Black Ink

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/30311247.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna
Character: Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki
Nobara, Gojo Satoru
Additional Tags: Mostly Canon Compliant, Tattoo Kink, they're all kinda horny, fushiguro
needs anger management therapy, Slow Burn-ish, chaotic humor,
Sexual Tension, Marking/Branding, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Anal Sex,
Dubious Consent, Violence, Falling In Love, Denial of Feelings
Stats: Published: 2021-03-27 Completed: 2021-05-31 Chapters: 12/12 Words:
49333

Black Ink
by keroroppi

Summary

"You're attracted to me."

"Wrong. I just like your tattoos," Megumi corrects with finality, and he'd be damn proud of
himself for keeping his cool in such a bullshit predicament if he weren't painfully aware of
his cheeks burning hotter than the flames of hell.

Sukuna spends all of three seconds looking like his brain temporarily blinked out of
existence, before graciously slipping back his holier-than-thou expression.

"Is that so," the curse murmurs with a grin. "It's a pity, but we're out of time. How about I
leave you with a parting gift?"

Notes

Edit: spiced up the summary (no changes in the story though; I just wasn't satisfied with the
thing!), added useful tags/removed useless tags (I'll stop messing with them eventually :'D)
 Makeshift Duster

Megumi’s a pretty damn good actor, if he may say so himself.

He isn’t really a man of many expressions, so it’s not like he’s doing much, but he’ll take credit
where it’s deserved - especially when it involves not letting a murderous curse that could wipe the
floor with his face know about his eyes deviating to where they have no reason to gaze.

To his tattoos, more specifically.

He doesn’t know if that’s as bad as it sounds - a sorcerer admiring something (anything, really) on
the King of Curses - but he figures, if it’s only aesthetic, there should be no problem (as long as no
one finds out, especially if that someone’s name begins with Satoru and ends with Gojo).

The first time he saw the black lines it wasn’t like that - after all, he didn’t have the time to think
anything other than ‘I’m so fucking dead’ , because with the way Sukuna was joyous over the
prospect of a massacre, there was no way he wasn’t going to rip Megumi in two and use his upper
half as a makeshift duster. The sorcerer wasn’t normal by any means of the word, but he wasn’t as
insane as to pay attention to tattoos, of all things, in that kind of situation.

Until he was.

Maybe Megumi had gotten used to Sukuna's presence - repressed by Itadori, but always there -
because, by the time the curse ripped out Yuuji’s still beating heart from his chest, the sorcerer’s
brain was able to conjure up several thoughts at the same time, other than I’m so fucking dead,
we’re so fucking dead. Shamefully, in the back of his mind, were the formless, murky thoughts he
couldn’t quite place into words at the time (but now definitely could) that hey, these tattoos look
pretty damn cool, too bad he’s killing the fuck out of my friend.

It was almost - not quite, but almost - distracting as he fought, even when he was on the verge of
death, either by offing himself out of using his trump card, or being turned into a makeshift duster
by the King of Curses. It was fascinating to see the lines in Sukuna’s face - a face so similar yet so
different from Itadori’s - stretching with each toothy grin, curling with every slanting of his eyes,
dancing over each flex of his muscles.

Megumi felt like he was watching the lazy strokes of a very talented painter. He was undeniably
enthralled.
Somewhere on the deepest recesses of his mind, hiding on one of the dirty dark bogs where he kept
his unspeakable thoughts, he was almost, almost disappointed that Sukuna was an evil warlord -
which he should be, either way - but for the completely wrong reasons.

Why? Well, who knows? Megumi sure doesn't. Maybe just to compliment him on his ink without
feeling like he’s committing a crime, he supposes.

Megumi’s actually quite impressed at how strongly the images had imprinted themselves on his
subconscious. Hell; on his conscious too. He actually caught himself, once or twice - definitely not
more - absentmindedly staring at Itadori while his mind fills in the blanks with scary precision.

Even now, on the rare occasion there’s nothing on his mind, he can quite clearly remember each
contour of black ink as if they’re burning against his closed eyelids. The thought isn't always there,
it's more a small ember than a fire, but it exists.

It's while he's lost in that kind of thought that he only notices the hand waving in front of him when
it’s set heavily over his face. Megumi chokes, startled, and pries the invading limb away, finding
spiky pink hair and a spark of red eyes, and- and suddenly, way too suddenly his breath is gone;
two giant dried as fuck plums for lungs, eyes wide enough to hurt, jaw slacking open for his mouth
to gape pathetically as he tries to recollect himself, and fails.

That’s definitely-

“Sukuna?!” Megumi yells before he’s able to catch his tongue; the sound of his half-empty bottle
of water clattering abnormally loud on the floor as Itadori - definitely Itadori - stares at him like
he’s a complete lunatic, which he’s starting to agree he must be.

“What? No, dude, it’s me,” he reassures, raising both his hands. “What’s up with you? You’ve
been spacing out for a while now.”

When Megumi doesn’t immediately answer, Kugisaki snorts from beside the vending machine.
“Maybe the heat’s finally gotten to his head,” she says lazily before drinking from whatever it is in
that fancy pink can, but her eyes stay on Fushiguro as she waits for a proper answer. Itadori, too,
continues to patiently blink at him.

The hallway suddenly feels very, very small and narrow and suffocating.
Wiping a bead of sweat he feels collecting on his forehead, Megumi averts his gaze to his bottle on
the ground and crouches to pick it up, thinking up a good excuse as he stays back up. “It’s nothing,
I was just-”

A chill creeps up his spine, body freezing but heart racing as he makes eyes contact with Itadori-

No, with Sukuna , this time undoubtedly Sukuna , as a small crimson eye watches him with a
gleeful squint from above Yuuji’s cheekbones. Megumi didn’t think eyes could be expressive until
he’s almost able to hear the curse’s laughter with that mocking gaze alone.

Itadori seems to realize something’s wrong too and glares at his cheek, smacking it soundly. “Gah,
what the hell! Bad timing, Sukuna!”

Megumi sighs, forcing some semblance of normalcy to show on his face as he straightens his back.
“I was just thinking about things,” he continues, noticing how his heart doesn’t seem to slow down,
“You caught me off guard, is all.”

The two stare at him for a moment longer, like they know that’s bullshit, but Megumi says nothing
else and they (thankfully) don’t push him either.

He can only pray in gratitude to every god that may be willing to listen that Gojo wasn’t around
just now.

By the end of the week, at night, he lays in bed especially tired. The incident with Sukuna
happened that Tuesday, and by Sunday the misery still hadn’t stopped. Megumi had the creeping
feeling of being watched, albeit sporadically, throughout the whole day, every day of the week,
right up until he parted ways with Itadori and went to his own room.

Megumi bit his lip in aggravation.

Sukuna watched him like he knew there was something behind Megumi’s absentminded behavior,
and like it was hilarious - not that he could have known there was something, because there wasn’t
something, damn it. He wasn’t so enraptured by the curse’s tattoos (tattoos, of all fucking things!)
to lose focus often enough that other people would notice (especially if said person - curse -
whatever - wasn’t even physically present to begin with).

He decides he’ll keep an eye on himself from now on, to make sure he’s not…

Not… what?

For real, why in the nine layers of hell does he have to lie in bed awake at night, confused like a
small child that was scolded with no explanation? Dammit. Everything’s been going downhill ever
since that damn - Megumi activates his internal mocking voice at this point - ‘ KiNg oF cUrSeS’
showed up with his stupid face and his stupid fucking tattoos. Stupid. Megumi doesn’t even
fucking care at this point. Fuck him.

He turns around on his bed and screams into his pillow in an effort to release tension. It only serves
to make him feel even angrier. When he falls asleep, it’s out of exhaustion, and he dreams of being
used as a makeshift duster by a certain curse.

"Good mornin'!" Itadori greets cheerfully the next day, as they coincidentally exit their bedrooms
at the same time.

But, no, wait. Haha.

Coincidence? There's no coincidences with Ryomen 'KiNg Of CuRsEs' Sukuna. He bets this, too,
was the scoundrel's doing - seeing his stupid face (no offense to Yuuji) first thing in the morning,
after a night barely slept because of him, he means.

Megumi scowls so deep and frowns so hard that Itadori winces - he'll have to apologize later -
before angrily punching his fists into his pockets and turning to walk to class. "Morning," he
growls. Not good. Not exactly bad. Just morning. It just has to be a Monday, too.

As if on cue, he hears the infuriating sound of Sukuna snickering behind him.

So yeah, that was an upgrade from 'just morning' to 'I want to crawl into a hole and die’.
Megumi hears a loud slap (serves him right), then quick steps, before Itadori ends beside him,
glancing nervously between the raven and the path ahead. "Bad night?"

"You have no idea."

"You look like shit," Kugisaki says without remorse, resting her head on her hand as she leans on
the desk and stares at her nails.

"I feel worse," Megumi replies matter of factly, sitting down and immediately reaching for his
book inside his desk. He casually flips it open to the page with a bookmark and rests his back
against the chair.

Itadori, looking like a kicked puppy, quietly sits down on his desk, beside Megumi. The raven
makes a mental note both to definitely apologize later, and to ask if Sukuna's able to make that kind
of face too, because Megumi would like him to look like a kicked puppy too, thank you very much.

...the mental image pops into his mind’s eyes and he quickly decides that no, he wouldn't. Thank
you very, very much.

Sukuna doesn't stop… whatever it is he’s doing, even when another week has gone by, to his
chagrin. Megumi's always seeing brief flashes of crimson when Itadori's around, only for it to
disappear like it's never been there.

Megumi knows better. The curse must be having the time of his life, taking a piss at him like this -
making him feel small and vulnerable; a tiny little mouse caged underneath the claws of a cat.

Yet… he doesn't feel threatened, or scared. Just annoyed and tired. Sukuna doesn't look like he
wants to kill the sorcerer, just maybe toy with him. Hopefully not enough to break him.

He should tell Gojo - or even Itadori himself - that something's not quite right, that Sukuna's
probably scheming something, that- that the curse should come out and-

-and what? Let Megumi gawk at his ink like an absolute moron? Ask what the hell he wants? Grab
him by the hair and smear his stupid face over concrete?

The sorcerer presses his palms against his eyes. No, he's exaggerating things. Why would Sukuna
want to do anything about him? The curse probably considers him a worm or something equally
small and harmless and gross. He’s gonna get tired of messing with Megumi, eventually.

He shouldn't tell anyone about it, because there's nothing to tell.

Another Friday rolls by. As they’re having a day off, Yuuji had suggested they go check a new
pizza place he'd gotten a promo ticket for. Kugisaki refused, as apparently she was on a diet, and
Gojo had a mission, so it was just the two of them.

Well , the two of them, plus Sukuna, he bitterly reminds himself.

The train they're in is pretty packed, for Megumi's distaste. He has to stand uncomfortably close to
Itadori's face not to bump into anyone else, and they both make it a point to look the other way not
to make it awkward - which doesn't work for very long, since Fushiguro's pushed from behind and
has to splay a hand across Yuuji's chest not to bump their heads together.

"Sorry," he mumbles, trying to restabilize himself by stepping back, but Itadori grabs him by the
wrist, and Megumi looks up just in time to see black lines swirling slowly, fading in to adorn
Yuuji's- no, Sukuna's tanned features.

Megumi's heart makes a leap to his throat - shitshitshit - but he's unable to move a single muscle as
his eyes dart over the forming ink - he's too close - and his own pulse rages against his ears - I can't
breathe!

Sukuna’s chest rumbles beneath his palm as he chuckles; his cursed energy is so dense up this
close that it envelops Megumi like a cocoon and seeps into his pores like warm venom. Every
second makes it harder to breathe, and the sorcerer’s fingers curl tightly on the coat under the
digits out of reflex; when his other hand comes to join the first, Sukuna releases his wrist and
wraps an arm around his waist to keep him steady.
"Megumi Fushiguro," Sukuna purrs, eyelashes slowly batting over tattooed cheeks, and Megumi's
knees threaten to buckle, "You don’t want anything bad happening to all these people,” he
continues whispering, close - too close, so close - to his lips, “So I'm sure you can spare me a
minute of your time, hm?"

For what feels like the thousandth time since he met Itadori, he has the fleeting thought-

‘I’m so fucking dead.’

 Set Fire to the Sun
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"I'm sure you can spare me a minute of your time, hm?"

His breath doesn't return until he nods in agreement. Sukuna's smirk widens and the atmosphere
lightens up way too suddenly, like a veil's been lifted. Megumi's knees falter, prompting the curse
to embrace him tighter to keep him standing, and to make matters even more embarrassing, the
sorcerer clumsily chokes in air as he inhales sharply. There's the distinctive feeling of a warm hand
rubbing his back, with Sukuna mockingly soothing him.

"What," Megumi hisses, "Do you want with me?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that, Megumi Fushiguro?"

His first instinct is to laugh on Sukuna’s face, but that was as bad as an idea could get. Instead, he
lets out a confused sound from the back of his throat. The curse doesn’t look surprised; if anything,
he looks quite amused and like he was expecting this kind of reaction from Megumi.

“The other day,” Sukuna begins, and he doesn’t even have to elaborate for Megumi to understand,
“You looked so disappointed when you realized it was just the brat, not me. It was almost cute.”

Megumi makes a disgruntled sound and forces a glare over his blush, “I just thought I'd seen you!”

"Ah, was I mistaken? I was under the impression you were distracted while looking at… rather,
through the brat for the past two months."

"You were watching me?!" He had noticed it for the past two weeks, yeah (Sukuna made sure he
did), but not before that.

"I'm always watching you, Megumi Fushiguro," he whispers, and with the intensity of his eyes -
especially up this close - it's hard not to feel threatened.
One minute, Megumi decides, is way too much time.

"Have you been thinking about me, Megumi Fushiguro?"

What?

Megumi blurts out something intelligible - gah? - because he was thinking about the curse , in a
way, but when Sukuna put it like that, it sounded like...

"You're attracted to me."

...yeah, it sounded like that.

"Wrong. I just like your tattoos," Megumi corrects with finality, and he'd be damn proud of himself
for keeping his cool in such a bullshit predicament if he weren't painfully aware of his cheeks
burning hotter than the flames of hell.

Sukuna spends all of three seconds looking like his brain temporarily blinked out of existence,
before graciously slipping back his holier-than-thou expression.

"Is that so," the curse murmurs with a grin. "It's a pity, but we’re out of time. How about I leave
you with a parting gift?"

He doesn't wait for an answer - the hand that's holding Megumi upright releases him and slides to
the front, where he takes one of the sorcerer's wrists quite gently between his fingers, and brings it
to his lips, kissing it softly, without ever breaking eye contact.

Megumi doesn't move - both too scared and dumbfounded for that - mostly scared - but not a
moment later, Sukuna's eyes slide closed and his tattoos fade out. When they open again, they're
Itadori's warm brown.

Megumi stares like he's just witnessed an alien abduction. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
"Fushiguro…?" Yuuji calls with confusion, and Megumi quickly retracts his wrist towards his
body to maintain what little dignity he may still have (not much). "I kinda blacked out- What just-
Why are you all red?"

The raven haired sorcerer grits his teeth and buries his forehead on Itadori's shoulder. "Just shut up
and let me stay like this for a while."

"Uh- Okay?"

Shit. Shit.

His cheeks fucking burned. Was Sukuna trying to kill him through head implosion? Is that what it
was? The wrist he'd kissed - he really just did that? What in the actual fuck - felt weird, too. Kind of
prickly. Or Megumi was just ridiculously sensitive, which could be the case. He wouldn't know.
Never had his goddamned wrist kissed by anyone before.

Who the fuck does that?

Megumi bites his lower lip in both frustration and shame. What kind of sick game is Sukuna
playing? He wouldn't do something like this without an ulterior motive. If he'd scalped Megumi out
of nowhere, yeah, he could get around that just fine. Sukuna being Sukuna and all that.

But then again, with how he's been pestering Megumi, it's possible he's just being an ass for the
laughs. If Sukuna's intent was to freak him out, boy , was he successful - and now he's probably
rejoicing on the sorcerer's reaction.

“Fushiguro…?” Itadori calls softly, definitely still confused but certainly worried. "Did something
happen?"

Megumi finally releases his lip from in between his teeth.

"No."
Like the good actor he is, Megumi was able to recompose himself quite quickly after that and keep
neutral until they reached the pizzeria. That's not to say, though, that he's actually calm - no, he's
actually quite freaked out, and has to keep stealing glances at the slits underneath Itadori's eyes to
make sure he's not being watched (but then again, Sukuna can probably pop out an eye anywhere
he pleases, which is possibly what he did to stalk Megumi in the first place).

Itadori knows something's up, too. He has that puppy look again, and his brows are discreetly
scrunched up (as discreetly as Yuuji Itadori can manage). It seems that Sukuna can completely shut
him off, without him knowing what transpired while the curse took over, and Megumi's both
relieved and scared shitless about that. Itadori spaces out sometimes, though, like he's deep inside
his head, and Fushiguro wonders if he's trying to talk to Sukuna in these moments.

When Yuuji's distracted like that, while they're waiting for their pizza, Megumi takes the chance to
massage his abused wrist over the fabric of his gakuran. The skin isn't prickly anymore, but there's
a soft, constant pressure around the limb making it impossible to forget Sukuna's touch.

Sighing, Megumi pulls the fabric towards his elbow,

And stares,

And stares,

And,

SLAM.

Fushiguro stands up and pulls his wrist close to his chest so fast he knocks his chair behind him.
He holds the limb tightly, eyes wide as he looks at Itadori who's back to reality and watching him
with a mix of confusion and worry.

"My-!" Megumi almost chokes on his saliva, gulping it down painfully as his mind races to find an
excuse to leave the table, "My stomach hurts!"
Megumi doesn't wait to see Itadori's reaction; he runs towards the bathroom, almost knocking
down a waitress in the process, and slams the door closed behind him.

Sukuna-

Fucking scumbag Sukuna just-

Hyperventilating bad enough to gain white spots in his vision, he tries to calm down by resting his
back against the door and forcefully slowing down his breathing, with his eyes closed. His wrist
hurts with how hard he's grabbing it, but he doesn't release it.

Fucking scumbag, criminally insane Sukuna-

Megumi slowly opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, teeth gritted painfully hard. Maybe- Maybe
he's wrong. Maybe he didn't see what he thinks he saw. It wouldn't make sense, and there's no way,
and Sukuna isn't crazy enough.

' How about I leave you with a parting gift?'

Gift, huh. A good gift for Megumi, at this point, would be a hole opening up and swallowing him
into a dimension where no one knows him and Sukuna doesn't exist.

But, maybe he's wrong. Maybe he's wrong.

He inhales deep, slow, and releases. Brings a trembling hand towards the front of his body, and
carefully pulls down the fabric.

Megumi slides down until he hits the floor.

A bitter, angry laugh escapes him as he runs a hand through his hair, eyes on the two horizontal
black lines around his wrist. A carbon copy of Sukuna's tattoo.

He's suddenly really tired. He pulls his legs close to his chest and rests his head on top of his knees.
Forget a hole opening up; bring on a road roller to make him one with the Earth.

Megumi seriously doesn't have the brain bandwidth to process what happened. Sukuna obviously
had a few loose screws, but to think it would be this many?

Should Megumi confront him about it? Well, he wants to. Badly. Preferably as he's holding the
curse face first on the ground. With his feet. And stomping.

He briefly wonders whether he should tell Gojo about it, but the cursed energy behind the ink is so
ridiculously weak he hadn't even noticed it before. With Gojo's half a dozen eyes and whatnot, if
it's something dangerous, he'll definitely butt in without Megumi asking.

Attention is probably what Sukuna wants. If only Megumi's able to pretend he doesn't care, the
curse will get tired of him and- Uh, deja vu? But Megumi's probably right this time.

And what's more: he deserves to be ignored. Oh, ho ho. Megumi can't wait to rub it in Sukuna's
stupid face that he doesn't give a rat's ass about any of this shit.

He takes a deep breath, finally satisfied with himself, and stands up to wash his face and take a
good, determined look at the mirror. Yeah, that's the face of someone who doesn't give a shit.

...save for the teeniest of a smile-thing he's got going on.

These tattoos really do look cool.

By the time he's back to their table, their pizza's already been served but, surprisingly, Itadori hasn't
dug in yet. Instead, he's fidgeting and looking very preoccupied, watching Megumi with scrunched
brows and a half-pout.

...he'll apologize eventually. Itadori will understand.

"Hey, man," Yuuji greets, worry seeping into his tone, "You okay?"

"Yeah." Megumi takes a seat and immediately takes a slice of pizza, without a care in the world,
and very much like he wasn't branded by the King of Curses, who might as well be watching him
stuff his face with cheese. "You're not gonna eat?" he asks with his mouth half full, as Itadori hasn't
moved. "This is yummy."

"I was just wondering if your stomach's okay now."

"My what? Oh. Yeah. I'm good."

Humming, Yuuji finally reaches for the pizza, looking relieved, albeit not one hundred per cent.
Either way: good. Normal is good. No sign of Sukuna, too.

But of course, Megumi bets the scumbag's watching as he downs yet another slice. And- And you
know what? Megumi can be petty, too. He's happy he can eat a fat slice of cheesy pizza while
Sukuna can only watch. To be even pettier, the sorcerer purposely lets cheese oil slide down his
chin, and he yums like he's eating the bestest, fantastickest pizza in the world. He makes it a point
to say ' this is so good ' and 'I want more' with his mouth full so that Sukuna really knows what he's
missing.

If… he even knows what pizza is. Did they eat pizza back in the Heian era? Uh. He doesn't think
so.

...that's actually pretty sad. Well, no one told Sukuna to go and become a murderous son of a bitch.

"Uuuhhh," Itadori begins, "I didn't know you were so into pizza."

He's not.

"I just had a crave."

"Are you sure nothing happened?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

Megumi's palms are clammy inside his pockets, and his lips are suffering from an onslaught of
nervous nibbling and biting. Sukuna hadn't showed up throughout the whole ordeal, which was
both ideal and worrying. Was Megumi thinking too deep into the whole thing? Probably. Sukuna
has no reason to even remember his existence. Unless... he's so bored out of his mind that he's
willing to interact with a lowly mortal?

"Fushiguro," Itadori calls again. Megumi scowls.

"What?"

"You're acting real weird. I'm getting worried here, man."

Megumi stops in his tracks, sighing. He lifts up his head and takes a broody glance at the setting
sun that's way too red as it descends, almost like Sukuna's eyes.

He really wants to set fire to the sun. Bets there's a jujutsu technique for that, too.

"I'm not acting weird. Stop worrying," he tries, but Itadori groans quite audibly.

"Then why won't you look at my face?"

Touché.
"I don't feel like it," Megumi says as casually as possible, while formulating in his head yet another
apology for poor Yuuji who really doesn't deserve being treated like this… most of the time.

"Sukuna did something, didn't he?"

"No."

"Well, look at me and tell that to my face then."

Megumi almost whines - he doesn't want to - but he can't avoid this forever. Itadori's his teammate,
and being the host to Sukuna, he really should know there’s something off in the piece of shit’s
behavior because he, too, could be in harm's way.

He just, uh, doesn't need to know about the wrist-kiss thing.

Ever.

Inhaling deeply, Megumi steels his expression and turns around to look at Itadori. His resolve
instantly falters, though, as the sun - sun of a bitch, ha ha - Makes Yuuji's eyes glow red. The raven
frowns and his eyes avert to the ground. Where… where the hell should he begin? The stalking?
Or should he just tell him about being directly messed with?

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Wait a minute, I'm thinking."

"I don't have that kind of time, Megumi Fushiguro."

His legs instantly turn into putty - he looks up just in time to see Sukuna - very much Sukuna, and
very much not Itadori - slowly closing the distance between them, running a hand through his hair
to pull it back. But now - now they're in an empty alley, not a packed train. Megumi moves his
hands to summon one of his shadows-
Then all his air leaves his lungs as his back hits a wall, both wrists pinned above his head by a
single one of Sukuna's hands as he gives him a lopsided smile. "Don't bother."

"Let me go," Megumi hisses through gritted teeth.

"Let you go?" He clicks his tongue, smirk never fading. "After you've provoked me so?"

"...what?" Megumi answers, with all the mental capability of a pea.

Sukuna leans closer, until his lips touch the shell of Megumi's ear, and brings a decidedly warm,
almost burning hot finger to slide down the sorcerer's jaw.

He gulps down, hard.

" This is so good, " he whispers huskily, " I want more ," he continues, then chuckles. His voice
rumbles deep inside Megumi's skull. "With your mouth full, too."

Okay, that is certainly not the kind of provocation Megumi was attempting - not that he can say that
out loud, though, since he's kind of busy saying adieu to his brain.

"How about I make your mouth full of something else?" He pauses to chuckle again, running his
finger slowly over Megumi's lower lip. "It's gonna dribble down your chin, too, if you don't
swallow."

Megumi's rational mind goes no no no but his dumb body immediately goes yes yes yes. If it wasn't
for Sukuna holding him by the wrists, he'd slip to the ground with gelatin-like bones; a pitiful
puddle of shame, fear and arousal. Mostly shame. He tries to appear nonchalant, looking the other
way, but he's trembling so hard there's no way he can pretend he's not melting.

"I thought you liked my tattoos? You can't see them if you don't look at me." Sukuna takes his chin
between his fingers and forces him to look him in the eye. Megumi glares as hard as he possibly
can with his cheeks on fire, which apparently isn't hard enough, since the curse's smirk widens to
the point his canines show. "You look absolutely stunning in this shade of red, Megumi
Fushiguro."
"Fuck you."

Sukuna releases him in favor of stepping back and laughing, and Megumi almost does slide to the
ground, but stands strong and carries on glaring daggers, if only to feel better about the whole
ordeal. The curse's laughter slowly stops, while his tattoos fade out, and his head dips down for a
moment before Itadori's fully back in control, blinking as he raises his head.

"Huh? What just…?" It takes Itadori a few moments to make sense of what just happened and,
though he doesn't look like he's aware of the… details of what happened, he seems angry enough to
know it had to do with Sukuna. "Again! He did it again, didn't he? What the hell is going on?!" he
fumes, crossing his arms across his chest. "If he's hurt you, I swear-"

Megumi puffs out a short breath and runs a hand across his face, trying his best to hide a blush that
could light up the whole country. "The only thing he hurt is my dignity."

"Your… what now?" Itadori places a hand on his hip and scratches the back of his head with the
other. "What exactly did he-"

" Don't ," Megumi shushes him, lifting a finger, "Don't ask."

Megumi closes the door behind him with a groan, walking straight to his bed, where he
haphazardly throws his gakuran jacket and then plops face first on the soft mattress.

Itadori didn't stop bugging him until he was sure Megumi was safe and sound, and after one
hundred promises to keep Sukuna in check (not that Fushiguro thinks it'll work - no, he's sure
things'll only get worse from that point on).

He turns his face toward his tattooed wrist and stares at the ink.

...it really does look good.

 Megumi has the fleeting thought, though, that it looks better on Sukuna himself, and it reminds
him of what happened on the alley, and-

He groans again, shoving his face hard into the mattress. It's humiliating that his body reacted the
way it did, when it was a curse teasing him, but at the same time, could he be blamed? Sukuna is
damn handsome (Itadori is, too, obviously, but… differently?), and he has a beautiful voice, and
tattoos. And his hands are warm. And he smells good.

And - Megumi's dick twitches inside his pants - he hasn't masturbated in a while. That obviously
counts toward something, and is actually more relieving than the thought of simply being attracted
to a curse.

That's right. He's just horny. Everything's right in the world again.

Just as he's considering taking care of that problem, he hears loud, almost thundering footsteps
down the hallway outside, and the humming of a very annoying song.

Gojo. Just his luck.

He sits upright in the bed, scratching his head as the door opens with a bang. "Me! Gu! Mi!" Gojo
singsongs, spinning his way into the bedroom like he owns it. "I brought…" he stops, smile
faltering for a second - and right then and there, Megumi knows he's fucked. "Kikufuku," he
continues more softly, closing the door behind him and resting his back against it. "Say, Megumi."

"What?"

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

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"Can you at least stop calling me by my full name?"

 Murphy's Law
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"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

"Not really."

"Aww, that hurts right in the soul!" Gojo brings his hand to his chest to dramatize even further. "I
was sure there was a really funny story about how Sukuna's cursed energy got to wrap around you
like a pet collar!"

"What-"

"Did he give you a pet nickname too? Gumi? Me... Megu? Megu!" He snaps his fingers like he's
found the number combination for tomorrow's lottery. Meanwhile, Megumi's sure there's more
creases forming around his frown than there are on Gojo's brain.

"What the hell is that about a collar?"

"Eh, I forgot," he singsongs, dancing his way to Megumi's bed in a shameless attempt to piss him
off.

It works.

" But ," he continues, sitting on the bed and placing the paper bag with kikufuku on top of it.
"Maybe I'll remember what it is if you tell me what happened!" Gojo crosses his legs around the
ankles and leans back, smiling so wide he’d make the Joker look like he’s wearing Geisha lipstick.
It’s his ‘you know I’m not going anywhere so you can just swallow your pride and give up!’ look.
Megumi, unfortunately, knows that’s exactly how things go, so he doesn’t waste time and
surrenders right away, sighing.

"He's just messing with me. I’d tell you if it were something important."

“Would you, now?”

“No. Not really.”

Half a dozen sentences and Megumi’s already tired of the back and forth. Why is it always like this
with Gojo? He makes a rodeo of his words until he gets the answers he wants, which can be
exhausting when one has to hide they’ve been… whatever the fuck that was, by Sukuna.

“Now that that’s settled, how about you spill the beans?” the man insists. Megumi resists the urge
to roll his eyes.

"I don't know any more than that. Now what's that about a collar?"

"Eh, how does he mess with you?" Gojo rubs his chin and the air in front of it, like he’s caressing a
long, inexistent beard. "Did he throw a bag full of shit in front of your window and set it on fire?"

"Should I do that to you?"

"You wouldn't dare. Now can you please elaborate? I'm dying of curiosity over here!"

"Please die."

"I’m gonna eat all the sweets and not let you have any."

"You were gonna do that anyway."

Gojo nods, but his brief silence and lack of an answer tells Megumi he’s about to get an earful, and
he’s not gonna like it (not that it’s possible to like anything that comes out of this man’s mouth).
"You've gotten quite used to Sukuna's presence within Yuuji, haven't you?" he begins, staring at
the ceiling.

Megumi blinks dumbly. "Yeah, I guess."

"Well, don't. If you think he'll hesitate to murder you when he has the chance, you're wrong.
Whatever game it is you're playing, you’ll be lucky if it literally costs you only an arm and a leg."

"I'm not playing any games, he is."

“I don’t think Sukuna’s the type to play games alone, but suit yourself. Now,” Gojo sits upright,
expression never changing as he reaches for Megumi's wrist and pulls down the sleeve of his shirt
to reveal Sukuna's tattoos. Megumi would blush if he wasn't afraid of Gojo breaking the limb with
his iron grip if he so much as suspected what really happened. "So when were you planning on
telling me about this? If you were at all."

"...I wasn't," Megumi confesses, biting his lip. "It didn't seem important."

"It may not be," Gojo agrees, "But this is Sukuna we're talking about. Don't underestimate him,
Megumi. He’s… bad news."

"You think I don't know?"

"I think you don't care."

Megumi lowers his gaze to the bed, retracting his arm from Gojo's grasp and massaging his
marked wrist. "I do care. I don't like the things he does," he says softly, eyes never leaving the
lines, "But I think this is something else. Unless ," he finally looks back up at the man, scowling,
"You can explain to me why you used the word collar ."

Gojo makes a dissatisfied sound and returns his gaze to the ceiling. "You know, you were right. I
wasn't gonna share the kikufuku."
"How the hell is that relevant?"

"I wasn't gonna share because I wasn't gonna come. I just," he twists his lips around, like he's
wondering how to say something, "Had a feeling I should. You can call it motherly instinct!"

Megumi sighs deep and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Can you please get to the point? I'd like to
finish this conversation while my sanity's still mostly intact."

"You're boooring!" Despite the words, Gojo's expression finally goes from teasing to serious. "The
cursed energy around your wrist feels like, 'back off! This is mine!' That kind of deal, you know
what I'm talking about?"

At that instant, Megumi knows - for his own sake, he needs to turn off his brain and think about it
later.

So that's exactly what he does.

"Huh?" is his 17 IQ response.

"Uhh, you know, like a sign of ownership. Hence pet collar . How exactly did this happen?"

Don't think. Don't you dare think , he tells himself, strategically placing his arms in front of his
pants. Rubbing the back of his head, he does his best to be vague about the train scenario. "He
popped up out of nowhere, grabbed my wrist, called it a gift, went poof and here we are."

"He went… poof?" Gojo repeats, and Megumi decides he shouldn't have turned off his brain this
hard. "Well, I get it. But, like, that's it? It's way less dramatic than I imagined. I was thinking blood
and explosions," he motioned with his hands like a child, "Hell, I even thought he may have kissed
you or something, and this is a wedding vow!"

He does a kissing motion with his fingers along with a ridiculous chu sound, like this is something
passive of being joked about, and Megumi shuts down his brain even harder. Now what remains of
his intelligence is the one that goes poof , and there could be drool rolling out of his fish out of
water mouth for all he knows; he doesn't notice and doesn't care.
"Don't make that face, Megumi! I'm done bothering you. You can have the kikufuku," he says as
he finally stands up and stretches his long limbs like a lazy cat. "This is worrisome though. If I had
to guess, Sukuna wants you for something. Do you want me to have a," he smacks his lips,
grinning, " Talk with him? Promise I won't damage Yuuji's body too much!"

"Please leave."

Please.

Please, for all that is holy, unholy and inbetween.

"Alright, alright! Let me know if anything else happens. Sukuna's dangerous! Dangerous!"

"I don't see you going through the door."

Gojo pouts but waves goodbye, taking a long look at Megumi before finally, finally getting the
fuck out of the room and slamming the door closed behind him like a troglodyte, and with a mantra
of shitshitshit Megumi grabs his own hair and presses his face so hard into his pillow it cuts out his
oxygen intake.

He doesn't care. He doesn't care. Who the fuck needs oxygen when they have a raging boner for a
psychopathic cursed spirit that’s claiming ownership of them?

It's- It's Gojo's fault. It's Sukuna's fault, honestly, but he can easily share that blame with Gojo. He-
He went and said- He said things.

Like- Like Sukuna's mark being like - this is mine - and, and- and kissing - which is shit , because it
makes him remember that Sukuna has a tattoo on his tongue too, doesn't he? Fuck. He shouldn't.
He shouldn't. Because Megumi shut off his brain not to have his dick poke out of his pants and say
hello to Gojo, but now everything’s coming together, and he keeps thinking about that tongue, and
being claimed, and kissing and-

And maybe-
Megumi groans, hard, curling his hands into tight fists.

He wants to cum over Sukuna's tongue.

The sorcerer's finally had enough of not breathing, and turns to lay on his side, curling into a ball
and badmouthing Sukuna with all his vocabulary, and then some more.

If he hadn't shoved Megumi into a wall like that, and whispered dirty things into his ear, then- then
maybe this would be controllable . Maybe he'd be able to take a cold shower and forget things ever
happened. But with the way things are...

'If I had to guess, Sukuna wants you for something.'

Sex. Seeex. He hopes, with every fiber of his being, it's sex. He doesn't even mind being treated
rough, and like a possession, or whatever - fuck, that actually makes him even hornier. His mind's
so clouded by his extreme arousal that he only notices he's already palming his erection when it
jolts under his touch.

Megumi bites the pillow, closing his eyes tightly as his hand massages the hard-on fighting against
the constriction of his pants. He breathes irregularly, moans escaping without an ounce of shame,
and fingers rubbing faster until it's not enough, until they have to stop and clumsily try to unbutton
his pants. Megumi curses as it proves too difficult, and opens his eyes to see what he's doing.

He releases the pillow from in between his teeth, heart seemingly stopping.

Sukuna's tattoo is right there. On his wrist.

In an act of horny desperation, Megumi sits upright and disposes of his pants and underwear, and
rolls up the sleeve of his shirt all the way to his elbow. He stares at the black lines with heavy
breathing; his hand trembling hard and his throbbing dick just out of focus on his vision.

He shouldn't. But he does.

Megumi quickly reaches for the drawer of his nightstand, opening it so haphazardly it almost flies
out of its socket; he searches through the contents until his fingers find a half-empty bottle of
lubricant. The sorcerer places a pillow upright against the wall and rests his back against it,
spreading his legs as well as lube over his palm and fingers.

Trembling, he brings his hand to his erection, eyes glued to the ink over his wrist. His body
shudders at the touch, and he experimentally strokes, slowly, all the way from the base to the tip,
where he dips his thumb and smears pre-cum over the sensitive skin.

Megumi whimpers - slow isn't going to cut it - and speeds up his ministrations with no semblance
of decorum or patience. He tightens his grip, teeth gritting as he's so consumed by desire it's
impossible to keep up a steady pace.

The lines across his wrist make it all the more distracting - and hot - as they contain the slightest bit
of Sukuna's cursed energy, and the sorcerer can easily pretend like it's Sukuna himself touching
him like this, whispering hotly on his ear, forcing his tattooed tongue inside his mouth and
cumming so deep inside Megumi's ass he can feel the thickness filling him.

Megumi's eyes roll to the back of his head and his tongue out of his mouth; his muscles tense up
hot and cold, toes curling, a long, loud moan escaping his lips as he climaxes so hard he literally
sees stars, and his hand keeps stroking until it becomes too sensitive to handle.

He breathes fast and heavy, lungs aching and body shaking as he comes back from the high. His
eyes slowly focus on the ceiling, and he blinks a few times while his brain revs up its engine to
begin functioning again.

He blinks a few more times.

Did he just-

Gritting his teeth, Megumi looks down at the mess of his shirt - ruined, fucking ruined - and his
spent cock looking way too happy as it rests against his thigh. And his wrist-

There's cum over the ink.

He spends an eternity staring in incredulity at the tainted limb, until the fat drop of semen decides
it's a good idea to slide down his skin to wake him up from his daze.
Megumi quickly stands up, all but ripping out his shirt to use it to clean up the mess he's made of
himself - he's gonna burn it later, anyway. He must.

He just-

He jerked off to Ryomen Fucking Sukuna.

And he's not happy about that, no, and the deep scowl over his lips is telling of that fact. What the
fuck was he thinking?! Gojo must have been wrong. There's no kikufuku in that bag. There's
Megumi's dumbass brain.

And what the fuck happened to the bag anyway? Did he kick it off the bed?

He looks behind him and, well, it's still there. Somehow. Poor bag had to witness Megumi having
the orgasm of his life.

For a curse.

Megumi angrily clicks his tongue and prepares to take the shower of his life, to cleanse every sign
of this fucking heresy from his body, and hopefully to cleanse his lack of rational intelligence as
well.

After he's cleaned up and leaning on the windowsill to get some fresh air, he feels more or less like
himself. At least, he doesn't feel like getting into Sukuna's pants anymore (and, hopefully, not ever
again). The tattoo is still there, but he hides it with his sweater's sleeve so he doesn't feel any more
angry than he already is.

With a clear mind, it's easier to see the picture. Gojo is absolutely right. Sukuna's dangerous, and
he's definitely plotting something, even if it's something as small as Megumi being miserable for
the rest of his (probably short) life.
He rubs his face. There's Itadori, too. Megumi's been pissed off and Yuuji's been on the receiving
end of his ire, since he's Sukuna's recipient, and the raven hasn't apologized as of yet.

How does one apologize without being obvious they're apologizing?

Megumi can't come up with a proper idea by himself, so he googles it. People suggest flowers - a
soundly no - or maybe food. Well, he can work with that. Since they had pizza earlier, maybe
something sweet like-

Kikufuku!

Megumi nods to himself, glad he didn't eat them yet, and grabs the bag to take it to Itadori's
room… which is… right beside his. Wall to wall.

He wasn't that loud, was he…? Well, at least he didn't scream Sukuna's name or anything. If Yuuji
asks, he stubbed his toe or some shit.

Confident, he makes the short stroll next door and knocks on the wood, receiving an 'I'm coming!'
in response. Yuuji opens within a few seconds, half wearing a hoodie with only his arms covered,
chest exposed until he finishes pulling it over his head.

Megumi feels nothing (probably because it's not Sukuna, but his knuckleheaded vessel instead.
Either way, it's a win).

He almost smiles at that, but figures it would be creepy, so he sticks to raising the paper bag to eye
level. "Kikufuku," he says simply, and Yuuji beams.

"How'd you get that? Gojo-sensei?" the other asks, stepping out of the way so Megumi can enter.

"Yeah. Must have been doing something back in Sendai. He told me to share," he lies.

"Neat! I was craving something sweet."

Itadori pulls out a small table from the corner of the bedroom and sets it on the center, motioning
for Megumi to sit with him. They end up across from each other, with the sweets between them.
Yuuji quickly digs in.

Poor thing looks so happy eating the damn thing. Megumi sighs - a grown man shouldn't be able to
look like a small puppy. It pulls on his heartstrings and he hates it. "Sorry," the raven finally gives
in, "If I've been aggressive the past few weeks."

"You're always aggressive though," Yuuji comments easily, mouth full and still chewing.

"I'm going to hit you."

"See?" Yuuji laughs heartily. "But thanks for the apology! You're a good friend, Fushiguro."

Eh, is he though? He kind of just jerked off to what is, essentially, Itadori's body. Not that he needs
to know that.

Megumi finally begins eating, content that he decided to go through with this. Maybe if he hadn't
made a scene back at the pizzeria… huh.

He swallows what he had been chewing on and stares at the remainder of the sweet dumpling he's
holding, slowly twirling it on his palm. "Can Sukuna taste what you're eating? Like, you know, the
pizza, and this."

"No."

Yuuji screams loudly at the sudden intruding voice, making Sukuna laugh from his cheek.
Megumi's heart skips a beat, and he readily blames it on high cholesterol.

"I do share a body with this brat," Sukuna explains, after Yuuji's calmed down, "But I don't share
his senses. Imagine how bothersome it would be if I felt it every time he got his ass handed to him
in a fight."

"Hey!" Itadori protests, "It's not like that happens often! Right, Fushiguro?"
Megumi whistles, looking away. Sukuna laughs harder.

"Gah! I can't believe you two are teaming up! This is unfair."

"Heh! We make a good couple, Megumi Fushiguro and I."

What. What?

What?

"The two of us don't make a good anything," Megumi states with intent, but now Yuuji is the one
looking away and whistling. At least that way he can't see Megumi's blood slowly but surely
pooling on his cheeks.

Sukuna can, though. Piece of shit.

Itadori blinks and opens his mouth like he's remembered something, turning to face the raven
again, but (thankfully) by then Megumi's face is back to normal. "By the way, Fushiguro. I heard
like, a super loud noise earlier, coming from your room."

Well, shit. Shit .

Why in the fuck did Megumi have to moan so loud?! What kind of noisy little bitch is he?! And
Sukuna's here too! Megumi would say it can't get any worse, but Murphy's Law exists just to spite
him, so he resigns to his fate and just does his best to cover up his mistake.

"I- I closed a drawer on my finger so I yelled!" he says quickly. He can physically feel how shitty
that lie was, though, and stares at the floor beside him in shame, pursing his lips.

"Is that so?"

Megumi's eyes widen, and slowly turn to look at the warm fingers caressing his over the table. His
eyes travel further up, and his stomach drops at the sight of Sukuna staring back at him with a
devilish smile, chin resting on his free hand.

"Let me know which one it was," he says barely above a whisper, eyes intense, while his fingers
entwine with Megumi's, "And I'll kiss the pain away."

Fucking fuck.

Forget not being affected by shirtless Itadori; Sukuna is something else - something that can very
easily make his face catch on fire, clothes on and everything (he can't imagine he'd fare well if it
were Sukuna half-wearing a hoodie, rather than Itadori). And the curse knows he has this effect, as
proven by his smirk widening and eyes softly slanting.

"Did you know your nose blushes too? I find it utterly endearing. As you are, Megumi Fushiguro."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

(He didn't know.)

Megumi, through the fire and flames of his face, forces a glare. Sukuna seems amused.

"If you're going to torment me like this," he says, pulling his hand away from Sukuna's grasp, "Can
you at least stop calling me by my full name?"

"No."

"What-"

"I like it."

Megumi's unsure what to say. All he knows is his cheeks (and his nose, apparently?) are definitely
creating a new, previously unknown shade of red, out of embarrassment. Has he ever been
complimented on his name? He doesn't think so.

And Sukuna, culprit to his suffering, continues to watch him with interest amidst lazy bats of his
lashes. When Megumi continues being too dumbfounded to say anything, the curse finally relents,
clicking his tongue as he leans back.

"Alright then. My Megumi."

The sorcerer bites his lip, trying to keep his expression from changing into- into whatever it feels
like it's gonna change. He doesn't like it. Not the situation, not the way Sukuna's talking to him so
casually, and not the pain in his chest from his heart being overactive (is he gonna die? He's gonna
die). Before he can formulate a good enough response - or really, any at all - Sukuna chuckles,
covering his face, save for his eyes, with a hand.

"Since you're so adorable-"

"I'm not!"

"-I'll give you the honor of calling me Ryomen. I'll see you again soon. My Megumi. "

"You piece of-!"

Megumi's finally able to act, and he does so by practically flying over the table and throwing a well
deserved punch at the tattooed bastard.

Only, there are no tattoos.

And Itadori's flat on his back, with all knots of Megumi's knuckle imprinted crimson on his cheek.

"Uh," is all his currently melted brain is able to produce. Itadori sits up, rubbing his cheek with a
pout.

"Guuu! What the hell, man?! I was just gonna say Gojo-sensei needs to stop slamming doors!"
 Sukuna bursts into laughter, loud and scandalous, back in his domain. Once it turns into chuckling,
then finally subsides, he runs a hand through his hair and leans back on his throne. “Megumi,
Megumi, Megumi,” he whispers to himself, like a mantra. “My Megumi.”

This whole seduction business is actually a lot of fun, he thinks. Or maybe it’s because it’s
specifically Megumi - whatever the case, it doesn’t matter. He’s not exactly a master of the craft,
but hey, the boy’s already kinda into him. Shouldn’t be so difficult. And what’s more: he’s finally
climbing out the pool of boredom he was metaphorically drowning in - he was on the verge of
plucking out his own eyes and growing them again just to have something to do.

Now, he’s even gotten a playmate. A very interesting, useful and beautiful one. Megumi - his
Megumi - is a complete package, and it’s gonna take just a little bit of effort to get him wrapped
around his pinky. Just enough effort to be entertaining.

Megumi Fushiguro, so madly in love with the King of Curses, that he’s willing to - out of his own
will - help his beloved fully reincarnate.

Truly hysteric.

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"I could stare at you all day."

 Pomegranate Red
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Megumi never thought he'd ever hate to sleep - or maybe not sleeping in and of itself, but rather,
dreaming.

Of course, if he's miserable, it has to do with Sukuna.

Was it a wet dream? No. Should have been. Would have made sense, since Megumi's been a horny
mess for the past week (and specifically for the culprit to his anger). He'd shamelessly enjoy it, and
he'd dare anyone to judge him for dreaming of being pounded into oblivion by a sexy four-armed
beast. No, the dream was--

They got married.

Gojo walked him down the aisle while Kugisaki and Tsumiki (bless her soul) threw flower petals
at him. Itadori brought in their ring, teary eyed. At least, neither he nor Sukuna were wearing a
dress, so it could have been worse.

Well, it kinda was worse anyway.

Sukuna was smiling. Like, a happy smile. Not the 'I'll skin you alive if you look at me wrong'
smile he's usually got going on - no, he was… joyous. He looked seriously cheerful, and just
remembering the scene makes Megumi shiver in fear.

Dream Megumi, though? Man, he was ecstatic. He cried. He fucking cried, and it wasn't out of fear
for his life like he should have been, no, he was walking on fucking air as a smiling Sukuna (he'll
never get over that one) slid a ring on his finger and Nanami, the priest, declared them as married.
They exchanged vows. They professed their love. They kissed like two five year olds who don't
even know what the fuck they're doing, with a soundly chu just like Gojo had done the day before
to tease him (this was all obviously his fault for implanting the thought in Megumi's head).

Then, it was honeymoon time. Oh, ho. The devil's tango. The secks .

The nothing , because his piece of shit brain decided it would be a good idea to skip the only part
that would be remotely enjoyable, to the part Megumi's pregnant.

He's fucking pregnant.

Big fucking belly so heavy he needs (smiling) Sukuna's assistance to walk to their porch, so they
can sit down, hold hands and stare happily at the pomegranate tree in the backyard.

Megumi's allergic to pomegranates.

Skip again. They have two children. What the fuck are their names? He doesn't know. He doesn't
know his own children's names. There's a boy and a girl; both with tattoos, red eyes, and black hair.
The girl complains she wanted pink hair like her (still smiling) demon daddy.

He's always sitting on that fucking porch, on a fucking bench, beside (smiling) Sukuna, and they're
holding hands.

It's stupid and he hates it.

There's another timeskip, and their children are grown up. Their son had a son - he and (smiling)
Sukuna are granddads now. Their daughter comes out as lesbian. Everyone's joyful.

Then everything's gone - the sky's an ugly gray, and Sukuna isn't smiling or holding his hand
anymore, because he's laying under the fucking pomegranate tree, like some ornamental
gravestone, because he's dead.

Principal Gakuganji's there - old as a mummy (and looking like one, too) but still alive, with no
teeth, and curled over a crutch as he laughs; lightning striking on the background with incredible
dramatic timing. "I've finawy kiwwed him!"

Dream Megumi cries.

Real Megumi wakes up scowling, and very very tired.

Does the universe hold a grudge against him? Is that it? Well, the feeling's mutual. Megumi doesn't
even want to be happy anymore; he keeps on living just to spite God.

He blindly reaches for his phone on the nightstand, and clicks the side button to light up the screen.
Of course he forgot to turn down the brightness before going to bed, so the screen burns his retina
with the power of a thousand suns.

And it's three in the morning.

He's only half surprised - there's that american movie, which one was it? Ah, fuck it, it's a horror
movie with demons, they exist in the hundreds - but the priest in the movie was like, 'hurr durr,
three A.M. is the time of the devil!' and who has the perfect curriculum to be called a devil?

Ryomen Sukuna.

Sighing, Megumi rolls to the side, and groans as he comes face to face with his marked wrist. In
the end, this is really the cause of all (or most of) his current problems. Sukuna won't give him a
break, and even when he's not around, the tattoo is there to remind Megumi of his abhorrent
existence.

He likes the thing from an aesthetic perspective, but hates what it means in every other sense.

And right now, early-as-fuck o'clock, he's tired. He's tired , and more or less emotionally
vulnerable. He'd been so happy and content and pleased in his dream, only to have everything taken
away from him. He had Sukuna taken away from him. It's unfair how he's gotta suffer even when
he's asleep.

Though he isn’t in any of the extremes he'd experienced now, it seems some of the feelings
dragged themselves into his conscious. He’s… morose. And with Sukuna having died
(unfortunately only in the dream), the emotions all mixed up and now Fushiguro is… well... not
worried. But he feels weird. He can sort of understand the stories of people dreaming they were
cheated on, and spending the next day pissed off at their significant other.

He absentmindedly runs the tips of his finger over the black lines. Itadori's probably asleep given
the hour, but Sukuna… does he even need to sleep? Probably not. Must be on a whiteboard
scribbling down details for his evil plan. Douchebag.

Megumi sighs. He's so, so exhausted. All he wants is to go back to sleep and give his groggy mind
some semblance of rest, but his mind doesn't stop working and going in circles and round and
round and round-

He sits up, rubs his eyes. Looks at the closed window. Maybe- Maybe if he sneaks out and takes
just a peek at Yuuji, sees that he's okay. That he's alive.

(if he's okay, then Sukuna's okay too.)

Already regretting his decision before he barely does anything, Megumi slides open the window
that's right above his bed and crawls outside with all the agility of an alcoholic slug. It's cold out,
and he rubs his arms to warm them up, sniffling.

He's really doing this. What the hell.

He tiptoes over to Itadori's bedroom; the wall illuminated enough by the moon that he can easily
see the two windows, and slides open the one that's supposed to be located right above the bed. He
does so as slowly as quietly as a ninja (a blind one, after they've been run over by a monkey on a
tricycle), and climbs up to take a peek inside - Yuuji's sound asleep, snoring like a little pup and
spread on the bed crucifixion style.

Megumi sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. His head hurts, and he doesn't feel relieved even though he
went out of his way to spy Itadori through the fucking window in the middle of the night.

What the fuck is he doing with his life?

He looks back at the peaceful Itadori and almost envies him. He looks so-
Tattooed, and staring back at him with a grin.

Oh, shit.

"Suku-"

Before he's able to finish the name, he loses his balance and drops backwards. It's all so quick his
sleepy mind needs effort to comprehend it - first thing he knows, Sukuna's grabbing his arm, he
feels a pull, and then-

He's… warm. Warm, and cozy, and it smells familiar. Like cedar wood.

His mind only briefly registers he's sitting on Itadori's bed, because it's too busy being filled with
Sukuna. Sukuna holding Megumi's head gently on his shoulder, carding his fingers through the
sorcerer's hair. Sukuna wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him close, cradling him on his
lap. Sukuna humming a song on his ear, probably millenia old, and continuing to hold him like he's
made of the most fragile glass.

It's so warm and comfortable that Megumi's half asleep mind dozes off even more, almost to the
point of no return. His fingers clumsily reach for Sukuna's shirt, and he buries his face on the crook
of the curse's neck.

"I'm glad you're still alive," he whispers into Sukuna's skin. The curse tenses up for a second, then
relaxes again.

"Sleep, my Megumi."

The raven slowly grows limp on his arms, completely asleep. Sukuna doesn't move for a while,
holding Megumi until he's sure the sorcerer won't wake up, and biting the inside of his cheek until
it hurts, to prevent laughter.
How precious. Going out of his own way to fall into Sukuna's grasp like this? This is such a golden
chance it's not even funny (it actually is, it's really fucking funny). The subconscious holds way too
much power - with Megumi half asleep like that and Sukuna treating him like valuable porcelain,
he's definitely gonna take it to heart.

This is… tiring, though, to be honest. Itadori may be asleep, so it's easier to take over his body, but
his barriers continue to be a gigantic hassle, and it's ridiculously draining to keep in control.

As he lays down his Megumi's head on the pillow, though, he decides it's absolutely worth it. Was
he sleepwalking or something? Or did he seriously wake up to come and see him? Hell, at this
point it's like Megumi's already in love with him and just playing hard to get (he doubts that's the
case, considering who it is, but it's a possibility he must consider).

Sukuna chuckles. He really did score himself a pretty little bird. Megumi looks like a living doll,
all tension gone from his face as he's asleep. The curse runs his fingers over soft cheeks, admiring
his prize's long lashes and peach-colored mouth. He bets it'd be soft too, and taste just as sweet as it
looks.

He licks his lips. Should he? He thinks he should. He's been really patient and really good to
Megumi, so it's obvious he deserves some kind of reward.

And with him so defenseless like this…

Irresistible.

Sukuna leans in to capture Megumi's lips, but at the last second, the sorcerer squirms under him
and mumbles sleepily, "...'kuna," then the corners of his lips tugs up just the slightest.

Sukuna backs off like he's been burned, heart thrumming in his ears.

He licks his lips nervously, watching Megumi like he's some unknown, dangerous animal. His
heart rate doesn't slow down and he doesn't know why. He's not worried about being caught red
handed, so what gives?
Sighing, he runs a hand across his face. Must be Itadori trying to switch back or some such shit - he
did just lose concentration, so it makes sense. Meanwhile, Megumi's still deep asleep, chest raising
and falling rhythmically.

Okay, so, maybe kissing him wasn't such a good idea after all (especially since kissing isn't where
Sukuna would like to stop, oh no). It was providential he got startled - he's still in the phase of
building trust, after all. Megumi's trust in him is probably still zero; he can't risk getting it even
lower than that or all his efforts (albeit fun) will have been in vain.

He waited over a thousand years for his chance. There's no way he's gonna fuck it up because of a
boner for some sorcerer.

...but that doesn't mean he's not gonna do anything. He wants to see Megumi blushing again, all the
way to his cute little nose. And he's in his cutest when he's angry - so to accomplish the two…

Sukuna grins.

Megumi's nose twitches and he groans softly, eyelids too heavy to keep them open for more than a
split second. It's so warm, too - he doesn't want to wake up. But then again, he's got morning
classes soon, and he doesn't wanna miss his morning jog with Divine Dog Totality (he really likes
it, and he's cute when he's happy).

"So cute," comes a voice close to him. Yeah, cute. He was just thinking that.

Wait, who?

Megumi groans again, forcing his eyes to open and stay that way for more than half a second. He
sees a shadow, and tries to rub away the sleepiness from his face. He blinks a few times, eyes
adjusting to the light, and- and he freezes. Is he asleep? Is he dreaming? Sukuna's casually chilling
beside him, elbow propped up on the bed and chin on his hand as he watches Megumi with a smirk.

"You know," Sukuna murmurs, grinning, "I could stare at you all day."
Megumi blinks again, then again, then follows the curse's gaze to his chest.

Naked.

He's naked.

Nakednakednaked-

Megumi sits upright, almost slamming his back against the wall behind him to gain any kind of
distance, and he calms down about three percent when he sees he's still wearing his underwear.

"What-" He gulps, trying to cover himself with the covers for some decency, "What the fuck ?"

"Hm? You don't remember?" Sukuna bats his eyelashes lazily at Megumi, and the sorcerer realizes
the other's wearing as many layers of clothes as he is, which would be... just one. He- He doesn't
mean to stare. But he does. How- How could he not? The tattoos are fucking beckoning him,
curling over Sukuna's plump pectorals and defined abs. It's a fucking crime. And there's tattoos on
his thighs too, two lines just like on his arms, and Megumi's suddenly really fucking thirsty. He
licks his lips out of reflex and looks away.

"No, I don't," he admits, searching his brain for answers, but it's all way too hazy to make sense.
He remembers slipping out of his room like a drunk ninja, but that's as far as it goes.

"And here I thought it'd be unforgettable," he begins, slowly prying the covers away from
Megumi's grasp to reveal his body again. His trainwreck of a brain is still busy trying to remember
what happened, so it's unable to command his fist to connect with Sukuna's face. "You were so into
it, too."

"...into what? What happened?"

Sukuna grins toothily, and leans forward to whisper on his ear while his fingers slowly run down
Megumi's chest.
"We fucked."

...what.

What the hell? What the fuck?

Megumi immediately hyperventilates; his insides all seem to turn into putty. His skin burns ,
especially where Sukuna's fingertips continue to trace unknown patterns over his chest. Megumi's
dick seems to like the idea. Sukuna and he-

No, no, no, they absolutely didn't .

...did they?

Sukuna chuckles huskily on his ear. "You really don't remember, do you? How you begged for
me," he licks the shell of Megumi's ear before continuing, "For my cock."

Megumi's lower head takes control over the upper one, and it doesn't even need more details to
conjure up an entire, very detailed scene to show on his mind's projector. And with how his
erection is springing into life against his underwear, it's quite evident it's ready for round two. Or
three? Or four.

"You can't be serious," he risks, out of breath. It doesn't make sense.

"Should I remind you, my Megumi? Of everything?" Sukuna whispers, placing small kisses down
his neck, "Of how you spread yourself wide open for me to fuck you." The kisses reach Megumi's
collarbone, "Of how you screamed my name when you came with me buried deep inside you." His
kisses travel up Megumi's throat and chin, until he stops so close to the sorcerer's lips it almost
tickles.

(Megumi's dying. He's really fucking dying.)

"Do you know what else, Megumi?" he chuckles. "My sweet little Megumi."

It would be impossible to answer even if he wanted to. He's too far gone, dick so hard he could
come if Sukuna as much as told him to.

"I'm just joking."

Huh.

Nonononono. That was- They didn't-

They didn't?

When he receives no answer, Sukuna bursts out laughing, leaning back on the bed with tears in his
eyes. Megumi stares for one, two seconds, before he soundly slaps the fuck out of Sukuna's face,
imprinting each and every finger red on his cheek.

"You bitch !" he yells.

The curse begins laughing even harder, and Megumi would seriously strangle him if it didn't mean
Itadori would die too.

The sorcerer ignores the laughter and gets up, collecting his clothes from the foot of the bed and
quickly dressing up to avoid further embarrassment. He's so angry it's impressive he's not punching
holes into the walls, but he does feel his control over his cursed energy going bonkers.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Sukuna says when he's done laughing (but still chuckling), standing up in
all his sexy tattooed glory with both his hands up in a sign of peace, and Megumi glares because
it's really fucking unfair that a piece of shit like this can be so hot.
This thighs, man. He has tattoos on his fucking thighs.

Megumi wants to bite them.

"I really fucking hate you," he hisses between gritted teeth. "Go die," he adds for good measure,
and turns to walk out the door. The doorknob jiggles uselessly under his hand, locked, and he
growls at it, turning around yet again and stomping his way to the bed to go out the window he
came in from.

Sukuna grabs him by the wrist when he's about to climb on the bed. "What?!" Megumi barks,
snarling.

"We didn't do anything," the curse explains again, and Megumi's about to tell him to fuck off when
he places a finger over his lips to keep him quiet. "But I wish we had."

Fushiguro's anger dissipates so quickly with these words, and with the way they were said, that he's
left cloudheaded. Sukuna's leaning closer, lips parting and eyes slowly sliding closed as he prepares
for a kiss.

Megumi dodges.

He hides his face on Sukuna's shoulder, biting his lower lip as he tries to stay composed.

"You," Megumi calls again, "Bitch."

Sukuna laughs softly, patting his head like he's some dog - the audacity of this motherfucker. "You
should be going soon. Itadori's almost waking up."

Megumi clicks his tongue and pushes Sukuna away. "I was already doing that!" he barks, turning
to go up the bed. He climbs over the windowsill, ready to jump down when Sukuna grabs him by
the arm again. "What?!"

"We should sleep together again sometime."

"Absolutely n-hmph!"

Megumi's eyes widen. His heart stops - it seriously fucking stops. Sukuna slowly pulls away from
the (admittedly chaste) kiss, licks his grinning lips and slowly releases Megumi's arm to wave
goodbye, causing him to lose his balance and fall out the window with a loud thud.

He opens his eyes to stare at the now empty window, just in time to hear Itadori screaming loudly.

"Why am I in my underwear?!"

...he should go back to his own room.

Megumi hits his forehead on the wall for probably the tenth time, while water cascades down his
back from the showerhead. He sighs, brushing heavy strands of hair away from his face to stare
absentmindedly at the tiles.

He tries not to think about it. He really does. But next thing he knows, he's sliding his fingers over
his lips and closing his eyes as he remembers the feeling of Sukuna's mouth on his. It was so quick.
Megumi shouldn't have dodged the first time. Then maybe-

Oh, nonono. No. He shakes his head and turns off the water. He'll be doomed if he falls for
Sukuna's temptations, he knows it, but it really shouldn't be this damn hard to refuse him.

It’s worrisome, though. Sukuna’s known for being particularly prideful and conceited - and yet, he
took a slap to the face and being called a bitch without so much as batting an eye. Worse yet, the
curse actually laughed at it, rather than skinning Megumi alive on the spot. Things went incredibly
okay for him this time, but he wonders for how long it’s gonna stay that way.

What’s gonna happen to him once Sukuna’s gotten what he wants?

 Megumi rationally knows that he’s fucked some way or the other, and he did hear from Gojo that
this is bad news. He should definitely stop whatever this is while he’s able to.

(While he hasn’t yet fallen too hard.)

Sighing for the thousandth time that morning, he wraps his towel around his waist. No more
indulging in Sukuna’s games.

He’s gonna get rid of the black ink on his wrist.

Chapter End Notes

1. The movie mentioned by Megumi is 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose'.

On the next chapter:

"You're ruining me, Megumi."

 Triple Chocolate Frappuccino
Chapter Notes

LOOK AT THESE NUMBERS. THEY KEEP GOING UP. WTF?? That's all you,
y'know. You're all terrible and I fucking love you.

It may take a while 'coz I have a 4 months old that craves attention more than I do
SukuFushi (WHICH IS CRAZY) but I do answer all comments, so if you feel like it,
leave one!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

To say Megumi's restless is an understatement. He's got his fingers tapping on the table at the
dining hall, without rhythm or purpose, while staring at the vapor coming out of his black coffee
and trying not to destroy his teeth by gritting them too hard. Having caffeine will definitely make
things worse from all perspectives, but he has a weakness for the devil's roasted ambrosia, and he's
fucked up either way, so might as well go with a blast.

He hears the door opening and doesn't even need to look up to know Itadori's arrived - his
signature loud yawn seems to reverberate inside Megumi's head like the trumpets announcing the
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Megumi sips his coffee to distract himself from his impending doom. It's impossibly bitter (just
like him). It tastes awful. Why does he even like coffee? Why does he always like the bad things?

(Like that scumbag Sukuna.)

He sips again, to concentrate on anything but these intruding thoughts, and Itadori comes to both
help and make it worse, holding a mug of what Megumi supposes is liquid diabetes and a melon
pan on the other hand. "G'morning, Fushiguro!" he greets, sitting down across from him.

Good morning to who? is what Megumi feels like answering. "Hn," is what he settles for.

"Y'know," Itadori begins as he takes a bite of his bread, "Maybe you wouldn't be in such a bad
mood if you stopped drinking black coffee first thing in the morning."
"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I've seen sad people with coffee. Have you ever seen a sad person with a triple chocolate
frappuccino?"

"Of course they're not sad, imagine all the dopamine that much chocolate releases, if it doesn't kill
them. And besides, I'm perfectly fine like this," Megumi replies with a pointedly loud sip of his
black death, staring Itadori in the eye like he's daring him to find a single flaw in his logic. Yuuji
just grimaces.

"I don't know what happened to you last night to make you so grumpy, but I betcha it wasn't as
weird as what happened to me!"

Oh, brother. He's definitely not in the mood for dealing with his nightly escapade. If he's lucky,
Itadori won't remember a thing and he's just talking about something else. Megumi raises a hand in
a stopping motion then downs all of his coffee, vodka shot style. "Okay, go on."

Itadori stares at him with incredulity for a split second before shrugging. He looks around, like he's
making sure no one's too close to hear, and leans forward on the table. "I think I'm a sleepwalker,"
he whispers.

"Ha?" is all Megumi's able to produce while the caffeine hasn't yet invaded his signal receptors.

"I mean it! Like, I went to bed last night wearing sweaters, right? I was clothed. But when I woke
up I was in my underwear and the window was open!"

Megumi really wants to answer with sarcasm, but Itadori doesn't deserve the mistreatment
(especially since this is Megumi's fault), so instead, he nods. "You probably just got hot in the
middle of the night."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Itadori agrees dejectedly, like he was actually excited at the prospect
of sleepwalking. "What about you? Bad night?"

"No. Had a good night and that pisses me off," he hisses, glaring at the slits underneath Itadori's
eyes. There's no reaction from Sukuna, but then again, that's probably for the best.
"Okay, remind me not to mess with you today."

"Noted."

Morning was shit. It was shit, and it's not even monday today, and that makes Megumi even
grumpier than he'd been before. Of course, it's not without reason - he's gonna talk to Shoko when
their afternoon classes are over, as she's his best bet to get rid of his problem. His anxiousness
grows exponentially with each and every minute that passes, because his mind won’t stop
conjuring up deathly scenarios - and there are so many. Megumi hadn’t thought about it before, but
Sukuna’s a big ass wild card. He’d have better luck reading into a loaf of bread.

But one thing is obvious - or, rather, two: Sukuna either doesn’t give a shit, or he does care to some
extent (in a possessive manner, because it would be quite idiotic of anyone to think Sukuna would
care for anything in an emotional level). If Megumi had to guess, the curse has to have run out of
fucks to give about a thousand years ago, but then again, if he considers Megumi one of his
possessions, then he’s gonna be angry, and then he’s gonna retaliate, and- and what makes him
angrier of all is, he’s not sure which one is worse.

His ego sure would get a boost if Sukuna went ballistic and gutted him because he’s angry
Megumi got rid of his ‘gift’, but well, he’d be dead. He’s not a fan of being dead.

On the other hand, if Sukuna doesn’t give a flying fuck about him, then he’s… good to go, which
is undeniably ideal. But, on the other other hand, it’s also infuriating that the curse went out of his
way to do this, for what amounts to jack and shit. Megumi doesn’t think he’s special; he’s pretty
sure it’s just playtime for a bored asshole, but still. At least threaten him or something, dammit.
Make it feel like it makes some difference whether he gets rid of the damn thing or not.

Why’d he have to go and get thrown into this mess in the first place? Of course, it’s not fair that
Itadori has to deal with this scumbag by himself, but it’s not like the burden has been split, no,
Sukuna just went and multiplied the disgrace.

"Oh my God, what is it with you two?" Kugisaki's annoyed voice brings him out of his thoughts, as
she glances between him and Itadori; each of them with a bento on their lap, but apparently
Nobara's the only one that's been eating. She shifts on the grass and takes a sip out of her thermal
bottle. "Fushiguro's gonna spoil the food with his sour mood, and Itadori looks like he lost his keys
up his arse."
"Hey!" Itadori snaps, pouting, "Do you have any idea how weird it is to have a house party in your
head, only for everything to go quiet all of a sudden? Like the police banged on the door and
suddenly everyone's gone 'coz they were all underage and lining up cocaine-"

"You mean Sukuna?" Kugisaki gracefully interrupts. Megumi anxiously pops a gyoza into his
mouth at the mention of the curse. "Isn't that a good thing, though?"

"I think so? I'm a little worried though. He's been super loud and annoying for a while now, so it
feels strange that he's silent. He's not even answering me when I call out to him," he elaborates,
before smiling widely. "Maybe he dropped dead out of old age!"

Ah, wouldn't that be a blessing? But, no. Definitely not.

Also, does Megumi seriously have the hots for an old man? He hadn't thought of it like that before.
Unless Sukuna doesn't count because he's not even a person (which is arguably worse).

And Megumi, of course, spends the rest of the afternoon with even more information to digest, and
conjure up even more scenarios.

He doesn't think Sukuna's dead, but he may be asleep, or resting. He did spend the whole night
controlling Itadori's body, afterall, and that must have taken a considerable amount of effort. Well,
if he keeps resting, then he won't be a nuisance when Megumi's removing the tattoo, but then again
he may just be messing with them and he's actually eavesdropping.

This man is fucking maddening.

There's one more thing eating away at Megumi's sanity, though, which makes him even more tired
- he should really tell Itadori about what's been happening, or at least some of it. He should have
done it from the beginning, but Yuuji will understand - it's not easy going up to someone and being
like, 'Hey! You know the four-armed demon that's holed up inside you? He's been using your body
to seduce me and I really wish he'd banged me real hard on your bed last night!'

No, that won't do. He's gonna have to think it through and find a way to be more sensitive about
his undeniable attraction to who might as well be the devil himself. And, now that he thinks about
it, when did it go from 'I just like your tattoos' to 'please fuck me silly'? He really missed the
transition there.
He's a fucking hypocrite.

Someone who punished school bullies as a hobby because they didn't respect people's lives,
wanting to be railed by a mass murderer?

What the fuck happened to him? He honestly doesn't know, but he's absolutely not proud of this
development. Any kind of emotional attachment, and he'd be genuinely disgusted at himself.

This has to end, and fast.

That desire to finish things before they get to the point of no return gives him the determination to
go with his plan, until-

"Shoko? But I heard she's not around today," Kugisaki comments as she swings her bag over her
shoulder, ready to go with Itadori into the city to watch a movie or whatever it was; Megumi
couldn't bring himself to pay attention. "Is it about your wrist?"

Megumi freezes, spewing out some nonsensical monosyllable just to let her know he heard her and
is very much confused. She cocks an eyebrow.

"You've been rubbing it a lot," she explains.

Looking down he sees that he is, indeed, holding the marked limb and rubbing circles on it with
his thumb. He quickly pulls his hand back.

"It's nothing important."

He avoids staring at Itadori while saying that, just to make sure Sukuna isn't gonna misinterpret
him.

"Well, okay. You sure you don't wanna come?"

He probably should. He knows he's gonna be stuck inside his bedroom having stupid thoughts
nonstop. Alas...

"Yeah, I'll pass. Have fun, the two of you."

He deserves the suffering.

He takes it back. He doesn't deserve the suffering.

He tries a book to pass the time, but when he goes three times over the same paragraph without
having any idea what he just read, he drops the idea.

Megumi doesn't give up on finding a suitable distraction, though. He tries watching videos on his
cellphone - cute ones, like dogs running under small children and sending them to the ground, or
cats being assholes to people just for the sake of it, until the felines remind him of Sukuna because
his behavior is exactly like theirs, and it makes him angry because he's really a dog person, not a
cat person, so why did he garner any sort of interest for a fucking cat in the form of four-armed
Akuma from Street Fighter?! Fuck.

Forget the cat videos, that's not gonna work out. He scrolls down, frowning, and finds that on his
feed there's nothing really interesting, until he sees a video about sleep paralysis. He'd read about it
back in high school, but didn't delve much into it because he didn't have the patience.

Well, now he does. He's the motherfucking epitome of patience.

Until there's a knock on the door and he turns his head around so fast his neck cracks like Regan
from The Exorcist, because he thinks maybe Shoko heard his prayers and magically found out he
really needs her help, so he throws his phone on the bed and runs to the door and-

It's Itadori.

He closes the door.

"What- Wait! I brought you a treat!"

He opens the door a little.

"What kind of treat?"

"...a triple chocolate frappuccino."

He closes the door again, but Itadori shoves his foot between it and the doorframe, and shows his
puppy face from behind the crack. "Come on, man! You look like you need some happiness in a
cup."

...he does. He just doesn't want to see Yuuji's face when he's on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Why must his friend share his body with his nemesis? The fucking luck.

"It's okay if you don't want me to come in. Just try it out! I'm sure it'll help," he insists, as he
pushes the styrofoam cup towards Megumi. Clicking his tongue, he takes it, but doesn't open the
door any further.

"Sorry," he says in such a low voice he's not even sure whether Yuuji heard it, but judging by the
bright smile that spreads on his face, he did.

"See ya tomorrow!"

Megumi nods, closing the door once Itadori takes his foot away. The raven turns the cup in his
hand like he's examining an easily breakable antique, if it were covered in insect mucus and mold.

He's not a fan of overly sweet things (probably because Gojo is).

Aside from being three times the chocolate, as the name would imply, there's a plastic dome
covering the top, with a fat swirl of whipped cream inside and small star-shaped chocolate
sprinkles. Megumi grimaces, but admits it looks cute.

He tentatively takes a sip through the straw and- Uh. It's very chocolatey. Maybe if they added
some espresso, the bitterness would neutralize the taste of death.

When he's halfway done, he already feels like he can take on the world - who the fuck needs sleep?
Megumi sure doesn't, especially if it means he may have a wet dream with Sukuna and have his
determination to remove the tattoo falter.

Fuck it. Tonight, he's staying awake.

The next morning, like clockwork, Itadori opens the door to the dining room with a yawn, and soon
sits in front of Megumi with his breakfast. Only, this time there's no good morning, but rather an "Is
that what I think it is?" directed at the styrofoam cup Megumi's holding.

"Depends. What do you think it is?" Megumi takes a long sip from the straw, staring at a puzzled
Itadori through heavy eyelids and sore eyes. "Take your pick. Rat poison? Cyanide?" he continues,
once he's done swallowing. "Liquid uranium?"

"...a triple chocolate frappuccino."

"A double espresso, triple chocolate frappuccino."

"Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I didn't sleep."

He takes yet another casual sip. Asking the employees to add coffee was really a wonderful idea,
even if it was six in the morning and they thought he was a drug addict.

It was a perfect combination: the dopamine release from the chocolate would (probably) prevent
him from stabbing someone, and the caffeine would keep him awake.

Why didn't he think of this before? It's fucking genius.

Eventually, he's done with the entire cup (what was the name of the size, again? Venti? Why can't
they just call it small or medium or please-bury-me-I'm-already-dead ?). By the time he's licking
his gross, chocolate smudged lips, his heart's beating faster than a squirrel's.

It's sure gonna be wonderful today.

It wasn't.

He threw up after just one lap on the track field half an hour after breakfast, and laid on the grass to
rot and die. Everyone was worried until Itadori explained, on his behalf, that he'd had a double
espresso, triple chocolate frappuccino sugar bomb, and that he probably wasn't used to it because
he drank black coffee seasoned with the tears of the damned every day (he wasn't wrong).

The second years thought it was hilarious. Gojo took a selfie with him on the ground; Megumi
looking like he passed out from drinking too much, but really just trying to stay alive while his
heart partied to the world's end.

Thankfully, he was sent to Shoko before he could make more of a mess of himself.

His sugar high had already diminished by the time he checked in with her, and she quickly noticed
how somnolent he was, so after she did her thing - Megumi was so sleepy he barely registered what
was happening - he was laid down and promptly passed out.

When he finally wakes up, feeling more like himself, the first thing he sees is Shoko, looking as
dead inside as she usually is, but with a curious glint in her eyes as she holds his wrist and slowly
twists it around to analyze the black ink lining his skin.

"...I can explain."

"I was hoping you would."

Megumi sits up on the bed and licks his dry lips, wondering how he could summarize the whole
thing without freaking her out.

"I lied, I can't explain."

"But you want it removed."

Megumi blinks a couple times. Did he tell her before fainting? "How'd you know?"

She gives him a curt, dry laugh.

"Who on Earth would want to be Sukuna's lap dog?"

...if only she knew.

Megumi was excused from classes for the rest of the day and sent to rest, while being prohibited
from drinking caffeine and too much sugar, at least until his organism's clean again.

He fucking knew frappuccinos were shady business.

Now he's sulking in bed, wondering when Sukuna's gonna come and take his life away from him,
because his wrist is very much empty, no signs of foreign cursed energy ever being there, and he
won't even be able to defend himself properly because he'll be too busy wondering whether he's
gonna throw up again.

This is hell. This is definitely hell.

The minutes pass one by one, then turn into hours, and Megumi spends each one of them rolling
on the bed left and right like a roasting chicken with anxiety. When night comes, late enough for
Itadori to be asleep, and he’s yet to see Sukuna, he thinks he’ll be alright. His stomach isn’t upset
anymore, so if the curse does show up, he can at least put up a fight.

Another hour passes, and Megumi wonders if Sukuna’s still resting and that’s why he hasn’t come
to behead him and use his skull as a chalice.

Another hour in, and he thinks Sukuna may be having trouble taking over Itadori’s body - which is
good! That’s really good. He shouldn’t be able to do that in the first place.

One more hour. His eyes are sore and he really wants to sleep, but like last night, his mind won’t
let him. He briefly considers heading out to grab yet another frappuccino to stay awake, but
ultimately decides against it (he’s a jujutsu sorcerer; he'd rather die fighting than by hyperglycemic
shock).

Another hour ticks by. His tired mind’s already fucking him up. He starts noticing how, throughout
all the hours he’s been (uselessly) waiting, his fingers unconsciously travel to his now empty wrist,
akin to a divorced wife feeling around her finger for her long gone wedding ring.

It sucks. It sucks and he’s beginning to think he was right when he thought Sukuna was out of
fucks to give. Megumi isn’t one to be depressed over being cared about or not - being abandoned
and sold and passed around like yesterday’s newspaper does that to people - so he’s surprised when
he starts feeling disappointed. The adrenaline he’d been feeling dissipates, and what’s left is the
exhausted, miserable husk of a human being who really wishes he was as wanted as much as he
wants.

He'd thought that was the case, but it makes sense that Sukuna would play this kind of cruel game -
make Megumi desire him, pretend like he desires back, and then crush the fantasy without remorse,
just to get some sick pleasure on the fact that one of his enemies has the hots for him.

Megumi kind of expected this outcome, but he didn't think he'd be so downhearted when it all
played out.

He clicks his tongue and stares at the ceiling. The hell is he so sad about? He should be happy ,
since he definitely shouldn't act on his lust for a curse, and this makes things easier in that regard.
(And, besides, he's only just gotten rid of the mark. Maybe Sukuna hasn't noticed yet. Maybe he'll
come tomorrow, or the day after.)

Smiling bitterly at himself, he finally falls asleep.

Groaning, Megumi turns his head to the side - or tries to. He can't quite do it. He also can't seem to
open his eyes, and his chest feels like it weighs a ton.

Ah, he thinks, sleep paralysis.

It's a good thing he can't open his eyes. He doesn't really feel like being in a horror movie scenario
with demons watching him from the shadows (though he could easily exorcise them if they were
real). At least… that's what happens, right? He hasn't ever experienced this, but the video he
watched said that's what people usually witness.

Damn it, he's kinda curious now.

He forces his eyes to open. It's hard at first, but he manages. The first thing he sees, through sleepy,
blurry eyes, is two red dots.

Ah, he thinks, a sleep paralysis demon.

Well, whatever. He's not scared of demons, and it's not even real, so it can go ahead and continue to
sit on his chest like a dumb gremlin and hold his mouth shut for the remainder of the night.

...hold his mouth shut? That's different.

He blinks a few times until his eyes adjust to the darkness; the shapeless mass forms a silhouette,
and then-

His eyes widen, heart leaping out of his chest.

It's not a sleep paralysis demon.

It's Sukuna, and he looks mad, cursed energy rolling off his skin like vipers circling a prey, but he's
careful enough not to let too much out and risk being found out.

"I could have killed you seventeen different ways, is how long it took you to wake up," he hisses,
"Megumi Fushiguro."

He tries to speak, but the hand over his mouth impedes him. His arms feel like jelly as he tries to
pry it away, but he doesn't stop trying because he seriously wouldn't know what to do with his
body otherwise.

Sukuna really did come. It doesn't matter what the fuck he wants.

He came for Megumi.

He's disgusted, so disgusted at himself he could vomit, because he's relieved, so relieved.

He came he came he came he came-

He sobs dryly under Sukuna's palm, nails digging into his tattooed skin.

Why, he thinks with a heartache, am I so happy?

"I thought we were getting along so well," he continues, voice dangerously low and deep and sexy,
"Why are you trying to reject me when I've been so good? You've made me very…" He clicks his
tongue. "Upset."

By the look in his eyes and the way they light up like crimson beacons, upset is probably a light
way to put it.
 That's okay though - he can be upset or angry or whatever he wants to be. Megumi doesn't mind if
they have to fight. He doesn't feel miserable anymore and that's what matters for now.

The curse sighs, running his free hand over his messy pink hair, eyes closing. "You're ruining me,
Megumi," he whispers.

The raven stops fighting against the arm holding him down. He watches the expression on
Sukuna's face with an otherworldly awe; it's a mix of intense and soft and heartfelt and beautiful,
but the curse doesn't give him any time to analyze it, spreading a wide, toothy grin right away,
eyebrows angled out to create a sadistic look.

"Don't you think it's fair that I ruin you, too?"

Chapter End Notes

Just wanted to let y'all know this chapter was predestined to exist, because today my
sister in law brought me cappuccino mixed with Coca Cola, out of nowhere (Megumi
would be proud). That's all. :D

On the next chapter:

"I'll make sure you remember me with every inch of your body."
 Rose Water
Chapter Notes

Edit: added the 'dubious consent' tag because, well, Sukuna. (Please make good
choices! Respect your fellow humans IRL!)

AND, AND, YOU GUYS KEEP CLICKING AND KUDOING AND

COMMENTING AND MAKING ME HAPPY, I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY
ANYMORE, TYSFM

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Sukuna chuckles with glee as Megumi's eyes widen. Hopefully, he's as terrorized as he should be
after what he did. If the curse didn't have both a need for the boy and an infatuation with him, he'd
cut him open and shower the roof of Satoru Gojo's house with his blood.

Should he really be this angry? Well, absolutely. It's just a game they're playing, after all, so it's
unfathomable that he got worried the way he was.

Ryomen Sukuna, worried. What a fucking joke.

But could he really be blamed? Humans are fragile little beings, so when he woke up from his tired
slumber and couldn't feel the mark he'd left on Megumi's wrist, of course the first thing that went
through his mind was the boy had fucking died or something. He didn't even consider that Itadori
wasn't mourning or anything, no, he just opened each of his eyes on the brat's body to try and see if
Megumi was around like the desperate imbecile that, apparently, he was turning into.

When the only thing he saw was that other girl - the fuck was her name? Kugisomething Nobara? -
he opened his mouth on Itadori's cheek. "Where's Megumi?" he'd asked, surprising them both
enough they jumped.

"Huh? Why'd you wanna know?" Itadori asked, and if Sukuna wasn't busy trying not to panic
because Megumi - his Megumi, fuckdammit - might be dead, he'd pull the brat into his innate
domain just to kill him and revive him a dozen times for the insolence.

"Where," Sukuna repeated, "Is he?"

The two brats looked at each other before the girl shrugged, and Sukuna would kill her too if he
had the time - how dare her shrug like Megumi's (possible) death isn't important? The audacity of
these fucking children.

"He's resting in his room."

Of course, his next logical thought was that Megumi lost his fucking arm.

"Is he whole?"

"...excuse me?"

Sukuna gritted his teeth and groaned loudly, patience running thinner than Itadori's active brain
cells. Were these children growing deaf or something?! "His arms! Does he have them both?"

"Of course he does! The hell is wrong with you? Going silent all of a sudden and then popping up
to ask these weird questions!"

Sukuna blatantly ignored him and receded to his innate domain. Megumi was alive and still had his
arms, so why couldn't he feel the curse on the boy's wrist?

Did he-

Did he actually go and get it removed?!

Sukuna ran a hand through his hair, then settled it over his mouth, mind going a mile a minute.

Why would he do that?! Things were okay. They were okay. Megumi was evidently enamored with
him; it wasn't even his admittedly inflated ego talking.

Did he do something wrong? Or maybe he said something unsavory, or the ' I said I fucked you but
really didn't' joke went too far, or perhaps the kiss was a little too much? Goddammit. He was
being so fucking tame. He was holding back. The hell was that stubborn sorcerer thinking, to go
and-

Oh. Oh.

That's it, isn't it? The kid's getting apprehensive because he's falling for a curse, so he's trying to
grow some distance between them. He's having trouble reconciling that with his morals. Makes
sense.

Sukuna didn't fuck it up. They're okay.

The thought made him incredibly relieved. He'd wiped off a bead of sweat that had collected on his
eyebrow and leaned back on his throne, muscles aching with a tension that wasn't quite yet gone.

He couldn't just let Megumi off the hook, could he? If he left things as they were, the sorcerer
would get the distance he needed to think things through, and he'd see how terrible an idea this
whole thing is.

He'd wanted to go and speak to Megumi right then and there, but he didn't even have to ask Itadori
to know he wouldn't lend his body, and the one minute he could get for sure by abusing their
binding vow wouldn't be enough. He'd probably just scare Megumi shitless with how worked up he
was.

So he waited.

He waited, like a time bomb, ticking and ticking while Itadori finished his classes and calmly
played with a rubber duckling on his bath, and the only thing keeping Sukuna sane was the mental
image of the brat choking to death with the yellow abomination.

Itadori didn't go to bed after that, oh no. He decided to watch the moving images in that screen in
the common room, and Sukuna's patience was waning, but what could he do? Nothing, is what.
He'd wanted to smash Yuuji's head open with the first blunt object he could find, but kept that idea
in his thoughts only. He'll get to it, someday.

Eventually, the brat was almost done with his moving images. Sukuna could feel his tiredness. He
was stretching his arms lazily over his head and yawning like a little baby, so the time was finally
coming.
But it didn't come, because the universe conspired against Ryomen Sukuna.

The pineapple head whose name he can't bother to remember suddenly showed up, like a demon
crawling right out of hell, screaming something about a live show and how his besto friendo
absolutely, positively, one hundred percent had to watch it too, and caged Sukuna's idiotic vessel
with the huge meatloaf he dares call an arm.

So rough and graceless. The total opposite of his lean, elegant, beautiful Megumi with the long
lashes and the cute blushing nose. Why did Sukuna have to spend time with this beefcake ogre? He
could be banging Megumi right now, damn it. Or at least trying to, as they're somewhat walking a
tightrope.

The so-called live show lasted for a whole two hours, and even Itadori was exhausted by the end of
it. Sukuna? He was fuming. If he'd been angry before, now he was irate.

He wanted Megumi, and he wanted him right then and there.

The bulky pineapple brat actually tried to make Itadori stay even longer to discuss the show, but as
Sukuna's vessel was almost dropping to the ground out of sleepiness, he managed to excuse
himself to his room.

Sukuna was bubbling up inside as Itadori laid on his bed face first, without a care in the world, and
slowly (ugh) fell asleep.

But Sukuna had to bide his time yet some more. Taking over the brat's body is delicate, exhausting
business. If Itadori isn't in a deep sleep, he's gonna be repelled the same way, and the brat will
notice what he's trying to do.

So he waits. Again.

By the time he was sitting up on the bed and ripping Itadori's shirt to shreds - why must he keep
wearing such constrictive clothing?! - he was so pissed he could destroy the whole fucking
building.
But he didn't - because his sweet little Megumi was right next door.

He went there the same way Megumi did when he slipped into Itadori's bedroom - through the
window. It would be bad if he made a scene out of destroying walls or doors. Once he got in,
crouching on the windowsill, the first thing he saw was his sleeping beauty, sprawled haphazardly
on the bed and half covered by a blanket. He quickly got rid of the latter and, licking his grinning
lips, crawled over Megumi's sleeping form to straddle him.

The grin slowly faded into a thin line. Megumi looked tired, with his eyebrows lightly scrunched
up and bags under his eyes. The hell had he been doing? He wasn't sleeping properly? Itadori had
said he'd been resting, but it sure didn't look like it.

Sukuna cupped Megumi's soft, warm cheek, and ran his thumb slowly over the tired expression
marks under his eye.

Honestly, he was a little jealous that he wasn't the cause for Megumi's exhaustion, but he'd try his
best to compensate that with this nightly visit. He moved his hand to the sorcerer's mouth and held
it closed with just enough strength to wake him from his slumber.

It was a real pain in the ass getting to that point, so yes, he's really fucking angry and deserves
compensation for his troubles, especially the part he actually went and got worried about the boy,
for no reason. His worry was born mostly out of selfishness; he really did need Megumi alive and
well for his resurrection, but it didn't make the feeling any less annoying.

He considers he may have some twisted form of affection building up, but pushes the thought away
for a later moment, in favor of rejoicing the fact that he has Megumi underneath him, at his mercy.

"I know why you did it," he provokes, chuckling, "And, legit, I get it. I get it, Megumi. You're a
jujutsu sorcerer, I'm the King of Curses. You're not supposed to fall for me."

Megumi glares and tries to voice something - probably denial - under Sukuna's palm, fighting back
with a bite that isn't quite there. The curse places his free hand behind his ear, tilting his head to
that side. "Hm, what was that? Can't hear you."

"Hmmph! Hngh!"
"You look adorable when you're struggling. I should," he pauses to lick his lips, and run a hand
over Megumi's still clothed - for now - chest. "Take you, right now. With you pleading me to stop,
but crying in pleasure, because that's what you truly want, isn't it?" Sukuna laughs in a low voice,
leaning forward to whisper on the sorcerer's ear. "You want me to fuck you, you want me so bad it
hurts." He snickers. "I can feel you getting hard right now, you know. You're twitching."

Megumi tries to fight back harder, either angry or embarrassed or both, but against Sukuna's
strength, even if he were using all of his power, it wouldn't even be a challenge. Sukuna lets him
put up a fight, just for the sake of it, then sits upright.

"Ah-ah, don't be like that, my Megumi. I want this too, you know?" He takes one of the sorcerer's
hands and guides it to his clothed erection, humming in pleasure at the shy, warm touch. "See? I'm
at my limit, too."

Megumi's eyebrows arch inwards, eyes slanted and looking away and cheeks a dark red, as he
quickly pulls his hand away and curls his fingers into a fist.

"Yeah, that's the thing, you see," he begins, licking his lips, "You pretend like you're not into it, but
I could fuck you right now if I wanted. And I do want it."

Megumi closes his eyes tightly, like he's waiting for something to happen - more specifically, for
Sukuna to fuck him senseless.

"But I'm not gonna do it."

The sorcerer's eyes open wide and he looks at Sukuna with, finally, the kind of terror he's been
wanting to see, and he laughs blissfully at the sight, running a hand over his hair.

"No, Megumi, that would be too easy! I didn't come here for the pleasure. I came to teach you a
lesson. You didn't think," he chuckles, "I'd let you remove my mark and do nothing about it, did
you? You're mine. My Megumi."

Megumi's only possible response is to glare, but Sukuna loves the look. The only better expression
to fit his pretty face will be his eyes rolling back in pleasure and his tongue sticking out like an
obedient dog waiting for Sukuna's cock.
Soon. Soon.

"Having you play pretend isn't enough. I want you," he licks his lips, "To admit that you want me.
Simple, right? What do you have to say about that?"

He finally releases Megumi's mouth, and the sorcerer immediately snarls at him. "Fuck you!" is his
stubborn, but expected response.

How he can manage to be so thickheaded when his hard dick's throbbing against the back of
Sukuna's thighs is anyone's guess.

"Wrong answer, Megumi. You really want the rough treatment, don't you? What a naughty boy."

Sukuna grabs the other's throat, only tightly enough for him to have to struggle to breathe, and
leans forward until their lips are almost touching.

"Let's see if you'll have the guts to have these removed," he whispers, closing the distance between
them and capturing Megumi's sweet lips between his, quickly sliding his tongue in to prevent a
reaction. The sorcerer whimpers beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders and, honestly, the
heavenly sound would make his knees buckle if he was standing.

Gathering his concentration back, he focuses his cursed energy on his tongue and forces it out, to
invade Megumi's body and travel to his skin. He chuckles at the way the sorcerer reacts, with his
dick pulsing and mouth opening even wider for Sukuna to explore. He does so thoroughly and
slowly, deeply, playing with Megumi's tongue until the boy just starts responding - then he pulls
away, watching the sorcerer bite his lip and glare in annoyance, with the darkest shade of red
spread across his cheeks and nose.

"Show me your tongue," he commands. Megumi bites his lip harder, refusing, and Sukuna snorts in
response. "See, that's why I have to discipline you. You keep playing hard to get even though
you're like this," he purrs with a roll of his hips over Megumi's erection, eliciting a buckle of his
pelvis and a moan that causes his lips to part. Sukuna quickly slides his thumb inside the sorcerer's
mouth, and forces it open.

He can't resist laughing. There it is, imprinted on Megumi's tongue, a mark just like his.
Was there ever a better way to claim Megumi? If there is, it's unknown to him.

Now, to check on the rest.

Sukuna removes his thumb from Megumi's mouth and brings both hands to the hem of his shirt,
beginning to pull it up until the sorcerer very stubbornly and very weakly tries to stop him. He's not
even trying. It's probably just his pride talking, at this point.

"Don't," Megumi chokes out, fingers trembling. Sukuna clicks his tongue twice.

"Do I have to tie you up, Megumi?"

"Why are you doing this to me…?"

Megumi's voice sounds so broken and small and weak, like he's about to cry but is doing his best to
hold on, and small tears form in the corners of his eyes. Just looking at him, Sukuna can see all the
conflict going inside his head, the poor thing, held back by useless morals that only serve to hurt
him.

It's so obvious what he wants to hear, that it almost hurts.

Sukuna releases Megumi's shirt and brings his hands to cup his face, wiping away his tears and
leaning in to slowly capture his lips.

"Because you're mine," he whispers.

He places small kisses on Megumi's cheeks, traveling towards his ear.

"And I want you."

He inhales deeply, taking in Megumi's sweet scent of rose water, and continues placing kisses
down his neck, smiling to himself when he sees the tattoo coming from the nape.
"But you keep pushing me away," he whispers, kissing Megumi's collarbone, and shifting his
weight so that he's between the sorcerer's parted thighs rather than straddling him. "Even though I
know you want me too."

"I- I don't…" he tries brokenly.

Hm! Such power of will. It sure is going to be delicious to break it.

"That's fine," Sukuna says with a smile, "Wouldn't be fun if you gave in so quickly. I still have so
much I want to torment you with."

He finally goes back to Megumi's shirt, ripping it apart instead of taking it off. His smile widens
impossibly, teeth showing as he chuckles from the back of his throat - black lines curl over
Megumi's collarbone and snake down his chest, close to his adorably pink nipples, then down
towards his navel, just like Sukuna's own.

Megumi tries to cover his bare chest with his arms, exposing them to Sukuna and letting him know
that the markings on his shoulders, arms and wrists are in place, too.

"Do you know what I'm gonna do, Megumi?" he murmurs, hands snaking to his lean hips, thumbs
teasing the hem of his pants just above the thick bulge in his sweatpants. "I'm gonna make you
remember me with every inch of your body." He swiftly removes Megumi's pants, leaving him
only in his underwear, and gives a satisfied sigh at the sight of the markings on his thighs and
ankles.

Megumi's eyes widen in shock as he looks down and sees his body covered in a mirror image of
Sukuna's tattoos.

"What did you just-!" he begins, but Sukuna interrupts him with a hungry kiss, pushing his head
further on the pillow with his strength. His tongue delves deep into Megumi's mouth as his hands
snake over his abdomen, feeling each and every dip of muscle under his fingertips.

He cups Megumi's pectorals and squeezes, chuckling into the sorcerer's mouth when it steals a
moan. He pulls away only to latch his mouth to Megumi's neck, to suck and bite at it while his hips
roll slowly and leave the boy a trembling, moaning mess, cursing unintelligibly against Sukuna's
shoulder.
Rolling his hips against Megumi's one more time, the curse moves his hands to the sorcerer's
surprisingly meaty thighs, and takes his lips to the milky chest underneath him. He makes sure to
leave as many marks as he can, and to "accidentally" brush very lightly against Megumi's nipples.

By then, Sukuna's already made a mess of Megumi. He writhes under the curse, slowly coming
undone with moans, arching his back and trying to gain friction against his ass and over his hard-
on. He drapes his arms over his face, to cover it, but Sukuna pries them both away.

He looks absolutely stunning. Pale skin flushed a healthy tone of red, glinting with sweat, mouth
scarlet with abuse and eyes wet and incredibly dark with lust.

If Sukuna didn't have a purpose to stick to his words, he'd definitely ram into Megumi then and
there.

"Say it to me, Megumi," he whispers, hands returning to the sorcerer's chest, but this time he
makes a point to roll his thumbs over the pink nubs. Megumi moans incredibly loud, arching his
back off the bed. "Say you want me. No one else needs to know," he assures, "It's gonna be our
dirty little secret," he lies.

How could it be a secret if Megumi's whole body showed Sukuna's ownership of him?

The sorcerer's already way too gone to think of that, though, shuddering and wrapping his arms
around Sukuna's neck to hide his face on the crook. "I- I want you," he finally admits, whispering.

Almost there.

"Louder, my Megumi." Sukuna slides his hand down, toward the sorcerer's erection, and palms it
with a smirk. "Say my name."

He begins to stroke Megumi's cock through his underwear, and the boy completely loses it. He
shudders uncontrollably, nails digging into Sukuna's back as he moans nonstop, dick throbbing
under the curse's palm.

"Fuck, I," he chokes, "I want you, Sukuna…!"

Sukuna stops.

He stops, and pulls away with a satisfied smirk, crouching in front of a confused, still hard,
completely tattooed Megumi, save for his pretty flushed face.

"See, it wasn't so hard, was it? Maybe I'll give you a treat next time."

Megumi blinks cutely at him, voicing out his confusion with a small sound that's just as cute.
Sukuna grins wider.

"I thought I told you I came here to make you suffer? You didn't think tonight would have a happy
ending, did you?" he laughs. "You're so cute, Megumi."

"What- You're not-" Megumi blinks once, then twice, then goes back to his signature unamused
glare. "You're not leaving me like this!"

"Oh, that's where you're wrong," he singsongs, "That's exactly what I'm gonna do. And what's more
- if you jerk off and finish by yourself, I'm gonna come and leave you hanging again, and again,
until you learn your lesson and start being honest with yourself."

"You fuck."

Sukuna laughs. "Don't be like that, Megumi. If you behave like a good boy next time," he moves
closer, cupping Megumi's cheek and bringing their lips close together, "We may go all the way."

Megumi purses his lips and his eyes shine with rebellion, but he doesn't refuse and his cheeks are
just as crimson as they were before.

Check mate.

Sukuna presses a last, wet kiss against Megumi's lips before retiring to the windowsill.
"Oh, and by the way," he teases, "You're really lucky it's been cold out lately, huh?"

He flashes Megumi one last bright grin before leaving.

Megumi buries his face on his hands, breathing still a little labored. His dick feels heavy,
constricted against the cloth of his underwear, but he doesn't dare touch it.

Should he have expected this? He thinks he should.

He got it all wrong. He forgot Sukuna's a bitch-ass sadist; even if he didn't give a shit about
Megumi, of course he'd retaliate in the most cumbersome manner he could find.

In this case, it was a raging hard-on (nothing new there), and a full pack of tattoos.

What the fuck is he going to do about these?

Sukuna- He didn't leave marks on Megumi's face , did he? He wouldn't dare. He wouldn't.

Would he?

Megumi rushes to turn the lights on, almost tripping on his blankets that are on the ground for
some fucking reason, then quickly grabs his phone and looks at his reflection.

His face is free. Thank the divines.

His neck though… it's both tattooed and full of hickeys and bite marks. Sukuna definitely left these
on purpose, the son of a bitch. These, and the tattoos, of course, are why the curse said he's lucky
it's cold, isn't it?

There's some hickeys on his chest too and- woah, the tattoos look really fucking good, which is
even more infuriating, and arousing, and he definitely needs to sleep before he ends up jerking off
and bringing even more misery upon himself.

He doesn't even think Sukuna's able to know if he wanked or not; he's just hanging on to the last
thread of dignity he has left.

(And maybe making sure he gets laid next time.)

Megumi sighs and closes the window, grabbing his blankets from the floor to cocoon himself on
the bed.

Was he really going to let Sukuna fuck him? How terrible of a sorcerer is he?! He even- He even
pleaded for it (which he considers is fair, given the situation and his overactive hormones), and he
didn't even stop and consider…

...Itadori.

Megumi groans, turning around to bury his face on the pillow. What if they'd gone and did it?
Itadori surely didn't allow Sukuna to use his body as a fucktoy, so it would have been- He'd have
been- It would be-

Augh. He doesn't want to think about it. His stomach churns at the mere thought of the thought.

He's a terrible human being and an even worse friend. How could he let things escalate to this
level? Yuuji shouldn't be having his body used without his consent to satisfy their morbid lust.

Honestly? Megumi and Sukuna deserve each other. Two fucking pieces of shit that aren't worth the
oxygen they breathe.

Megumi sighs into his pillow, closing his eyes tightly to try and prevent them from wetting up too
much.

He was happy Sukuna showed up, wasn't he? He was. Truthfully, he still is. Saying things like
wanting Megumi, and kissing him so passionately, and caressing his body with such devotion; his
skin tingles with the memory, and it almost hurts how badly he wants another kiss.

How badly he wants more of Sukuna. Anything he's willing to give.

And it's probably because he's tired and scarred and abused, but… he wishes Sukuna had stayed,
and- and held him. Fuck, they didn't even need to have sex. Sukuna should have just sat his fucking
butt down and stayed still for Megumi to wrap around him like a snake, like he did the other night.

That's- That's bad though, isn't it? Sukuna was… he was right. He was right about the whole
fucking thing. Megumi's not being honest, not with Sukuna, not with himself, not with anyone.

He's scared.

He doesn't want to fall for the big bad wolf.

His eyes wet up too much for him to hold the small, pained tears. He bites his lower lip and silently
holds the wrist that's once again marked, finding some solace in what little of Sukuna's cursed
energy is imprinted there.

Cock-a-doodle-doooooOOOOOOOO BRRRRRRRRRRR-

Yuuji smacks his cellphone, cutting short the Death Metal Rooster's song, and rolls around until
he's facing the ceiling. He sniffs, blinking a few times until his eyes adjust to the morning light
coming through the…

...open window!

He sits up quickly, looking out to see that, indeed, the window's open, and he's shirtless again,
which may explain why he's sniffing and feeling cold. Which means… he didn't get hot at night, at
all!

He knew it. He fucking knew it. He's a sleepwalker! Fushiguro was wrong (finally)!
Yuuji can barely contain his glee as he stands up, ready to get dressed and tell Fushiguro about the
newest break in his sleepwalking situation, when he slips on something and almost falls face first
on the ground, managing somehow to catch his footing on the last second.

Looking under his foot, he frowns. A piece of fabric? Why would there be-

Wait. It's bright orange. His shirt, the one he should be wearing, is bright orange.

So- That must mean-

He looks around frantically - there's nothing else out of place. Nothing broken or damaged. Weird,
and worrying. Yuuji rubs his head with both his hands, crouching, thinking.

It couldn't have been Sukuna, right? He'd know. He'd definitely know.

He should know.

"Oi, you in there?" he calls. No answer, just like the day before, until he showed up all of a sudden
and asked about…

Oh. Oh no.

Nonononono-

Fushiguro!

Yuuji runs to the door, heart leaping out of his throat and limbs cold, so cold, his chest hurts and
his hands tremble as he fights against the stupid fucking handle that shouldn't fucking exist, until
it's finally, finally open-

And Fushiguro rolls backwards against Yuuji's legs, like he's been sitting with his back against the
door for God knows how long.

Yuuji's brain haywires for a moment, trying to understand, but glad that Fushiguro seems well and
alive,

but then his friend looks up at him,

pale as a sheet,

eyes overly shiny and reddish underneath,

and his lips are trembling,

and Yuuji's knees buckle because it hurts it hurts it hurts , he knows Sukuna did something and it's
his fault, so he kneels on the ground and wraps his arms around his friend as carefully as he
possibly can, holding the messy spiky head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers repeatedly against Fushiguro's hair in the only way he
can think of how to soothe him, while running in his mind a thousand scenarios of what could have
happened.

"Why," Fushiguro murmurs, with his voice so weak it hurts to hear, "Why couldn't it have been
you?"

Yuuji blinks, confused.

"What do you mean?"

Fushiguro laughs, but it's not funny. It's a sad and bitter sound, like he'd rather be crying but refuses
to.

"I think I'm in love with Sukuna."

Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

"What in the fuckety fuck did he do to you, Megumi?!"

 The Spider's Web
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On another note, this chapter was HHNNNGH so haaaard to write. >:( I had another
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"I think I'm in love with Sukuna."

Megumi waits for Itadori's reply with a sullen look. He can almost hear the rusty gears turning in
Itadori's head as his brows slowly scrunch up in concentration and he darts his eyes around. If it
wasn't a serious situation, he'd show Itadori the meme with the blonde woman thinking about
algebra and say it's a picture of him he just took.

He hates how he made the atmosphere so tense he can't even bring himself to crack a joke.

"Really?" Itadori asks after a moment, like his brain can't process the information. Megumi doesn't
blame him; he's still digesting it himself.

"Really."

Itadori groans, going from crouching beside Megumi to sitting in front of him. "How did this
happen?"

He doesn't answer immediately, munching on the words instead. He spent the whole night thinking
about that exactly, but found no satisfactory answer.

Was it Sukuna's fault? He thinks yes, and no. Megumi can only blame him for intensifying a
physical admiration that was already there, as he didn't have a single behavior that would classify
as endearing for the sorcerer to fall for. He's violent, possessive, and has more ethical and moral
flaws than a shark has teeth.

He goes against everything Megumi stands for. He doesn't care for people's lives or their
wellbeing. He probably doesn't care about Megumi's, either, and never will - he's a curse, after all,
driven by his own selfish desires. Sukuna may have seduced him, but that doesn't evoke emotional
attachment either.

"I don't know," he admits. "It just… happened."

"Well, that's okay, I think. People fall in love all the time, right?"

Itadori plays cool, but he looks more jittery than a teapot with the water about to boil. He's
obviously trying not to be insensitive because Megumi looks miserable, but it's annoying watching
him twitch with restraint.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm just trying to, uh, understand."

"Well, then stop. You look like your brain's more tangled than earphone wires," Megumi provokes,
"Not that that's at all unusual, but-"

"Guh, fine!" Itadori huffs. "It's just, I thought you of all people would have higher standards than a
four armed, two-faced, criminally insane maniac."

"But I do. I don't know what the hell happened. I mean, Sukuna did seduce me but-"

"He did what?"

Megumi purses his lips, glancing away from a now blushing Itadori. "He… I mean…" He sighs,
mentally slapping himself. He knew it would be embarrassing, and he promised himself he'd tell
Itadori about this no matter what. "It was kind of like flirting, but with more tattoos involved, and
he's a complete pervert."
"Sukuna's a-" Itadori looks dumbfounded, and his face looks pinker than his hair, but then he
frowns and looks pretty pissed off, and Megumi's eyes wet up again because knows he's about to
be accused of molestation or whatever Itadori wants to call it (he wouldn't be wrong).

"I'm so sorry," Megumi whispers before Itadori completes his thought, "I shouldn't have let him-"

"Did he hurt you?"

Megumi blinks.

"What?"

"Did he hurt you, Fushiguro?" he repeats, angrier by the minute, with rage swirling inside his
chocolate eyes the same way a predator crouches to wait for their prey, and Megumi feels like he's
trapped under the intensity of his gaze.

"No," he answers quietly, "No, he didn't."

Itadori scoffs. "Good."

"Wait, that 's what you're worried about?"

Itadori blinks at him like he's just said something utterly stupid. It's not a flattering look to receive
from him of all people.

"Obviously...? What else would I worry about?"

"Sukuna and I," he begins, pursing his lips and looking away in shame, "We almost… without
your consent…"

"Ah, that's okay, Fushiguro."

...what? Is Itadori just dumb, or should Megumi recommend him to the church for sainthood?

"Do you understand what it would mean if we'd gone and did it?"

Itadori pouts. "Of course I do! I'm not that stupid. And I'd be angry if that happened, yeah, but as it
stands I'm just happy you're not hurt." He smiles firmly but gently, a typical and relieving Itadori
smile. "You're buried deep enough in shit, you don't need something else to worry about."

Yep. Sainthood.

Megumi really wants to shove into his thick skull that this is something serious, that it shouldn't
just be 'okay', but he'll accept the forgiveness for now. They'll have time to talk about that later.

"It's a huge problem that he can possess my body willy-nilly though. I'm gonna have to do
something about that." He sighs. "Now what was that about tattoos?"

Groaning, Megumi rolls up the sleeve of his gakuran to show the lines on his wrist. Itadori
grimaces. "I have these all over my body. All the tattoos he has, save for the ones on the face."

"Is he a dog or something? It's like he's marking his territory."

"That's… exactly what he's doing," Megumi admits.

"So, let me get this straight," Yuuji begins, "He seduced you. You went as far as almost having
sex, and he marked your whole body. Why am I only hearing about kinky stuff? I thought you
were, like, in love with him? Sounds to me like you're just horny- Ow!" Itadori rubs his head where
Megumi smacked him.

"Don't make me any more embarrassed than I already am, stupid!"

"Well, you're making things difficult by not telling me how you feel!" Itadori runs a hand through
his hair; a motion Megumi's seen Sukuna do several times in the exact same body, yet it looks
drastically different. "Right now I'm thinking you should just forget about it. The problem should
solve itself soon. I mean, shouldn't take that long to collect all his fingers, right?"

...the execution.

Megumi brings both hands to his head, breathing irregular to the point of almost hyperventilating,
and his vision blurs with tears.

Sukuna's gonna die.

Itadori places a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him with words he can't comprehend.
Megumi focuses solely on silently breathing, failing occasionally to give way to a choked sob,
while his head begins to ache with the effort needed to restrain himself from crying.

Megumi never expected to lead a normal love life - he is, first and foremost, a jujutsu sorcerer. He
lives with the knowledge he'll probably die young and lonely, without a significant other, and
without offspring to carry on his will and his memory. He also didn't have the best of examples
with his parents, so his trust in something like love was almost nonexistent to begin with. The most
he's ever believed he could have in that regard is the occasional one night stand, but nothing more.

But Tsumiki - she thought love was beautiful. She adored sappy romances with happy endings, the
kind that was so utopic and sugary it would make Megumi's stomach churn, and she actually
believed people could love each other like that, and have genuine happy moments together.

Megumi tried not to let it happen, but that kind of hope did rub off on him, the teensiest bit.

He didn't expect it would happen, but he wished he could have these sappy moments with someone,
too, even if he'd never admit it out loud. Really the silliest stuff, like holding hands on a cold day,
or sharing a kiss on the tip of the nose, or receiving a smile he knows is reserved for him.

He didn't expect it would happen.

But now he knows for sure it won't.

Megumi understands. He's aware. All the time in the world wouldn't bend the demon that is
Ryomen Sukuna, but he was willing to give in and receive any kind of 'love' the other was willing
to give.

Just sex? Great.

Treating him like an object? He's had worse.

Manhandling him into submission? Hell, he's into it.

He was fine with anything (for now). It didn't matter if it was only physical, or if it was toxic, as
long it was Sukuna.

But now? Now it occurs to him he has so little time . So little time to spend with him, to be held by
him, even though he wants it so bad it hurts. It occurs to him that, once he's fallen even deeper in
love, he's gonna have to watch Sukuna disappear.

Why ? Megumi doesn't want this kind of pain.

Sukuna shouldn't-

He didn't need to die. Itadori can control him. They can-

He stops. Stops crying, stops trembling, stops breathing.

He's overtaken by a painful epiphany, a clarity of mind that crushes the giddy feeling of being in
love under its cruel might.

Sukuna just wants to use him.

It's so ridiculously obvious he feels like an idiot for not thinking about it before. The seduction, the
'you're mine's' whispered in his ear, even the gentleness with which Sukuna held him the other
night - it was all calculated. Megumi falling for him was probably the centerpiece of his plan.
After all, who would let their loved one be executed?

Megumi laughs bitterly. "I'm such an idiot," he whispers, "I fell right onto the spider's web."

"What do you mean?"

He looks up at a worried Yuuji through blurry eyes, and smiles at him with quivering lips. "I'm
fucked, Itadori," he whispers, "That's all."

Yuuji spends the whole morning thinking about his conversation with Fushiguro, who decided not
to come to classes and have Itadori tell Gojo-sensei his stomach is still upset.

Of course he thinks it's a terrible idea to feel anything for Sukuna - about as bad as shoving one's
own face down a dirty toilet bowl and flushing - but everyone says you can't choose who you fall
in love with, and with how upset Fushiguro seems to be about the whole thing, he totally believes
that.

The fuck is he going to do, though?

Fushiguro looks like he really likes Sukuna - for whatever reason Yuuji can't even begin to fathom,
other than he's ridiculously handsome because, after all, he's using Yuuji's body - but if that were
the case, Fushiguro could have just fallen for him instead. He isn't really into guys so he'd probably
end up breaking his friend's heart because of it, but at least he'd do so gently, and help him pick up
the pieces later.

But Sukuna? Yuuji just knows he's gonna take Fushiguro's heart and crush it with his bare hands.
He's gonna make fun of his friend, maybe even laugh on his face, and use him for whatever
nefarious plans he can conjure up.

Yuuji should protect Fushiguro by never letting him see Sukuna again, since they'll be executed as
soon as he eats all twenty fingers, but his friend was so hurt by the idea he actually cried - the same
Fushiguro that's always unshaken, like a mountain.
And what's more - who is he, to decide what's better for Fushiguro? He may tell his friend what he
thinks would be best - in this case, run to the fucking hills - but he may never choose in his stead.

The whole situation sucks - all of it. Just thinking Sukuna's gonna use his body to hurt Fushiguro
makes his stomach feel heavy, like he swallowed lead. He'd rather have done that, too, if he's to be
honest about this. He doesn't want to pity his friend, but it's hard not to.

It's only by the end of the afternoon that he begins hearing Sukuna's voice inside his head again,
blurred and incoherent at first, like he's waking up from a deep slumber. Yuuji skips his after class
snack in favor of heading straight to his room and locking the door.

"Oi, Sukuna," he calls, walking towards the bed to sit down, "Let's chat for a bit."

There's no answer, but he does hear small laughter on the back of his head, like Sukuna's ignoring
him on purpose. Yuuji purses his lips, giving the asshole curse another moment to answer before
dropping what he hopes will be enough of a bomb.

"It's about Fushiguro."

The next time he opens his eyes after blinking, he finds himself standing in front of a humongous
pile of skulls and bones, with a red liquid he really hopes is just Kool-Aid soaking his pants all the
way to the ankle. He looks up to find a mildly annoyed Sukuna staring down at him from his so-
called throne, chin resting on the back of his hand.

"What is it?"

"Oh, now you're interested. And you even brought me here! I'm flattered," Yuuji barks, crossing
his arms across his chest. Sukuna looks unamused.

"Tell me what you want, or I'm sending you back. I have better things to do than listening to a rat
squeaking."

Five seconds in, just five seconds, and he already wants to punch Sukuna's teeth into his stupid
mouth. How, pray tell, could Fushiguro have fallen for this insufferable twat?!
"Better things to do, like what? Rotting in here until I sleep, so you can possess my body and go
mess with my friend?"

"Exactly," Sukuna states with ease. "Now, if that's all-"

"Like hell that's all!" Yuuji snarls, "What the hell do you want with him?! If you make him suffer, I
swear to God I'm gonna-"

"Suffer?" Sukuna scoffs. "What about my attitude would have you think I want him to suffer?"

"You're kidding, right? You're an asshole."

"Not to him, I'm not. You see, Itadori," he begins, disappearing only to appear again right behind
Yuuji, "He's very precious to me. If anyone harms him, I'll destroy them with a vengeance."

He doesn't look like he's lying. His eyes seem to be burning, with the red lighting coming from
below intensifying his serious expression.

"You want to use him for something," Yuuji states plainly, staring back with just as much
seriousness.

"You would be right."

"You son of a-"

Sukuna clicks his tongue in annoyance, lifting up a hand to silence Yuuji. The only reason why he
does shut up is to hopefully get an explanation from the curse.

"I'm not going to lay down and let you sorcerers exorcise me. You've known this from the
beginning."
"What does Fushiguro have to do with this?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you!" Sukuna laughs shortly, crossing his arms across his chest to mimic
Yuuji. "But after that, we'll see. I certainly plan on keeping him around when things settle down."

"Why?"

Sukuna looks taken aback, for once, and Yuuji thinks he may not even know the reason. When he
looks away, unreadable and unanswering, Yuuji decides to pry some more. "Is it just a whim, or
are you actually attached to him?"

The curse groans, rolling his eyes."What's it to you? You're really annoying, you know. I'm a hair's
width away from kicking you out."

"You think I'm just gonna let you toy with him? Using my body? He's a person, Sukuna," he says
firmly, "He has feelings, and I won't let you hurt them. If you think you're gonna use my body
again, you're wrong."

"Good luck trying to-"

Sukuna cuts himself short, suddenly straightening up and looking through, rather than at, Yuuji. It's
like he's seen a ghost. But then he's hissing almost like a cat, looking like he's about to behead
someone, and Yuuji readies himself for a fight.

"What are you-"

" Enchain!"

Megumi's tired of feeling like shit. After spending the whole day rolling from one side of the bed to
the other, with his phone in hand, he's had enough. His googling about 'what to do when you like a
complete piece of shit' and other such adjectives all turned out the same, no matter how many pink
as fuck sites with pictures of men biting their lip and women with smudged makeup he accessed.
The suggestion was one and the same, basically, and he absolutely didn't need eight paragraphs per
site to know it:

If they don't respect you, leave their sorry ass.

Unfortunately, his problem lies somewhere else, and Google didn't have a solution for 'what to do
when your demon love interest just wants to use you for their evil plans'.

But at least he was able to accept that he would, indeed, watch Sukuna die, and that was final. He
wasn't about to turn his back on justice for some dicking down, especially from someone as vile as
the two-faced spectre.

(It hurts just thinking about all the moments they would never have, but he knows that would be
the case even if Sukuna lived.)

Itadori's probably worried about that, and about him in general. Megumi should tell him he's
feeling better, and that even though he's still not sure how to proceed, he agrees it's dangerous to let
Sukuna roam around and toy with him under Itadori's radar. Looking at the clock on his phone, he
sees classes should already be over and his friend's probably going for a snack.

He sits up on the bed, wondering whether he should go to the dining room to find Itadori there or
wait for him as it is, until he hears a foreboding sound.

Loud, echoing steps.

Gojo's coming.

If he compared Itadori's yawning to the trumpet signaling the apocalypse, then these steps are the
siren from Silent Hill, and he's about to be thrown into a world of pain and despair.

He keeps listening, heart ramming against his ribcage while he hopes with all his might that any
deity that may or may not exist will help him and make Gojo keep walking.
Step, step, he's almost there, step-

The door opens, and a non-smiling, no-nonsense Satoru Gojo walks in, closing the door with his
back and leaning against it before slowly removing his eye mask and staring silently at a cornered
Megumi.

He's absolutelly, royally, thoroughly pissed, and Megumi can count on the fingers of one hand just
how often he's seen the man like this.

The silence extends for what feels like an eternity, and Gojo never takes his unnaturally blue eyes
away from him.

"So," he begjns, after a long while, "Are you gonna tell me exactly what's going on, or do we have
to go through the whole samba again?"

"Nothing's going on," he tries, hoping Gojo's too tired to pursue answers, but knowing there's no
way he escapes unscathed this time around.

"That so?"

When Megumi doesn't reply, Gojo finally removes himself from the door, and begins to very
slowly walk towards the bed.

"I'm starting to think I'm a bad teacher," he says in a low voice, still approaching. "I was under the
impression you'd learned not to give curses any chance to fuck you up, but maybe I was wrong."

Megumi gulps. Gojo pointedly looks at his neck, where the tips of the tattoos coming from his
nape are showing, and he instinctively grabs the collar of his button-up shirt to tug it up and cover
more of his skin. Bad, bad moment not to have his gakuran jacket on.

"Is he blackmailing you, Megumi?" Gojo continues, now finally right in front of the bed, where
Megumi sits paralyzed, "Or," he laughs humorlessly, "Maybe you're just into him?"

Megumi opens his mouth to defend himself, but he isn't given the chance - Gojo towers over him,
 one knee on the bed, and swiftly pries open Megumi's shirt, a couple buttons ripping off in the
process.

"Why are you allowing this? What," Gojo hisses, staring coldly at the tattoos on Megumi's chest
and abdomen, "In the fuckety fuck," he continues, blue eyes finally glancing at Megumi's own,
"Did he do to you, Megumi?!"

His heart leaps to his throat. He doesn't know how to react in a way that will convince Gojo that
everything's fine, that he doesn't need to worry nor intervene, that it's under control-

Then CRASH, his door flies open, splintering wood against the wall, while Sukuna stands in the
doorway looking like a furious beast, with his four red eyes shining and glaring sharply at Gojo,
who chuckles maniacally above him. Megumi chokes on the heavy air, his skin tingles with unseen
electricity, and the curse's crimson gaze slowly moves towards him.

"Suku-"

Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

"Let's make a binding vow."

 Offbrand Sensei
Chapter Notes

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happy I am with your support :'D

On a side note, I really feel like exploring different relationships once this story's over.
Gojo x Megumi first. How about that? :V

(should that have been an end note?? I dunno LMAO)

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"Suku-"

Sukuna lifts up a hand at Megumi, to silence him, and the sorcerer immediately snaps his mouth
shut. The curse looks too volatile, too dangerous; patience hanging by a thin, fragile thread.

"Take your hands off of him, Six Eyes. Now. "

"Or what?" Gojo provokes, chuckling, "You can't attack me, can you? You're gonna hurt your
precious pet if you do!"

The curse growls, but Gojo isn't done yet, sliding an arm behind Megumi's back to pull him into a
half-embrace, and presses their cheeks together with a grin. "Wait, did I say your pet? My mistake,"
he continues to taunt, laughing, "You see, I bought Megumi when he was just a kid!"

Gojo slants his eyes, smirking like a fox.

"He's mine ."

The next thing Megumi sees is a flash of red and he's coming face to face with death ; Sukuna's
cursed energy spikes outwards densely and consumes the oxygen around them like fire. This
shapeless crimson fury lunges for them and Megumi crosses his arms in front of his chest out of
reflex.
He feels the world spinning, the deafening sound of glass shattering and, within the blink of an eye,
he's outside his bedroom, by the treeline, facing Sukuna's chest as the curse cradles him tightly.

Megumi tries to push himself away but Sukuna only holds him tighter, his anger palpable as his
energy seeps from his body uncontrollably, dangerously, and there's no way in hell the whole
fucking Tokyo isn't aware that he's loose.

"Oi, Sukuna!" Megumi calls, to no avail. Looking back at his room, Gojo's slowly approaching
with his hands in his pockets, crunching the glass shards under his feet and smiling. Megumi turns
his attention back to Sukuna, burning so hot with anger his breath comes out in puffs, while his
four eyes glare daggers at Gojo. "Sukuna!" he tries again.

He taps the curse's tense shoulder rapidly, then slaps it, punches it, while glancing back and forth
at the ever approaching Gojo, and calling, calling and pleading for Sukuna to stop. Sukuna doesn't
respond to any of the desperate assaults to his shoulder neither to his voice, and if he wasn't
clutching ever tighter to Megumi, he would think he'd forgotten the sorcerer's even there.

"What are you doing, holding my Megumi like that?" Gojo provokes again.

Sukuna snaps. He fucking snaps, and Megumi feels every fiber of the curse's being rapturing into
hot fury, growling, snarling; the curse releases Megumi's back to join his fingers together into a
hand symbol, cursed energy beginning to condense around them.

"Domain-"

Megumi kisses him. Trembling, desperate, cold fingers on a warm tattooed face.

Time feels like it's stopping. Sukuna's cursed energy ceases to flow so abruptly it feels like it
damages the space-time around them. Megumi slowly pulls away, eyes pleading and glued to
Sukuna's own widened ones. "Don't," he whispers softly, out of breath, painful.

The energy around them dissipates like smoke particles, and Sukuna's muscles visibly relax,
though his breathing is still irregular. Behind them, Gojo steps on yet another glass shard - Megumi
feels like it's just to grab their attention - and stops. Sukuna wraps his arms around Megumi again
as he looks towards the teacher.
"If you don't want the higher ups to execute Megumi because they think you're in cahoots," Gojo
begins, now serious, "You're gonna remove these markings."

Sukuna doesn't respond, nor does he change his stoic expression. Two, three tense seconds go by.
His eyes slide closed. The tattoos on his face slowly fade out, and Megumi finds himself being
held by Itadori again, looking at him confusedly. "The fuck?" he asks.

Megumi loses his air as Gojo picks him up and throws him over his shoulder carelessly, like a
potato sack. "Play along," he tells Itadori, before blinking back to where he was.

"What," comes a deep voice from within the treeline, as Principal Yaga steps out from the
shadows, "Happened here? Satoru." He clicks his tongue. "I have a lot of very upset sorcerers
wondering why Sukuna was wreaking havoc."

Gojo grins. "My bad! I asked Yuuji to bring out Sukuna 'coz I wanted to try a new type of training
with little Megumi here," he slaps Megumi's back, the sorcerer still strewn over his shoulder
uncomfortably, "In a controlled environment, of course! But I didn't explain things thoroughly and
Yuuji thought he was supposed to let Sukuna out right then and there!" he lies easily, laughing.

Yaga is unamused. He takes a long glance at Itadori, who smiles sheepishly and shrugs. "Sorry,"
he mumbles.

The Principal twists his lips around, fists clenching and unclenching as he brings his gaze back to
Gojo. There's a protuberant, angry vein on his forehead. He looks like a walking aneurysm.

"I'll be expecting you in my office, Satoru. Don't expect it to be pretty," Yaga states heavily, to
which Gojo nods happily like he's not about to get the earful of his life - that is, if Yaga even
believed his story. The principal slowly leaves the way he came from, and Gojo only puts Megumi
down when he's out of earshot.

"Why?" Megumi asks first thing, while Gojo puts on his eye mask and Itadori approaches.

"If I told him the truth, well," Gojo sighs, " Best case scenario, if all the old men were in a very
good mood, you'd be sent to Kyoto never to see any of us again."
"I'm so sorry," Itadori apologizes dejectedly, "I couldn't keep him in. I don't know what happened."

"Don't beat yourself over it, that was supposed to happen. And it's really my fault, since I'm the one
who provoked him. Looks like Megumi really is important to him, hm?"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Megumi asks, already knowing the answer and holding
back from punching in Gojo's two rows of perfectly white teeth and making flour out of them.

"Of course!"

"You-"

"Now now, don't be angry at your sensei! I was thinking of accidentally ripping your shirt at first-"

"You can't plan an accident!"

"-but then I was like, well, Sukuna isn't gonna show up if I just make Megumi embarrassed, right?
But if I make him really upset…" he grins. "It worked like a charm, right? As expected of Satoru
Gojo!"

"As expected of a fucking psychopath! What if I'd died?!"

"With me around?" Gojo scoffs, not dignifying Megumi with an answer to his question. One of the
loose buttons on Megumi's ruined shirt falls noisily on top of a glass shard "Fine, maybe I overdid
it. If it makes you happy, I did buy you a new shirt before I came, and I'm like, seventy-three
percent sure it's the right size."

"Wow," Itadori begins from the side, "Are you a pervert magnet or something, Fushiguro?"

Gojo gasps, holding both hands up. "Oi, oi, I'm not a pervert, I was just- Huh. You know what," he
stops himself, straightening his back. "Can we talk in private for a sec, Megumi?"

"No."
"Aww, come on! I promise I won't rip any of your remaining clothes."

"You damn better not, you offbrand Kakashi!"

Gojo pouts, pretending he was hurt, before turning to Itadori. "Yuuji, you can trust sensei! Can you
wait for us, like, ten feet away?"

It's Itadori's turn to pout, groaning, but he dejectedly does as he's told, walking about ten feet then
turning around.

"You know what, make it thirty."

Itadori groans louder and walks the remaining distance, crouching to poke at the ground with a
stick, wearing the face of a kid that just got their lunch money stolen. Megumi glares at Gojo.

"So, why the hell was it so important to ruin my shirt?"

"I was threatening your innocence." Megumi opens his mouth to complain, but Gojo lifts a finger
to shush him. "Respectfully," he adds, "To make Sukuna worried and jealous."

That was respectful?

Gojo's probably so advanced as a human that his logic is unfathomable to anyone but him.

"Why'd you have to go through all this trouble?"

"Meh, there's a tiny little reason, or two, or three. First," he lifts one finger, "You're involving
yourself with the most infamous curse to have ever walked the Earth, and refusing to talk to me
about it. Second," he lifts up another finger, "I don't know where Sukuna's intentions lie and if he
even gives a shit about you. Third," he adds another finger, "You deserved a scare for making me
worry."
Megumi sighs, knowing Gojo is right, but not admitting it out loud. "And what was the result of
this mind blowing plan of yours?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he points at Megumi's chest-

His pale, tattoo-less chest.

"He came for you," Gojo adds, "He came to save you."

Megumi looks away, traitorous cheeks burning as his eyes find Itadori to try and distract himself
from his potential self combustion. Yuuji's now using the stick to poke a plant with a butterfly on
it, to startle it into flying, and gives the happiest smile when it lands on his nose.

He briefly wonders if Sukuna would look just as cute toying with a butterfly, but the mental image
is so bizarre it makes his stomach twist around itself.

Good. He's not blushing anymore.

"Well, Sukuna did leave you with- You know what, I'll let you find out by yourself. So," Gojo
continues, "When were you gonna tell me about your crush on mister 'getcha hands off my man,
Six Eyes! ' hm?"

"It's not a crush!"

"Then what is it?"

He doesn't answer, falling back to his habit of keeping things to himself. It was awkward enough
telling what he felt to Itadori, Gojo is something else entirely.

"A-ah," Gojo singsongs, "Birds of a feather flock together, am I right?" He sighs deeply,
uncommonly tired. "I had to kill the man I loved, too. Does it run in the family, falling for jerks?
Haha!"
Megumi opens his mouth to deny it, but it doesn't feel fair - Gojo's opening up, enough of a rare
occasion as it is, but he's also calling Megumi family.

"...was it hard?"

"The hardest thing I've ever had to do."

He's still smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes, and it's evident even with them hidden. It actually
hurts a little to see him smile like that. Megumi averts his gaze.

"What should I do?"

"Hoho! Asking for love advice? I feel like a big daddy!"

"Please don't say that ever again."

Gojo finally smiles like himself again. "If you think you can forget about him, then do that. It's
really the best option. If you feel like you can't, well," he shrugs, "You're still young, you know.
It's okay to try out weird stuff, and commit mistakes. When it inevitably goes wrong and you fall
flat on your face 'coz you decided to court Ryomen fucking Sukuna-" Megumi groans, and Gojo
lovingly strokes his head. "I'll be here for you, little Megumi."

He wants to smile, but he doesn't want to give Gojo that kind of satisfaction, so he holds it back,
uncaring that he probably looks like he sucked a lemon.

"Thanks."

Megumi carefully steps around the broken glass, cursing under his breath that he's not wearing
shoes, as he tries to go inside his bedroom to check what's left of it. Itadori follows silently behind.

"This looks worse than I thought," Megumi comments, looking at the scratched walls, floor and
ceiling, the splintered wood on the ground, ripped sheets and mattress - did Sukuna seriously do
this within a few seconds, and only with his cursed energy? He really is monstrous. It must have
been difficult to hold back and avoid injuring him.

"So, uh," Itadori gulps, "Save for your room looking like a tiger played tic tac toe on the walls, is
everything okay?"

Megumi nods. "Yeah, I guess. This was probably for the best."

(He wouldn't have talked to Gojo otherwise.)

"Ah… you're probably right. He even removed the tattoos, huh?"

...he doesn't agree that's a good thing, though. It's just Megumi's lovesick mind talking, but these
markings felt like a connection between him and Sukuna, and now he feels kind of… barren. Not
fully; maybe there's some cursed energy that hasn't dissipated yet, but it feels like something's
missing. Like he's not complete.

That's obviously not where Itadori's worry lies, though.

Megumi sighs, crossing his arms, and turns around to face his downcrest friend. "Stop blaming
yourself. Gojo-sensei pissed off Sukuna on purpose. I think he ended up angrier than anyone
expected him to, though, so it's really no surprise you couldn't hold him back."

"But I should have."

"You think you could have gone against the Satoru Gojo's little scheme?"

"...okay, you're right."

Itadori finally begins looking more like himself, relieved, and kicking some debris with the tip of
his shoes. Megumi purses his lips. "Is he… y'know... okay?"

His friend looks confused for a second, before giggling. "You're worried!"
"Shut up," Megumi grimaces, turning around before his face adopts red as its new base color.

"Well, I'm sorry to say, but I don't know how he's doing."

Megumi spins back around faster than a Beyblade, and with the brain whiplash to match. "Excuse
me, what?"

"He won't talk to me. I tried to contact him when I was waiting for you two to finish talking, but
he's ignoring me."

"He's not asleep?"

"No. Just silent."

Augh, he must be mad at Gojo. His pride is probably injured, too, but who the hell really knows
what he's thinking? Or maybe- Maybe Gojo's plan was spot-on and Sukuna's jealous.

Ha. Ryomen Sukuna, the most fearsome curse to have ever existed, jealous of Megumi.

"Dude, you've got the creepiest smile going on right now."

He promptly flings a shoe at Itadori's forehead.

Why?

Sukuna stares at the endless black sky of his Innate Domain and wonders.

Why did he go so far for that child?

He lost control. He was about to break the Binding Vow he'd made with Itadori by injuring Satoru
Gojo; hopefully killing him. He risked his own life, the one thing he cares the most, for a human,
and it wasn't even a life or death situation.

The worst part is, he doesn't even regret it.

It sucks. He's disquiet, jealous , morose. He hates that he has to leave Megumi with that sly fox,
hates that he has to stay away, when all he wants is to cage his Megumi between his arms and keep
him there indefinitely.

' I bought Megumi when he was just a kid!'

Was he telling the truth? If so, what the hell had happened for someone like Megumi to be sold?
And to someone that isn't Sukuna, damn it.

He really knows nothing about that child, yet he's never felt such jealousy. He doesn't want to
share. Megumi's supposed to be his, and his only.

' He's mine.'

...It hurts.

By nighttime, Sukuna hasn't yet talked to him, and neither showed up to mess with Fushiguro, even
though he had plenty of chances. They chilled together, were scolded by Yaga together, and even
went out together to grab a snack (which was Fushiguro's idea, and he really thinks it was just to
lure Sukuna out and ask if he's okay).

Yuuji went as far as walking Fushiguro to his temporary room, as his actual one would undergo
repairs (paid by Gojo, as Yaga made sure to let them know). The two stood on the doorway like
two complete idiots waiting for Sukuna to show up and be a creep, but there was… nothing.
Invading his Innate Domain didn't work either, like the curse was keeping the metaphorical door
tightly shut and locked.
Hell, even Yuuji's getting worried at this point. Did the old man finally snap? Was he planning
revenge or something?

Tired of the full day he's had, and with his eyelids heavy, he lays in bed and closes his eyes, ready
to at least try to sleep.

Of course, the next thing he feels is Sukuna's Kool-Aid soaking into his clothes and skin.

Yuuji opens his eyes to see the one and only, staring at him from behind his head, upside down
from where he's laying on the floor.

"Is your hissing fit over?" Yuuji asks, unamused, while he stands up. "Fushiguro was worried.
Don't do this again."

Sukuna frowns and purses his lips. It's somewhat of a conflicted expression. Yuuji bets he's half
pissed because he was just given an 'order', and half proud or something equally weird for having
Fushiguro worried over him.

...he couldn't have been happy about it, could he?

Well, Sukuna's difficut to read normally, and when he's especially silent like this, it's even worse.
He looks like he's thinking carefully about what to say, looking at different spots on the red sea of
his Domain, then sighs heavily.

"Let's make a Binding Vow."

His voice is unusually quiet. It gives Yuuji the chills.

"What kind of vow?"

"I don't really care. I just need you to lend me your body."
Yuuji continues to stare. Sukuna's gaze doesn't sway from his, either, but his eyes are unreadable.
"You can't be serious," Yuuji finally lets out. "What do you need my body for?"

"I want to," he looks away, "Spend some time with Megumi."

Yuuji bricks up like a failed modded console.

Eventually, his brain tilts back into place, and he realizes Sukuna hasn't moved a muscle as he
waits for a reply. He also hasn't mistreated Yuuji yet, or been dry and sarcastic.

So, he's… pretty serious, isn't he?

Yuuji opens his mouth to say 'no way' anyway, but he spots the black lines on Sukuna's crossed
arms, and it reminds him of Fushiguro.

It reminds him of how, when he got back in control of his body earlier that day, he had been
holding his friend so tightly, so desperately, that it felt like Sukuna was afraid of losing him. It
didn't make a drop of sense, considering who it was, so maybe Yuuji was reading it all wrong,
but...

"Why?" he asks without ill intent, hoping Sukuna has an answer to provide this time.

The curse sighs, turning his back to Yuuji to pace around - and he does it like he's impatient, but
Yuuji's really getting 'I don't wanna look at your face while I say this' vibe.

"I'm very upset," he mumbles.

"...why?"

"I don't like how I lost control back there. I almost broke our-" He shakes his head. "No, no, never
mind. Let's just say, hm, I don't want that sly fox Six Eyes to win."

Huh. Suspish.
But, to… win? Win what? He doesn't- He can't possibly mean Fushiguro, right?!

"Uh, I think you got it all wrong."

"I don't care," Sukuna affirms, still pacing and looking away, "That man said something
interesting. It made me realize I really know nothing about Megumi. How," he continues, finally
turning back around, "Can I call him mine , if I know nothing about him?"

"Aaand you wanna know."

"That's right."

"You don't have to think up excuses, you know," Yuuji sighs. "Just say you like him."

That you like-like him, Yuuji thinks, like a five year-old.

"Nyeh," Sukuna mumbles, sounding like a decrepit cat in its last meow, and grimaces, "That
sounds childish. Now can we make the damn vow or do I have to further humiliate myself?"

Of course the only reason why he'd open up is to gain something from it.

"I would like that, yeah." Sukuna scowls in response. "Okay, fine. I'll cut you some slack since
you're being kinda honest for once, but just know there's gonna be so many restrictions for you,
you're gonna be more harmless than a Metapod. I don't trust you and I never will."

"I don't know what a Metapod is, but go ahead. I'll accept anything."

'Anything for Megumi' is what it feels like he's leaving unsaid.

"So what is it that you want in exchange, Itadori?"

Megumi's head half emerges from the warm water of the tub and he makes bubbles with his mouth,
staring at the water absentmindedly.

He misses the tattoos.

He prefers showers over baths (unless it's an actual onsen) but, this time, he chose the latter to see if
he can warm up a little. He feels cold now that Sukuna's markings are gone, and he knows it's more
psychological than anything else, but he's still very fucking upset that they're gone, thank you very
much.

There was no time to admire them. No time to trace the ink with his fingers and stare at them like a
lovesick teenage girl with a secret photo of her crush. There wasn't even time to say goodbye - he
hadn't noticed they were gone until Gojo pointed it out.

He knows it's for the best, but he wants to be selfish sometimes. Thinks he deserves the occasional
'treat' to himself, because being a jujutsu sorcerer is such a shitshow.

The treat he wants, well, he wants these fucking tattoos on his skin again, damn it.

He sighs. He wants a kiss too. Or maybe two. His tongue still feels like it's burning, like Sukuna's
touch lingers there, like-

Like the tattoo-

Megumi stands up like a flash, almost tripping on the edge of the tub, and runs stark naked through
the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. He keeps his mouth closed at first, afraid he'll break
the happy spell he's cast on himself, and tries to calm down by staring at his reflection. He breathes
slowly - one, two, one, two - and licks his lips in anticipation.

He opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue, and-

It's- It's there. It's there !

Megumi laughs quietly to himself, now more sure than ever that he's becoming a madman, and
admires the discreet mark on his tongue as he moves his wet bangs away from his face.

Now that 's what real relief looks like.

When he's back at his temporary room, in comfortable saggy pajamas, he feels much better than he
did all day. He's content.

Sukuna tried to keep him to the very end, is what repeats on his mind like a broken disc while he
sits on the bed and inattentively plays with the puffy ears on his panda socks.

...he feels like a little girl.

When he's about to feel angry about that, there's a double knock on the door. Sighing, he stands up
and stretches his arms above his head while walking towards it. He opens the door with a
complaint ready on his tongue, after all, he was in the mood to be a lovesick little bitch, but any
and all sounds he may have produced die on his throat when he sees it's the very object of his
affection standing there.

What the fuck is it with Sukuna's awful (-ly good?) timing to show on his doorstep?!

Megumi wonders whether he should be worried that the curse was let loose yet again, but he did
knock on the door rather than breaking it open, and he doesn't seem threatening. The sorcerer
decides to give him the benefit of the doubt - he's allowed to commit a mistake or two, or a
thousand, like Gojo had said.

(He's decidedly not abusing Gojo's words to justify his inability to stay away from danger.)

"Are you busy?" the curse asks unusually quietly. The sorcerer frowns softly.

"...it depends. What do you want?"

Sukuna looks away, actually looking a little innocent with Itadori's oversized yellow hoodie
framing his sturdy silhouette.

Megumi has the sudden urge to see Sukuna wearing pajamas, but pushes the thought back in favor
of watching how the curse's eyes slowly travel back to his, almost hesitantly, which would be cute
if he wasn't scowling and looking annoyed.

"I-" He clicks his tongue. "I want to Netflix and chill."

...what in the-

"I beg your pardon?"

Sukuna snarls. "Itadori had me say this. I have no idea what a Netflix is or what it has to do with
chilling, but I'm sure it's something humiliating. There, brat," he calls to himself, "You better be
satisfied!" He clicks his tongue. "The things I do for you, Megumi."

"What-" He frowns for real now, shaking his head as if it would help organize his thoughts, "What
things? What's going on?"

"We made a Binding Vow," Sukuna explains, lifting a hand to twirl a strand of Megumi's hair
between his fingers, "So I can stay with you, my Megumi."

"I don't… think I get it."

He does. He does get it, but he really wants to hear it from Sukuna's mouth. The curse seems to
know what's going through his mind, because Sukuna gives him the cutest lopsided smile he's ever
seen anyone wear, and he didn't think he'd ever refer to anything the curse ever did as cute, but
here they are, and fuck, his brain just turned into jelly and slid through his ears, there it goes,
whoop !

"I have one hour to control Itadori's body," he explains, "And I want to spend every second of it
with you."
Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

Sukuna is the spitting image of a wet stray cat.

 Cats and Dogs
Chapter Notes

My dudes and dudettes, YOU'RE ENDING ME. The hits/kudos counter keep going up
and I'm like ??????? AND THE COMMENTS, I CAN'T EVEN. I had so much fun.
I'm gonna get wrinkles on my laugh lines, and it's your fault!

As for the GoFushi I mentioned I felt like writing: wow! A lot of you liked the idea.
I'm definitely going for it. :D I won't say much yet, but the theme is gonna be
'unrequited love' (but it's gonna be fun!), and I'll try to post the first chapter at the
same time as the last chapter of Black Ink.

(BTW, we're almost there. ///sad noises)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Megumi licks his lips in anticipation, heart throbbing. Should he- Should he just go along with it?
It's gonna be safe, right? If he really made a Binding Vow with Itadori, that is. Would he lie about
this just to score some ass? But he didn’t go through this kind of trouble before, so why would he?

Goddammit. He feels like his skull is a stove and his brain is deep frying. There's probably smoke
coming out of his ears, too.

Meanwhile, the curse pushes the door slightly further open, and rests his shoulder against the
doorframe, fingers reaching to pull down the zipper on his hoodie. Megumi watches, with his
mouth watering, as the sun-kissed skin is slowly revealed - black lines curling over defined
collarbones, sliding down to his toned chest, and Sukuna doesn't stop there - he brings the zipper
all the way down to his navel, allowing Megumi to hungrily watch the lines tracing his abs.

Megumi really fucking hates this man.

He licks his lips to collect any drool that may or may not have escaped his lips - is he a pervert? He
thinks he's a pervert - and crosses his arms.

"Bring out Itadori."

Sukuna clicks his tongue in a very annoyed manner, grimacing almost like a delinquent that was
denied lunch money from the kid they're bullying. "You can't be serious."
"And you can't possibly expect me to let you lounge in my room just like this. Bring out Itadori."

Groaning, Sukuna complies. The tattoos fade away and Itadori blinks a few times, then scowls. "I
totally warned him!"

"What did you warn him about, Itadori? Why did he show up on my door saying shit about a
binding vow?" he growls.

"Woah, you look very…" Yuuji smiles nervously. "Irritated. Not that that's uncommon, haha. I
mean, you're usually… uh, nevermind. Bad day?"

"You have five seconds to answer before I kick your ass all the way to next Wednesday."

Itadori raises both arms in defeat. "Fine! He's just- I mean-” He sighs, crossing his arms across his
chest and finally looking serious. "We made a binding vow 'coz he wanted me to lend my body for
a while. To spend time with you."

Huh. So he really wasn't lying. Still:

"You thought that was a good idea?!"

"Absolutely not!"

Megumi grits his teeth, twisting his pursed lips around in exasperation. "Then why," he fumes,
"Are we having this conversation?"

"'Coz you're in love with him, dumbass!"

"You didn't just call me a dumbass."

"I totally did."

Megumi tries to convey his anger through his eyes, but Itadori’s either immune to the look or
doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

" Fine. What were the terms?"

"He can't use his cursed energy, he can't injure or kill anyone, he has to respect any of your
decisions, he can't make a convo with other cursed spirits to conquer the world, he can't pick
fights, he has an extra five minutes to brush his teeth and take a shower before handing me my
body back, and," he grins, "He had to tell you he wants to Netflix and Chill."

"...so you turned him into a vegetable."

"Into a Metapod," Itadori corrects.

Megumi frowns, shaking his head. "What?"

"He can use Harden and String Shot," he giggles manically, wiping a tear from his eye. Megumi
deadpans.

"You're aware," he sighs, "He's using your body for that, right? You don't care?"

"Honestly? Nah. And it’s gonna make you happy while I’ll be resting, which I kinda need to, so
everybody wins."

Cursing under his breath, Megumi runs a hand over his face. Why does he always end up in this
kind of predicament? He just knows Sukuna's gonna try and have his way with him within five
minutes of being let out.

...which... which wouldn't be, like, super bad. Just maybe a little bad. If things get too dangerous,
he'll just tell the curse to fuck off. It should work, since Sukuna's supposed to listen to him. The
whole Binding Vow thing may really work in his favor.
"Fine," Megumi relents, "You can bring him out."

Itadori blinks an eye at him, wiggling his eyebrows, before Sukuna's tattoos fade into his skin, and
the curse rolls his shoulder as if to stretch it.

"Satisfied?" Sukuna asks, with an annoying victorious smile that screams 'I told you so'.

"Not yet," he says

And flips him the bird.

"There we go."

Finally happy he's able to counterattack somehow, Megumi turns around and steps out of the way,
hands now in his own pockets as he steps into the room. Rather than being offended by the middle
finger, Sukuna laughs.

"Charming," he calls it. "So, the socks-"

"Shut up," he barks, wishing his face wasn't a traitorous blushing bitch, "They were a gift."

"From Six Eyes?"

"From Panda," Megumi affirms heavily.

"You really are cute, you know."

Megumi instinctively throws a punch at him. Instead of hitting Itadori in the face, like the other
day, his fist connects with Sukuna's hand; the curse uses the momentum to pull Megumi towards
him and holds him like he had back at the train, where his misery began. The sorcerer glares
harshly in response, but it doesn't seem to affect Sukuna (does it ever?).
"You're the cutest when you're angry," Sukuna whispers, bringing Megumi's hand toward his lips
and slowly kissing it - each knuckle, then each digit. He laughs softly between the pecks of his lips.
"So,” he chuckles, “Always."

He tries not to blush but, of course, controlling blood vessels is Kamo's thing, not his.

“I wonder what's making me angry,” he hisses between gritted teeth, pushing the curse away and
working on his still humid hair with his fingers. “In case you already forgot, earlier today you
destroyed my room, tried to expand your Domain to kill my teacher, and you ignored me and
Itadori even though I made sure to show how worried I was." Sukuna smiles and opens his mouth
to say something - definitely some kind of provocation - but Megumi shushes him by smashing
their lips together.

He pulls away and immediately hides his face on Sukuna's shoulder.

"Don't do that again," Megumi whispers. "You could have sped up your execution, you
knucklehead.”

Standing this close to Sukuna's body, practically glued together, he feels and hears the curse
gulping and his heart ramming against his ribcages.

"I'll consider it," he whispers in Megumi's ear, "If you kiss me again."

He doesn't have to say it twice. Megumi smashes their lips together, trembling fingers burying in
the fabric of Sukuna's top, while the curse pulls him just right by the back of the hair. A moan
escapes his parted lips, and Sukuna promptly takes advantage of that, sliding his tongue in to
thoroughly devour Megumi's mouth and lips, provoking with his teeth.

Blinking confusedly, it takes Megumi a moment to realize Sukuna's pulled away God knows how
long ago and is staring at him through dark-lidded eyes.

"Soon, my Megumi," he mutters against his lips. "But first, how about we go on a walk? I wanted
to chat a little, but with you so," he licks his lips, " Eager, I don't think I can hold back from
pouncing you if we’re in your room."

Hold on a diddly darn minute.

The Ryomen Sukuna. The one who purposely caused Megumi a dozen raging boners. Him. He
wants to chat rather than rearranging Megumi's insides? Well that's new, and unexpected, and
kinda scary too.

Megumi's confusion probably shows on his face, because Sukuna flashes him a little grin. "Don't
think I'm capable of being decent, do you?"

"You can't."

Sukuna actually fucking laughs to his face. "You're so honest. But you're not completely wrong. I
was going to watch you changing clothes."

"Pervert."

"Says the one with the boner poking me on the thigh."

Megumi scowls, face hot. "Fuck you, Sukuna," he says fearlessly, now aided by the Binding Vow.

"That's for after our date, my dear."

Date. Dear. D'uh. The pinball machine inside Megumi's skull malfunctions, every piece panic-
flipping while the ball of neurons rolls down the drain unimpeded.

"Megumi."

"Huh?"

"You're drooling."

The sorcerer pulls away from Sukuna, promptly wiping at his mouth - his dry mouth! He wasn't
drooling at all ! - before turning around to go to his wardrobe, mumbling small curses under his
breath.

Sukuna really does watch him intently. He kind of wants to put on a show, but he's afraid he's
gonna be clumsy and shame himself, so he sticks with pretending he doesn't even care that he's
being watched, and neither that he's going on a date (a date! With Sukuna!). He picks the red
sweater that's sitting right on top of everything else, and the first pair of jeans that enters his line of
sight, just to make sure he doesn't look like he wants to be well dressed to get Sukuna's attention.

Even though he decided not to make a show out of undressing, he was still clumsy. His arms got
stuck on the sleeves of his shirt, and he tripped over his pants even though he was staying still.
Sukuna watched every movement he made with the utmost fascination, which didn't make it any
easier to pretend Chernobyl: The Sequel wasn't happening inside his head.

When he's fully dressed and clad in shoes (and looking redder than the sun in the flag of Japan),
Megumi wordlessly walks towards the door. He doesn't ask Sukuna to follow him for two simple
reasons: the first is that he knows the curse will follow him very closely no matter what he says or
doesn't, and the second is that he's afraid his tongue will go kamikaze between his teeth.

He can't even remember another circumstance that made him this nervous before. He's been on
dates before, damn it (although they were, admittedly, few and far between), but then again, they
weren't with curses or anyone dangerous enough to kill the whole Tokyo in one night if they were
let loose from their tight leashes. The closest he ever got to that was a date with a delinquent from a
biker gang whose face he'd smashed on concrete and that changed the guy into a good samaritan or
something (and the only reason Megumi even bothered to go out with the guy was to ride his cool
bike).

...he does have a thing for older men with questionable morals, doesn't he?

"Why are you grimacing, Megumi?" Sukuna calls from his side as they walk down the corridor,
"I'm sure I don't smell bad."

Megumi discreetly takes a whiff because he knows for a fact Sukuna really doesn't. On the
contrary; he could bury his face on the curse's neck and smell him like a dog if that wouldn't
warrant a call to a psychiatrist, and if it wouldn't make his infatuation (more) obvious.

"You don't," he assures, "I was just thinking about… things."

Sukuna's perfume becomes suddenly stronger as he's pushed against the wall; the curse's forearm
holding his chest and tattooed face dangerously close. The ink crossing his nose scrunches up
when he snarls, reminding him of an angry kitten.

"Don't you dare think about anything but me tonight."

Heh. That's really what Sukuna is, he thinks. A temperamental feline, the kind that will push the
remote off the table to annoy its owner, but will let itself be held exclusively by them, clawing at
anyone else that comes close. A co-ownership, of sorts.

(In this instance, is Megumi Sukuna's owner?)

A grin must have spread over his lips without him noticing it, because Sukuna's annoyed
expression turns into one of curiosity. "I wish I could read your thoughts. I'm sure they're…
amusingly unusual."

"Are you calling me weird?"

"Well, I'm not saying that , but would a regular person really fall for me?"

"What makes you think I have?"

(Aside from every behavior of his.)

Sukuna smirks lopsidedly, eyes slanting just the slightest. Megumi holds his breath. "I don't think
you have," he whispers against the sorcerer's lips, "I know it."

Megumi gulps, heart beating so hard it reverberates on his bones. "Cocky, aren't you?"

How he was able to say any word with cock in it without stuttering or choking to death, only God
knows. Sukuna laughs quietly and pulls away, hands on his pockets as he resumes walking. "Let's
go, Megumi. Our one hour can only get shorter."
"Where do you want to go?" Megumi asks as he pries himself away from the wall and falls into
step beside Sukuna, who hums in response and takes a moment to think.

"This isn't the same Tokyo I know," he comments, "And we don't have the time to go far away,
so," he shrugs, "Anywhere's fine."

"That doesn't help much, you know."

"Keh. I'm here to be with you, not for sightseeing, Megumi. Where we go is unimportant to me, as
long as you're there," he points out very casually, like he's not giving a fucking Casanova speech
right there.

It doesn't make him feel at all like he's important, and it doesn't make it harder at all for him to act
like a human being, rather than a rusty machine with a philips screw stuck up its arse.

"Let's go to a dumpsite then," he manages to bark out. Sukuna snorts.

"What an odd choice for a romantic date."

"This isn't supposed to be romantic, I'm just humoring you as a favor for Itadori ‘coz he went
through the trouble of making a Vow with you," he lies as he opens the door to the outside, and is
met with a cold wind that feels more like a slap to the face. Looking up at the cloudy, starless sky,
it's easy to guess it's gonna rain soon. Hopefully it holds until after they're back.

"I think I hallucinated you kissing me and poking me with your hard dick then."

Megumi steps out gritting his teeth, blushing, and shoving his hands into his pockets. "If that's your
idea of romantic, then I'm sorry to say but you don't know romance."

(Says the guy who went out with a delinquent just to ride his bike.)

Sukuna hums, stepping out into the cold wind and approaching him way too closely for comfort,
sliding one hand into Megumi's pocket where his hand is warming up, to gently pull it out and
interlace their fingers, all while standing so close to Megumi's face their breaths mingle in a puff of
white vapor.

"Then teach me," he whispers, "I wouldn't mind being romantic with you."

Megumi scoffs, turning around to begin walking, but never taking his hand away from Sukuna, and
hoping painfully hard that the curse won't let go.

Against all odds, he really doesn't.

Instead, while keeping in pace with the sorcerer, he lifts up Megumi's hand and carefully turns the
pale limb around, silent and concentrated in what one could only call admiration. His fingertips
tickle against Megumi's skin, calloused, but warm and soft in pressure.

"Your hands are tiny, even though you have long fingers," he comments. "Very adorable."

Megumi ignores the adorable part and looks at their joined hands. They're roughly the same size,
and they're definitely not small by any means. It's just, regular men hands. He cocks an eyebrow at
Sukuna and hopes his silent question is understood.

"Oh," he laughs, "I mean compared to my original body. Once I get it back, you'll see why I keep
calling you little ."

Megumi does, really really does try not to think about the implications of their size difference, but
it's impossible not to - he does his best to distract himself with the thought of how good it must be
to be hugged by four big arms. And Sukuna could totally lift him up like a toddler and play
airplane with him if he wanted, or carry him around on his shoulders like a walking throne.

There. Erection thwarted.

"You're not getting your body back," Megumi assures, but he's admittedly disappointed because
he's never getting the four-armed hug.

"Hm, not a fan of monstrous men? Well," he sighs,"I'm sure I can satisfy you with this body; I'm
just saying we'd have more fun if we had sex using my giant-"
"Could you fucking not?"

"Alright, alright. I don't want you passing out from a nosebleed because you got turned on thinking
about my massive-"

"Shut up before I rip out your fucking tongue. I'm not even kidding."

(Also, too late, he's already turned on.)

Sukuna smiles triumphantly, and Megumi's sure his face is the reddest thing to have ever redded
in the history of red. He wouldn't be surprised if he was blushing all the way down to his toe. Who
he fuck thought he'd be spending his evening trying to prevent Sukuna from boasting about his
monster dong?

( Also also, just how big is it? He's kinda curious now.)

He's aware they don't have much time, so Megumi imagines it's a good idea to take him to the
commercial district close to the academy - it's not too late into the night, so the stores will still be
open and they can grab something to eat. Megumi's thinking Mc Donald's just for the sheer
absurdity of watching Sukuna eat a Happy Meal.

His self weather forecast was, concomitantly, spot on and ridiculously wrong, though, because it
does rain, but it certainly did not wait until they were back to the dorms. No, it rains cats and dogs,
all of a sudden too, soaking them within seconds.

Megumi pulls Sukuna by the hand and speeds up his pace, determined to get out of the freezing
rain as soon as possible, which he knows will take them at least a couple minutes even if they run.

Wet and cold and worried that Sukuna's gonna be angry about the whole thing, Megumi loses his
footing and his hand slides away from the curse's. He gets his balance back and sighs, (uselessly)
wiping away excess water from his eyes as he turns around to face his nemesis, but instead he
catches sight of two headlights coming on the road beside them, and a humongous puddle of water
just beside an unsuspecting Sukuna.

The next three seconds seem to be in slow motion, because his brain can't comprehend the concept
of the King of Curses, the almighty Ryomen Sukuna, having dirty road water splashed all over his
clothes. The lamppost right above them flickers briefly, with incredible dramatic timing.

The curse blinks at him in incredulity. He blinks back in a similar fashion, but for different reasons.

Sukuna is the spitting image of a wet stray cat.

Soaked to the bone, dirty, with his hair flat and sticking to his forehead, and a deep scowl.

Megumi grimaces. He walks towards the curse, biting his lower lip as he carefully takes the hood
from Sukuna's hoodie and drapes it over his pink head in an attempt to help.

It's a cat-ear hoodie.

Megumi bursts out laughing, raw and uncontrollable, having to hold his stomach to withhold all the
trembling. It hurts like a bitch and he tries to stop before he ends up angering Sukuna, but it's
impossible; it only gets worse. When he looks up, breathless and with his facial muscles aching,
he's surprised to see Sukuna smiling.

His laughter stops to be replaced by awe. It's a happy smile that's mirrored by his eyes, curved half
crimson moons. His skin shines under the light from the lamppost, and the raindrops seem to glow
as they fall around and over him.

It's the most beautiful thing Megumi's ever seen.

Sukuna quickly breaks the spell, though, by fake-coughing, like he's been caught doing something
he shouldn't and decided to pretend nothing ever happened. "Shall we go?" he tries.

Megumi nods, wordless, still trying to wrap his head around what he's just seen, and aware of each
and every hoop and loop his heart keeps doing inside his chest. He licks his lips, mouth feeling dry
even though the rain's still falling, and begins walking again with Sukuna following shortly behind.

(He fucking loves this man. He really fucking does, and now that he's seen that smile, there's no
going back.)

They do end up going to a Mc Donald's. Megumi orders for them both, and Sukuna watches with
wonder as he pays the bill with a, quote on quote, plastic rectangle currency. They sit down with
their food at a table closest to the windows, where the raindrops hitting the glass can mute any and
all weird questions Sukuna looks like he's dying to ask.

"Why did she give you back the currency?" he begins, poking at his still wrapped up sandwich
with scrunched up brows, like he's testing its consistency.

"You mean my bank card," Megumi explains, picking up a fry, "Money's usually stored in the bank
nowadays. Basically, we slide these cards into the machines, and they take the money directly
from our account."

"What kind of sorcery is that?"

"It's technology."

Sukuna nods with a frown, like he doesn't understand but prefers leaving the explanation as it is.
He stops poking at the burger to turn his attention to the fries, picking up one and eyeing it with
suspicion. "Is this safe to eat?"

"If you're not afraid of cholesterol," Megumi answers before eating one to prove it's not poisoned,
or whatever Sukuna thinks would make a harmless french fry inedible.

Sukuna must have been content with his answer, because he promptly pops one into his mouth.
Megumi watches with curiosity the subtle changes in the curse's expression as he scrutinizes the
golden stick, until he settles with one that says 'not so bad'.
He proceeds to examine the cup of Coca Cola, twisting the straw around. Like with the french
fries, Megumi takes a sip of his own drink to prove it's safe for consumption, and watches Sukuna
as he tries it himself. He chokes on the thing, covering his mouth with the back of his hand and
looking at Megumi like the sorcerer's forsaken him. "What am I drinking, Megumi? Why is it
black and why does it taste like death? It hurts my tongue. Why is a non-alcoholic drink hurting
my tongue? It's fuzzy. I hate it."

Megumi smiles so wide his cheeks ache, and a small laugh escapes him even though he tries to
think about non-cute things, like… like disease and pestilence. He forces his expression to turn
back to normal by biting his lip. "It's a carbonated drink," he clarifies, taking another sip of and
watching as Sukuna tries his own again. He doesn't make a face this time, but he also doesn't look
satisfied.

"Why does it feel like I'm drinking liquid sugar?"

"That's exactly what you're drinking."

Sukuna blinks at him, silent for a whole three seconds. "I will forbid this drink once Japan falls to
my feet."

"You're not conquering japan," Megumi affirms like they're talking about the weather, "And it's not
so bad you have to forbid it. It's just a drink." Sukuna opens his mouth to protest, but Megumi beats
him to it. "Try the burger."

"I don't trust this thing."

"Why not? It's a bun with meat in it."

"You just made me drink liquid sugar, Megumi."

The sorcerer snorts, taking a sip of said beverage. "Wait until you hear about double espresso,
triple chocolate frappuccinos."

Sukuna looks like he wants to ask, but in the end doesn't, choosing to unwrap his burger instead.
"A bun with meat in it," he repeats after Megumi. The sorcerer nods, and Sukuna proceeds to show
him the mess of cheese, ketchup, pickles and lettuce that he's holding, and cocking an eyebrow.

"Try it,” the sorcerer insists.

Sukuna sighs. "Modern cuisine is weird as fuck," he comments before taking a bite. Megumi stares
at him chewing with suspicion that slowly becomes awe, until he swallows. "Is it supposed to be
this good or am I just out of practice tasting food after a thousand years?"

"A little of both."

They fall into a comfortable silence, and Megumi eats while watching Sukuna in incredulity and
wonder.

He really did take the King of Curses to Mc Donald's.

And he's actually not so bad when he's not being evil. Megumi thinks about all the places he could
take Sukuna to learn about modern society, to try new foods, to experience technology, but…
would it make a difference?

Will he stop killing, if Megumi tries hard enough? If he loves hard enough?

"I thought I told you not to think about anything else," Sukuna mumbles. Megumi looks up from
the table to find the unamused curse drinking from the straw with a little pout.

"I wasn't. I was just-" He shakes his head. "Never mind."

"You look downcast." Sukuna reaches over the table, covering Megumi's hand with his own.
"Would a kiss make things better?"

Yes.

"Absolutely not."
"Just how long are you going to resist me?"

"Why do you ask?" His stomach suddenly feels heavy. "Getting tired of me already?"

"My sweet little Megumi," he begins, and the sorcerer can't decide if it's a mocking tone or not,
"I'm nigh immortal. If you refuse me for eighty years straight, or however long it is you plan on
living, that's your loss, not mine."

...so, like, he means he’d try for that long, right?

The heaviness in his stomach is substituted for butterflies, but he tries his best to hold them down,
because they're tickling and he doesn't want to smile and show how happy he is with that answer.
"You wouldn't seduce an eighty-year old," Megumi states instead.

"Why not? It'd still be you, right?"

"...you're not serious."

"Well, I probably wouldn't take you to bed, first 'coz you probably wouldn't even get an erection,
and second because the sex would give you a heart attack."

"Eighty years old, Sukuna," Megumi tries again, staring straight into the curse's eyes. Sukuna lifts
up an eyebrow, twirling the drink in his hand in what Megumi supposes is an attempt to kill the
carbonation.

"My point stands. And when you die, well," he takes a sip of the drink, "I'll just have to make sure
you turn into a curse.”

He has-

Sukuna has post mortem plans for him.

"You keep saying you know for a fact that I'm in love with you," Megumi begins, "But I'm starting
to think you're the one who really is."

Sukuna's taken aback, eyes widening just the slightest, and consequently, Megumi's taken aback
too. The curse then pretends nothing happened and resumes eating his food. Megumi does the
same.

Why did Sukuna make that kind of face? That 'huh?' look, like he hasn't thought about that before.
Is Megumi reading it wrong? Was that face just incredulity, like, 'you can't possibly think that's the
case, you absolute fucking moron' ?

"Tell me, Megumi," he begins, eyeing the fry he's currently smearing ketchup on, "About the
things you like."

Sukuna's definitely -

No, nono. He shoves the thought back into the hellish fire it came from, before he creates
expectations he knows aren't gonna be met.

"I guess… reading. Real crime stories are interesting. Maybe listening to music, too." Sukuna
continues to avoid looking at him, focusing on his meal instead. He purses his lips. "What about
you? Other than commiting genocide."

Sukuna finally cracks a small chuckle, looking at Megumi briefly before glancing back at his food.
"Eating," is his short answer.

"Huh?"

"I like eating."

"...what kind of hobby is that? Are you a gourmet or something?"

They end up delving into a conversation about the cuisine from a thousand years ago, and it's
mesmerizing, listening to Sukuna talk not like an expert, but rather an enthusiast, and almost like a
 historian. The subject changes multiple times while they finish their meal, and they head out into
the now thin rain to go back to the dorms, uncaring that they might freeze to their bones, since they
walk very closely together and Sukuna’s basically a walking radiator.

Megumi's heart melts with every smile thrown his way. They're hesitant and discreet, like Sukuna's
being careful about letting his guard down, but they're there all the same, unless he’s really lost his
mind and imagined the curls on the corner of the curse’s lips.

When they're back to Megumi's bedroom, the first to enter is the sorcerer, leaving the door open for
Sukuna to follow.He’s expecting something to happen; anticipation eating away at his nerves, and
he doesn’t dare look back. He hears the door closing behind him, before a pair of arms wrap
around his torso and the curse buries his nose on the crook of Megumi's neck.

The sorcerer rationally doesn't want to relent, but the warmth coming from Sukuna's body is
irresistible and he easily melts into the touch. Small kisses are placed up and down his neck and he
lets out a pleased sigh, earning a husky chuckle from Sukuna. "We don't have much time left," he
comments, fingers sneaking under the hem of Megumi's wet sweater to touch the cold skin of his
stomach. "But I did say I'd give you a treat the next time we saw each other, didn't I?"

He chuckles again, deep and breathy, sending shivers directly to Megumi’s groin.

“Be my dessert, Megumi.”

Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

"I made these for Itadori, but you can have some, too."
 Just Desserts
Chapter Notes

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See the end of the chapter for more notes

"Be my dessert, Megumi."

Megumi's not sure whether jet fuel can melt steel beams, but he knows Sukuna's words melted any
restraint he had left.

He moans in response to the plea, earning a hot chuckle on his ear, while Sukuna's fingers dance
around his abdomen, teasing at his hips and the hem of his pants. His teeth graze Megumi's neck,
tongue tickling and lips sucking to send shivers down his spine. He presses his hips back against
Sukuna's, feeling his hard-on with a proud satisfaction that makes him smile. The curse, in turn,
roughly shoves him against the wall to capture his lips hungrily.

Sukuna's tongue is dominant and ferocious; he steals Megumi's air to have him gasp before
nibbling and biting his lower lip. It's hard enough to breathe as it is, but then Sukuna lifts up his
legs and rolls their hips together, both of them rock hard, and the curse growls with pleasure against
his lips.

The sound alone almost sends him to the edge. Knowing Sukuna wants him like this is almost
unbearable, too much to handle yet still too little. What he wants is so much of Sukuna that there's
no space for anything else.

The curse pulls away from the kiss. His eyes are several shades darker, pupils blown wide, black
holes swallowing a crimson galaxy as he stares breathlessly into Megumi's own. The sorcerer's
desire must have been showing on his eyes, because Sukuna licks his lips and kneels on the
ground.
Ryomen Sukuna fucking kneels for him.

His fingers deftly work on the button of his pants, while he pulls down the zipper with his teeth,
looking up at Megumi with a playful smirk that can only be some form of undiscovered sexual
torture. The sorcerer bites the back of his finger, both to partially hide his face and to keep from
shamelessly moaning when Sukuna has barely done anything.

They have little time and Sukuna doesn't seem to forget that. He swiftly pulls down both Megumi's
pants and underwear, his erection bobbing up and down at being freed from its constraints.
Megumi can't decide whether to be embarrassed or proud that Sukuna's eyeing his dick like the
sight alone gives him pleasure, licking his lips like he's dying to taste it.

And taste it he does, playfully licking the tip like a lollipop while staring right into Megumi's eyes,
tattooed tongue then running all over the length, and breathing becomes so hard it physically hurts,
but he doesn't care, he just wants to fuck Sukuna's mouth and cum all over the tattoos on his face.

He grabs Sukuna's wet hair with his free hand to urge him to put it inside, and the curse accepts the
plea with a happy hum. Sukuna kisses the tip before sliding the whole length into his mouth, all the
way to the back of his throat, making Megumi curl his toes inside his shoes and release the hand
over his mouth to grab Sukuna's hair with it too as his body trembles.

Megumi tries not to buckle into the heat, gritting his teeth, sweat running down the nape of his
neck. Sukuna chuckles with his mouth full of cock, and the sorcerer immediately decides that's the
hottest thing he's ever seen and will ever see, but any thoughts leave his mind when the curse
actually begins moving.

He takes out almost the whole length before taking it all in again, and again, without hesitation,
tongue massaging the underside of Megumi's erection and hands sneaking up his thighs until they
land on his ass and begin kneading. The sorcerer moans, unable to hold the sounds back, and has to
restrain himself not to throw his head back; Sukuna teases his entrance with his fingertips that are
coated with what he guesses is excess saliva from the fellatio.

He slides one in, and Megumi doesn't fight it back, too preoccupied with not cumming right then
and there because Sukuna's just unfairly good with his mouth and has a ridiculously perfect
absence of a gag reflex. It actually makes him angry and a little jealous, because he just knows he'd
choke about halfway down Sukuna's cock, and that's with this normal human body.

Sukuna sucks harshly, fingering him with two digits and glaring, like he's daring Megumi to turn
his attention away again. The sorcerer lets a small, husky laugh escape, while his heart beats so
intensely he feels the reverberations all over his body.

This is fun. Sex with Sukuna is fun.

The curse growls to catch his attention again and slides a third finger inside, taking his cock all the
way to the base before sucking, and repeating, and speeding up, and harder, and harder-

Megumi finally does throws his head back, grabbing tight at Sukuna's hair while the curse
repeatedly fingers him in just the right place , again, and again, until all Megumi can do is buckle
his hips to augment the friction from both ends, fucking Sukuna's mouth without an ounce of
restraint. "I'm… so, close…!" he manages to breathe out. The curse keeps moaning around him,
eyes wet and cheeks red, and the thought and sight of him enjoying being roughly face-fucked is
what ultimately makes Megumi climax, muscles tensing up with the oncoming release. Sukuna
sucks him for a moment longer, the extra sensitivity of the member sending shivers and tickles
down Megumi's body and making him slide to the ground like goo.

"Thank you for the meal," he chuckles, licking his lips, and it just occurs to Megumi that he's
swallowed every drop. "Too bad we don't have time for a full course. I've made you so tender
inside, too."

Megumi immediately haywires, heating up so much in embarrassment he might as well vaporize

all the rain water from his body, but he still does his best to glare while holding back a pout.

"Keh heh! Was it too much?" the curse teases, brushing a heavy strand of wet hair from Megumi's
forehead. "Shall I carry you to the bed, my beautiful princess?"

He wants to tell Sukuna to fuck off, but he knows lacks the necessary strength to move, so he
decides to nod weakly and reluctantly. "But'm not your princess," he mumbles tiredly, if only to
make himself feel better about the whole thing. Sukuna grins and begins to undress him. He helps
however he can (which is not very well or very much).

Sukuna lifts him up in bridal style in what he bets is an attempt to piss off the sorcerer, but damn if
it doesn't feel comfortable against his warm body. He can't even imagine how cozy it would be
with four muscular arms and a chest the size of a soccer field.

How could Sukuna think he's not into monstrous men? He's so ridiculously whipped it's actually
sad.
He's placed gently on the bed, eyelids already heavy with sleep, but he still tries his best to keep
staring at Sukuna's handsome face. The curse watches him back, red eyes focusing solely on him.
Megumi likes that look.

"Alright," he mumbles sleepily.

Sukuna blinks at him cutely, like he doesn't understand what the fuck Megumi's talking about.

"You can get your body back," he continues, "But just for a little while. I'll kill you later."

Sukuna nods.

"After I fuck you."

"After you fuck me," he repeats after Sukuna. The curse smiles, laughing softly, and Megumi's
under the impression he's smiling too, because his cheeks are hurting, but he doesn't know shit
anymore - he doesn't even know if they were serious, or just joking around; either way, he lets out
a soft and short laugh. His eyes close one more time, and he falls asleep happy and satisfied.

He wakes up late the next day, sneezing, with a headache, and looking like the human version of
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apparently, it's not a good idea to shower in the rain and go to
sleep naked, and with your hair soaking wet, after spending all your energy cumming into a curse's
mouth. Duly noted.

When he hurriedly manages to reach the dining room, he has about five minutes to eat his
breakfast. He brings his food to the table where Itadori, Inumaki and Panda are. "Morning," he
says without an ounce of energy as he sits down, before wolfing down a sandwich he made in a
hurry.

"Oh, Fushiguro woke up late? That's rare," Panda comments. Inumaki nods, but makes a
preoccupied face.
"Tuna mayo?"

"I'm okay. Just caught a cold."

"Do you need someone to nurse you back to health?" comes Sukuna's voice from Itadori's cheek,
followed by a short laugh that a deaf person, from a distance, could tell is lewd.

The whole table is silent. All eyes are on Megumi, redder than a beet in a pool of scarlet dye,
mouth dumbly opening and closing. The three (four?) of them look like they won't stop staring at
him until he answers, so he forces out an insecure "...no?" like he's not even sure that's the right
answer.

(It's not. He wants nurse Sukuna to poke him with his needle and he's not even ashamed to admit
it.)

"...salmonnn..." Inumaki mumbles, with his cheeks dusted pink, as he facepalms away from the
embarrassing conversation.

"Uhm, Megumi, are you blushing or do you have a fever?" Panda asks, "'Coz, I mean, from here it
looks like-"

"Ah, he's definitely feverish, he's burning up , I can see it from here!" Itadori interrupts, standing
up, "And Sukuna's in a good mood today, right? Such a jokester!" He reaches for Megumi's wrist,
grabbing it and pulling him away. Megumi just barely grabs the rest of his sandwich before he's
hurriedly taken out of the room by an exasperated Itadori.

"What the fuck," he says breathlessly when they're outside, under the sun, and places his hands on
his hips, "What's it with you two? Do you want the whole academy to know you're dating?!"

"Yes." and "We're not dating!" are Sukuna's and Megumi's replies, respectively.

Megumi sighs. "Did you seriously not learn a thing after the whole ordeal with Gojo-sensei? And
we're definitely not dating!" he adds hurriedly.
"You're so tsundere, Fushiguro," Itadori comments, "But you're right. Sukuna, you gotta behave."

"I ain't taking orders from you, brat."

"Sukuna," Megumi calls unamused, "Behave."

The curse clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Fine! Fine. Fucking goody-two-shoes sorcerers, can't
have any fun in this shit," he mumbles, hissing the words between his teeth, before disappearing.

Itadori looks at him in wonder. "You have him wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

"I," Megumi pauses, looking at his half-eaten sandwich in thought, "I don't know what to say."

"Well, you could start by letting me know how it went, last night."

"Yeah, Megumi, tell us how it went last night!" Gojo says as he silently appears from behind him,
like a motherfucking ninja (adding yet another layer to the Kakashi Hatake conspiracy theory), and
slides an arm around his shoulder like he hasn't almost given Megumi a stroke with his sudden and
unwelcome appearance.

"...please get off," Megumi tries, but he apparently doesn't have the same power over Gojo than he
does over Sukuna.

"No, no, seriously, tell me! 'Coz, you know, the funniest thing happened to me," he giggles, "Ijichi-
kun was driving me downtown last night and I swore I'd seen you and Sukuna, so I was gonna say
hi but," he clicks his tongue, "There was this huge puddle on the ground, so I may or may not have
asked him to speed up and drive over it."

"...you've gotta be kidding me," Megumi breathes out.

Gojo's answer is a scarily wide grin. "So, how was it?" Megumi ignores him, eating his sandwich
instead. Gojo pouts. "Aw, c'mon! Yuuji! You should know some stuff, right? Let's gossip!"
"We're late for classes," Megumi interrupts.

"Eh, it's okay as long as the teacher doesn't notice!"

" You're the teacher!"

And that's a mistake he's never again committing, because it's how Megumi and Itadori were sent
to detention after classes (he wasn't even aware the jujutsu course had detention in the first place -
he wouldn't be surprised if Gojo came up with it just to spite him).

He thought they'd have a moment alone to talk about the date, but of course, Gojo's plan included
himself "supervising" the two. At least Megumi doesn't feel sick anymore, so he can at least try to
endure the torture he knows is about to ensue.

The teacher picks up a chair and noisily drags it to where the two are seated, turning it around so
he can sit and cross his arms over the back rest. "So, how was it?" he asks, like there hasn't been
several hours since the conversation was interrupted.

Megumi groans and looks out the window. "We went to Mc Donalds, and then we went back to the
dorms. That's how it went," he lies, except he's not technically lying. He just omitted what
happened when they arrived.

"What happened when you arrived?"

He's gonna fucking stab this man.

He probably looks like he wants to, because Gojo raises both arms like he gives up, and leans on
the chair again. "Okay, not gonna ask again. Not like I don't have an idea anyway."

And then he giggles like a sly idiot.

"I'm gonna fucking stab you."

"I think I'm starting to get why Sukuna's so smitten," Itadori comments with a lopsided grin.

"He's not- We're not-" Megumi sighs, shaking his head, "Can you stop treating this like a joke?
This is serious."

"Did you hear that, Yuuji?" Gojo fake-whispers, slapping Itadori's shoulder repeatedly, "He said
it's serious!"

"Why," Sukuna begins, mouth suddenly forming on Itadori's cheek, "Are you two bothering
Megumi?"

"Oh! Sukuna, great timing! I bet you're not gonna shy away from telling us how it went!" Gojo
says in a victorious tone, and Megumi agrees he won this time because there's no way Sukuna isn't
dying to prove to his archenemy 'Six Eyes the Scoundrel' that Megumi is his. And he appreciates
the thought behind the gesture, really, but he definitely doesn't need to open his fucking mouth to
talk about-

"We went to Mc Donald's."

Oh.

Megumi spies from in between his fingers to see Gojo pouting. "That's it? But- But like, how was
it?" he insists, "Was there nothing exciting?"

"Some idiot in a car splashed road water on me."

Both Megumi and Itadori snort, and try to pretend they didn't. Gojo is not amused.

"And here I thought you'd be kind enough to tell us what happened after you went back to the
dorms. Maybe," the teacher grins "You're shy?"

"Why would I want to talk about it if Megumi clearly doesn't? Go fly a kite, Satoru Gojo."
Gojo actually looks happy and satisfied with the answer, smiling fondly rather than giving a
teasing grin. "Okay, you're right. I won't pry anymore. We're just, you know, worried. We don't
know if you're treating Megumi right and all that jazz."

"You sorcerers keep thinking I'm some irrational animal! Tsk. I'll let you know, I was a gentleman.
Meanwhile, Megumi tried to kill me with carbonated sugar water."

Gojo turns his gaze to a blushing Megumi.

"He doesn't like Coca Cola," he explains, "And you gotta stop worrying so much. If Sukuna
mistreated me, I'd prickle under his nails with a needle."

"That's my Megumi," the curse praises. Gojo and Itadori grimace between themselves, whispering
something about them being a match made in heaven, only it's hell and everything's on fire, but
Sukuna interrupts them with a sigh. "Is that all? I don't feel like talking to you two. You're
annoying. Especially Six Eyes."

"Hey, I didn't even do anything!" Itadori protests.

"And I'm cute!" Gojo says, making a pose. It looks like he's sparkling but it's probably just a
hallucination.

Sukuna groans and disappears from Itadori's cheek, leaving the three of them to bicker between
themselves.

He can't sleep, and this time, it's not because he's had too much caffeine - it's because he's had too
much Sukuna (but at the same time, not enough. It's never enough). It's impossible not to think
about that hour they spent together, and it's not for a lack of trying.

He's not even hooked on the sexual part, which is at the same time surprising and expected,
however that contradiction works. Sometimes he seems to forget he's actually in love rather than
just attracted to Sukuna in a physical manner, and these thoughts come crashing down on him to
make him remember.
That smile. That fucking smile. It was so- Ugh- It was cute. Ryomen Sukuna can be cute. Who
knew? There's also when he talked about food, and about his time, and when he got annoyed, and
when they held hands, and-

And Megumi feels like he's made of fucking sugar. It's disgusting, and irritating, when all he's been
doing since getting back to his room is keeping himself from rolling on the bed and screaming into
his pillow because he can't handle his feelings towards the curse.

He's fucked. Thoroughly and utterly fucked, and he knows it. He's not gonna sleep, because he's
gonna keep thinking about him - every little curve and crease in his different facial expressions, his
charming smiles, his sexy voice, the warmth of his body-

He groans so loud it might as well be a scream.

Would it be too weird if he went up to Itadori and asked something along the lines of 'let me see
Sukuna or I'll fucking die'? They don't even need to have sex. Sukuna can probably change this
with a snap of his fingers, he's aware, but for now he'd just, he'd rather cuddle or some such shit.
He just wants Sukuna to be cute again.

How can he make Sukuna smile like that?

The curse smiled the biggest when Megumi was laughing, but he doesn't laugh often or easily. He
doesn't want to fake laugh and doesn't even think it would work. Other than that, he was acting
cute when he got annoyed with the soda, but if Megumi shows up with anything carbonated near
him, he's gonna think it's an assassination attempt. And then there was…

Food.

He's some kind of enthusiast, isn't he? Or just likes eating as a hobby, if that's even a thing. Maybe-
Maybe if Megumi cooks him something? But, damn, it's gotta be good to catch his attention, and
Megumi just… survives in the kitchen. He can cook, but it's not… great? It's edible. It's usually
kinda tasty but it looks like a raccoon digged through the garbage and threw food scraps together,
then seasoned it and called it a meal.

He could try to be more careful. He doesn't usually have the patience, or the will, to make his food
pretty, so it's possible it won't turn into a nuclear accident if he actually gives it a decent try. They
have a free day tomorrow, so it's ideal - he can go out in the morning to buy ingredients, and cook
later, when no one's watching.

The fuck would the King of Curses enjoy, though? Maybe something Sukuna's never tried before,
to catch him off guard?

Yeah, he can do that. It should be fine. But- But he can't look Sukuna in the face while the curse
eats his food. What if he grimaces? Oh, no. Megumi can't risk breaking his heart in real time. He'll
settle with a late thank you, and hopefully Sukuna will smile then.

Megumi checks his phone. It's just past two in the morning. Eh, when does it stop being late to
become early? Well, whatever. He's not sleepy anyway - time to do some research.

He did sleep, for like, three hours. He's actually pretty hyped up and surprisingly not sleepy at all,
so whoever said that eight to nine hours is the ideal was wrong. It could have something to do with
the fact that he's really excited to make something for Sukuna (and angry at the same time), but he
doesn't give it too much thought not to ruin his good mood, and skips on the caffeine to make sure
he's not gonna drop down dead in the kitchen.

In town, he hunts for the ingredients for the dishes he chose - lasagna, with tiramisu for dessert, as
they're not overly complicated to make, and because if there's one thing he's sure about Sukuna, it's
that he's never tried italian food (probably), so he's hardly gonna get it wrong, unless... Sukuna is
lactose intolerant.

Megumi isn't very knowledgeable with these culinary.. things , but he tries his best to buy quality
ingredients, and even buys extra just to make sure he's gonna have more in case he fucks things up.

It surprises him, but he's actually having fun with this.

He even puts on music while he's cooking, and makes sure he's being as thorough and precise as
possible, at the cost of time. He supposes no one's gonna use the kitchen today anyway, so he
really makes it his own, and doesn't hurry.

It's tiring, though. He makes a pause to eat, take a shower and put a Band-Aid over the finger he
cut while slicing tomatoes for the lasagna, and then risks drinking some coffee - but just a little bit,
and without sugar.
When everything's done and it's a reasonable time to eat, he prepares two lunchboxes, and two
dessert bowls he found the lid for, and sets out for Itadori's room.

He feels like a criminal smuggling drugs.

(It's probably realistic to think that, since he doesn't think Yaga would be elated to know he's
giving food to their resident apocalyptic curse.)

He knocks on the door. After the very first rap of his knuckle against the wood, he stops being
human and becomes a monkey with anxiety. He taps his foot on the ground as he waits for Itadori
to open, and when he does, Megumi promptly pushes the lunchboxes towards his chest.

"Uh, thanks for… what am I holding?"

"Food," Megumi replies, probably looking like a psychopath, one that's cold sweating and fidgety
and being chased by cops, "But I made too much. Is Sukuna around?"

"Here," the curse says, forming a grinning mouth on Itadori's cheek.

"I made these for Itadori, but you can have some, too."

The curse hums, one red eye underneath Itadori's gazing down at the lunchboxes. Megumi
swallows down in nervousness.

"Thanks again, Fushiguro!" Itadori beams, "Aren't you gonna eat with us?"

"No, got stuff to do," like for example, repeatedly banging his head against the wall because he's
too scared to know what Sukuna's gonna think of his food, even though the plan was to make him
act cute when eating it in the first place. He's happy he thought of changing plans beforehand, or
he'd have a seizure before they even smelled the food. "You go and dig in while it's still hot."

Megumi waves them goodbye and sets out for the kitchen again to eat his share, passing by his old
room on the way. He misses it, but at the same time, it's best if he's not too close to Sukuna. He's
not being very… levelheaded, as of lately. Megumi doesn't doubt he'd go for more nightly
escapades, and end up creating even bigger problems for Itadori.

In the kitchen, he barely has the time to grab himself a plate before the door bursts open, and he
turns around to see a scowling, so-red-he's-almost-purple Itadori. What- What happened? Did
Megumi put in too much spice? He's sure he didn't get it wrong.

"Sukuna ate everything!"

"...uh. What?"

"He tried to make me lend my body so he could eat, but he didn't wanna share-"

"Of course I didn't!" Sukuna interrupts, mouth scowling on Itadori's face.

"-so of course I said no , dammit, but then he took over anyway for like just a minute and when I
came back, he'd eaten everything!"

"...how did he eat two whole lunchboxes in a minute?" Megumi inquires, massaging his temples.
He did not foresee this development.

"He ate the dessert too!" Itadori barks, crossing his arms across his chest. Megumi stares at the
scowling duo, wordless, for a solid ten seconds.

"Sukuna," Megumi calls, "I thought I told you two to share."

"Like I care! I'm not sharing the food you made for me with this snot-nosed brat."

"You should have- Wait, what?" Megumi frowns, but his cheeks heat up almost instantly. "For you
? I never said that!"

"But it's true, isn't it?"

Megumi continues to frown, but doesn't correct him, looking at the floor instead. Of course he
wants to say yes, but it's gonna suck if Sukuna just wants to make fun of him for acting like a girl
(although Megumi wouldn't blame him, honestly; he'd make fun of himself if he was any more of a
lunatic than he currently is).

A warm hand settles on top of his own; Megumi's eyes widen. Sukuna brings the pale limb up to
eye level and kisses the finger Megumi placed the Band-Aid on, and smiles.

He smiles.

Megumi's heart jumps so far up his throat it pushes out his breath. He stutters, trying to say
something, but nothing comes out, so he just stupidly stares at Sukuna, who slowly closes the
distance between them and brushes their noses together teasingly.

"You're a really good cook," he murmurs, "But let's eat together next time."

Good. Together. Next time.

Megumi nods dumbly, still unable to form words, and Sukuna makes things even worse by leaning
to capture Megumi's lips while sliding an arm around his waist, pulling him close. His lips linger,
moving so slow they might as well not be moving at all, before he takes Megumi's lower lip
between his teeth and pulls gently. The sorcerer sighs against his mouth, eyes sliding closed and
hands moving up Sukuna's chest, then sneaking up his neck, until he's carding his fingers through
soft pink hair.

"I want to hate you, but you're making it really difficult," Megumi whispers against his lips.
Sukuna answers with a chuckle.

"Then don't hate me. Love me, Megumi." Sukuna brushes their lips together, red eyes intensely
gazing into Megumi's own, eyelashes batting lazily against his slightly flushed cheeks.

I already do, he says in his mind, but lacks the strength to put it into words. Instead, Megumi
initiates the next kiss, trembling fingers digging into the fabric covering Sukuna's shoulder. The
curse reciprocates the act, pushing him against the kitchen counter to devour his mouth for a few
quick seconds, before pulling away just as his tattoos fade out.
 Megumi continues to stand upright out of sheer power of will; trembling hands covering his
smiling mouth. He wants really bad to crouch and bury his face on his knees, and pull his hair out,
and scream, and take a watermelon and fucking throw it against the wall and then stomp over its
remains, is how ecstatic he is.

Double espresso, triple chocolate frappuccinos got nothing on Sukuna acting sweet. If he's just
pretending, well, dude deserves a fucking Oscar.

Itadori shakes his shoulders and Megumi finally snaps back into reality. With how worried his
friend seems to be, he must have spaced out for quite a while. "Are you okay? You look like a
tomato gave birth on your face."

Megumi slowly slides his hands off said tomato birthing ground. "Yeah, I'm- I'm okay."

Itadori finally releases his shoulders and, in turn, rubs his chin, apparently thinking, and grinning.
"You look really happy."

Trying to hold back another smile by biting his lip, Megumi nods. "Can you...you know. Lend him
your body again, some other day? I want… I mean…"

"Another date, I get it," Itadori replies with his grin even bigger, "If it's gonna make you this happy
again, sure. Now please tell me there's more lasagna!"

"Don't worry, there is."

(Sukuna then proceeded to eat what was left too. Megumi and Itadori ate delivery food that
evening.)

Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

[...] and he's willing to break Megumi's heart to achieve that goal.
 Selfish
Chapter Notes

MY DUDES AND DUDETTES. It was tough finding a good transition from last
chapter's poorly timed ending (I'm a moron), and it's been terribly busy IRL, which is
why I took so long to update. Also, this chapter's got some delicate shit going on, so
:'D I WILL GET to answering all the comments from the previous chapter (THERE
ARE SO MANY BTW YOU'RE ALL ANGELS), I just wanted to get rid of this one
before I modify it for the 1234125th time (I'm never gonna be satisfied with it), rather
than answering the comments and THEN posting it.

Small note 1: Added a tag for violence. Tried to keep it short, but curses will be
curses.

2: Updated the total number of chapters to 12. This is the 11th, sooooo... :D

3: WE HIT OVER 1K KUDOS WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Why do people complain about falling into a routine? Routines are good. For Megumi, it means
everything's okay, it means people are okay (as far as he knows). It means he doesn't have to
wonder whether he'll be alive to see the next sunrise. It also means he doesn't need to pretend he
doesn't have a broken rib because he has more important things to do, like paying attention to a
fucking Finger Bearer and the hostage it's holding by the neck.

He digresses.

They'd fallen into a comfortable routine. It was good, having meals with Sukuna when no one else
was around, and having small banter throughout the days. Even Gojo seemed to be in a good mood
and indulged in a few not so annoying conversations with them, mostly about sweets, as it seemed
he and Sukuna were on complete opposites on the spectrum of 'is sugar a crime against humanity?'.

Itadori also said Sukuna was being less insufferable. He made sure to let Megumi know that the
curse was still a tactless, vile, heartless jerk, but he was being less insufferable about everything,
whatever it is he meant by that (Sukuna did treat them both very differently, so he wouldn't know
how intolerable the curse truly was). They even watched a movie together, the three of them, a
gory flick that Megumi had especially selected for the curse. He seemed to be thrilled by all the
savagery and pretended to be bored by the plot bits, when there was any.

There was also Megumi's secret favorite moment of the week - when Sukuna took control over
Itadori's body for a short moment, and shoved him against the wall in the hallway to kiss him silly
and feel all over his body. Of course, Megumi smacked his face so hard after they were done he
left 3D fingerprints on Sukuna's skin, but the adrenaline of possibly being caught was both thrilling
and arousing (not that he admitted that out loud). The curse retaliated later by possessing Itadori's
arm and smacking his hand over Megumi's mouth to steal a kiss, and the sorcerer has yet to decide
if it was cute or absolutely disgusting. He doesn't doubt that was the true intention behind it.

But he wouldn't be reminiscing if things were still okay.

Ijichi called him earlier that day - there was an urgent mission regarding a Finger Bearer. Gojo was
unavailable and the higher-ups thought Megumi was a good choice, since he'd awakened to his
Domain Expansion and single-handedly defeated one of those pests during their last mission (he
guesses they forgot how fucked up he got, but it's nice that they believe in his abilities). He was to
take only Kugisaki as a support and to leave Itadori behind, since Sukuna had covertly eaten the
last finger they recovered and they didn't want a repetition of that.

Megumi was worried about the mission ever since he learned about it - one of the wonderful perks
of being a pessimist - but when they arrived in Shinjuku he saw just how dire the situation really
was. The curse had already spread its Innate Domain, warping the buildings around Kabukichō,
and instead of repelling smaller curses with how strong it was, they were drawn to the source of
that power. Worse yet: there were two hostages. Megumi didn't think it was likely the couple was
alive, but he still wanted to do his best to rescue them if possible, so they went in without wasting
time.

The Innate Domain was a mess. Mostly a mirror world of where the curse was born, with buildings
erupting from all directions - ceiling included - to form a maze, and unreadable neon signs popping
from them. Smaller curses eyed the two sorcerers from inside the buildings. The braver ones
crawled from the windows like geckos, intending to approach.

Kugisaki sent him off, assuring him she could handle however many fleas were out there, as it
would be easier for Megumi to track down the Finger Bearer and finish him off. Well, she was half
right. Divine Dog: Totality was easily able to locate the godforsaken thing, but Megumi
immediately knew he wouldn't defeat it without getting beaten up.

The couple was alive… more or less.

The woman seemed to be okay, just shocked, kneeling on the ground and staring wordlessly at the
scene unfolding in front of her. As for the boyfriend… the Finger Bearer finished slicing the man's
neck as soon as he spotted Megumi, and snatched the woman at the first sign of movement from
Divine Dog's part.
Megumi kept his calm but it was obvious there was no way he could fight back without assistance,
or without getting the woman killed. The curse was attentive to his shadows, and frequently
pretended he was about to murder the hostage, to poke fun at the sorcerer. The only thing Megumi
could do was keep him distracted until Kugisaki arrived, but up until the present moment, that cost
him at least one rib and several cuts and bruises, plus getting thrown into a wall so hard he saw
stars.

He coughs, the metallic taste of blood spreading on his tongue, pungent and heavy. His vision's
blurry and he has difficulty focusing; the warm wetness he feels sliding down his forehead and
cheeks must be blood, from hitting his head too hard. He takes a deep breath, pushing himself off
the debris with a sharp pang to the side of his ribs. The pain makes his knees falter, and he
crouches to keep watch on the curse. If he has any luck left, Kugisaki's done with the smaller ones
and will be able to provide support soon.

As if reading his mind, the Finger Bearer grins widely at him, tightening its hold on the woman's
neck; Megumi freezes on the spot. Is it for real this time, or is it just faking? He could try to-

Snap.

The curse giggles. The woman stops struggling, arms falling to the side of her body, and she slides
to the ground, unmoving, while the Finger Bearer laughs like it's just seen a really funny gag.

It’s his fault. He hesitated. He wasn’ strong enough. He got her killed. Why why why why-

Megumi sees red.

He grits his teeth, fingers trembling, blood running cold in his veins, and claps his hands together
to summon forth his Domain Expansion.

" Malevolent Shrine ."

Megumi's eyes widen at Sukuna's voice, hands separating as the King of Curse's energy spreads
around his feet and covers everything in darkness. Sukuna walks beside his crouched form, four
eyes glued to the Finger Bearer with a maliciousness that makes them glow.

" You writhing worm ," he says, voice low and poisonous, literally shaking the very earth
beneath them, as he lifts a finger to point at the finger bearer. " You dare use my power to make
him bleed ?"

He flicks the lifted finger, instantly severing one of the finger's hands, and walks forward with all
the mighty grace one would expect from a dark king. He flicks his finger again, and another of the
Finger Bearer's hands drop to the ground. It doesn't move, paralyzed in what must be the purest
form of fear Megumi's seen to date.

" You don’t deserve the life you were given."

Another flick, and both its feet are gone. The curse falls to its knees, trembling, and bows its head,
possibly to try and gather some sympathy, or ask for forgiveness. Megumi's eyes travel to Sukuna's
back. He looks so tense - even from a distance it's possible to see he's shaking with contained rage.
Is he holding back so as not to accidentally hurt Megumi?

" Filthy rat," he murmurs, cutting off each remaining limb, then crouches to pick up the Finger
Bearer by the head, lifting it up to eye level. " Scum."

His fingers begin tightening around the curse's skull, slowly crushing it as blood gushes from all
the open wounds. Megumi turns his head away, knees faltering and bringing him to the ground as
he covers his mouth to try and keep bile from rising to his throat. "Sukuna," he calls so weakly he
barely hears his own voice. "Sukuna," he tries again, voice breaking but coming out, and looks up
as the sounds of the carnage slowly stop.

Sukuna slowly looks back at him, four eyes shining the reddest they've ever been, now riddled
with a spark of joy along with the fury, as he puts down the leg he'd been using to stomp on
whatever remained of the curse. Megumi doesn't dare look lower than Sukuna's waist to check. The
King of Curses deactivates his Domain Expansion, revealing the (quite thematically appropriate)
crimson sundown in the horizon, and turns his bloodied form to walk towards Megumi.

He regrets calling the curse's name. He's trembling so hard his teeth clatter. Sukuna looks
unhinged, blood splatters on his face, right hand fully covered in the red fluid, drenching all the
way to the sleeve of Itadori's white hooded shirt, and all of his eyes intensely focused on Megumi's
form.

Megumi's scared.
Each step Sukuna takes makes his heart falter and ache, and he closes his eyes tightly when the
curse is close enough to lift a hand to touch him. Sukuna's fingers weave into his hair, and he's
pulled towards the curse's chest to be embraced tightly.

"Anyone that hurts you," he whispers into Megumi's ear, "I will end them."

His voice is surprisingly soft, but his words feel like icy poison. There's no space for discussion.
Megumi purses his lips, still shaking, cradled in the arms of a living weapon that could slice him
open with the laziest flick of a finger. Sukuna tilts his head up by the chin, using his bloodied hand,
and brushes their lips together with the utmost gentleness, while his eyes search for something on
Megumi's expression. "Are you scared of me, Megumi?"

He doesn't reply, looking away hopefully sufficing as an answer. Sukuna silently releases him,
bringing out Itadori. Only then does Megumi allow himself to sigh long and loud, burying his face
in his hands in frustration.

"Fushiguro, I-" Itadori begins, placing both hands on Megumi's shoulders. "Sukuna said you were
in danger. I- I know I shouldn't have trusted him but-"

"Don't apologize," Megumi murmurs, sliding his hands from his face just in time to see a pale,
shaken Kugisaki approaching. "He really did help," Megumi completes the thought, a little angry
that Sukuna apparently thinks of him as a defenceless cub.

(But he understands. If it were Sukuna in his place, then-)

"What was that?" Kugisaki asks, interrupting his thoughts, voice shaking. "Did Sukuna just- He
protected you. He kissed you. What the fuck is going on, Fushiguro?"

"...I'm sorry. I'll explain on the way back. For now, let's just get that damn finger and leave."

An explanation was given. Kugisaki was not amused.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're dating the motherfucking King of Curses. Fuck."

Megumi doesn't know what's more apparent - the red in his cheeks, or the whites of his eyes, as he
widens them to watch with incredulity the string of swears Kugisaki's able to produce in one go.
He's seen her swear before, but only once or twice, and not so many times in just one sentence -
she's usually pretty rough, but with elegance. Kinda like Princess Fiona from Shrek, but that's
something he's never saying out loud, since he doesn't want a nail driven into his forehead.

"Your goddamned demon boyfriend just crawled out of the pits of hell to save your ass," she
continues, "I'm speechless."

"He's not my boyfriend! We're just… we're… it doesn't work like that," he tries to clarify, but the
point certainly doesn't go across, because the girl cocks a dubious eyebrow at him.

"You're so tsundere, Fushiguro."

"Isn't he?! I told him just that, the other day!" Itadori butts in, hands in his pockets as he walks.

"I am not," he hisses between his teeth.

"Fine, Tsunshiguro." Megumi groans at the nickname, but Kugisaki slaps his shoulder before he's
able to voice out his indignation. "You said it doesn't work like that. How does it work?"

"I- I kinda, I like… I mean, we...," Megumi stutters, like a newborn trying to communicate, and
with his face heating so much he could bake a cake with it. He sighs, frustrated with his inability to
explain shit. "Look, we just have this… thing going on. It's really nothing."

"Nothing."

"...yes."

"You're dating the King of Curses, Fushiguro."

Itadori nods like it's something obvious. Megumi sighs and stops walking, making the two stop in
front of him. "It's not dating if he just wants to use me for his evil plan to conquer the world," he
finally manages to explain, and though he agrees his logic's got as many holes as a wheel of swiss
cheese, his point stands.

"And… you're okay with that?" Kugisaki asks, gaze fixed on him. Megumi shrugs.

"He's a curse. I'd be a fool to expect anything else from him."

But wanting the things he knows he'll never have is another matter entirely.

Kugisaki sighs, rubbing the back of her head. "I don't know how to feel about this. Of course I
want to support you, but it's hard to do it when we're talking about…" She quietly glances back the
way they came from. Megumi doesn't follow her gaze, worried he's gonna have war flashbacks. "
That," she completes.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, idiot. Just make sure you fall for a good… or just not so bad of a guy next time,
will you?" She sighs again, turning to begin walking again, and the two males follow her. "I mean,
if your type is older men with a shit personality, Gojo-sensei was a much better option."

Both Megumi and Itadori immediately look at his cheek, where Sukuna's definitely timing his
appearance to do the most damage. They glance at each other when nothing happens, and while
Itadori shrugs like it's nothing, Megumi feels kinda disappointed that Sukuna didn't show up to be
a jealous prick, to claim him, or whatever it is he likes to do when Gojo's involved.

"I'd rather have you drive a nail into my shin. Thank you for not suggesting that ever again."

"Okay, alright. The handsome sensei with the sugar daddy vibes is off limits, but a millennium old,
villainous cursed spirit with Itadori's face-"

"Hey!"
"-is the bee's knees ," she mocks, raising her hands. "I really don't get it, but I think it's fine as long
as you don't forget what you're dealing with."

"I won't," he assures, but it weighs on his mind that he had already forgotten. If it wasn't for this
mission, he'd be living like he's the protagonist of a slice of life anime thrown into a blender
together with gay porn. Now, well…

He really expected he'd fall out of love with Sukuna, as Megumi was genuinely afraid back there -
but now that he's not in the heat of battle, he knows he wasn't afraid of the curse exactly. Sukuna
went to great lengths to protect him, and didn't once direct his rage at the sorcerer.

He's scared of what the curse can do to other people.

He doesn't doubt that, if Sukuna had arrived mere moments later, he'd have been the one to kill that
innocent woman, as she was the reason Megumi couldn't fight back, and he gets the logic, really,
but it's exactly to save those lives that he fights. And the whole cycle goes back to when he told
Itadori - 'what if someone you save ends up killing more people?'

What if he saves Sukuna ? The guy's so terrible he may as well be responsible for the Black Death
and both World Wars.

He's not human, and will never be, not anymore. Megumi can't possibly expect him to learn to be
compassionate. He doesn't even trust Sukuna to learn not to kill - not that the curse would even
want that, in the first place. He's too deeply rooted in evil for that.

If he was stronger than Sukuna- if he was able to force Sukuna to stop killing, would he? Would he
really be able to take away someone's freedom just to keep them alive, or is death a better
salvation?

Watching his two friends bicker about his terrible taste for men, he thinks he may know what to
do… if they don't all get executed on the spot for letting the Itadori+Sukuna combo intervene on
the mission they were supposed to stay away from.

(At least he didn't eat the damn finger this time.)

Sukuna grits his teeth, kicking away a skull that bounces on the surface of the crimson water before
stopping, half-sunk.

That's how he feels, too. Sinking, but buoyant, however that sort of contradiction works - all
because of Megumi.

He doesn't get it. He helped the boy. He protected him , with all the good will he could muster, but
Megumi was afraid of him, like he's some kind of untamed, wild beast, incapable of rational
thought.

'It's not dating if he just wants to use me,' he'd said. 'I'd be a fool to expect anything else from him.'
He said what they have is nothing.

After all that Sukuna's done-!

Filled with rage, the curse growls and cleaves his own throne, skulls and bones dropping noisily as
it completely dismantles.

He's dismantled, too. He's- He feels betrayed . If he didn't have a use for Megumi, then he- He
would-

Sukuna sits down, knees raised and arms resting above them. His head drops and he stares at the
red liquid around him.

He wouldn't. Couldn't kill Megumi, no matter how much he wanted to. And yet- Yet-

The curse buries his face on the palm of his hand, sighing, because he understands. He wouldn't
trust himself either. And, honestly, the boy wasn't wrong; Sukuna will never love him back. He
couldn't, even if he tried. No matter how much he cherishes the sorcerer, or wants to protect him,
that infatuation is born out of selfishness, nothing else. After all, what is Sukuna, if not the literal
impersonation of self-indulgence?

Sukuna can't change. This is what he is, a wretched amalgamation of everything that's wrong with
humanity. It's all he's made of. His essence. Who's to say he won't fucking stop existing if the
(im)balance gets messed up because - he laughs - because he fell in love ? With a human boy, a
sorcerer , of all fucking things.

He knows his judgement is a little clouded by something, but love is probably out of his
boundaries as a cursed spirit. He guesses it's just lust. He has, after all, been a fucking celibate for a
thousand goddamned years, and now he has a rather beautiful boy willing to be broken by him.

That's exactly what he's gonna do. He'll fuck Megumi so he can think straight again, then go back
to his original plan, maybe with a little twist - he does want the little sorcerer around when it all
goes to hell, after all. He'll make for a good bride, and Sukuna will stay true to his words of
protection, despite everything. Anyone that thinks about laying a finger on his Megumi will know
the true meaning of despair, and he's not even exaggerating.

Of course, to monopolize his little sorcerer the way he wants, he needs his power back, and he's
willing to break Megumi's heart to achieve that goal.

He'll understand when he, too, turns into a curse.

It took him a while, but he got the mess of bones and skulls back into place. Of course, it being his
Innate Domain, he can easily manipulate everything the way he wants, but he did need the
distraction, otherwise he'd keep thinking about Megumi and his callous words. Apparently, though,
he either took longer than imagined or got too distracted because, as he's toying with a skull by
throwing it up and catching it, Itadori rudely interrupts by calling his name with his annoying-ass
voice like he's been trying to contact him for a while. Sukuna sighs, popping an eye and a mouth on
the brat's cheek.

"What? It better be important. I was quite busy."

Itadori's just lazing out on his bed? What a nuisance. As Sukuna looks around the brat's bedroom
and sees there's no Megumi around, he immediately decides that whatever it is, it can't be more
important than playing ball with a skull.

"Fushiguro wants another date," the brat affirms, waving his stupid lit up rectangle - cellphone? -
like it's supposed to mean something, but Sukuna just shuts down like his head was used to toll a
bell.
"Huh?"

"I said," the brat sighs, "He wants to go on a date with you. He even asked for more time than
usual. I'll let you go if we keep the same terms as the last time, and if you use reverse cursed
technique on my body, 'coz I don't wanna be tired. I mean, it should work to relax my muscles,
right? It totally should. So you could try and…"

Sukuna stops listening. Why? Why would Megumi want another date if he said all these things?
The curse thought he was upset. Well… he did ask for more time. Maybe he's just acting on his
lust, like Sukuna wants to do. If that's the case, then great , because he can't wait anymore either,
and doesn't want to ; he needs that clarity of mind he knows he'll get after he's had an orgasm.

"Fine, fine, I'll fix you up, whatever," he complies, shutting up the brat that was still talking for
some fucking reason.

"Mm-hm, I'll let him know."

And then the moron proceeds to tap his fingers on the lit up piece of junk he's holding, while
Sukuna waits and watches and doesn't understand why he's not getting his ass up to go talk to
Megumi.

"Oi, brat. The fuck are you doing?"

"I'm texting your boyfriend, what else? Jeez."

Boyfriend? That's such a childish thing to say, it's almost offensive. Megumi's his future (forced)
bride, godfuckingdammit. Sukuna doesn't correct Itadori, though, and strains his eye to try and see
the tiny letters showing up on his screen, but from the angle he's in, it's impossible. They're really
talking through that thing? Is that sorcery, or technology, like the bank cards? He should have
started paying attention to that kind of thing earlier. Humans come up with the weirdest shit.

"...what's he saying?"

Itadori lifts up the screen to Sukuna's eye level. It hurts a little because it's too bright, but now he
can read the words - although they're both on the left and the right, and there's more popping up at
the bottom. How does that work? How does he know who's saying what? Stupid fucking
technology, making Sukuna feel like an illiterate!

"I don't get it," he admits with a groan.

"He wants to go now, while the sun is out, so you can have ice cream or whatever. That okay with
you?"

"Anytime."

And he means if. He'd readily fuck Megumi first thing in the morning, if he could. He will, once he
has his body back - it's gonna be real hot, watching his little body squirming under Sukuna's
massive size while he's still groggy from sleep.

"Dude, I don't know what you're thinking, but it's making me shiver. Just take my body and go,
before I change my mind. And don't forget the binding vow."

"Like I could! You repeated the terms a thousand fucking times."

"Damn right I did!" He huffs. "Fushiguro's gonna wait for you outside," he explains, while giving
his body over to Sukuna, who slicks his hair back once he has control.

He readily stands up to go meet with Megumi, heart aching with overexertion. He's a little anxious,
he'll admit it, but he blames it on being too horny. Ignoring the thundering organ inside his chest,
he quickly puts on Itadori's shoes and leaves the dorm.

Megumi's standing outside with his hands inside his pockets, looking up at some birds in a tree,
dressed in a peach-pink shirt. Sukuna's gonna love ripping it to shreds to expose his milky skin, and
he actually licks his lips at the thought, while approaching the distracted sorcerer.

"Miss me already?" he provokes, making Megumi turn around startled and with his cheeks already
pink. He looks a little… would dreamy be the right word?

"H-hey," he greets softly.

Huh. He's stuttering. It's- It's almost unbearably adorable, but... Sukuna's grin fades into a half
confused, half curious line. What's gotten into him? Maybe he's a virgin? Well, it sure didn't look
like it when Sukuna was sucking him off, 'coz his ass was hungrily swallowing his fingers and all.
Keh heh. Oh, man, he's getting worked up now. "Where are we going today?" he asks, lifting a
hand to caress Megumi's rosy cheek. "Your bedroom, maybe?"

The sorcerer purses his lips, blush darkening. "...later," he replies shyly. "Let's have some ice
cream first."

There's something Sukuna can't quite pique with Megumi's behavior. He's not usually like this. It's
like he's trying to act normal, but he's either embarrassed by something, or just timid; either way, it
doesn't look normal and, in turn, Sukuna himself doesn't know how to behave.

"Did something happen?" he asks. Megumi opens his mouth to answer, but then closes it and looks
away, then starts walking.

"It's nothing. Let's just go while it's still warm out."

Sukuna doesn't know if he should be more worried about Megumi's increasingly shy behavior, or
about the blue and pink cold balls in a cup he's being forced to hold. There's a weird red syrup and
colorful sprinkles too . It doesn't look edible. "What am I holding, Megumi?"

The sorcerer sits down beside him on the park bench and blinks at him like he's the one acting
weird. "Ice cream."

" This? " The curse turns the thing around, eyeing it like the sight alone could provide him
answers. "Let me tell you, kid, we had kakigori back in my day, and you could call that ice cream,
but this ? This is a toy . You can't possibly think I'll be fooled into eating this."

Megumi glances between him and the so-called ice cream a few times, then takes a spoonful of his
own colorful dessert and brings it towards Sukuna, holding it close to his mouth.
The curse would just- He'd just chomp on the damn thing if Megumi wasn't looking at him so
cutely and expectantly with his long fucking lashes and his blushing nose and god damn this boy
for looking so beautiful under the sunlight. Sukuna gulps down. His lips feel dry.

Megumi cocks an eyebrow at him and tilts up the spoon. Sukuna manages to make his brain work
enough that he's able to open his mouth and eat the offered ice cream, leaning back to taste it. It's…
it's not bad…? It's really sugary, but it doesn't prickle his tongue, and it tastes fruity. Yeah. Yeah,
he can roll with that. It's not bad.

He takes a spoonful of his own, humming. Huh. Indeed, not bat at all. He eats a little more, just to
make sure he's not wrong. The sprinkles are crunchy, it's a good addition to the creamy goodness.
It's, the thing is, it's good. Hell. It's good! Sukuna begins eating faster, like a proper meal and not
like he's sampling toxic waste, but then- Then he stops, hand to his head, because it hurts like a
fuck and it feels like his head will split into two. Megumi has the audacity to giggle at him while
he suffers.

"Why," Sukuna begins, when it stops hurting so much, "Why do you keep trying to kill me,
Megumi?"

The sorcerer chuckles again, and Sukuna decides he really likes the sound. It just would be better if
it didn't come out of mocking him.

"You're supposed to eat it slow, or you'll get brain freeze."

"You could have warned me before I dug in like a starving dog."

"I really could have," Megumi admits, smiling naughtily at his ice cream.

He's… he's being especially cute today, Sukuna thinks, and he doesn't get why. It makes him
anxious. He pushes the feeling away as best as he can, and concentrates back on the conversation
and on the dessert.

"But you wanted me to suffer," Sukuna suggests, "By brain freeze."

"You know you deserve it."

"I deserve worse - not that I'll let just anyone toy with me like this, of course. Rejoice, my Megumi.
You're quite special."

"Because I can take you out for ice cream?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow at Sukuna.

"Exactly. I don't lower my guard like this around just anyone," the curse explains as he tries to
gather and eat all the sprinkles at once, and ends up making a mess around his mouth and chin. Oh,
well. Just serves to prove his point.

There's movement on the corner of his eyes. He turns around just in time to see Megumi leaning in
to capture his lips, licking at the corners, eyelids closed but fluttery and cheeks dyed deep rose. He
opens them to expose his midnight blue eyes, shining so bright it seems he has small stars trapped
inside them. Sukuna can only stare back, breathless, motionless. His chest aches with how hard his
heart is beating; he feels his pulse even in the tips of his fingers. He briefly loses hold on the ice
cream cup and ends up breaking the time-stopping stare contest not to let the dessert fall to the
ground.

(He's glad that happened. He really is. What the fuck is wrong with this body?)

He discreetly watches as Megumi smiles tight-lipped, like he's trying to hide it, and goes back to
eating his ice cream. Sukuna's gaze returns to his own hands. His fingers are trembling, and he
feels both hot and cold. Should he tell the brat to go to see a doctor? This can't be fucking normal.
He doesn't- He doesn't feel fine. He's not okay. It aches, and he doesn't like it.

It's almost like being in love, but… worse. Harder, and deeper. He would know. He was human,
once. He's been infatuated with people before. But it's never been like this, this- Thing , inside his
chest. Why does it physically hurt? He almost wants to run away, and honestly would if it wasn't a
cowardly thing to do.

He takes a deep breath to calm down. It must be Megumi's fault. He's either using sorcery to slowly
kill Sukuna, or he's being literally unbearably cute and the curse will die because of it. Either way,
Sukuna ends up dead. Fuck.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Of course I am," he assures, but he doesn't think he is. Megumi doesn't pry, but continues to
take sneak peeks at him, like he knows it's all a lie.

(Of course he would know. This is his fault. He's surely doing something.)

When they're done eating, they throw the empty cups in the trash bin close to the bench they were
in, and set out to walk through the park, back to the dorms. Sukuna noticed that Megumi eventually
started to avoid looking at him rather than spying, and now the sorcerer actually walks one step
ahead of him to maintain distance, with his head slightly tilted down.

The fuck happened? Was Sukuna's silence really that weird? That can't be it, right? The mood feels
off. If Sukuna ruined this because this body won't work properly and made him freak out, he
swears he's gonna kill Itadori. Damn it. He has to remedy the situation before it's too late, but he
doesn't even know how.

"We really oughta keep going out," he tries, palms clammy, "There's still too much I don't-"

"I don't hate you," Megumi suddenly interrupts, but then he groans, sliding a hand down his face.
"Fuck."

"...what was that?"

"It's- I mean-" Megumi mumbles something inintelligible, looking away, pink in the tips of his
ears. "That's… I like…"

There's a long pause, and the sorcerer stops walking, ending up a few steps behind Sukuna. The
curse frowns, watching an incredibly red, fidgety Megumi staring at the ground, while holding the
hem of his shirt and pursing his lips. "Megumi?" Sukuna calls, just to make sure the sorcerer isn't
melting to death or something like that.

"I don't hate you," he repeats, eyebrows knitting in visible frustration, before lifting up his eyes to
look at Sukuna. The red tint over his cheeks and nose makes the blue in them stand out. "I…" he
purses his lips, averting his gaze, hands curled into fists beside his body. "I like- I'm in- Fucking
shit!" He suddenly snarls, walking towards Sukuna and grabbing him by the shirt to pull him close.
"I fucking love you!"

...what?
His mind goes blank, and he freezes. Megumi's expression slowly goes from explosive anger to
melancholy. His hand loosens on Sukuna's shirt and he looks down, lips quivering.

"I love you," he repeats in a breathy whisper.

(Sukuna's dying. That must be it, because his heart just stopped.)

Megumi looks apologetic. Vulnerable, incredibly beautiful, but fragile like crystal. Sukuna tries to
take a breath that won't go in.

"I really don't know why. You're everything I hate." Megumi sighs, dropping his head to rest his
forehead on Sukuna's shoulder. "But it makes me happy, being with you. I like your company, and
when you smile, and… how you treat me like I matter. Even if I'm always thinking it's all fake."

It's not. It's not fake, nothing is, Sukuna thinks, but he's too dumbstruck to say anything.

"I love you a lot, Sukuna," the sorcerer repeats, lips forming a small, sad smile when he looks up.
"And that's why I'll kill you, when the time comes."

No words form for him to speak through the knot on his throat. Megumi's so close but he seems so
far away. His smile makes Sukuna weak in the knees.

"I don't want you to kill any more people," Megumi explains, voice small, like he's hurting. "So I'll
fulfill my duty as a sorcerer. I'm sorry, Sukuna. You won't be able to use me for your goals."

He doesn't want to. That's not-!

 Megumi's smile brightens up even with the curse's unbreakable silence, and he seems to be
relieved. The sorcerer places a soft, chaste kiss to Sukuna's lips. "I'm sorry, Sukuna," he repeats in a
whisper, and turns around to begin walking again.

Sukuna trembles so hard he almost falls to his knees. Everything's cold, but it burns , and his eyes
feel wet even though he doesn't feel the need or want to cry. He feels like there's a rift between him
and Megumi, growing larger with each step the sorcerer takes away from him; like Megumi's
slipping away from his fingers, and will be forever out of reach if he doesn't move and grasp him
tightly with both hands.

What can he say to make Megumi stay? He doesn't want to say 'I love you'. He doesn't- He doesn't
love Megumi. He can't. But watching him leave makes him feel like he's dying.

There's no time to think. Sukuna turns off his brain for now, if only to keep sane, and shuts down
any feelings that may be arising to give way to what he knows won't fail him - instinct. The most
animalistic, dumb instincts he may have. He doesn't care, as long as Megumi stays.

He lunges forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Megumi's lithe and grinning toothily against
his warm neck. "Where do you think you're going, Megumi?" he murmurs, sliding one hand under
the hem of the sorcerer's shirt. "I wanna hear you say that again," he whispers into Megumi's ear,
"While I'm inside you."

The sorcerer's heart rate picks up, a small pleasured sigh spilling from his lips as he leans into the
touch, accepting the only thing Sukuna has to offer.

Chapter End Notes

On the next chapter:

"You're the reason why I chose to live."

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Chapter Notes

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Sukuna feels like he's being blinded by a human-shaped sun as they close the door behind them
and Megumi turns to face him with a warm, shy smile. The curse stands there more frozen than the
ice cream they just had, probably looking just as stupid too, as the sorcerer wraps his arms around
his neck and leans in to kiss him.

Why- Why's Megumi so happy? So eager ? Sukuna didn't even- He didn't reciprocate the boy's
feelings. He just asked for sex. Shouldn't Megumi be offended or something like that?

(Sukuna wishes he were. It would be easier to deal with.)

His thoughts are halted by the tongue pressing against his lips to open them up, which he does by
instinct. His (trembling) hands find their way to Megumi's hips to pull him closer, and the sorcerer
responds by pushing him against the door and devouring his mouth. Sukuna's eyes widen at the
ferocity, but quickly close shut with pleasure as his lips are attacked with tongue and teeth. Is this
what Megumi's like, when there's nothing holding him back? He's already half hard, too.

Okay, this is good. Sukuna can handle this kind of thing.

(Carnal pleasure. No feelings involved.)

He flips the table on the current power play, pushing Megumi away to shove him against the wall
and hold his legs up by the back of his knees, grinding against him and burying his face on the
milky neck to suck and bite. He almost feels bad about marring such beautiful skin, but holding
back isn't an option when Megumi's moaning loudly by his ear, nails driving into the skin of his
shoulders and the muscles of his legs tensing up with each nibble.
Sukuna chuckles against the abused skin, purposely letting his breath tickle. Megumi makes a cute
choked sound and tugs on his hair, pulling his head away. Sukuna lets him.

He regrets it when he sees Megumi's face, beautifully shaded red, irises so engulfed by their pupils
they're almost fully black, lost in pleasure, because it makes him completely forget how to move.
Sukuna wants to bang his own head on the wall for acting like a virgin, for being so deeply
mesmerized by Megumi's beauty that he forgot how to breathe, but even that stands far away from
his current scope of abilities.

Megumi doesn't look any different than before. His face is the same, his hair is the same, his
body's the same, so how come Sukuna can't even bear to look at him without getting lost in a loop
of admiration-arousal? He wants to ravish the boy, but also worship him.

"Why are you distracted?" the boy asks after a while, pulling Sukuna out of the loop.

"You're beautiful," he breathes out before he can catch his tongue. Megumi's eyes widen for a
moment, before he closes his expression in his usual annoyed manner, with his brows furrowed and
lower lip caught between his teeth, only it looks a thousand times more adorable than it ever did
and Sukuna wants to scream.

He has his hard dick almost drilling a hole into Megumi's pants to get inside his ass, and yet he's
thinking the boy's adorable . The fuck is wrong with him?

"Let's see if you'll still look cute with my cock inside your mouth," Sukuna whispers with a grin,
causing Megumi's eyes to shine with lust. He looks like he's salivating at the thought, licking his
lips and gripping harder at Sukuna's shoulder. Chuckling, the curse kisses him while taking him off
the wall, to carry him to the bed, and Megumi seems so lost in his mouth he's not even sure the
sorcerer noticed the movement. Sukuna sits down on the edge and places Megumi on his lap,
pulling away from his mouth to place kisses over his jaw and neck. "Suck me, Megumi," he orders.

"...only if you take off your shirt."

Sukuna laughs shortly, running his fingers up Megumi's spine to steal a shiver. "You want to see
the tattoos, hm? Don't worry, my Megumi, they're all yours to play with." Sukuna takes the hem of
his shirt, deliberately slowly, and pulls it over his head, watching with delight as Megumi stares
hungrily at every inch of skin being exposed. "Don't be shy, you can touch me."
Pleased with Megumi's small moan in response, Sukuna grins. He's getting back in control. Must
have just gotten rusty after a thousand years, is all. Everything's okay. He's okay.

The sorcerer brings his warm fingertips to Sukuna's chest, feeling so softly around his torso that it
feels like feathers, while his eyes flicker between Sukuna's own, and the tattooed skin. He bites his
lower lip, before looking away. "You're really hot," he murmurs shyly.

"I look even hotter if you look at me from in between my legs," he teases, grinning. He really wants
those lips around his dick, damn it.

Megumi laughs curtly, getting off his lap to kneel on the ground, between Sukuna's legs.The curse
leans back on his arms to watch as Megumi nervously fiddles with the button on his pants, and he
doesn't help just because it's cute how he's trying so hard. He finally gets it open and pulls down
the zipper, tugging on the open sides to expose the bulge in his underwear. The sorcerer buries his
face on the clothed hard-on, closing his eyes to rub his nose and cheeks over it, before opening
then again to shyly look up at Sukuna, who's both dead and alive at the same time.

He's too fucking cute! Fuck! How's anyone able to be cute with a dick on their face?! This isn't fair
!

Megumi chuckles against his member, eyes slanted with glee. "What's wrong? Your face is really
red, y'know."

The little devil.

Sukuna weaves his fingers in Megumi's hair and pushes his face onto his dick, rubbing, which
elicits a moan. Hm, maybe he likes his hair being pulled? That'll be fun for later. Now, though,
Sukuna's really needy for that mouth, so he pulls down his underwear enough that his erection's
freed, and smacks the length heavily on Megumi's cheek.

"Suck it," he orders again, "Before I grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth myself."

Megumi eyes it hungrily, a small naughty smile crossing over his lips before he licks the whole
length, gaze now fixed on Sukuna's face. He teases with licks, kisses and small nibbles, purposely
avoiding the head and grinning between the caresses of his tongue and lips.
So that's how he wants to play this game, hm?

Sukuna grabs the back of his hair and guides Megumi's mouth to the head of his cock, shoving it
inside with a grunt. It hits the back of Megumi's throat, gagging him, eyes watering up but rolling
to the back of his head like he's liking it. The sight alone makes Sukuna shiver. He does it again,
pulling on Megumi's hair before choking him again, though he's careful not to shove it in too deep
and hurt him.

(Since when does Ryomen Sukuna care about not hurting people? This must be some sort of
sorcery from Megumi, otherwise it would just mean Sukuna really cares about him, more than he
does anyone, and-)

"I wanna cum in your mouth," he says huskily, more to keep himself away from his thoughts than
anything. Megumi's eyes widen at the words, and he begins moving by himself. Sukuna releases
his hair to watch his endearing effort to take as much as he can inside before pulling back, then
repeating again and again, face flushed and the utmost look of concentration on his face, with his
eyebrows knitted and eyes almost crisscrossing as he watches Sukuna's cock.

He did it. He fucking did it. He really is ridiculously cute with his mouth full of cock.

(Something's not right. Sukuna's not supposed to feel his heart doing loops while getting a fucking
blowjob.)

And he keeps it up, concentrated, sucking, teasing the tip with his tongue, and wrapping his fingers
around the base to compensate for what he can't fit inside his mouth. Sukuna caresses his hair,
murmuring small words of encouragement as he slowly loses himself in the feeling, muscles
tensing up with the delicious feeling growing on the pit of his stomach.

His first orgasm in a millenium, and it's gonna be inside Megumi's pretty little mouth.

Without warning, he releases deep inside with a grunt, having to try his best to keep his eyes open
and focused on the boy, holding him by the back of the head to make sure he doesn't pull away.
When Sukuna's lungs finally release the air they're holding, he also releases Megumi's head. He
begins coughing, but the curse places a hand over his mouth. "Swallow."

The sorcerer knits his eyebrows, attempting to glare, but it just ends up being incredibly sexy with
his face flushed and small tears running down his face. Sukuna smirks at the gulping sound and
the little grimace Megumi has while doing what he's been told, tugging on the curse's hand to pry it
away from his mouth. "Asshole," he mumbles, wiping off the fluids running down his chin.

"That's where I'm headed next, yeah."

Megumi glares again, canines showing on his snarl, but his chosen method of retaliation is standing
up to smash his mouth against Sukuna's, pushing him on the bed to crawl over his form. He pushes
his tongue inside, looking like his objective is to rile up Sukuna with remnants of his release, but
the curse only chuckles in response. "Yours is better," he teases, switching their positions to push
Megumi against the bed and dip his tongue deeply into his mouth before pulling away to lick his
lips. "But I like this too."

"You're such a pervert."

"Who is it that just choked on a dick, I wonder?" he continues to provoke, sliding his hand down
Megumi's chest until he reaches the bulge between his legs, and sneaks his hand inside. Megumi
shudders, arching his back off the bed. "It's really wet down here, too. Did sucking my cock really
make you leak that much?"

Megumi bites his lower lip, frowning, looking like he's really holding back from a rebuttal. Sukuna
chuckles, taking his hand back to finish undressing, pulling away his pants along with underwear
and doing the same with Megumi, watching with delight as his beautiful legs are revealed. The
sorcerer drapes his arms over his face, hiding it, while his throbbing dick drops over his pink shirt,
and he tries closing his legs to hide it before Sukuna holds his thighs open. "How am I gonna get
you out of that shirt if you don't show me your pretty face?"

Megumi grunts cutely while Sukuna lifts up the fabric all the way to his chest, licking his lips. He
releases it to pry Megumi's arms away from his blushing face and shyly pursed mouth. Sukuna lifts
up the hem of his shirt and brings it upwards. "Bite this, then."

The sorcerer relents, taking the shirt between his teeth, and Sukuna leans back to appreciate the
beautiful body beneath him, with both his eyes and hands. Megumi's skin feels so warm and soft
under his fingers he could caress it all day, dipping between every crease of muscle and teasingly
rubbing against his rosy nipples to elicit the cutest of whimpers. His Megumi's a fucking work of
art, is what he is - the dusted pink over his milky white skin looks appetizing. His ebony hair and
equally dark long lashes makes the deep blue of his eyes look like the night sky on a blank canvas.

He's tempted to paint it again. Pour his energy into Megumi, watch the ink dyeing his skin, curling
over his wrists like the tightest of shackles. A testament of Sukuna's selfishness.

(...a wedding ring.)

Sukuna leans down to press slow kisses against the sorcerer's chest and abdomen. Megumi
shudders, goosebumps raising on his skin, tiny whispers falling from his lips. Sukuna tries to
ignore the sound of his own heartbeats on his ears by making Megumi be louder - the curse licks
one of his nipples, thumb rolling over the tip of the other, then sucks and nibbles until it's hard and
perked up. Megumi squirms underneath him, hiding his face under his arms yet again, but as long
as the moans keep coming, Sukuna doesn't care (for now). Only when he's satisfied enough with
how abused the pink nubs look, does he let go and proceed to travel downwards.

He hungrily slides the head of Megumi's cock inside his mouth, but doesn't go further, teasing at
the slit with his tongue and sucking softly to rile him up while kneading his thighs. His fingers
slide lower, feeling around his ass to find his entrance-

But the sorcerer almost breaks his neck backwards by slapping his forehead to push him away, all
while sitting up completely breathless, shirt sliding down from his mouth to make a tent out of his
dick.

"Wait," he says breathlessly, "You're not doing this raw, are you?"

"...huh?"

"At least use some lubricant, damn it. I want to be able to walk tomorrow," he mumbles while
turning on his side to fumble around the drawer on his nightstand. Sukuna takes the chance to stare
at his plump ass, groping one of the cheeks to spread it, revealing Megumi's beautiful pink asshole,
which he teases with his thumb, stretching outwards. Oh, he's gonna fuck that indeed.

"Here, you drooling pervert," Megumi says as a clear bottle enters Sukuna's line of sight, disrupting
the beautiful view of that ass. He begrudgingly releases the warm buttcheek to grab said bottle,
switching glances between it and Megumi. He tries his best to hide a grin.

"I'm supposed to do what, shove this up your-"

"You unscrew the damn cap and pour it over your dick," Megumi readily interrupts.
"Why don't you show me how it's done, hm?"

Megumi makes a face at him, like he knows Sukuna's just faking this lack of knowledge, but takes
back the bottle anyway, taking off the cap and pouring the clear gel over his fingers. He moves his
hand to spread it over Sukuna's erection, but the curse picks him up by the hips and places him on
his lap. "Together," he whispers.

Megumi bites his lip, taking both their cocks into his lubricated hand and slowly smearing the gel
over them. Sukuna takes the forgotten bottle from the bed and covertly smears some on his own
fingers, before bringing them to Megumi's ass. The sorcerer shudders with the caresses over his
entrance, biting Sukuna's shoulder while slowly pumping their erections together, but the curse
uses his free hand to turn Megumi's head to face him.

"Stop hiding your pretty face," he whispers against the sorcerer's lips, pressing two fingers inside at
once, but going no further than the first knots, pulling out then pushing in again. Megumi
whimpers, losing his pace on their dicks. "You're still soft inside, Megumi," he continues to
whisper, pushing his fingers deeper, "Are you really that eager for me to fuck you?"

"Yeah," he admits in a broken voice.

He's really into it, isn't he? Sukuna was pretty damn sure their first time would be with Megumi
pleading him to stop and trying to fight back, not offering himself for Sukuna to take.

...not that he's complaining.

Sukuna gulps down, brain coming back from its three-seconds vacation. He goes back to slowly
fingering Megumi, sliding his fingers deeper each time. "You sure? I'm not gonna be gentle," he
warns.

"I'm having sex with a curse . I don't want it to be gentle."

"What was that about wanting to be able to walk tomorrow?"

"If you keep this conversation going instead of fucking me I swear I'm gonna kill-"
Megumi screams. He screams, branded tongue out, back so curved his chest presses into Sukuna's.
The curse smirks as he pulls back the fingers he just roughly shoved in. "Hm, I don't think I heard
you," he teases, pushing them in again but more gently.

"Again," Megumi pleads, "Do that a-"

Sukuna promptly complies, but instead of doing it just one more time, he continuously pushes his
fingers in and out, while Megumi trembles and claws at him with his free hand and bites his
shoulder so hard it sure is gonna leave a mark. The sorcerer's other hand strokes their erections
quickly and unrhythmically, while moans and grunts escape his mouth. The curse chuckles in his
ear, stopping just as Megumi's muscles start to tighten, and pulling his fingers out.

Megumi pulls back with a glare, face red and drool rolling down his chin. Beautiful.

"How dare you-"

Sukuna interrupts him by shoving him down on the bed and throwing his slim legs over his
shoulders, teasing the sorcerer's entrance with the tip of his dick. "I have much better things in
store for you, my Megumi."

He begins pushing inside. The excessive lubrication lets him slide in easily, while Megumi
stretches around him just right , swallowing him hungrily. If the sorcerer made any noise or any
expression, Sukuna doesn't fucking know, because he loses it. He pushes slowly to the hilt,
smirking, eyes closed in ecstasy; it's a miracle that he manages to stay still for a moment to let
Megumi relax. He opens his eyes to see Megumi looking so fucked up Sukuna wouldn't be
surprised if he came then and there.

Once Megumi feels less tense around him and opens his eyes to silently plead for him to move, he
pulls out and pushes in again, and Megumi takes it so good and so well Sukuna would praise him if
he could form a coherent sentence.

Everything feels too good. It's not just the pleasure - that, by itself, is already almost too much to
handle - but there's something else thrown into the mix, something more emotional; it's knowing
how much Megumi wants him, and giving him pleasure, and holding him in his arms-

He regains some rational consciousness when Megumi pulls him into a kiss, lips trembling and
small tears clinging to the tips of his closed eyelashes, fingers digging deep into the curse's
shoulderblades. Sukuna stops moving and gulps down hard, heart heavy inside his chest. Megumi
slowly opens his eyes and blinks at him in confusion.

"Say it," Sukuna murmurs, lips dry and throat knotted up while he moves a hand to cup Megumi's
cheek. He wipes away one of the tears that escaped. "Say it to me, Megumi."

The sorcerer's expression softens. His eyes seem to be glistening.

"I love you," he whispers.

It hurts.

Sukuna leans down to bury his face on the crook of Megumi's neck, both hands now holding the
sorcerer's hips.

"Again."

"I love-" Megumi chokes, shuddering as Sukuna thrusts hard inside, "-you…!"

"Again," the curse orders, continuing to thrust inside with a building tempo. Megumi tells him I
love yous and calls his name until nothing coherent leaves his lips anymore; until all he's able to
produce is moan after moan in a string of delicious sounds. Sukuna's skin tingles, teeth gritting as
he comes close to his second release, euphoria so intense curling around his muscles that he
trembles and loses his pace, thrusting unrhythmically and painfully hard into the heat. He bites
Megumi's shoulder as he climaxes, pouring in cursed energy to fill up the sorcerer with his essence.

Megumi shudders uncontrollably beneath him, clawing at his back while screaming obscenities,
back arching up and hole tightening around Sukuna. The curse pulls away from his neck just in
time to see his tongue roll out from his mouth, teary eyes rolling to the back of his head as he cums
between their stomachs. Sukuna slowly pulls away, still holding up Megumi's legs to watch his
seed drip from inside his ass, but the sorcerer lazily and playfully kicks him in the face.

"Pervert," he calls again, breathless, eyes closed as his chest heaves up and down, and a smile
adorning his flushed face. He looks so satisfied, it actually makes Sukuna smile too. "You didn't
mark me up again, did you?"
"Not this time. Also, not my fault you're so pretty."

"You're lucky I'm too fucked up to argue."

Chuckling, Sukuna lays down beside him on the bed, elbow supporting the weight of his head
resting on his hand. "I could honestly go for round two, but watching you vegetate post-orgasm
sounds like a plan, too."

"What?" Megumi turns his head to face him, still panting but more softly than before. "Just

how many times can you cum?"

"Keh heh, we can find out together if you want," the curse teases with a smirk. Megumi sucks in
his lower lip, looking quite interested in the proposition, but ultimately turns his gaze away.

"...we can't," he says softly.

Sukuna understands, and doesn't like how it upsets him - it's not specifically because they can't
have sex all day long, but because of the reason for that impossibility. The curse sighs, dropping on
the bed to stare at the ceiling while biting at the corners of his lips.

"How," he begins in a low, almost hesitant voice, "Do you know you love me?"

Megumi hums. The bed creaks, and the sorcerer drapes an arm over the curse's torso, head resting
on his shoulder. "It's hard to explain."

"I bet you can make an effort."

The sorcerer's silent for some time, with his thumb drawing patterns on Sukuna's chest. It's
peaceful, the curse thinks, but something feels lodged in his throat, and he can't seem to be able to
wind down even in such a relaxing moment.

"Looking at you makes me have a sugar rush," the sorcerer explains, "But without the sugar. It's
like fireworks going off inside my stomach."

"That sounds painful."

(It sounds familiar.)

"Sometimes, it really is." Megumi sighs. "Especially when… when I think it's unrequited."

"Why?"

"Because you'll never love me back."

"Why?"

"Because you're a curse."

His logic makes sense. Sukuna was thinking about that, too - about the literal impossibility of him
loving Megumi - but he has his doubts, now more than ever. "Back in the park," he begins, "You
said being with me makes you happy." Megumi nods on his shoulder, the tips of his spiky hair
tickling Sukuna's jaw. "It makes me happy, too, being with you."

Megumi tenses up for a short second, thumb ceasing the caresses on the curse's chest. His
heartbeats hammer against Sukuna's ribs.

"Don't say that kind of thing," the sorcerer says weakly. "If you have any amount of consideration
for me-"

"I have more than that."

Megumi sighs. "Please stop."

Should he risk breaking his Binding Vow with Itadori to keep talking? He's supposed to listen to
anything Megumi says. Does this count? But it hurts, keeping whatever this is inside. He wants to
get it over with and fix this shit predicament they're stuck in.

"No," he risks, gulping down, "I think I may lo-"

Megumi snarls, sitting upright so fast the movement is a blur. "We already had sex like you
wanted," he says, trying to sound strong but failing spectacularly with his voice wavering, "You
can leave now."

He stands up, but Sukuna grabs him by the wrist to keep him in place. The sorcerer stubbornly
keeps looking forward, fist tightly shut and shaking. Sukuna gently lowers his hand towards it,
fingertips sliding underneath the curled fingers that hesitantly give way to them.

"It's gonna be my first time confessing to someone. I ain't romantic so it's gonna be terrible. You
sure you don't wanna hear it?" He gives a small, nervous chuckle. "We can make fun of it later,
over a cup of carbonated sugar."

Megumi's fingers twitch lightly at the words. He stays silent and unmoving, before sitting down
without looking back. Sukuna bets he just doesn't want to show him his face. The curse doesn't
release Megumi's hand, sitting up properly to rest his chin on the sorcerer's shoulder.

"I don't think you're wrong about this whole thing, you know. What I feel for you probably isn't
love, but it's what I wanna call it."

Megumi makes a small sound to question him without using words, and Sukuna can just picture
what kind of face he's making, torn between pain and confusion, with his eyebrows knit together, a
scowl, and his cute little nose scrunched up. The curse closes his eyes, smiling softly against
Megumi's shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent.

Yeah, this boy is definitely worth the humiliation of talking about feelings.

"I wanna be with you. I wanna keep you close, and erase anything that may threaten you. I want to
monopolize you, claim you, make you mine for eternity, no matter whether you want it or not.
That's the kind of love I feel for you."
Megumi's hair tickles his cheek as he turns his head around, and Sukuna opens his eyes to meet the
sorcerer's. He has small tears clinging to his eyelashes, and red cheeks and nose. "Why are you
telling me that? Are you trying to stop me from killing you?"

"No," the curse replies, "I just thought you should know. It's only fair, since you told me your side
of the story."

"Well, I don't believe you."

"You don't have to. Now come lay down with me, it was comfortable just now."

Sukuna goes first, back plopping down on the mattress. Megumi watches him silently for a
moment, expression unreadable, before settling beside Sukuna just like they were before, with his
head on the curse's shoulder and an arm thrown over his chest. The curse embraces him this time,
burying his nose in the surprisingly soft spiky hair to relax.

"...I didn't think you'd be a cuddler," Megumi mumbles.

"I'm a lot of weird shit when it comes to you."

"...you're cute."

Sukuna stares wide-eyed at nothing in particular, jaw slacked. "Now that's something I've never
heard before. Maybe I pounded you too hard? Your brain must have dislodged."

"You just confessed to a sorcerer. You're the one with the dislodged brain."

"I thought you didn't believe me?"

Megumi's silence tells him all he needs to know - he just doesn't want to believe it.

"Maybe I wasn't too clear with how I said it," Sukuna mumbles softly, running his fingers slowly
up the sorcerer's back. "I love you too, my Megumi."
The fingers on his chest curl into a fist. Sighing, Megumi rolls over to be on top of him, chests
pressed together and foreheads touching. "What does that mean? In a practical sense."

"It means I don't care if you want to kill me. I won't let you. I'll get my body back and make you
my spouse, so that everyone knows who you belong to," he replies truthfully, taking one of
Megumi's hands into his own to intertwine their fingers. "You liked the tattoos, right? How about
an engagement ring made of my ink?"

"...these go on the other hand."

"You didn't say no," Sukuna teases with a smirk, but still wonders why there would even be a right
hand for putting a fucking ring on. Whatever. "That means you accept it, right?"

"I don't wanna be a widow before I'm twenty," Megumi complains. He's still not refusing it,
Sukuna thinks. There must be a way to convince him, but he doesn't have much time to think
because of the-

His eyes widen, a lamp lighting up inside his head.

"Let's make a Binding Vow," he says decisively.

"...what?"

"After Itadori eats all my fingers," he begins, licking his suddenly dry lips, "We're probably gonna
clash; after all, I have my plans, and you have yours, and neither of us are giving up. If you win, I'll
do anything you say. You can control me however you like; make me your pet, I don't fucking
care. But if I win, you're gonna marry me, and I'll turn you into a curse when you die."

"...you really want to do that one, don't you?"

"Eighty years is too short a time to be with you. I want you for no less than forever."
Megumi purses his lips, looking away in embarrassment. "...so. We should, uh. Let's just marry
either way. That sounds like a good plan."

Sukuna smiles. Megumi's so adorable when he's being honest.

"Alright. Whoever wins, gets to marry the other, and listen to whatever they say," Sukuna
simplifies.

"Fine. These are good terms." Megumk sighs. "I knew you just didn't want me to kill you."

"Naturally. I can't be with you if I'm dead."

Of course, it would be easier to just take the boy by force, but if he did, he knows there would be
no round smile curling his Megumi's lips, before the sorcerer hides it on the crook of his neck with
the warmest of laughs.

Sukuna steps out of the bathroom with a yawn, lazily rubbing the towel over his wet hair. He spots
Megumi sitting on the veranda just outside the bedroom, feet on the grass, concentrated on his
phone. The curse drapes the towel over his shoulders, slicking his hair back with his fingers as he
moves to the short doorway, sliding the paper door further open and ducking to go through. He
almost drills a hole into the shoji paper with his fingers as he touches the wooden frame to help
maintain balance. God damn it. It feels good, having his body back, but he'd forgotten how shit it
is that nothing's scaled to his size.

He reaches the black haired sorcerer from behind and sits down with his chest against Megumi's
back, huddling over him like a blanket, both pairs of arms sliding around his slim waist and chin
resting on top of his spiky head to spy what he's doing on the phone.

"...engagement rings?" he asks, tilting an eyebrow. "Weren't you looking these up before I went to
take a bath?" ...on a tub that was ridiculously small, too. For fuck's sake. He's gonna have to start
fighting for tall people's rights or some shit.

"I wouldn't be taking this long if I could find a ring that fits your finger." The sorcerer grunts. "I
think I'll have to order it custom-made."
 "I don't get why I can't just make one like yours," he mumbles with a scowl, removing Megumi's
hand from his phone to caress his ring finger. The black ink around it looks good, damn it.

"Because this one was a gift from you. Shut the fuck up and let me find one to give you."

"You're so cute when you're aggressive." Megumi looks up to scowl at him, but it just makes him
look cuter. Sukuna kisses the scar on the corner of his lips, smiling. "You know, I was thinking…
if we're gonna go through with this, I want you to give you my name."

"Uh. Ryomen Sukuna?"

"No. My real name."

Megumi's eyes shine. Sukuna buries his face on the sorcerer's neck, pressing a kiss against the
warm skin. His tiny body feels just as good against Sukuna's own as he had imagined, before the
whole shitstorm with the sorcerers went down. It was difficult getting where they are, but things
are so perfect now it was really worth every second of the hassle. Bathing in Megumi's warmth, the
curse embraces him tighter.

"Megumi Fushiguro... I offer you all that I am, and all that I will ever be," he whispers. "My name
is--"

Chapter End Notes

--JOHN CENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...no, not really :'D No idea what Sukuna's name might have been, if he even had one.
He may as well have been called 'the hot dude with the four arms' and I'd be okay with
it.

That said, it's been a goddamned HONOR and a pleasure bigger than eyeing monster
Sukuna's naked abs. Not sure if the ending was good (I really fucking suck at these, as
you've definitely noticed) but I did try! :'D I just always end up making it super corny
and stupid. Just, damn it, picture big boy Sukuna living with Megumi in a cute
japanese-style house, complaining about how everything's small all the time. And
Megumi ended up getting a scar just like Toji's, because I said so. (ILY TOJI) I tried
making the result of their vow ambiguous but no ideia if it worked. If it did, which
was your chosen victor? Sukuna, or Megumi? Let me know! :D
 I'm actually working on a big boy Sukuna x Megumi fic at the moment, canon
universe too (how could I resist after writing that little epilogue??) but it should take a
while 'till I publish that. It's gonna be called 'In Your Shadow', so keep an eye out for
that! (shameless self-promotion)

Meanwhile, I finally got the GoFushi thing going on and I ACTUALLY LIKE IT,
WTH? Here it is:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31646330/chapters/78316649

Sorry for the long-ass note, but to finish it off, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! All of
you. Your support was incredible, and I laughed way too much with your comments.

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