that Satoru would be even more careful with a human. Except he was sure the higher-ups wouldn't see Satoru the same way, he needed to make the situation better, but how? Gojo would forever be the most powerful being out there, almost alien compared to real human beings and people should simply accept that, but he also understood the fear some might feel having to trust Satoru wouldn't use this power for bad deeds.

Especially if he almost lost control once,  according to Yaga-sensei.

“Alright, do you feel better now?” the omega asked, calling the curses back. Satoru walked toward him, sweaty and carrying a strong scent.

“Yes, but it's really complicated, you know? I get so pent-up most of the time, I have to release it somehow,” he explained, so fighting was one of his vices, he seemed drugged after performing Hollow Purple, blinking his pretty blue eyes slowly trying to focus on Suguru.

“It must be frustrating not to have a match,” Suguru thought out loud. 

“Ah Suguru, I know you could match me,” he said all flirty and heart eyes, but Suguru was serious about this.

“Maybe if you let Limitless down,” Geto proposed, but he knew this wouldn't happen anytime soon. As much as Gojo threw himself at Suguru, he rarely felt his body warmth due to the technique. “Is it difficult to keep the barrier up at all times?

“No, I mean… it was in the beginning. If I kept it up for a long time without taking a rest, I would spend too much energy and my eyes would bleed,” he explained and Suguru couldn't help but touch the sunglasses which still rested on his head. “I usually had to activate manually, but now it's automatic so nothing can take me by surprise.”

Nothing can hurt me again , he meant to say and Suguru looked at Satoru's scar one more time.

To think that someone was able to cut through the barrier… Gojo must have been too exhausted to maintain it at that moment. His opponent must have driven him to the edge of his abilities, otherwise how would you defeat someone you couldn't touch?

“But don't you use more energy now? Isn't that even more tiring than before?”

“Ahwn , are you worried, Suguru?” Gojo teased and Geto rolled his eyes. He was just trying to do his job! “With the reverse technique I can keep up the necessary energy for the barrier and ‘cure myself’, regenerating everything.”

“So you never get tired now,” Suguru assumed out loud, a hand on his chin. Never got tired and had no real risk of a bad outcome from a drug accident, probably the only person in the world who could use it with no consequences whatsoever. Yesterday, when his nose bled, he must have been edging with an overdose, but now he understood that with the reverse technique he was “safe”. Not that the higher-ups would enjoy knowing that. 

“Basically.”

“But still, I think you should let it down sometimes…” 

“What are you going to do with that, Suguru?” Gojo purred, getting closer and leaving only a thin barrier between them. Geto could smell him better like that and he almost pressed his legs together when he sensed alpha, alpha, alpha nonstop. Unusually sweet for one, but so enticing to Suguru his lungs burned, imitating the smoke he breathed in and out, in and out.  

“I would get close to you like this, punch you in the face,” he threatened and Gojo laughed. “Only because I couldn't do it last time.”

“Of course.”

“But you know, Satoru,” the omega started saying. “I got really scared yesterday, this mission seemed more complicated than I thought at first, how could I keep you in line or fix you? Now, I don't think there's anything to fix, at least regarding everyone's main concern about your powers. It's a given you're going to be powerful and have this destructive range, everyone knew this from the day you were born, they are just scared of you.”

Suguru said and tried to catch an emotion on Satoru's face, but he was serious, hanging by Suguru's every word.

“And you're not?”

“You never hurt me and you stopped every time I told you to, I think you can control yourself just fine. But no one seems to think that you aren't a threat.”

“Because I am.”

“Because you are,” Suguru agreed. “But you're their most valuable ally, not a S level curse to be concerned about and that's how they're treating you. Of course, you're rude and need more socialization, but that's just your personality, I guess.”

If Gojo was a curse, would Suguru be able to exorcise him too? Would he swallow Satoru and be together forever? Would Satoru send every other monster away so he was the only one curling inside Suguru? Crawling into his heart? 

Maybe, maybe. 

He had always thought that monsters became calmer after joining him, but perhaps Satoru would become worse.

“Oh, you hurt me so, Suguru,” Gojo said, putting a hand over his chest, where the heart was. “I'm not rude to you .”

“You need more than just me, if you scare everyone away, they'll be against you.” 

“So what do you suggest? Since going on a mission and doing everything they want is not enough?”

“Hm, I thought that you could have a harmless position, showing that you're able to care and protect. Like a teacher.”

“You're joking,” he assumed but when Sugueu kept blinking his purple eyes innocently at him, he rolled his blue ones. “I have more important things to do with my time than deal with a bunch of weak teenagers.”

“Like watching reality TV shows and drugging yourself when you're not allowed to go on missions? Bark all you want, but you could have fun teaching people how to be strong.”

“...”

“Strong like you,” Suguru appealed to his ego, seeing Satoru puff off chest like a peacock. “The strongest sorcerer in the whole world, with both Limitless and the Six Eyes in four hundred years, the best alpha there is.”

“Say that again,” he said slowly with a dry gulp. He seemed completely out of it even if the trap was obvious. 

“What? About how you're such a good sorcerer?” Suguru pretended not to know just to tease, licking his lips in anticipation. Satoru had his vices and so did he, Geto loved being able to control him.

It was his way to get power drunk.

“Call me alpha again.”

“What's the special word?”

“Please, Suguru, call me alpha again, please,” he begged with a red face and Suguru was sure that slick was ruining his own panties. He circled his arms around Satoru's neck, feeling Limitless caressing him and got close enough to kiss his cheek through the thin barrier.

“Alpha,” he whispered boldly. “Be a good alpha for me, be my good boy.”

Gojo was so red and it was a funny contrast between the scarlet tone and his snowy hair. He took deep, fast breaths and seemed like he didn't know what to say. He tried to grab Suguru's waist, but the omega refused to give him everything he could offer when he needed to weaponize this desire to have the upper hand otherwise Gojo would get bored of him. 

He knew his type, rich and spoiled, however he would have to work a little bit harder to get his hands on Suguru. He could let Satoru rut on his leg like the damn dog he was and come inside his clothes, but he wouldn't.

Not yet.

So he put his hands on his mouth, covering the red lips before Gojo could kiss him. He arched his perfect white eyebrow, as if challenging Suguru to remove his hand. 

He didn’t and received a hot tongue licking on his fingers in retaliation. 

No manners really, he thought embarrassed. Suguru took two steps back and observed Satoru blink his big blue eyes twice and decided to put the sunglasses on him. 

“So we can talk to Yaga-sensei about your decision to become a teacher tomorrow, right?”

“Ugh, you're no fun, Suguru.”

“Geto-senpai?” Nanami asked when he walked up the stairs to school and saw two sorcerers sitting on the steps. “And you… ”

“Nice seeing you too, thank god you changed your hair style,” Gojo said and it was the most friendly greeting he could come up with, he loved seeing his dear junior stressed as he always fell for his insults easily. But now Suguru was there to pull on his leash.

Gojo didn't mind that , Satoru discovered that he barely minded anything Suguru did as long as he had these purple eyes looking at him. He craved his attention dearly. Enough to drop his drugs and stop destroying the Gojo Clan property. When he behaved “his nanny” let him eat candies, but he always preferred the moments he could get something infinitely sweeter by scenting him. 

He rutted on Suguru’s hips, but wasn’t allowed to cum. He felt he was losing his mind, in a good way at least. 

Although, he didn't exactly enjoy when Geto hit his ribs, easily being permitted in his barrier, and sent him away because of Nanami, of all people. He was clearly more important!

“Satoru, bring me something from the vending machine, please?” Suguru pursed his pink lips, blinked those long lashes and Gojo sighed, getting up and following the order, but not without leaving his scent heavy around him. 

“What are you doing here, Geto-senpai?” 

“Walking my dog,” he joked. 

“Is that why the Gojo Clan called you? So you can take care of him like he is a kid?” Nanami said and he seemed upset enough that Suguru got worried.

“Yes, there were no curses, only Satoru. But he's not as bad as he seemed, he's nice actually.”

“I don't really believe that, he's terrible,” Kento said the grumpiest way possible, it was impossible not to laugh. “You have pretty privilege.”

“You think I’m pretty, Nanami-kun?” he teased, but changed subjects quickly. “He's going to be a teacher here soon, you better be nice, what if he ends up becoming your teacher?” Suguru smiled but Nanami didn't follow him. 

The blond student just sighed and started walking away. 

“I hope you know what you're doing, Geto-san,” he expressed seriously. “You smell like him, bonded.”

“Suguru ♡,” the omega had no idea how the alpha was capable of making his name sound so sickly sweet like that, but he didn't question it as he was getting used to the alpha’s antics. “Have you ever dated anyone? An alpha?”

“No,” Suguru answered while trying to read a book on Gojo's luxurious bed. The clan heir talked to Yaga about becoming a teacher weeks ago, on the condition that Suguru would have a sleep over with him during the weekend.

One weekend turned into almost every other day. 

“My god, your eyes glow in the dark,” Suguru noticed the first time. However, Satoru only laughed like yes, he was that special.

“Hehe.”

The omega didn't like it when Satoru made demands—that was his job—but he had behaved well and did what Suguru ordered with no complaints, even when Yaga threw a bunch of school documents at him before he could change his mind. And besides, Satoru acted so desperate to get more of his attention, more time with Suguru, more, more, more.

It was really cute, so Suguru let it slide everytime. He liked being desired by the most important person in the world after being cast aside and ignored his whole life. 

So he was in Satoru’s bedroom, planning to sleep with him, but not like that . In spite of sleeping with an alpha so often, he was still a virgin—no matter how determined Gojo was to change that, it was a fact. But not even his wet hair, black pajamas and shiny face covered with oils and other skincare products, could deter the alpha. 

“What about an omega?” 

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don't want to.”

“Why not?”

“Nobody is interesting enough. What, do you want me to date someone?”

“Do you like playing hard to get, Suguru?” Gojo asked, laying beside the omega getting closer and closer as if he wouldn't notice, as if his aroused scent wasn't noticeable enough.  “None of these weaklings please you? Do you need a strong alpha to handle you?”

“Do I?” Suguru asked and smiled. Satoru could easily be the silliest of men, so obvious in his intentions to get in the omega's pants from the very beginning.

Maybe Suguru would let him. Maybe, maybe…

“What's your type?” Satoru asked excitedly.

“You shouldn't ask people these kinds of questions, especially your nanny, it's inappropriate,” he said, trying to concentrate on his reading and ignore Gojo sticking out his tongue like the brat he was.

“Oh, something is always inappropriate with you,” Satoru said maliciously, circling Suguru's waist with his arm, starved to touch, more used than not to let his barrier down for the omega. “We're just having an honest conversation.”

“A conversation requires two people talking and I'm out of this, busy if you are really incapable of noticing.”

“C’mon Suguru, wouldn't you want to know my type? I'll tell you, okay? I like an omega with long black hair, purple eyes and a taste for piercings and smells so good, so sweet,” Gojo confessed and touched his thigh over the skirt, lifting it slowly. Suguru gasped. “I think about him all the time, it's driving me crazy. I get hard just thinking of having him under me.”

Gojo has never been so bold before, but Suguru had spent three days away from his duties with Satoru because of his heat, his skin was still feverish and smelling inviting, calling out the only alpha he wanted between his legs in spite of his words. 

And when he looked at his pants, Suguru could see that he wasn't lying; his dick hard and long, marking through the fabric. The omega felt his mouth water and tried to press his thighs together, but Satoru didn't let him, using force to keep them open. 

“You're here in my room, on my bed, surrounded by my scent. I never had an omega over before, do you like it?”

“Uhum,” he murmured but it was more of a purr as he felt Satoru touching him through his clothes, they always had something separating them and Suguru wanted to feel his hands. Know if they were hot or cold, soft or hard.

“I don't want you dating anyone,” he revealed in a whisper. “I wanted to keep you here with me. Forever.”

“Do you want to know my type, Satoru?” The cadence of his voice saying his name always made the alpha feel hypnotized, he felt his heart beating like crazy. 

Suguru was right, his personality was right, his appearance, his voice and scent. 

He always wondered about the taste, if it would be as sweet as the candies he brought him.

“Quiet boys who know how to behave and don't bother me when I’m trying to read,” he said loudly, pushing the alpha of him, almost dropping him on the floor.

“Fuck, we were having a nice conversation. Why did you say that? I’m so horny right now.”

“Eat shit and die, Sa-to-ru.”

“Keep talking dirty to me,” he crawled back to Suguru, smelling his hair and the omega almost laughed when that cold nose tickled the thin skin of his neck. 

“Maybe I should put a leash on you after all and tame you,” Suguru said but the alpha only moaned at the threat, pathetically grinding his hips on the mattress. “You’re acting like a bitch in heat, Satoru.”

“You’re having too much fun with this, I bet,” he growled, aroused and needy. “It won’t be fun when I have you begging for it.”

“You don’t sound so confident with your dick like that.”

“ Awhn , see how happy he is because of you,” Gojo laughed, but hissed when Suguru slapped his groin, climbed over him and sat on the sorcerer’s strong thighs, grinding on it, his slick dripping from his pajama bottoms. 

“I’ll give you a little treat right now, ok? Since you’re barking so much,” Suguru whispered against Satoru’s lips and kissed him for the first time. He wanted to torture the alpha more, but he was horny too, so he would concede this time. 

Satoru grabbed his ass and tits through the clothes, as if he didn’t know where to touch first and the omega moaned in his mouth. They didn’t know how to do it very well, but as long as they could taste each other then it was fine, the saliva dripping from their mouths. The Gojo heir, spoiled as always, tried to bite more than he could chew, or more than he was allowed to, because he descended his lips to Suguru’s neck and sucked the skin hard , leaving a huge mark on his scent gland. 

“No, no, don’t do that,” Suguru whined and grabbed him by the white hair, seeing Satoru panting and drooling. “You don’t have any manners, alpha. What am I supposed to do with you? Tsc. ”

He got on his knees and dropped Gojo’s pants, seeing his long, veiny cock with no underwear on, whorish. 

“Don’t touch me,” he ordered and heard a hoarse cry from the alpha, his pretty and slutty alpha who needed to release pent up energy to function. He missed the high so much he craved it again from the omega. He hasn’t trained these past three days when Suguru was in heat, no, Satoru guarded his dorm door like a fucking dog waiting for his owner, making sure he would listen to every moan, every wet sound and keep everyone away. 

He was at his limit, poor thing. 

First Suguru massaged his thighs, seeing the muscles jump under his fingertips. Feeling a little bit cruel, he scratched the alpha, observing how the pale skin got red after the assault of his black nails. Touching the white thick hair, the omega held the cock by its base and squeezed his fingers around the flesh just to make sure it would hurt the knot. He looked up and saw how handsome Satoru looked, crying out for him. 

The cock was thick enough that he had trouble holding it and the omega couldn’t help but wonder if he would be able to fit that thing inside of him, but he would make sure to never say that to Gojo or else his already big ego would get even more unbearable. 

He was beautiful down there and the omega started to suck on the tip gently, like he would with one of Satoru’s lollipops, tasting him delicately. The alpha crumbled and Suguru felt a high take over his mind. He went down, pink and plush lips around the red flesh, and traced every vein with his tongue, a thin saliva thread connecting his mouth to the dick’s tip. 

Suguru craved Satoru and looked up again to see the alpha already watching him, biting those pink lips as if this act alone was the only thing keeping him from cumming all over the omega’s face. Geto laughed, sending hot breath all over the wet skin and decided to suck Satoru’s balls, one by one, keeping them warm inside his mouth while the dick stood proudly, dripping white drops on his dark hair. 

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru whined, he needed to grab him by the hair e fuck his throat, but Geto demanded his obedience, so he needed to stay put. “I want to cum so bad, my head hurts.”

“Then just cum, I won’t be mad,” Suguru said with a smile, between the pair of model legs around his head. 

The tiny mouth swallowed Satoru’s dick again and he almost gagged, mouth full of cock tears, brimming in his pretty purple eyes as he tried to take him deeper and deeper. When he got to the base, the white hair brushing his nose, the snake bites caressed the against Gojo’s most sensitive parts of his knot and the alpha came down the hot throat, warm and voluminous. 

Some of it escaped from his lips and dripped down on Geto’s chin, adding cum to his already messy face of tears and saliva.

He looked like a fucking sex dream in Gojo’s humble opinion; sweet and soft, unable to waste a single drop. The clan heir felt his dick twitch and it remained hard, he needed more. 

“Are you happy now?” Suguru asked with a ruined voice and used his fingers to eat the rest of the cum, putting the spent inside his swollen mouth. 

Gojo was still stiff and leaking copiously, no refractory period whatsoever. Satoru and that damn reverse technique of his, but Geto simply laid down on the fluffy bed, ignoring the hot slit between his thighs and picked up his discarded book. 

“What about you?”

Suguru removed his pajama bottoms and then his drenched pair of panties, black ones, throwing them over to Satoru who grabbed the pieces without blinking. 

“I'm fine,” he answered, knowing that his slick would stain Satoru's ridiculously big playboy bed. Suguru turned over, lying on his stomach and leaving his ass visible to the alpha “Now go finish your class plan.” 

Satoru was impatient, spoiled and needed constant attention from his favorite omega. Luckily for him, he only had to do what Suguru wanted so he could bask in his presence. 

For example: If he stopped using drugs, he could sleep and cuddle Suguru; if he stopped destroying everything when he went on missions, Suguru would caress his hair and let Satoru scent him…

Sometimes he liked being a “brat” — as Geto said — just to see what he would do, but most of the time Satoru enjoyed being taken care of for the first time in his life, his existence being divided in before and after Suguru. The omega carried that sweet scent and truly worried about the alpha he had to look after, thin and pretty eyebrows drawing a worried frown for Satoru, not the weapon, the most powerful sorcerer in the world or the heir to the clan, just him! Take me or leave me, kind of way. 

Not even his own parents pampered him so much. 

He wasn’t ashamed of any of his titles, he deserved them all, he prided himself in being strong. The thing was, Suguru had him wrapped around his finger and instead of using the more than willing alpha for his own ambitions, Geto guided him to a better path, making decisions that would benefit the alpha. Simply because he was a good person like that, because he cared, because Gojo could smell the perfume he let out whenever he was in his presence, the wetness in the panties. 

Suguru craved him just as much. 

One day, Gojo asked him what he would like to do if he wasn’t a sorcerer and the omega said: “Probably a tattoo artist.”

“Really?” He didn’t know what he was thinking, but it definitely wasn't that . Although he could imagine Suguru working as an artist; no curses to consume, eating some real food and no worries in his mind, because Satoru could solve everything for him, just like the omega had done for him.

Then the next day he bought a tattoo kit for Suguru and offered his own skin for him to train.

“Just don’t go drawing dicks on me,” he joked as he removed his shirt. Suguru’s hands were very soft and carried a light touch, making him shiver. 

“What, you think I’m like you?” he asked, all starry purple eyes. “Why would you let me do this, you don’t even know if I draw well.”

Even a scribble from Suguru was too precious, but he didn’t say that. 

But on the other hand, he couldn’t stop talking about the most useless things as he listened to the sound of the needle. 

“Shh, stay quiet. I can’t mess up,” the omega ordered and Gojo tried to concentrate on the black gloves covering his hands and the bangs that kept bothering Suguru, getting in front of his eyes. The omega bit his lips when he was busy and that vision alone was enough to shut the alpha up. 

After some minutes feeling a prickle on his chest, he got in front of the mirror to see what Suguru had done and he could see “SG” on his left side, over the heart.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it, you’re so cheesy,” he teased. “And is it supposed to be my initials or yours?” 

“You’re so full of yourself, people would think they’re yours.”

“Suguru!”

When one of them couldn’t fall asleep, they would walk around the Gojo property or the alpha would teleport them to a high place, somewhere they could observe the whole city and its lights. 

Suguru, more often than not, would light a cigarette and blow the smoke inside Satoru’s mouth before kissing him. They would make out for what it felt like hours until their lips became swollen and they didn’t know how to tell their taste apart. 

“Maybe I could tattoo the Rainbow Dragon on you next,” Suguru said and Satoru didn’t answer because he would let him do it anyway. 

“How come I have to stop using and you keep on smoking?” the alpha asked instead just to bother him.

“Because I’m not the heir of a powerful jujutsu clan,” Geto explained smiling and Gojo could see his piercing shining under the moonlight. 

He wasn’t, but he could be standing on his side one day, Satoru thought. 

“Burn me,” he asked in a whisper instead, Suguru woken a masochist strike in him, a feeling he hardly ever felt in his life, being sheltered and possessing Limitless. However, the heir was so touch-starved he would accept any contact the omega saw fit, he was the only one allowed to hurt him, to touch him, to ruin him. 

Suguru looked at him for a few seconds and pressed the hot tip of the cigarette on Gojo’s neck, near his scent gland, and the alpha moaned. Satoru’s perfect, pale skin wasn’t touched by anyone else before, but the most powerful sorcerer in the whole world was his to do anything.

“What the fuck is this?” Suguru said, holding a magazine with a woman wearing a yellow bikini on the cover. 

They were in his dorm right after Satoru's class; he had exactly one (01) student called Megumi Zenin, but the boy was his pride and joy. Gojo acted like an old dad and Suguru made sure to tease him relentlessly because of it. But the omega was happy that he was excited about his job after all those months. 

The (now) teacher begged Suguru for permission to visit his dorm room and despite his absence—due to his constant presence at the Gojo property—he bought some furniture which could be conveniently assembled by the alpha.

“You're only using me,” Gojo complained when asked if he knew how to deal with furniture. 

“I thought you liked that?”

Now they were in his bedroom, but Satoru thought it would be a good idea to bring a bunch of crap to his space like he planned to stay the whole week there. Like a DVD collection of Digimon and pornographic mangas. The debauched omegas in the comics looked so much like himself he was astonished.

Satoru wanted to do all those things to him? But the positions were impossible!

And now the magazine , Suguru found that damn magazine among his stuff. ‘Inoue Waka’ it said on the cover. 

Satoru was such a pervert, he was lucky that Suguru found him cute enough to tolerate these things. And he didn't even look guilty.

“Like it?” Gojo asked, smiling from ear to ear. 

Currently, the alpha was painting his nails while he laid on the bed. It pleased him that the Great Gojo Satoru would beg him, even about silly things like painting his nails. But he didn't feel like competing against pretty models who had a real chance of being with Gojo.

So he lifted his leg, covered by the dark pantyhoses he wore under the school skirt, and put his foot near Gojo's mouth.

“Kiss it.”

Suddenly desperate, the white haired man dropped the black nail polish on the mattress and began kissing the gift offered to him, the pretty arch and then sucking the small toes. Till Satoru changed the course of his affection and pushed aside the long fabric of his skirt to have a clear path and left several pecks on his heels, knees and plushy thighs.

Suguru trembled more each time the alpha's lips touched him, spreading his legs for Satoru, who moved forward with that display of opportunity and shoved his face against Suguru's covered pussy, sniffing, licking, spitting over his pantyhose, wanting to reach the sweet essence that had to be better than any dessert he knew.

When he got the first taste through the fabric, he got addicted. Unashamed to ask for his pussy.

“Please, Suguru,” he mumbled over the omega's groin and got upset that he couldn't see or drown in the sweet slick. In a sudden movement he ripped the pantyhose to get to the wet center.

“Get off, Satoru,” Suguru pleaded but his delivery was so weak, not even himself believed in it, especially when he was gripping the white hair in such a forceful manner, making the boy go further. 

“Please, please, Suguru, just a taste,” he begged.

“You don't deserve it.”

“You want it too,” he said and when he showed his face to the omega, his cheeks were so pink and the lips had a slight shine on it. And he did want it, he wanted so badly. Satoru had a mission this week and he spent most of the time by himself, bored out of his mind that his alpha wasn't there to give him attention.

He laid on the expensive sheets and touched himself, fucking his fingers inside his cunt so hard he thought his skin would chafe. 

Moaning Satoru's name, calling out for him.

“I know what you did every night while I was away,” the alpha said like it was a prize. “I watched you.”

“You pervert.”

“I swear, I came back and I wanted to see you, but then I couldn't stop, hoping that you would do it again the following night,” Satoru laughed. “C’mon, Suguru, let me.”

“Ok,” he conceded and Satoru was waiting for that his whole life it seemed, because he didn't waste time pushing and moving the omega's legs the way he wanted like he became his own personal doll. 

When the alpha felt those thick thighs around his head, he closed his mouth all over the wet cunt in front of him, his nose touched the dark bush and he moaned at the taste like he never had better. Gojo breathed on it and started teasing the little clit, feeling it jump under his tongue, he couldn’t help but smile at that. Suguru was so damn cute.  

He guided himself by the sounds Geto let out just for him and the juices that wouldn’t stop flooding his mouth, getting his chin and neck wet, but he refused to stop there. Satoru kissed the fluttering pussy like he would do to his mouth and sucked the slick straight from the source, a pure need. 

The entrance was so tiny and tight, he could barely get his tongue in.

“Relax,” he murmured against the shy opening. Even the tip of his fingers were finding difficulties to penetrate Suguru’s virgin cunt. He wanted to ruin it with his dick one day.

“Fuck , Satoru,” Suguru cursed and cried. “You're being so good to me, give me more, please, please-”

Following his orders, Satoru pushed the omega's legs apart until his ankles were next to his head, folding him in half. He watched Suguru all exposed to him like that and the way his black hair was draped on the pillow, creating a dark sky. Teary lavender eyes looked at him so desperately, the clumpy eyelashes enough to send the alpha’s heart in a frenzy.

And now that the red intimacy was exposed, Gojo licked it from the bulging clit to the anus, spitting on his hole while spreading him wider. He wouldn’t leave any inch of him unattended. 

When Suguru felt the alpha licking him there , so voraciously, he felt embarrassment taking over him, he put his left hand on top of his mouth. Would he be fucked in that hole one day? Geto covered his mouth trying to contain the sounds he was making scared that someone could hear, that Nanami could hear.

But Satoru was so good.

The alpha grabbed his ass and sucked his clitoris so hard Suguru lost his mind for a minute, hooking the plushy legs around Gojo’s head, keeping him there while he squirted all over the alpha’s perfect face, marking him. Everyone would smell Satoru and know he was his.

He trembled, kicked and then his legs fell, feeling sleepy and relaxed. His throat was sore but he couldn't recall screaming.

His forehead was all sweaty, making him upset for having such long hair, it was getting hotter and hotter, he could see the outline of his bras through the white shirt of the uniform. But when he looked at Satoru, Geto noticed that he wasn't done.

The alpha sat between the omega’s open legs and fucked his own hand over Suguru’s drooling fat pussy, face pink and panting with the need to cum until the omega called him, the red head of the dick grinding against the spent groin. 

“Alpha , put your cum here on my pussy,” he whispered, almost feeling the need to go again at the arousing view Satoru presented. “I need it, please, only you,  ah– ”

After the oh so sweet request, Satoru painted him white, ropes of cum falling on the ripped pantyhose, the panties pulled to the side and the wet cunt. 

The hard work Satoru put on his nails was all ruined, the paint smudged, but he couldn’t care less. Suguru breathed deeply and brushed his fingers over the thick fluid, taking it to his mouth to prove and then kissed Gojo.

He didn’t necessarily need to spend any more time taking care of Gojo, but his family was sooo grateful. 

“We cannot thank you enough, Suguru-san.”

“How can you get him so well behaved?” They all wondered.

“We compromise.” Suguru answered.

“Are you two dating, Suguru-san?” Kaede always asked. 

And then, he had to explain that just because they slept together every night (with Gojo hugging him like an octopus) it didn’t mean they were dating . 

Suguru knew that he should have left ages ago, he did his magic and now Satoru had a job as a teacher and went on missions with no incidents. But Gojo wouldn’t let him go, the white-haired man made a habit of threatening to make a scene, destroy or kill some higher-up if he left. Geto didn’t believe him, he knew that in truth the alpha would simply cry and beg on his knees for him to stay—as he already had done on occasion—but Suguru stayed either way. 

The omega was also guilty because he never really dared to go permanently. 

Suguru enjoyed the luxury life Gojo offered him freely; the gifts, the precious cursed weapons that had been in his family for centuries, being pampered and bathed in attention by Satoru the whole time. He never had to express a need because all of the things he might want were already fulfilled. 

Sometimes he liked pretending to be unsatisfied, pursing his lips just to see Gojo running around huffing and puffing, angry at himself. Trying to make the omega happy, it was his personal entertainment. 

Geto only went on missions he wanted to go and he rarely had to eat curses anymore, everytime he thought he could be doing more for society, he understood that making Gojo content was his contribution, his huge “sacrifice”.

Because you see, everybody thought Satoru was better and well-behaved (as much as his Sagittarius Sun would allow him to be), representing no danger to society with his huge displays of destruction and power addiction tendencies, no longer losing himself to the high.

But Suguru knew the truth. He only exchanged one vice to another. 

“Suguru, fuck,” the alpha moaned behind him, grinding the hard cock on his ass. He had just gotten home and started begging for sex as soon as he saw him. He has always been pretty spoiled. “Please, let me put it in, please. I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

The clan thought he improved, but maybe he was getting worse. He became addicted to Suguru, cunt-struck some would say. 

Suguru held the end of the leash and pulled it, but on some days it seemed he was the one being controlled, never able to say no to his lover.

“Promise to be good, Satoru?” Geto panted and whined, ready to feel that thick knot stretching his wet opening. “Be my good boy, alpha?”

“Always, I'll always be good for you, Suguru,” he said and penetrated his drooling cock in one go, feeling the hot channel around him. Geto’s eyes watered at the stretch. “Fuck, you're so perfect, perfect to take my dick, born for it.”

Satoru needed to cum or he would release his pent-up energy another way, a way that greatly displeased the jujutsu society, but he found a better approach to this problem between the omega's legs. Nothing else could compare.

The days they spent away on missions were a nightmare. 

“We need to record more,” Gojo said. They had homemade movies. Satoru always took the private videos with him when he went on missions because he definitely would need it. “You're so cute, Suguru, you should wear a costume this time.”

And Suguru was also so, so weak for Satoru. Always giving in too easily, letting the alpha fuck him however he wanted, it felt so good he couldn't stop. He always tried to compromise, using this addiction to reach a goal, but he was addicted as well. He sounded really hypocritical holding the leash when he was as dependent as Satoru. 

The Gojo prince had many kinks and Suguru even allowed the alpha to fuck him in public more than once, like the not-boyfriend was his sex doll. He remembered the ruined panties around his ankle and a puddle of slick on the floor of an alley. Another time he had bitten Gojo’s hand so hard as to not scream in a public bathroom on what was supposed to be a simple date—but he wasn’t a fool, the moment the alpha’s hand touched his thigh under the table, he knew how things would end up. 

His favorite part was when he had to dress up as a sexy nurse and ease the pain between Gojo's legs.

“ Ahn , ah,” Suguru panted against his own hands, over his own cursed wedding ring, trying to remain standing despite Satoru's aggressive pounding, almost enough to hurt, his legs would soon give up as he was being fucked onto the wall like this. He turned around to kiss him but due to the movements they couldn't do it properly and saliva dripped from his open mouth. But just feeling Satoru close like this was enough, breathing the same air.

He was so deep, the alpha didn't understand how Suguru took it in his small opening, but it felt incredible, scalding. How could he leave, how could he stop if it felt like this? Satoru grabbed Suguru's huge boobs, which he hid in baggy clothes, and came too fast, filling Suguru to the brim with cum.

The omega fell on his knees, his legs trembling, when the alpha was on him again. The fat folds of his pussy were pulled apart by Satoru who saw the mess of slick and cum, then penetrated once more. 

“One more time, please,” he whispered against the long black hair, grabbing it but not pulling on the locks. He held Suguru by the neck delicately, putting his doll in an upright to fuck properly . 

Geto nodded and before he could stop the gesture, Satoru had started moving  inside him again, the semen making it easier to slide. The white fluid dripped on the floor of the mansion. At first, Suguru didn't want to let him come inside, but when the clan leaders wanted a bride for Satoru, he sat on that long cock until his belly bulged with cum. If he got pregnant, there would be no discussion.

And Satoru let him, of course.

He was his, his best friend, his rival, his alpha, his not-boyfriend, they were everything to each other, they checked every box. Satoru was absolutely in love with his one and only, the absolute person for him.

So the next document Kaede gave him was a marriage certificate.

“Sign it,” she didn't ask, she ordered. Even if the other clan leaders didn't see the potential of the union, she remembered how Satoru used to destroy everything with that power of his.

If Suguru escaped, who would marry her grandson? She often wondered that to herself.

“Slow down, Satoru,” Suguru whined as his knees brushed against the floor relentlessly and he was grabbed everywhere by greedy hands, his neck, breasts, ass, pussy, waist, Satoru fucked like a beast many, many times. He could come again and again with the help of the reversion technique and it was Suguru who suffered the consequences. “You’re gonna split me open.”

Too much, too much. 

He never slowed down, the alpha just fucked him faster, deeper, ruining him again and again. 

They haven’t shared a rut together, but he could imagine how intense it would be if he was like this already. 

“Then tell me to stop, isn’t that what we always do?” Satoru gasped. “You order and I follow, Suguru. Tell me to slow down and I’ll stop fucking your tight cunt.”

“No!”

“No? I should keep you here, locked away from the world,” Gojo whispered, tasting the sweat on Suguru’s neck. “The omega leader of my clan, my wife. Would you like that, baby?”

“S-Satoru—!”

Suguru cried and his pussy squeezed the dick inside of him at those words, slick flowing down his soft thighs. The omega put a hand over his stomach, feeling Satoru hitting deeper and deeper, he imagined if he would be able to see a belly bulge due the amount of cum being spilled in his womb. But then his thoughts were interrupted when the abused cunt got impossibly stretched by the fully formed knot Satoru fucked inside of him.

The slap echoed through the couple’s room and maybe Suguru would have been embarrassed before, but now he was too fucked dumb to care, unable to form thoughts that weren’t Satoru’s entering him again and again, making him squirt until he got dizzy, making him feel so good. Geto was drooling and moaning weakly, tears blurred his vision, each thrust felt more like a stab at this point. 

“Wanna knock you up,” Satoru whispered as if Suguru wasn’t at the risk of already being pregnant after the several tries they took. Would they have his hair or look like his father, which technique would their kid inherit, he needed to know, he wanted to meet them so badly. “Can I? Can I, Suguru?”

“B-Bite me first, you damn alpha,” he swore and felt the fangs piercing the skin of his neck, blood dripping down his shoulder. 

Suguru sighed and felt warm inside, heart at peace knowing he would never feel lonely again after meeting Satoru.