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The wind whispers through the trees, ruffling Megumi’s spiky hair gently as he lights the incense sticks in front of the main temple. There are no visitors today (there hardly ever is given their secluded location deep within the mountains), but as head priest of the shrine, Megumi carries out his daily tasks with the due diligence he has been taught to keep.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion a visitor does stumble onto the temple grounds, Megumi gets a chance for human company. Always, they ask him if he’s lonely living up here and each time, Megumi tells them the truth.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Besides, people stress him out. He much prefers the company of animals, even demons or spirits, all a common presence in the vast forest surrounding the temple.
And at that thought, Megumi hears the soft rustling of fur emerging from the bushes, and turns to greet the wolf spirit that is now approaching him.
“What’s wrong, Shiro?”
Shiro nuzzles him fondly, then pulls away and emits a low growl. Megumi raises his eyebrow.
The wild animals and nature spirits prefer to keep to the forest; it is usually Megumi who pays them a visit whenever he has the free time and not the other way round. The presence of the white wolf indicates that, perhaps, there is trouble arising that may require his intervention.
“Trouble? Take me there. It’s not an evil curse, is it?”
The wolf shakes its head, and leaps towards the opposite direction, Megumi gathering up the edges of his hakama as he dashes after it. Shiro leads him deeper into the forest, down a path Megumi is familiar with, and as they venture further, he begins to notice the growing signs of a disturbance.
There are branches snapped off the trees here and there. Every now and then, birds and small animals burst out of the undergrowth, fleeing in the opposite direction of where Shiro is taking Megumi. Something is clearly frightening the forest denizens, but if it were anything that was evil or posed a threat, Megumi’s sure he would’ve detected traces of cursed energy.
As it is, the direction they’re heading in is definitely recognizable, and Megumi realizes that this is the route to the notorious tiger demon’s lair.
He resists the urge to roll his eyes. He knows Sukuna well; the tiger demon is a powerful entity, perhaps the most powerful being in the forest, and he is a menace to anyone who isn’t named Fushiguro Megumi. Known for his terrifying temper and unpredictable tantrums, Megumi has had to step in far too many times to quell disputes between the demon and the other denizens of the forest.
And it looks like this is going to be one of those times too.
“Now what’s he mad about?” Megumi grumbles as they draw closer to their destination. But what meets his eyes shocks him, and he steps gingerly into the messed up clearing leading up to Sukuna’s lair.
It looks like a storm passed through, with entire trees snapped through their trunks or uprooted entirely, claw marks proof of the culprit responsible for their destruction. Megumi’s heart sinks. To be fair, Sukuna has been acting strange for about a month now. The tiger demon enjoys bothering Megumi a little too much; taking on a human form to visit him on the temple grounds and flirting with him while he’s trying to finish his daily chores, but ever since the last full moon, his visits have grown fewer and fewer.
He hopes Sukuna hasn’t been hit by a curse or something.
Shiro had stopped just a little ways outside of the clearing. No one else save for Megumi is brave enough to enter, and Megumi gives a little wave to the white wolf so that it will take its leave.
Shiro seems to hesitate, then it bows its head slightly and leaps away, leaving Megumi standing alone in the middle of the clearing.
And that’s when a threatening aura envelops him from behind.
Megumi remains completely still.
He knows he will not be harmed by the tiger demon. Sukuna has a strange predilection for him, even though he can be dangerous when he wants to be, so Megumi does tread carefully around the demon always.
Nevertheless, Sukuna has never lifted a finger against him, and despite his rough nature, has never been anything but gentle to Megumi.
So he stands his ground as the large beast emerges from some bushes to circle him, his red eyes never leaving Megumi’s form.
“Sukuna, what’s wrong?” Megumi asks. “Did one of the crows say something insulting? You know better than to rise up to their taunts. Or did you get into another fight with the wolves?”
The tiger doesn’t respond, but it does come closer to Megumi, its head low to the ground as if sizing up the priest.
“Are you unwell?” Megumi tries again, in a gentler tone. “Let me take a look at you if you’re ill.”
Sukuna draws near, and begins rubbing against Megumi’s clothes, circling around him slowly without breaking contact. Megumi tries to steady himself; Sukuna is huge in his tiger form, and his strength ten-fold. Although he’s not needlessly rough, even the slightest brush of his head against Megumi’s hips is enough to push him back a little, and Megumi finds his hands shooting out to grip the tiger’s fur so as not to fall over.
There’s a strange sound as his fingers curl through the thick, striped coat, and that’s when Megumi realizes it’s Sukuna purring.
Right, now that’s weird. Sukuna speaks in threats and roars, regardless of form, and Megumi scratches his ears tenderly, eliciting another soft purr from the large cat.
“Is everything okay, Sukuna? You… worry me a little.”
The tiger circles him one more time, with more low growls and purrs emitting from its chest. Megumi watches as Sukuna’s large striped tail curls against the front of his hakama, and then he feels Sukuna shift behind him as he takes on a form that is more familiar to Megumi.
Two arms wrap themselves around his torso and Megumi leans into the embrace that Sukuna is giving him from behind. He reaches up and runs his fingers through Sukuna’s frazzled hair, feeling his ears flick a little in pleasure, his tail still curled around Megumi’s lower body.
Even in his human form, Sukuna maintains a few animalistic traits. It takes less magic to hide the dangly bits, like his ears or tail, Sukuna had explained once. However, Megumi sometimes feels like Sukuna just likes reminding everyone that he’s not really human.
But in this form, there is absolutely no excuse for Sukuna to remain silent.
“You can definitely talk now, Sukuna, so why don’t you explain to me what’s going on? Why have you trashed the sacred forest like this? The animals and the lesser spirits are terrified.”
Sukuna still doesn’t respond. Megumi just feels a rumbling deep in the chest pressed against his back as Sukuna growls and nuzzles his cheek against Megumi’s temple. He still has his hand on Sukuna’s ear, and Megumi’s fingers toy with it absent-mindedly. He won’t admit it, but he does find Sukuna’s tiger ears adorable.
Then, he scratches just right at one particularly sensitive spot, and Sukuna snaps immediately.
Megumi doesn’t get a chance to say anything when he’s suddenly pinned to the ground on his back, Sukuna growling above him. His green eyes blown wide open in surprise, he stares up into Sukuna’s crimson gaze, and recognizes, perhaps a little too late, the tell-tale signs of a deep hunger contained within them.
Something hard brushes against his thigh at the same time and his heart skips a beat.
Sukuna’s in a rut.
Fuck.
“Sukuna?” He attempts to reason with him, hands scrabbling to push against Sukuna’s chest and keep some distance between their bodies. “Sukuna, wait, are you-”
“Megumi, run.” Sukuna grits his teeth, forehead furrowing with concern, as he visibly tries to hold himself back. Heat is emanating from him, he’s clearly in some pain, his breathing comes laboured. “Get away from here, before I hurt you.”
For the first time since knowing Sukuna, Megumi feels a twinge of fear.
His instincts are screaming for him to run. And at first he does, squirming in Sukuna’s grasp to get away from him, but the tiger demon’s hold is strong. Megumi pushes a few times, trying to pry Sukuna’s hands away from him, but he barely gets one hand loose before Sukuna pins him down again with full force.
“M-Megumi…”
Megumi pauses. Sukuna is trembling, whether from the pain or the stress of forcibly holding himself back, he doesn’t know, but it worries him to see the tiger demon like this. He wants nothing more than to stay and help, but the thought of what he’ll need to do scares him terribly.
He’s seen the desire in Sukuna’s eyes, every time he visits Megumi. He’s seen the depths of his fascination, every time Megumi talks about the things he likes or shows him a new technique he’s learnt. He knows the endless boundaries of his admiration, the way Sukuna says his name so tenderly, on the nights they watch the stars together, and he is aware that he has ignored these signs for far too long because he has been fearful of what this means.
The thought of what Sukuna wants from him, how much Sukuna wants him, scares him terribly.
But Sukuna needs him now, and Megumi knows, no matter what happens, that he doesn’t have to fear Sukuna hurting him.
He stops struggling at that thought.
“Tell me what you need, Sukuna. Tell me how I can help.”
Sukuna shakes his head, even as his fingers tighten painfully around Megumi’s shoulders. “We both know what I want, Megumi, but…” A spasm of pain wracks his entire being and Sukuna closes his eyes as he shudders. “I’d say it’s best you run, I stay here and wait it out, and we don’t… do anything you’ll regret.”
“What if I told you I wouldn’t regret it?” Megumi whispers.
The tiger demon inhales sharply. “No. Not like this. I’ll… I’ll hurt you, Megumi.”
Megumi reaches for Sukuna, pulls him in closer and presses their foreheads together, taking in the harsh breath Sukuna exhales as he feels Megumi’s touch on him.
“Sukuna, you will never hurt me.”
Sukuna continues breathing heavily as he lowers his head to nuzzle Megumi’s neck. “Megumi, do you know what you’re agreeing to? I will not be able to stop myself once we-...”
“You won’t have to.”
And the last of the tiger demon’s restraints vanishes at that, for Sukuna is kissing him, devouring his lips like a man starved, gripping Megumi’s body tightly and flushed against him.
Megumi has to gasp for breath in between kisses, but he barely gulps down a couple mouthfuls of oxygen before Sukuna’s lips are upon him again, drinking down every single one of Megumi’s moans and whimpers as if they were the sweetest nectar in existence.
He pulls away a little when he feels Sukuna’s hands wander downwards.
“Here?” He asks in a slight panic. Megumi might have resigned himself to accompany Sukuna throughout his rut, but he’s not really sure what he feels about doing it smack in the middle of the forest, in full view for everyone to see.
At his words, Sukuna glances up and blinks. Then he shakes his head.
“No, not here.”
Megumi is lifted into the air suddenly, and he flings his arms around Sukuna’s neck for leverage. Sukuna sweeps him up into his arms, carrying him into the cave in which he makes his lair, nuzzling and scenting Megumi as they walk further inside.
Once his eyes get used to the darkness, Megumi notices a makeshift nest in the back of the cave. It seems to be made out of fur and clothing, and it is here that Sukuna lays him down, gently, as he continues to press his nose into Megumi’s neck and inhale deeply while rutting against him.
“Are these… mine?” Megumi questions, as he pulls at one of the kimonos in the nest. “Sukuna, have you been stealing my clothes??”
“Maybe.” The tiger demon is unrepentant as he smirks and begins moving to undo Megumi’s hakama.
“You are horrible, you know that?” Megumi pouts, and Sukuna cannot resist kissing the little frown off his face. “You could’ve just, ah-... You could’ve asked and I… I would’ve given you some.”
“And would you give me more?” Sukuna breathes against his ear, Megumi stifling a shiver that runs down his spine at the warm breath ghosting against him. “Will you give yourself to me, Megumi?”
“Alright,” Megumi gasps. He’s beginning to feel hot all over too, writhing beneath Sukuna’s ministrations. “You can have me.” Through his half-lidded eyes, he sees Sukuna peek up at him, his ears flicking happily. Megumi leans backwards as he tries to get his next question out.
“S-Sukuna… How do yo-... How do you need me?”
The demon tugs at the clothing still separating their bodies and growls. His patience wearing thin, he extends his claws and slices through Megumi’s hakama so he can pull apart the kimono underneath. Megumi hisses in anger.
“Don’t ruin my clothes, you… Ahh!” His rant is cut off midway when Sukuna’s mouth closes over a sensitive spot on his inner thigh, his cries growing louder when Sukuna doesn’t stop, keeps sucking, until Megumi is begging for more.
His own cock is filling out, standing curved against his stomach, leaking precum as he props himself upwards on his elbows to try and see what Sukuna is doing, only to let out a breathy moan as Sukuna holds his legs open firmly and nips his inner thigh again.
And then a warm tongue presses against his entrance.
Megumi shouts at the sudden sensation, and then squirms a little as Sukuna keeps licking him open. His legs kick out for a while before Sukuna wraps his arms around them and holds them still, trapping Megumi and leaving him with no room to wiggle except to lie there and sob as that wicked tongue assaults his senses.
Sukuna pushes his tongue in a little, hot breath fanning across Megumi’s balls, his ears flicking against those creamy thighs as he savours his prize in glee. Megumi tries to grip on his hair, but he ends up pulling one of Sukuna’s ears instead and the demon moans at the sensation that shoots through his body at the act.
When he feels that Megumi is ready and pliant, Sukuna maneuvers him so that he is on all fours, his back against Sukuna’s chest, and snuggles him from behind. The priest is breathing heavily, his hard cock hanging between his legs and he whimpers when he feels Sukuna line up against his entrance.
Sukuna kisses the back of Megumi’s neck soothingly as he begins to push in. He wants nothing more than to slam his entire length inside Megumi’s warmth in one go, push him down into the nest and fuck him until the sun rises, but the small whimpers of pain and discomfort remind him not to be needlessly rough with his blessing.
He places another kiss on Megumi’s shoulder when the other man cries out at the feeling of Sukuna bottoming out, his cock throbbing deep within him. And then he begins to move, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forwards, building up a momentum that has Megumi wailing in pleasure when he keeps brushing past that one spot inside him.
“Megumi, you’re perfect for me no matter what.” Sukuna whispers against Megumi’s ear as one hand snakes down to wrap around his cock. Megumi tosses his head back against Sukuna’s shoulder as he feels warm fingers curl around his length, stroking him firmly.
“Suku… na.... Haa-ah…” Megumi gasps, and positively whimpers when Sukuna brushes his thumb across his leaking slit. He can barely keep his eyes open, instinctively squeezing them shut at the pleasurable waves assaulting his entire body, blinking them open to try and maintain a sense of his bearings, but he can hardly focus.
Sukuna’s tail curls around his left leg, his other arm wrapped around Megumi’s chest and keeping him upright as he continues to pound into his ass while working up and down his cock with firm, stroking motions. It’s too much, Megumi’s scent is heavenly, he wants to bite him, claim him, mate him and call Megumi his.
“Megumi,” He snarls, snapping his hips forward brutally and relishing the cry that emanates from the man beneath him. “Will you let me mate you?”
Megumi moans as Sukuna pushes against his prostate once, twice, three times. He’s hardly coherent, but he does catch Sukuna’s question in the haziness of the immeasurable pleasure enveloping him.
“M-me? … Mate… me?”
“It’ll hurt a little, only a little,” Sukuna promises. “Megumi, I want you, I need you-”
Megumi nods in his hold. “Alright.”
And that’s all Sukuna needs to hear before he increases his pace, angling his hips just right so that he can hit Megumi’s prostate every time, stroking Megumi’s cock in tandem with his thrusts because he wants Megumi to feel nothing but the utmost bliss when he finally claims him as his mate.
He’s not going to last much longer. Megumi’s tight heat is squeezing his throbbing cock, sending waves of pleasure through his heat-wracked body and Sukuna can already feel his knot starting to form. He licks at the back of Megumi’s neck in preparation, feeling the heat pool deep in his belly before he’s tipping over the edge, coming deep inside that lovely heat as he sinks his teeth into Megumi’s nape, marking him as his mate, his blessing, his love.
The sensation shoots through Megumi, and he comes with a shout as he hangs onto the back of Sukuna’s neck feebly to anchor himself somehow, spurting long strings of cum through Sukuna’s fingers still working him through the last waves of his orgasm.
Sukuna’s knot doesn’t go down for a while. His cock throbs inside Megumi, still pressed against his prostate, and Megumi whimpers as he feels Sukuna continuing to fill him up inside with thick, hot cum. Sukuna unlatches his fangs from the mating bite gently, careful not to crush Megumi with his weight, and does his best to rearrange themselves within the nest so that Megumi can rest a little while they’re still connected.
The last thing Megumi remembers before he passes out from the exertion is Sukuna kissing him sweetly against his temple, caressing him with the tender touch of a protective lover.
Megumi opens his eyes to the dimness of the tiger demon’s cave. A single ray of sunlight flits through an opening at the top, and when he stirs, he realizes that Sukuna’s arms are still wrapped around him.
He groans. His entire body aches all over, and Megumi seriously hopes that Sukuna’s rut is over already. He doesn’t know if he can handle another round.
“How are you feeling?” Sukuna’s voice comes from behind him.
“Awful,” Megumi replies. “Is it over?”
Sukuna shifts a little, his arm still wrapped protectively around Megumi’s waist. “More or less. Do you want something to drink? Or eat? I took the liberty of fetching you some food and water while you slept.”
“Everything hurts, Sukuna. I can barely move,” Megumi complains. “Are you always this rough during your ruts?”
“I don’t know, I’ve always spent them alone before,” Sukuna chuckles as he rises to go get some water for Megumi. “You should be honoured to be the first one to experience my rut together with me.”
Megumi sighs. He tries reaching for the gourd that Sukuna brings for him, but his limbs feel like jelly and Sukuna has to help him hold the gourd steady so he can drink. “I’m glad it’s over for you. At least now the forest can have some peace.”
Sukuna hums in amusement as he crawls back into the warmth of the nest and pulls Megumi into his embrace. “Of course. Until next spring, that is.”
Megumi pauses. And then he squints at Sukuna.
“Wait, so you mean we’re going to have to do this again next year??”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to frequent practice between now and my next rut,” Sukuna smirks. “But you’re my mate now, so yes, I’ll be needing your company for the next time too.”
Megumi buries his face into Sukuna’s chest and groans loudly. “You truly are horrible, you know that?”
The tiger demon curls his tail around his new mate happily, as he snuggles his larger form against the precious human in his arms.
“I know that. But you love it, don’t you?”