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The sun is shining brightly.
It feels like a mocking juxtaposition for how bleak the day has become. Yuuji used to take consolation from the sun because he was often compared to it for his bright disposition, but considering his demeanor these past few weeks, that seems like an outdated description.
If Yuuji is a dying remnant of his former being, then what is Megumi?
Yuuji looks behind him and finds someone unrecognizable from his best friend who is crumpled on the floor, skin too pale, despair and disbelief shattering his expression and most likely the pieces of his heart. Yuuji’s own heart cracks at the sight. It’s unbearable to witness.
He flits his eyes to the spot where Megumi’s sister Tsumiki—no, Yorozu—whoever the fuck that is—took off in a blur.
Just what the hell happened in the last five minutes?
It was all going according to plan. Until it didn’t anymore. What did not play out was that they saved Tsumiki from the Culling Game, Sukuna was exorcised, and then Gojo would be unsealed and free, all of which could have been possible had they—Yuuji’s brain halts. It hurts too much to think right now, not with searing pain and disappointment strangling his throat.
He heaves a ragged breath. One, two. Inhale. Exhale.
Summoning whatever skill he has to pull it off, he puts on a brave face, the best he can manage right now, then treads to where Megumi is still unmoving. Hana is already by his side, worrying and cooing to get Megumi off his knees. It’s no use. Megumi doesn’t budge despite her tugs and fretting. Denial at the turn of events weighing him down.
Who can blame him?
Megumi, who relies on his logical and methodical approaches, miscalculated. Made a wrong assumption that disrupted the entire equation.
Yuuji stops in front of him, stares down as Megumi slowly raises his head, their gazes meeting in a manner that would usually spark warmth and comfort—but now, miserable understanding. He waits a beat for Megumi to come back to himself, but the unseeing glaze in his eyes remain.
“Fushiguro, get up,” Yuuji commands, not unkindly.
For a second, he thinks Megumi didn’t hear him. But then, Megumi exhales a shallow breath and obeys, roughly shoving himself back on his feet.
Yuuji unclenches his fists, unware when his hands became like that. He doesn’t want to overestimate his role, but he likes to think he has the ability to pull Megumi back to safety, back to sanity.
Megumi takes a step but wobbles, and suddenly he’s pitching forward, unready to brace for impact. Hana’s arms extend out for him, though falling short in their attempt so it’s Yuuji who catches Megumi easily before he can fall. Hana drops her arms limply by her sides.
“It’s okay, I got you,” Yuuji murmurs in his ear, voice reassuring and soft for only Megumi to hear.
The full-body shudder Megumi gives is hard to decipher. Yuuji hopes he’s not about to cry because he will have no idea what to do. And Hana doesn’t need to see that side of him.
Even for Yuuji, he has never seen Megumi this visibly broken, his trademark stoic facade smashed to nearly irreparable pieces. The urge to shield Megumi’s face away from view, pretend the expression he is wearing now was never made seizes Yuuji in a chokehold because he knows Megumi would never want anyone to know he’s capable of making this face.
Flashing a meaningful glance at Hana, Yuuji jerks his head towards the direction they came from. He doesn’t wait for a response, shifting Megumi onto his back before sprinting off. Megumi’s hands dig into fabric and flesh as Yuuji speeds through scenery. The wind whips at his face, painful but not nearly as excruciating as it is to catch the muffled sounds of Megumi sniffling, holding back sobs, against his hoodie.
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After exchanging a few words with Hana, Yuuji heads back to the respective room he and Megumi are sharing at the hideout. Megumi is already inside, and when Yuuji enters, he finds him curled up on the bed, back turned to the door. The windows shut with curtains drawn.
Yuuji quietly closes the door and walks over to the bed, plopping himself down on the edge, his weight causing the sheets to crinkle between him and Megumi. He pretends not to notice the wet stains on the pillow but that doesn’t stop the stab of pain in his chest.
Tilting his head up at the ceiling, eyeing the cracked paint, Yuuji decides to bite the bullet.
“So, what are we going to do about your sister now?”
A suffocating second of silence.
“That wasn’t my sister,” a rasped voice responds.
“Yeah,” Yuuji says slowly, looking over his shoulder to peer at Megumi, “but that was her body, at least.” He shakes his head when Megumi remains silent. “Come on, we need a new plan. We need to find Tsumi—I mean, Yorozu and then we can—”
“What? Save her?” Megumi abruptly interrupts, tone sharp enough to behead. He pushes himself up into a seated position facing Yuuji, eyes red and narrowed into slits. “Tsumiki could be dead already. That curse inside her was impersonating Tsumiki for gods knows how long!”
Megumi is probably unaware of it, but his voice rises in volume with each word spit out. Yuuji takes it, doesn’t protest at being on the receiving end of his anger, frustration, and sheer agony at realizing another dear figure he has left in this world may actually be gone. Balling his hands into the sheets, Yuuji tries to stay calm for the both of them.
“You don’t know for sure,” Yuuji retorts, jaw clenching. He quashes the inkling of doubt in his mind.
Megumi barks out an ugly laugh. “Fine! Let’s entertain the thought that Tsumiki is alive. Okay, then where the hell do we start to track her down?! She added a new rule to cross colonies, for fuck’s sake—think about all the possibilities she could have flew to!”
“We’ve tracked down worse. It’s not going to be a problem,” Yuuji states with a determined expression. They’ve surmounted far more difficult things since the start of October to be deterred by this. His voice softens, but it doesn’t hinder the blow. “What will be a problem is if you break down on us, Fushiguro.”
In a blink, Megumi snatches Yuuji by the collar and pins him down on the bed, hovering over him with teeth bared. “Are you calling me weak?” he snarls, tightening his grip until his knuckles strain white.
Yuuji frowns. He doesn’t resist, body pliant under Megumi’s hold. “No, that’s not it. Don’t twist my words.”
“Don’t act heroic with me right now, Itadori,” Megumi seethes at him, spit landing on Yuuji’s cheek. “You don’t know what I’m feeling.”
The frown on Yuuji’s mouth deepens. Brows creasing, he gives in to the spike of irritation and grabs both of Megumi’s wrists to powerfully flip their position so Megumi lands beneath him. Gritting his teeth, Megumi struggles to break free, kicking his legs out, but Yuuji drops his entire weight on him to keep him restrained. Their faces a mere distance apart in this proximity.
“I know exactly what you’re feeling.” Sorrow seeps into Yuuji’s voice as he recalls his own experience, which feels like a lifetime ago. “You were there, remember? When my grandpa passed away.”
That makes Megumi still.
Yuuji takes that as a win to continue. “It’s okay, Fushiguro. I know you’re scared and overwhelmed right now. It’ll pass.” He cracks a slight smile, but his gaze is unwavering. “You got me here.”
Megumi parts his mouth, maybe to say something biting—but then he swallows.
Like what happened to many buildings outside, his lashing front crumbles, exposing distraught eyes and trembling lips. The strength to be strong, to remain aloof to every devastation hurled his way, eludes him. Only around Yuuji, Megumi lets himself fall and cave to his desires.
“Yuuji,” he utters his name with desperation, “comfort me.”
Before Yuuji can respond, Megumi tugs his head down and crushes their lips together in a bruising, frantic kiss. There’s no gentleness behind it, no easing into it. Megumi opens his mouth wide, moaning into the kiss as Yuuji on instinct shoves his tongue inside. They kiss as if they’re fighting each other, trying to dominate and make the other submit.
Within moments, it feels overheated, stifling with all these layers between them. A furious need to get rid of clothes propels Yuuji to break away with a loud smack. He stands to shuck off his uniform, chucking his hoodie and pants behind him before adding his boxer-briefs to the pile.
His cock bounces in the open air, hardening at the sight of Megumi writhing on the bed as he pulls his top off. When Megumi unbuckles his belt and lifts his hips, Yuuji goes to shove his pants and underwear off in one move, tossing them aside.
As soon as they’re both bare, their lips come together again with urgency fueling their movements. Yuuji swallows every whimper, moan, sigh that escapes Megumi’s lips as he relentlessly kisses the man underneath him with a single-minded focus. He knows exactly what he needs to do, to give to Megumi to make him feel rooted again.
This is far from the first time he’s done so.
It’s become a glossed over habit for them to seek each other out for solace, dropping their guards in close quarters and using their bodies as tools to escape reality—even if for a moment—when it feels like nothing makes sense anymore. At least, they can still make sense of each other, and together reach that high where bliss and pleasure intersect.
Megumi switches to sucking and biting any skin within reach as his nails rake down Yuuji’s back, etching varying marks across Yuuji’s skin that he knows will last for days. Yuuji shudders hard at the painful pleasure inflicted upon him, grinding his hips against Megumi’s in a mindless manner. He mouths along Megumi’s neck, tasting his sweat.
“Be careful,” Yuuji mutters, “don’t leave anything Kurusu might notice.” Despite his words, he licks at a sizeable bite he made near Megumi’s jawline.
“Don’t care,” Megumi moans, tilting his head to give him better access.
It hasn’t been long, but Megumi is getting impatient, the urge to get fucked growing stronger with each teasing touch. When Yuuji’s cock slides right against his hole by accident, he whines and wraps his legs around Yuuji’s toned torso, thighs squeezing in a wordless plea. Yuuji ignores it, instead chooses to snake a hand between their bodies to rub a thumb against Megumi’s leaking slit.
“Stop teasing,” Megumi cries out, bucking into his hand. “I want you to fuck me already!”
Yuuji chuckles, a dark gleam in his eyes. “Why? This isn’t a quickie.”
“Then make me come ‘til I can’t fucking think,” Megumi snaps with a feral look. He doesn’t want to be coherent and capable of thought, of remembering everything that went wrong. No, what he wants is for Yuuji to render him into a blissed out mess.
“As you wish."
Yuuji is nothing but diligent when it comes to Megumi.
He assaults Megumi’s lips with open-mouth, dominating kisses that mingle their saliva and tongue together, wet sounds echoing in the room. While he plunders his mouth, his hand makes quick work of Megumi’s cock at the same time with harsh tugs and long strokes. The other caresses smooth skin, traveling a path towards a pert nipple, twisting it until it reddens.
The overstimulation causes Megumi to whimper and lurch against Yuuji, back arching off the bed before he abruptly comes into Yuuji’s hand. He wails into Yuuji’s mouth as pleasure overwhelms him, quieting his mind and relaxing tensed muscles. It recedes too soon, paving the way for pain when Yuuji continues to stroke him. Collapsing onto the sheets, Megumi weakly swats his hand and tries to regain his breath.
Instead of wiping his hand on the bedsheets, Yuuji licks off the mess, leaving only a few fingers sticky for Megumi to suck off. He nudges a dirty finger against Megumi’s lips, shivering when his tongue laps up the remaining splotches of cum.
“Fuck, so hot,” Yuuji groans. He meant the sight of Megumi thoroughly sucking his fingers clean.
Apparently, Megumi thought otherwise. Fingering his rim, he purrs, “It’s hotter inside me.”
A laugh bubbles out of Yuuji. “You’re so needy. I just made you come, yet you’re already spreading your legs again.”
Though, Yuuji can’t deny the smug feeling of pride filling his chest as he rakes his eyes from Megumi’s flushed face, along his heaving body, and down to his spent cock. He notices some stray spots of cum, so without a warning, Yuuji shifts downwards to clean off the rest.
“A-ah! Yuuji!”
Megumi’s hands latch onto tufts of pink hair when Yuuji suddenly takes his cock into his mouth full. Like a delicious meal, Yuuji enjoys the treat in his mouth with a ravenous appetite. Megumi has a bittersweet taste, a flavor Yuuji can’t get enough of.
Soon enough, Megumi is hard again and leaking in his mouth. Yuuji is a messy eater, but he makes sure not to spill a drop. He hums as he drags his mouth up and down, listening to Megumi thrash above him while he gingerly palms himself to relieve the ache, but he won’t let himself come outside.
When Megumi’s thighs tense, trembling over his shoulders, Yuuji knows he’s close again. Generously, Yuuji allows Megumi to take over, groaning in the back of his throat when Megumi starts to roughly fuck his mouth. It’s not painless, but Yuuji has a high tolerance.
“Yuuji—” Megumi gasps, a warning, and Yuuji relaxes his jaw more, ready. With a noise mixed between a moan and a whine, Megumi holds Yuuji’s head as he comes down his throat, hips jerking a few more times. With a sated sigh, he releases Yuuji. Since Yuuji has no gag reflex, he swallows it all easily, then licks his lips.
Eyes half-lidded, Megumi watches Yuuji crawl back up to him and gives him a kiss that’s slower, gentler. The edge he had earlier is gone, temporarily replaced by a lightness that pervades his body. He relaxes in Yuuji’s embrace, his expression almost content.
“How are you feeling?” Yuuji asks, combing sweaty bangs out of Megumi’s eyes.
Megumi sighs at his touch, leaning into it. “Better.”
“Yeah? That’s good.” Yuuji presses a kiss against his forehead, about to press another against his cheek, but Megumi turns his head away.
“No, don’t get soft on me,” Megumi huffs, eyes glinting with intention. “We’re not done yet.” To prove his point, his hand reaches out to grip Yuuji’s throbbing cock that has been barely touched and rubs it against his neglected hole. Both of them moan at the sensation, sparks of pleasure shooting through them.
The urgency returns, but this time it’s Yuuji who’s more desperate. His cock is painfully hard and weeping from lack of attention. Quickly, he peels away from Megumi to rummage through the nearby drawer, flinging a bottle of lube they stashed there at Megumi. Catching it, Megumi immediately begins to prep himself.
“Shit,” Yuuji curses, frustrated as he shuts the drawer, “no more condoms.”
Megumi whines at the burning stretch he feels, pushing a few fingers past his rim as he shakes his head at Yuuji. “Doesn’t matter,” he gasps, “come here.”
Yuuji snorts. “No, I’ll come inside you.”
It’s a bad joke but it makes Megumi choke a laugh. That’s good, Yuuji thinks. He much prefers seeing Megumi at ease, letting out a reluctant smile than that expression he made earlier. Yuuji won’t say it, but he loves Megumi. That’s why he will do everything he can in his capability to help Megumi, even if that means fucking him senseless.
Yuuji uses the lube for himself after Megumi hands it back to him. Once he’s slicked up nicely, he throws the bottle to the side and moves to position himself between Megumi’s legs, placing them over his shoulders. Like this, it’s easy access and an incredible view of Megumi who’s splayed before him.
“You good?” Yuuji murmurs.
Megumi eagerly nods. “Yes, now come on,” he begs, aching to be filled, “I want you badly.”
Yuuji sucks in a harsh breath. He loves it when Megumi begs for him, unable to resist. But just to rile Megumi up more, he taps his cock teasingly against his hole, not quite going in. Before Megumi can make a noise of protest, he slams his cock in to the hilt in a powerful thrust.
Sounds of pleasure leave their mouths simultaneously.
Megumi feels amazing, so hot and tight, his body a blazing furnace to keep Yuuji warm. Yuuji gives Megumi a moment to adjust, but it’s unneeded because Megumi shamelessly wiggles his ass for more. Hips drawing back, Yuuji begins an unyielding pace with sharp thrusts, aiming for that delicious spot that makes Megumi’s eyes roll back.
An outpour of lewd noises from moans to the rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin reverberates throughout the room. Yuuji isn’t sure if the walls are soundproof, so he leans down to kiss Megumi, relishing the sounds he makes against his mouth.
Megumi squirms against him, unable to do anything but take what Yuuji gives him as he’s manhandled to however Yuuji likes. This is exactly what he asked for. Yuuji fucks him with ferocious power, not letting up despite the obvious telltale signs that bruises will bloom across pale skin from his rough handling.
The lack of air is getting to Megumi so he jerks his head away, just in time for a scream to erupt when Yuuji hits that glorious spot, opal specks flittering across his vision. Yuuji makes him feel so good, so overwhelmed that Megumi can’t close his mouth like the way he can’t close his legs around Yuuji. He’s getting fucked hard into the bed so he palms at tanned pecs for an anchor, tears streaking his face as he experiences sensory overload.
A sudden sharp knock, follow by another, slices through the heady haze in the room.
“Fushiguro, are you okay?” A muffled, worried voice calls out.
Yuuji freezes, casting a glance towards the door. He waits, unsure what to do. But then an unbidden thought inspires him. Perhaps he really is less of himself and more like Sukuna these days, because when he looks back at Megumi, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Slowly, Yuuji resumes movement. He drags his cock out, then swiftly fucks back into Megumi, watching his expressions.
“Aren’t you going to respond?” Yuuji mock-whispers, grinning.
Eyes wet and glistening, Megumi shoots him a scathing glare. That look sends an intense wave of arousal straight to his cock, and Yuuji forgoes any playing. He madly ups the pace and force, pressing tighter against Megumi until he’s bent in half. A sob rushes out between Megumi’s lips, unabashed in the air.
“Fushiguro? Are you in pain?!”
Yuuji bites his lip, holding back a laugh. He should stop moving, be sensible that Hana might be too innocent for this, but he doesn’t. Instead, he continues to fuck Megumi vigorously to see how many more incriminating sounds he can elicit out of Megumi before Hana realizes.
“I-I’m fine!”
It’s impressive how Megumi sounds only a little choked in his response. Yuuji clicks his teeth. That means he’s not fucking Megumi hard enough.
Yuuji drops down onto his forearms by Megumi’s head, then starts ramming into Megumi with brute strength that shakes the bed in tandem with his thrusts. Slanting his head, he noisily sucks at the skin underneath Megumi’s ear, knowing very well how sensitive that spot is, and smirks when Megumi keens.
That should get the message across, and it does. A squeak is heard outside the door, followed by a quick, “O-okay! I’ll come back later!”, and then the sound of scurrying footsteps.
When it seems Hana is out of range, Yuuji laughs against Megumi’s ear. He doesn’t need to see his face to know Megumi is scowling at him.
“T-that was dirty of y-you,” Megumi manages out between pants.
Yuuji raises his head to pin him with a heated stare. “Yeah, but you like it.”
The furious blush spreading across Megumi’s cheeks is proof. Yuuji chuckles darkly and dips his head again, tongue flicking the shell of his ear. Then with a hot breath, he whispers, “Bet you wouldn’t mind if I fucked you right in front of her. You probably would let me. Right, Megumi? ‘Cuz you’re a slut for me.”
The combination of unrelenting pounding and the low, sultry voice Yuuji used to speak filth sends Megumi to his peak, mind-numbing pleasure blinding his senses as he comes untouched between their bodies. More tears drip from his eyes, and Yuuji licks them away, groaning loudly as he feels Megumi tightening around him.
“Fuck, Megumi—that’s it, aah, I’ma—”
“Yuuji, don’t hold back,” Megumi urges breathlessly.
Recapturing his mouth, Yuuji kisses Megumi fervently as he fucks into him with the last bit of stamina he has, hips jerking erratically. He comes hard inside him, lodging himself as deeply as possible to ensure his cock fills Megumi to the brim. Pleasure and relief flooding his senses in powerful waves. After the body spasms end, he slumps against Megumi, uncaring of the drying cum between their skin.
Megumi groans under his dead weight. “You’re heavy.”
“And you’re moody,” Yuuji shoots back, releasing a sigh of content. They should clean up, lingering sweat and cum not exactly pleasant, but he doesn’t want to move.
Megumi gives an amused scoff. “What’s with you? That was a lame comeback.”
“Shut up,” Yuuji grumbles, face resting in the crook of his shoulder. “Can’t you just thank the guy who fucked you six ways to Sunday?”
“It’s a Friday. And it was three times.”
A wry joke or not, that kickstarts Yuuji back into action. He pushes away from Megumi to pull out, watching in fascination as his cum dribbles out of Megumi’s swollen hole like a tiny stream. His cock twitches at the sight. Arousal flaring in his gut, he feels eager to plunge back into that tight heat.
Yuuji lifts his gaze, taking in how fucked Megumi looks with his disheveled hair and tear-stained cheeks, marks littered across his body. Megumi is always beautiful, but like this, he’s irresistible. Eyes darkening, he grips Megumi’s slim waist and effortlessly hauls him over onto his front.
“W-what are you doing?” Megumi splutters, flushing when Yuuji tugs his hips up so his ass is displayed in the air. Yuuji smacks a cheek, then the other, admiring how easily red his skin turns. Megumi moans from the stinging pain.
Yuuji grins wickedly.
“Come on, Megumi. You said it yourself, I still got three more ways to fuck you.”
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Later, when Hana regroups with them, she wisely decides not to question why Megumi walks with a limp, nor the gloating expression on Yuuji’s face.