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Megumi nearly collapses, hands going to his knees as he pauses to catch his breath. He wipes the sweat and blood from his brow before staring down at the crumbling curse before him.

How long had this battle gone on for? He feels like it’s been hours since they’ve arrived at the location— an abandoned church tucked far into the woods. The building itself was barely holding it together, and now that they’ve smashed through walls and floors fighting that curse, Megumi is sure it’s bound to collapse soon.

But before that…

He watches the last of the curse dissipate and in its place sits one of Sukuna’s fingers.

This makes number 15, Megumi thinks. He picks it up, examining the charred mummified flesh.

“Everyone alive?” He calls out then coughs as he shakes the dust from his hair.

This fight had been hell.

His shoulders feel bruised, his face is sporting a nasty cut across his cheek, and there is definitely a hole in his side where the curse had stabbed its long talons through him. He’s more worried about the others though. It was a hard fight and had lasted so long they must be just as exhausted if not more so than he was.

He turns to find Nobara kicking aside a broken pew that had been flung at her. Her jacket is shredded to hell but he doesn’t see any major wounds. She steps over a broken table and rolls her shoulders.

“Fuck this! I just bought this damn thing!” She growls before shrugging off the remnants of her jacket.

“You okay?”

She nods. “Never better. That thing was annoying but it wasn’t nearly as strong as some of the others we’ve faced.”

“Speak for yourself.” He glances around for Yuuji. “Hey Yuuji, are you alive over there?”

A large chandelier flies across the room as Yuuji stands. He lets out a loud shout as he limps over from where he had been thrown after landing the finishing blow.

It takes everything for Megumi not to respond in a gasp at just how bad he looks. His hands are covered in blood, his head busted open, and his left leg is turned enough it looks broken.  He’s badly wounded but…Megumi can see the wounds hiss and bubble with black mist until they’re completely healed. Even his hand, which looks to have been crushed, pops back to life without so much of a scratch.

“Creepy as hell.” Nobara grimaces and Yuuji laughs in response.

“I’m just happy I can control him enough to heal myself. Though I think it pisses him off.” He scratches his cheek. “Sorry I can’t be of much help with you guys though. Healing myself is easy but trying to heal others is a whole different ball game.”

“I wouldn’t want it anyway.” Nobara says. “What if you mess up and give me a third arm or something.”

Megumi laughs before holding up the mummified finger. “Think you can handle it?”

Yuuji smiles at him, a frustratingly bright sight in contrast to the destruction around them. It’s a smile that seems to make this dark night a little brighter. Yuuji had that type of effect.

“I am kinda hungry.”

Megumi scrunches his face in disgust. “Oh please, this isn’t a snack. We’ll get some real food before we go home.”

Yuuji takes the finger and pops it into his mouth.

“Fried chicken….” Nobara drools. “Or pizza. Or sushi. Shit I’m hungry for anything.”

Megumi rolls his shoulders. “Well, I’m not particularly picky. As long as it fills me up, I’m fine with it. Though with us looking like this, maybe we should head home first and shower. Or order some delivery. What do you think, Yuuji?” He looks to his friend and freezes.

Yuuji stands stiffly, eyes wide, hands clenched so tightly into fists Megumi sees blood dripping from his palms.

“Yuuji?” He steps toward him, grabbing his shoulders. “Hey! Are you okay? Talk to me!”

Nobara steps beside him. “Hey, idiot! Snap out of it and come to your senses!”

When Yuuji gets like this, it’s usually because Sukuna is talking to him. Damn that king of curses! Megumi would be happy once they found a proper way to exorcise him. Ideally a way that doesn’t involve Yuuji’s death.

“Talk to me, Yuuji.” Megumi’s brow furrows. “C’mon, say something.”

He watches with bated breath as Yuuji’s eyes finally meet him. There is pain in them. Pain and horror.

Yuuji grunts, taking a large step back as he holds his head. “M-Megumi, run.”

Megumi blinks. “Nobara, call Gojo, now.” There was no point in hesitating. If something was up then it’s best to have someone stronger here. Just in case.
“Right.” She quickly grabs her phone and steps away as Megumi goes to Yuuji’s side. Or at least he tries to, the moment he’s close enough Yuuji pushes him back. His face has twisted into a mix of terror and joy. Half of him was already covered in the familiar black marks of Sukuna’s tattoos.

“RUN! You have to run right now! Please!” Yuuji says again, his voice turning deep and raspy. “Please Megu—Megumi he’s gonna—Ah!” Yuuji collapses to the ground screaming. “You’ve gotta get out of here now!” A growl escapes him. “No! Don’t you dare. I’ll kill you before you get the chance to hurt h—-ah!!”

Megumi pauses briefly. He doesn’t want to run. Doesn’t want to take his eyes off of Sukuna. If Yuuji couldn’t get control back, who knows what sort of rampage the curse would go on. No… he couldn’t run. But he couldn’t fight either. He’s already worn out from the earlier fight, and by the looks of it, so is Nobara. They didn’t have a chance to best him and certainly not to beat him.

What should they do? What would Gojo do?

“Shit.” Nobara shoves her phone in her pocket. “No service. What the hell do we do now?”

Megumi grinds his teeth. “I’ll keep him distrac—”

“No way, hero. You think I’m letting you have all the fun.” She widens her stance and bears her weapon. Megumi does the same, using what energy he has to summon a divine dog to his side.

The dark room suddenly feels so much darker. Was it just his imagination? The moon had been shining so brightly when they arrived in this place. Now there seemed to be a shadowy veil hanging over everything around them.

After a long beat of silence the sound of soft laughter fills the room. Yuuji’s body shifts, straightening itself. Megumi sees the change in him. He’s taller now, wider. His shoulders are broad and his jaw seems a little less soft. Another laugh escapes him, then another…and another, each one louder than the last until he’s thrown his head back and it’s no longer Yuuji that stands before them…

They just needed time. Time for Yuuji to regain control.

They could do that. They had to.

“My my…what have we here now.” Sukuna's face twists into a smile. “Patience truly is a virtue.” He stretches his arms up wide. There is the sound of a pop, then a crack that comes from him. The curse hisses as the skin on his sides split open and another pair of arms pop free from bloody flesh.

Megumi’s blood runs cold. With every finger Sukuna was growing more and more powerful. He’s beginning to look closer to what the images of the past depict. Even his presence has a different air. A pressure Megumi can feel deep within his core. It’s overwhelmingly powerful. Sickening.

But…Yuuji had him under control and even when the control did slip, it was only momentarily. Just long enough for Sukuna to make a snide comment or two before Yuuji wrestled the control back.

It’s never felt like this though. As though Yuuji is truly gone and only Sukuna remains.

“We’re totally screwed.” Nobara says to him.

“Yuuji will take back control.” Megumi replies with a wavering confidence.

Sukuna laughs, cracking his knuckles before ripping what remains of his shirt off his body. “Yuuji? I don’t think he’s coming back any time soon.” He crosses all four arms. “That stupid boy thought he could control me? Steal my power? He should know by now he only lives because I allow it.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls his focus into his breathing, calming his heart and sharpening his senses. He’d need them now more than ev—

A hand grabs the back of his shirt and pulls, tossing him back into a pile of broken tables and chairs. He feels their sharp edges against his skin. Sukuna stands there, smiling wickedly.

“Rather than fight you should prostrate yourself to me Megumi Fushiguro. It will be far less painful if you’re compliant.” He reaches out at him.

The long tongue from Toad, one of his shadows, wraps around Megumi’s middle,  pulling him back and out of the way. In the same moment, Nobara sends four nails into the curse’s hand.

Would it be better to keep him at a distance? Was hand to hand combat more effective?

“Don’t give up before it even starts.” Sukuna teases. “Come at me, both of you. I could use a nice warm up.”

“Warm up?” Nobara hisses. “Let’s kick this guy’s ass, Megumi.”

He nods then brings his hands together. The ground around him opens up with shadows.

Megumi snaps his finger as rabbits pour from the center. Nobara opens up with another barrage of attacks as well. Nail after nail goes flying, exploding the moment they make contact with flesh.

Megumi knows this won’t be enough to hurt him, but hopefully it’s enough to draw his attention. 

As the wall of rabbits and explosions obscure Sukuna’s view Megumi runs toward him. He jumps through the wall, ready to attack but his heart drops when he doesn’t see Sukuna trapped within.

“Shit!”

“Above you.” Sukuna’s voice calls to him and Megumi looks up just in time to avoid another blow. He spins on his heels and brings his leg up for a kick, but Sukuna smacks it away with ease before another hand grabs his throat and tosses him high into the air. 

Megum shields his face from a direct hit. 

“Megumi!” Nobara sends another flying nail in Sukuna’s direction, this one imbedding itself in his leg before exploding with cursed energy. The force knocks Megumi away and he manages to land without breaking anything.

Sukuna’s attention turns to Nobara. “That woman is ruining our fun, Megumi. Should I get rid of her for you?”

“No!” Megumi tries to grab him but in a flash of black Sukuna is behind her. She’s barely made a step and then suddenly she’s being lifted into the air by the back of her blouse.

“Filthy piece of shit!” She spits, spinning around and kicking as hard as she can, only for another arm to grab her ankle and squeeze tightly enough that Megumi hears a crack. She screams in pain.

“I’ve always enjoyed taming the wild ones.” Sukuna smiles. “Yuuji is so kind as to deliver this meal directly to me.” A free hand creeps up her thigh. “Tell me, have you tasted a man before?”

“Eat shit, creep!”

Megumi surges forward with his shinigami before leaping into the air and aiming a kick toward Sukuna’s head. Anything to get his attention away from Nobara.

Instead of dodging like Megumi expects, the king of curses tosses Nobara at him. He barely manages to switch his form and catch her, but when he does he takes a giant leap back into safety.

It doesn’t last long, as soon as his feet hit the ground Sukuna is rushing them. He’s faster than the last time they encountered each other and Megumi already knows he won’t be able to dodge in time. With not much of a choice, he tosses Nobara aside and holds his ground.

The blow takes all the breath from him. One fist connects with his middle, knocking him back before another one is thrown toward his head. Megumi manages to block that one, though it feels like he shatters his arm in the process. The pain is almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“Yuuji! You have to snap out of it! I know you’re in there!”

Another punch to the gut. This time Megumi grabs him before he can pull away, using the same force of that punch to roll backwards and toss Sukuna to the ground. In that moment, his dogs and their massive jaws clamp down on two of the arms while Megumi pins the second set. He straddles the curse, spitting blood from his mouth as he uses every ounce of strength and cursed energy he has to hold him down. It’s foolish, and Megumi is prepared for Sukuna to quickly fight back— but he doesn’t...He remains pinned and smiling, revealing a sharp set of canines.

“Very very good Megumi. Using my own strength against me. Simple yet effective. Though I can’t help but notice the lack of cursed energy flowing through you. Did that insignificant curse truly tire you out?”
“Shut your mouth and switch with Yuuji.” Megumi glares.

“Switch? Oh I don’t think so. Yuuji Itadori thought it would be that easy to use me to his heart's content. But he only uses what I allow.” he laughs. “Poor fool thought he was getting stronger.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve been helping your dear friend. Healing his wounds, giving him power…just a little though. Just enough to make him think he has control.”

Megumi’s expression hardens. “You…let him drop his guard.” Shit. All this time they've been thinking that Yuuji's gaining control. They’ve been feeding him fingers with confidence. “You’ve been holding back just to take control now?”

“I did. I can be a patient man when I want, Megumi.” He sings the other’s name.

“Enough.” Megumi growls. The divine dogs he’s summoned tense, biting down harder and drawing blood. “Nobara, get out of here now.”

She struggles to stand. “No! I’ll help. I’m not leaving you here alone with him.”

“You can’t fight with that leg. So go get Gojo. I can hold him off until you get back.” he tries to sound confident enough to at least be believable.

He knows Sukuna won’t kill him. He’s not stupid. Though he doesn’t know why, he knows Sukuna gets more pleasure out of tormenting him than killing him. Nobara is a different story. He’d kill her or…do what he’s done to so many women in the past. Megumi will not allow either, even if it kills him.

“Go!” He yells and she does.

“Don’t you dare die before I get back!” She screams, and Megumi listens carefully until he hears her footsteps fade.

“Poor girl…think she’ll make it in time to save you?” Sukuna stares and Megumi meets his gaze with a glare. “Or will I get to have my way with her before she reaches civilization.”

“Quiet.” Megumi winces as pain travels through his head. He feels something warm and wet trickling down his nose. The taste of metal is all too familiar at this point in his life.

“Pushing your limit already? How utterly disappointing.” He pushes against Megumi’s grip. “That body of yours seems to always be at its breaking point when you and I cross paths.”

Megumi is already far past his breaking point. Right now he’s running on nothing but fumes. Fumes and sheer will. If Yuuji didn’t gain control soon then this was likely to be his last few moments alive.

”Let Yuuji go.” Megumi demands as long shadows stretch across the ground. With quick ferocity they jut out and bind around Sukuna’s ankles and wrists, and though Megumi can feel them weakening within moments, they’ll have to be enough for now. “I won’t ask you again, let him go!”

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “We’re finally alone together and all you want to talk about is that brat? What a turn-off.”

“Shut up!”

“Honestly, you should have run when Yuuji told you to.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You would be if you knew what I had in store for you.”

There is a sudden stillness that sends an icy chill down the sorcerer’s spine. A brief moment in which all goes quiet around them. Something has shifted. Megumi can sense it in the air, prickling against his skin. His instincts burn hotter than anything he’s ever felt before and in that moment of heat and fire he feels deep down in the pit of his stomach that he is going to die…

The divine dogs whimper then yelp before suddenly imploding in a blast of blood and flesh that covers the sorcerer. Megumi can feel the bits of bone and clumped fur sliding down his skin. Dark red blood soaks through his clothes and hair. Emerald eyes go wide as the whips of shadows retreat back into his own. 

No.

NO!

His body tries to move but once his hold on the king of curses is gone, the monster grabs him. Two hands wrapped tightly around his waist, holding Megumi there on top of him and preventing him from moving. He expects pain, anticipates it, even closes his eyes to prepare for it. A blow to the stomach or a stab through the chest... When neither comes he slowly and cautiously opens his eyes.

Sukuna stares at him intently. Rather than pain, Megumi feels the pads of thumbs gently massaging his stomach.

“That’s a good look for you, sorcerer.”

Megumi tries to bring his hands together. Tries to summon anything at this point. But Sukuna’s second pair of hands grab his wrist, keeping his palms mere inches apart.

“You’ll kill yourself if you strain your powers like that.” Sukuna says, though there is no concern in his voice. Only amusement. “I’d hate to see you die such a boring and pathetic death.”

Megumi can’t win. He can’t fight. All he can do is hold out the hope that Yuuji will break free.

“Yuuji,” Megumi swallows, staring directly into red eyes. Maybe he could get through to him. “Listen to me Yuuji, you have to fight him. I know you can do it. You’re stronger than he is. I trust—”

“Again with the brat? Everytime you speak I feel him clawing away at me.” Sukuna laughs. “He’s desperate. Which makes sense considering I shared my intentions with him moments before switching. Now he’s thrashing about and begging me to spare you. It’s quite romantic. Perhaps I should devour you slowly, let him taste you at least once before I destroy this city you sorcerers seem to love so much.”

Megumi’s jaw clenches.

He’s playing with him. Dragging out the exchange to make Megumi panic. He wants to see him break. “Save the dramatic villain speech. If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.” He can’t stop the tremble of his body as Sukuna’s hands squeeze him tightly. The curse sits up quickly, pushing Megumi to the ground this time, slotting between his legs and pinning his arms above his head. He fits both the smaller male's wrist in one massive hand.

Megumi sucks in a breath.

“Now why would I kill you, Megumi Fushiguro? It would be such a waste.” He leans forward, brings his face down into the crook of Megumi’s neck and breathes in his scent.

“W—what the hell are you doing…”

“You still haven’t realized?” Sukuna drags his tongue across his throat. “I thought it was obvious.” His tongue dances across his pulse, then up his jaw before he plants a gentle kiss to his ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Megumi.”

If this was supposed to be some kind of sick joke, it wasn’t funny. Megumi growls and turns his face away. “That’s not funny. Get off of me. Now!”

One of Sukuna’s free hands grabs his chin to hold him in place. “Quiet.” He forces his lips upon Megumi with a sudden hard and violent kiss. The taste of blood and spit is sour and he tries with all his might to turn away from. When that doesn’t work he bites down hard on the other’s lips, though that only seems to encourage Sukuna, who roars viciously into his mouth. He doesn’t relent, even when Megumi targets his tongue, biting clean through it until mouth fills with the foul taste of the curse’s blood. It’s only when he starts choking that Sukuna pulls away, tongue healing instantaneously as he licks his lips.

Megumi pukes out the blood, gags on it, eyes tearing up as he scowls.

Sukuna chuckles. “Careful now. Don’t spoil the mood before we even begin.”

“I’m a man.” Megumi says, heart thudding so heavy in his chest he can’t catch his breath. He had been ready to fight. Ready to die. He wasn’t ready for whatever this was.

“I am keenly aware. Not that it matters. You think I haven't tasted a man's hole before?”

Megumi reddens as he strains against Sukuna’s grip. He has to get out. He has to escape! He needs to think of something. Anything!

“I must say though…it’s been quite a while since I've tasted anything at all. That Yuuji is positively foolish to let such a delicacy go to waste. He should have broken you in a long time ago.”

“Shut up.” Megumi’s blush deepens.

“I’ve had to sit back and watch it all. Those pathetic glances you exchange. The lingering touches…” Megumi feels a hand on his waist. “I tried encouraging him. Practically begged the brat to fuck you himself. Hell I was happy to give…instruction on the best way to ruin you.” He returns to Megumi’s neck, sucking on the skin while a hand slips beneath his shirt.

“Get off of me!” Megumi tries to scream only for the sound to be taken from him with another kiss. This one more passionate than the last.

“If I’m honest, I knew I had to have you the moment I first laid eyes on you. One way or another, I would have you beneath me, writhing in a plethora of pleasure and pain.” Another kiss. “The brat could have had a taste but he’s a coward. So I’ll be helping myself while he watches.”

“Go to hell, bastard.” Megumi spits at his face and the king of curses glares.

“Such disrespect. You should feel honored for catching my attention in such a way.”

“Honored? Who the hell would be honored by this?”

“During my life many would beg for the opportunity to lay with me. But only those who caught my eye would ever get the chance.” He leans back on his heels and Megumi can feel eyes moving down his body. “Villages would sacrifice their most beautiful women to me. In hopes that it might spare them from my fury. As I’m sure you’ve read I had many dalliances. Never a bride though. Never found one I thought my equal. Never one I wanted to seed, fitting enough to carry my child within them.”

Megumi feels sick as the hand beneath his shirt pauses on his stomach.

“Stop…Enough of this, Sukuna.” He…couldn’t possibly be implying what Megumi thinks he’s implying.

“That young curse was a nuisance, but his technique was quite impressive. To think touching the soul could be such an asset. I never would have thought to use a power like that for such things but here we are.” He draws small circles around his navel, and Megumi’s body flinches in response.

Young curse?

He could only be referring to one.

“Do you understand now, Megumi Fushiguro? Why Yuuji so desperately wanted you to run?”

Sukuna leans back enough to bring a hand between them, pulling down the front of his pants and licking his lips as two erect cocks spring out from behind the fabric. Both large and red with anger, their tips glistening with pre. Thick black stripes wrap around the girth. “I can’t say it more plainly. I’m going to impregnate you. A blessing for a blessing.”

Emerald eyes widen and Megumi once again pulls at his hands to try and wedge them free. “You’re insane. You’ve completely lost your mind!” He forces out every bit of cursed energy that remains in his body, willing it to take shape. To do something. Anything ..

But all he has has fizzled out a long time ago. He’s completely spent. Completely defenseless.

“You can’t do this.” Megumi glares.

“Oh I can’t?” He rubs the tip of his cocks against Megumi’s middle. The mere size of them…it’s enough to make Megumi’s stomach turn. “It may be a tight fit but we can make it work.”

“I’ll kill you!

“Our little union will be quite the miracle.”

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.” Megumi repeats over and over again. He kicks and screams and curses.

“You don’t like the thought?” Sukuna strokes himself and Megumi can only continue to watch as the shafts harden and twitch. “I can see it now. Life growing in that little body of yours.” He shudders with a smile.

“Stop it!” Megumi summons every ounce of strength to finally wrench his hands free. He’s free for only a moment before he’s grabbed again. This time Sukuna flips him, pushing heavy hands against his shoulders and preventing any movement.

“Come now, don’t be scared.” Sukuna leans over him. “How about I be gentle with you? How would you like that, Megumi?” He purrs in his ears.

“Go to hell!”

Sukuna laughs behind him as fingers rake themselves through dark locs before gripping tightly at the root. Megumi hisses but then silences himself when he feels the prodding of something heavy against his rear.

“Perhaps you prefer it rough then? I should have guessed.” He yanks Megumi by the hair, hard. Enough to make his scalp burn. 

“I—I’ll kill you!” Megumi chokes out again and Sukuna releases his grip on him.

“Will you now?” laughter fills the air. “If you feel so strongly then I suppose you deserve the chance. And I deserve a bit more foreplay.”

The weight on Megumi’s back lifts and he hesitantly turns to see Sukuna standing. At that moment their eyes meet.

Death.

Megumi sees his death in those eyes. He’s nothing more than an injured prey looking into the eyes of a hungry predator.

He wouldn’t escape this. Not with his life. Sukuna will kill him.

The king of curses smiles.

“Run.”

He doesn’t give Sukuna a chance to speak again. Megumi stands and darts away, out of the ruins of the church and into the darkness of the forest. As beaten and broken as his body is he runs. Runs hard and fast between dense wood with no thought of where he’s going, only how far he can go. If he runs hard enough, he can make it. Sukuna may be powerful but he still wasn’t at full capacity. The more Megumi can drag this out the better. 

But what exactly was this ? What the hell was happening?

Sukuna was trying to— He wanted to—
How?

It was impossible, right? No matter how powerful a curse Sukuna is, he isn't Mahito. He can’t change another person’s body….Could he?

Shit.

The two had interacted, and though it’s doubtful Mahito played teacher to the King of Curses it wasn’t impossible was it? But that’s not how those techniques work! Right?

Megumi struggles to breathe as he runs. He had poured every inch of his energy into the fight and now he has none to run away with. But he has to. He has to get away from Sukuna.

He clenches his teeth as he ducks beneath a gnarled branch then takes a sharp left. He just has to keep some distance between them.

“Keep running, rabbit!” Sukuna calls from behind him.

If he can just get to town he could—

No. He can’t head into civilization. If he did it would put innocent lives at stake. But where does that leave him?

Megumi’s eyes strain through the darkness. Maybe he could hide?

No, not that either. He’s covered in blood, leaving his traces on everything he passes. Sukuna would catch his scent in a heartbeat.

Water!

He needs to find a body of water to—

“Too slow.” Sukuna’s voice echoes behind him.

A hot whip of air passes by his face, burning the tip of his left cheek before smacking against the tree in front of him. It explodes on impact and Megumi goes flying backwards. He lands on his back, knocking his head against the cold hard ground. Everything around him spins and his vision flickers with black and white spots as he pushes himself up.

He can’t stop here.

He can’t!

Megumi cries out as he forces himself to run again. He only gets a few feet away before Sukuna appears in front of him, all muscle and might. The energy seeping off of him is palpable. Not even a hint of Yuuji remains.

“You’re making this too easy.” Sukuna laughs

Megumi turns on his heels and makes another attempt to run. He gets not even a full step before Sukuna grabs the back of his shirt and launches him into the nearest tree. It splits, Megumi’s body crushing through it before he goes tumbling to the ground.

It hurts. His whole body aches all over. The wound from his first fight is nothing compared to the pain he feels now. Like he’s been hit by a truck. He’s almost certain his ribs are broken and his arm isn’t doing well either. His fingers are tingling and his head feels like it’s being wrecked by a hammer.

“I thought you were going to kill me?” Sukuna taunts as he leaps toward him.

Megumi scrambles, rolling out of the way before the curse stomps into the ground. The earth quakes upon contact and Megumi once again is battling his own body to move. He’s reaching his limit, his consciousness on the verge of fading, but he manages to stand and move slow but painful steps.

Sukuna gives him no grace, he lunges for him again and this time Megumi darts to the left, sliding under a fallen tree and taking off in that direction.

More time.

More time.

He just needs more time.

Lungs burning, the sorcerer drags his body further away. Sukuna’s laughter follows him.

“Too bad. Seems the little rabbit couldn’t escape the wolf afterall.”

Hands breach through the darkness. Four powerful arms grab him, yank him off his feet before slamming him back into the ground with such ferocity it knocks the wind right out of him.

He can’t move…He can hardly even breath.

“Well that was fun wasn’t it?” Sukuna sings as he towers over him. He claps his hands with a satisfied smile. “Too bad we have to cut it all short.”

“You bastard.” Megumi coughs, blood spraying into the air, as he struggles to catch his breath. Sukuna crouches down beside him on the ground and wipes the blood from his mouth with a gentle caress.

“So how should we do this, Megumi Fishiguro? Do you wish to fight me still? Or are you ready to spread your legs willingly?”

“Go to hell.”

The response earns him a growl. “Suit yourself.”

Megumi can only watch with shallow breaths as the other man begins tearing through his clothes. Megumi tries to fight him off, but he rips through the fabric like paper until Megumi is bare and whimpering.

“Beautiful and broken.” The curse admires. 

“You’re a monster.”

“You’re the one that’s going to be carrying this monster’s child.” He moves between the sorcerer’s legs, spreading his thighs while Megumi tries to kick him away.

“Defiant until the end. That's what I love about you, Megumi. All that bite.” He licks his lips, stroking up the other’s legs. “All that potential.” He places a tender hand on Megumi’s middle.

“W—what are you doing? Wait.”

“This may feel uncomfortable for a moment.”

Megumi bites down hard on his lip as his belly bursts with heat. He can feel energy coursing through him, gathering like a ball in his gut.
“S—stop!” Megumi closes his eyes as the uncomfortable heat travels southward between his thighs. “Please!” It hurts. He feels his organs shifting inside his body. The wrongness of it… Something twisting and turning inside him against his will.

“Just bear with it a moment longer.” Sukuna gently massages his stomach, though it offers little comfort. “A womb is essential for this consummation. As is this…” His right hand forces itself between the boy’s legs and Megumi flinches, eyes going wide as he jerks up and stares down at himself.

He’s horrified. Everything looked different and wrong. His penis was still intact but his testicles were no longer present and in their place…

“I’ve taken the liberties of changing you down here too. No need for a functional cock. You weren’t getting much use of it anyway.” Sukuna breathes in satisfaction as he presses a finger against the newly formed mound. “Your cunt on the other hand…I’ll be breaking it in for you.”

Tears fill Megumi’s eyes as the heat finally subsides and Sukuna immediately slips a finger inside him.

There is no gentleness to it. No intent to arouse but to prove. A curious prodding that burns and has Megumi grabbing his attacker’s wrist with both hands. “D—don’t!” He pulls and pleads for him to stop. It feels too strange. Bad. Painful. Like a sharp stinging sensation inside him. As though something is scraping against his insides. “Take it out!”

Sukuna doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even flinch. “You’re only making this harder on yourself. If you can’t take a single finger how do you expect to take something bigger, huh?”

“It hurts! Take it out!” Megumi bites and Sukuna gives him an amused look before taking the digit out. Megumi nearly sighs with relief until Sukuna spits on his hand and uses it to lubricate two fingers. He pushes the digits inside by force as Megumi’s body tightens around them. The pain is unbearable. Though maybe that’s on purpose. Maybe Sukuna wants it to hurt. He wants Megumi to suffer. He gets off on it.

“Bastard!”

“If only I had more time I’d ravish you properly. Make you squirm and squirt on my tongue before splitting you open. But we have no such luxuries today.” He stretches his fingers inside him. “I’m afraid today you will hurt and bleed.” He leans close to him. Kisses the tears from Megumi’s eyes before two of his free hands hook under the sorcerer's knees and push. Megumi flops back, face reddened at the exposed angle. Sukuna’s eyes alight with curiosity and Megumi tries to shield himself from the gaze and from the intruding fingers rubbing against his insides. Each movement is heavy and exploratory. Painful. Aching as they stretch him open.

“You should try and relax, my little rabbit. Let yourself enjoy the sweet pleasure of being filled by me.”

Enjoy? How can he be expected to enjoy this?

And then Sukuna grazes his fingers across something that makes his skin prickle. He stiffens completely as Sukuna meets his eye.

“Oh…did that feel good?” He teases, rubbing against the spot again and making Megumi squirm under the touch.

“Stop it. It feels strange and—ah!” His mouth falls open in a quiet moan as the curse repeats the action with a more gentle touch. Megumi can feel his…sex quiver. A foreign sensation. He tries to close his legs but Sukuna is too strong. “Please! W—wait!”

His pleas are promptly ignored and the fingers continue their work. Megumi isn’t sure if he should call it pleasure but something akin to it creeps upon him. The start of a tingling. The push of the fingers inside of him glides easier and he can feel a wetness that wasn’t there before. 

Sukuna whistles. “There we go. All that talk and now you’re drooling for me properly.”

Megumi is going to be sick.

“Why don’t you come for me, blessing. Let me see your face when you fall apart on my fingers.” 

Megumi whimpers, gut going tight as something in him flutters. He can feel himself clenching down on the fingers. He can’t stop it. He can’t stop that tingling from intensifying.

It’s as though electricity was shooting through both sexes at the same time. His cock twitches, hardening as Sukuna’s pace quickens. A forced arousal that pulls a sob from Megumi’s lips and angry tears from his eyes.

The sound of wet squelching followed by Megumi’s own labored breathing is nauseating. It feels good. His body is beaten and broken and yet pleasure rapidly fills him.

“Please stop!” Megumi begs again.

“You were so fearless in the face of a fight. Yet here you are begging to be released from pleasure? I won’t allow it.” He wraps a hand around Megumi’s cock, stroking it in time with each thrust of his fingers. “Come for me.” Sukuna’s voice is deep gravel. Commanding. Final.

Megumi comes hard… body twitching as the orgasm is forced out of him. An orgasm unlike anything he’s felt before. His whole body trembles. His new sex pulses in time with his heartbeat. His back arches off the ground as his mouth falls open in a pleasured cry he can’t hold back.

The immediate shame he feels is immeasurable. If there was any hope for some semblance of pride to be left, it was gone in a singular second.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Megumi cries.

“That’s a good boy…”Sukuna continues, strumming him through the final waves of pleasure, before pulling two soaked fingers free. Megumi once again tries to close his legs but the curse does not allow it.

“Don’t get all shy on me.” He licks his fingers clean. “We haven’t gotten to the main event yet.” The hunger behind his eyes returns.

This was happening. No one was coming to save him. Yuuji wasn’t breaking free.

The reality makes his heart drop into his stomach. Something in his mind clicks which he can only describe as a fight or flight response. And what other choice does he have but to fight?

As Sukuna tries to turn him and get him to his knees, Megumi fights. He screams, pushing and punching and kicking. He scratches and hits. Anything to try and get away. Until he feels a strike against his face with such force it damn near stuns him.

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice loses its playful luster. “I may be smitten with you Megumi Fushiguro but my patience is running thin. As is our time.”

Megumi holds his hand against his bruised face. “Sukuna…please…don’t do this. I don’t know what you hope to accomplish through this but— ”

Sukuna responds with a kiss. A gentle one against his bruised cheek before bringing their lips together again. “It’s going to happen whether you like it or not, my blessing. So cease this foolish tantrum and spread your legs.”

A cold silence falls between them. Megumi is too scared, too stunned to speak another word.

“On your knees.”

“B—but—”

“I said enough with that whining. Between you and the brat, you’re beginning to drive me insane.”

Yuuji…He could see. He could see everything Sukuna does. Everything he’s going to do.

He’d never forgive himself. Yuuji would break and Sukuna would dominate his mind.

He can’t allow that to happen.

Megumi swallows hard. With slow careful movements he brings a hand to Sukuna’s chest. “I don’t want him to see.”

Sukuna raises a brow.

“I don’t want Yuuji to watch this.”

“Considering this is his body I’m violating you with, I don’t think he has a choice.” He laughs. “Besides, I want him to watch. I want him to see me take what he didn’t have the balls to.”

“Please, Sukuna.” Megumi tries not to cry further. Tries not to show as much fear as he feels clawing away at his insides. “You can do whatever you want with me. All I ask is…is that you don’t let Yuuji see.” At this point the chances of Yuuji taking control were low. Even lower if he’s being forced to watch this all happen. If he was going to break free, he needed to focus on that, not Megumi. “Please.”

Sukuna stares at him for a long moment before breathing out a sigh. “When you ask me with such a broken expression, it’s hard to say no. But I can be a giving husband.” He closes his eyes for a brief second then opens them. “He may very well choose to break the screen I’ve put over him. But for now at least, it’s just the two of us.” 

Megumi lets out a relieved sigh.

“I’ve done what you’ve asked, rabbit.” Sukuna pushes a hand between them and thumbs Megumi’s clit. “Now spread your legs for me.”

Megumi swallows hard before he leans back on his hands and slowly spreads himself.

“That’s what I like to see.” Sukuna crawls to him. He sits between his thighs for a long moment and simply stares. Admires.

Disgusting.

Megumi can see the monster’s arousal tenting through his pants.

“Scared?” Sukuna pushes the fabric down to reveal himself.

“Y—you’re not going to put them both in are you?”

Sukuna laughs as he lets his cocks sit against Megumi’s stomach. Their weight is nauseating. “Is that what you want?”

“No!” Megumi shakes his head, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

“But you can take them. I know you can. This pretty body of yours has potential.”

Megumi twitches as Sukuna presses a cockhead against his pussy. Swiping his slit with it before rubbing it against Megumi’s own arousal.

A deep growl reverberates through the curse’s chest. Hunger. Want. It all but drips off of him. 

“You must forgive me Megumi Fishiguro. I’d love to be gentle. Breed you properly. But I’m afraid today I’m going to hurt you.”

Megumi whimpers, teeth clenching as the cockhead pushes against his entrance. It’s so much bigger than his fingers. It doesn’t even compare.

“You’re going to hurt and bleed and tear and I’m going to continue fucking you until your womb’s bursting with my seed. Do you understand me?” Sukuna kisses him tenderly, an unwelcome gesture that Megumi turns away from. He doesn’t want this fake affection. He just wants this to be over with.

Sukuna barely pushes past his entrance before pulling out and rubbing against his slick again. Teasing him. Making his new cunt twitch and leaving Megumi in fearful suspense. Megumi opens his mouth to speak, to protest the foreplay but Sukuna interrupts.

“Deep breath.” The curse warns only once before suddenly thrusting himself inside.

Searing pain burns through Megumi. A feeling like nothing he’s felt before. The feeling of being split open. Of hot searing pain like a hot poker ripping apart his insides. He can’t hold back the tears that fall in thick droplets down his cheeks. Or the pained cry that falls from his lips. Or the way his body protests the intrusion as he begins crawling back and away from the curse. But Sukuna grabs his hips, keeps him there in place as he sinks another inch inside him, giving Megumi little choice but to simply take it like a spear through his stomach.

“I can’t take anymore.” Megumi gags. Arms trembling as pushes at Sukuna’s chest. “You have to stop!” It’s too much. He’s too big. Megumi’s stomach is too full.

“You have no choice but to take it, baby.” Sukuna leans his body over him now. Kisses his neck while strong hands find his chest and squeeze his breast.

Sukuna hisses as he pushes forward again, forcing his way through tight heat until his cock is seated completely inside him. “Fuck.” He kisses Megumi’s shoulder. “Fuck that’s good.”

Megumi’s body tears. He knows it does. Sukuna’s cock sits high inside him, pressing itself against his belly button. Before he can protest Sukuna pulls himself out, empties Megumi’s belly and offers barely a moment of relief before he’s pushing his way back inside.

“It hurts…” Megumi chokes on a sob. “Please, wait!” He’s given no time to adjust. No time to breathe. Nothing but the painful glide of heavy heat pushing its way into the deepest parts of him. Sukuna fucks him like a dog in heat. Each thrust of his hips coming down harder and faster than the one before.

“I know, baby.” Sukuna kisses him. “You’ll get used to it.”

Used to it?

The thing inside him is a weapon.

Megumi’s heart pounds harder. He’s going to die. All the fights he’s been in. All the enemies he’s faced. The horrors and monsters that he broke his body to defeat. Only to be raped to death by the king of curses while the smell of sex and blood hangs in the air around them. Megumi would lose consciousness if not for Sukuna quickly pulling him up into his arms.

“Don’t faint on me, Megumi Fushiguro.” He brings him plush to his chest so that he’s seated on Sukuna’s thighs, bouncing on his cock by force. “Wrap your arms around me.”

The new position is worse than the first. Humiliation. Rage. Everything Megumi feels he conveys with his eyes.

Sukuna continues his assault, fucking him hard on his lap before pushing him back into the ground on his hands and kness, mounting him like an animal. Violent thrusts and heavy pressure makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re nice and loose for me now.” Sukuna sings as he pulls out completely. “Let’s reward your efforts, shall we?”

Immeasurable pain splinters through him as the king of curses forces both cocks inside him. No warning. No additional preparation. Just brute force. Megumi loses all strength in his body. He collapses, eyes swollen from crying and hands digging into the dirt so hard he feels his nails breaking.

He’s going to die. This is going to kill him.

As Megumi feels himself going faint his only savior is the thought of his friends. Moments of laughter and bliss. Moments of pain shared between friends. Moments he can lose himself in to escape the vile atrocity being done to him. Moments like Nobara dragging him to shopping malls to carry her bags. Her laughter as they go out for food. Memories of himself and Yuuji spending time sparring or watching movies together. Yuuji’s voice calling his name…

Yuuji.

Yuuji.

Yuuji. 

“Yuuji...” Megumi whimpers.

The sting of nails digging into his sides pull him from his thoughts. The thrusts stop and Megumi shouts as Sukuna flips him onto his back again to face him. The curse grabs his chin hard and squeezes. “I can forgive your insolence and tears but if I ever hear you call another man’s name out again while I’m fucking you, I’ll rip your tongue out of your head.”

“I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Megumi cries. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” The squeeze of his hand intensifies. It feels as though he’s trying to pull his jaw off. 

“I am. I’m sorry.” He pulls at Sukuna’s wrist.

Is this what it’s come to? Megumi begging pathetically. Anything to appease the monster on top of him.

“Show me then.” Sukuna begins to move his hips and the stinging pain returns. “Let me hear you call out my name.” His hand goes gentle, tilting Megumi's face so that he’s forced to meet his eye. “Call for me with that sweet little voice of yours.” These thrusts are different from the last. These thrust are slow, deliberate. Less like a wild animal and more like a lover, the pain finally easing and turning to a numbing throb. 

“Say my name.” Sukuna breathes against the crook of his neck. 

“S—Sukuna.” Megumi swallows.

“Again.” He kisses him, trailing them up his jaw. Megumi’s body trembles as the deep thrusts quicken.

“Sukuna.” The slow drag of Sukuna’s cocks against his insides makes him moan. A sound which he immediately regrets.

“You like that, huh? All that crying you did and now you’re moaning for me.”

“N—no.” He says between sharp gasps. “I hate this. I hate you.”

“Liar.” Sukuna sits up, leans back on his haunches and grabs Megumi’s hips. “You’re all wet down there, sucking me in and begging for my seed.” He grunts between thrusts. “Well I’ll grant it to you. I am a benevolent god after all.”

Megumi cries out as Sukuna buries himself to the hilt. Slams himself so hard inside Megumi it knocks the very breath from him. The curse holds his hips securely, making certain to keep their bodies plush as he grinds himself into Megumi’s womb. Megumi feels every push, every painful thrust. Each one pulls another sob from him. Both lengths twitch against his guts. Once, twice, three times before something hot and heavy begins filling him. Megumi’s stomach goes taunt. Full. Sukuna truly breeds him. Fills his stomach with his seed until his body can’t take anymore. Until his cunt is squirting with the sticky mess his womb can no longer hold.

“How does it feel, Megumi? To be bred by a king.”  Sukuna strokes his thigh and licks his lips in satisfaction. When he finally does pull out, it’s with a loud squelch. “You’ve done an excellent job taking me.”

If Megumi could fight he would, but he can’t move. Every inch of his body feels as though it’s been beaten. He’s tired, hot, and he hardly has any feeling left in his lower half.

That doesn’t stop him from pushing the curse away.

“Get away from me.” He can feel his belly turning with even the smallest of movement.

Why him?

Why was this happening to him? Why were all these terrible things always happening to Megumi? Would he really be pregnant with this man’s child? Was he going to be forced to bring Sukuna’s child into this world?

No. He can’t. He won’t allow that kind of monstrosity to exist in this world. He’d die first.

Sukuna takes a moment to carefully stroke the expanse of his stomach. “This child will be a blessing. A prodigy. Consider it a gift from me to you.”

He really thinks he’ll let this thing grow inside him? In what world would Megumi let that happen? “I’ll kill it.” Megumi curses, looking at Sukuna with all the fire he can muster. “I’ll kill it before it gets the chance.”

Sukuna’s eyes go dark. “Kill it and I’ll just have to put another one in you.”

“Monster.”

Sukuna laughs before leaning in for another kiss. A kiss Megumi refuses. “It’s been a pleasure, rabbit. I’ll be looking forward to our next…” the curse suddenly drops his head, body goes completely still before falling to the ground with a heavy thud.

Megumi takes the chance to scurry back despite the pain. He tries to stand, but the loss of feeling below his waist has him stumbling back down to the dirt. He watches the curse’s body twitch for a moment before slowly settling. 

Sukuna— no Yuuji stirs. He blinks, then slowly lifts his head. Megumi doesn’t dare meet his eye. Shame, fear, hatred, every emotion spins in circles inside him.

If Yuuji speaks he doesn’t hear it…He doesn’t hear anything at all…Megumi is completely broken.