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Megumi frowns. Rehabilitation? He must have misheard.
“Rehabilitation?” he asks, to double check.
“Exactly that!” Gojo beams. “This one’s a special case, but I know you’ll do superbly.”
Megumi slips his tongue in front of his teeth, sucking on his gums. Before they got here, Gojo had given him the impression that this job would be a normal one.
Rehabilitation is not normal.
“That isn’t in my job description,” he reminds the other man.
“Pssh. You’re a trainer! Rehabilitation is a form of training.”
Training and rehabilitation are vastly different disciplines, as Gojo well knows. Megumi trains dogs—puppies, to be precise, for the special forces—which is worlds apart from re-educating rescues. They require different skill sets, equipment, and energy that Megumi simply doesn’t have.
Megumi’s most recent litter flew the nest about a month ago, so he had been looking forward to bringing home another one. He’d followed Gojo to the kennel quite merrily, blissfully unaware that the other man had been feeding him a lie.
“Alright,” Gojo concedes. “So it’s slightly different from normal.” He elbows Megumi in the side as though they’re fellow co-conspirators, not colleagues who ignore each other’s wishes and waste their weekends. “Besides, I know you love a challenge.”
A challenge. So that’s what Gojo is calling it?
The dogs are apparently older, injured, and severely dangerous, rescued from an illegal fighting ring. Nothing like the animals Megumi normally deals with. Looking after rescues is not exactly a walk in the park—it’s more like a wrestle in a pit. He can’t handle a task that would need an entire team to tackle. And besides, there are other people far more suited to this task than him. Why on earth Gojo decided to ask Megumi to do this is beyond him.
He clears his throat. “I don’t do that kind of work.”
“Make an exception!”
Megumis is as stubborn as Gojo is delusional. “No.”
“Aww, come on.” Gojo pouts. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that suggests something else is afoot. It is a truly despicable sparkle. “At least have a look at them before you turn them down. We came all this way.”
Megumi hates that he’s curious enough to want to see them.
“Fine. But I won’t change my mind.”
Gojo positively beams. Megumi is instantly filled with regret.
…
The kennel is bright, clean and organised; Megumi feels almost guilty walking across the scrubbed floors of its reception. A citrus disinfectant attempts to mask the smell of the animals, but their warm, comforting scent lingers beneath. Megumi hears them through the doors, chirping away. He has been to this kennel before—they treat their animals right.
They enter the door at the back, through which they find the office. It is both cluttered and organised, with papers, cages and toys occupying every available surface. A few more doors lead from this room—Megumi knows the medical bay and bathroom, but has never been through the third one, behind which they meet the rescues.
The reaction is instantaneous. Twin snarls rip through the air, razor blades in Megumi’s ears. He flinches on reflex, heart pounding like an animal on the run. There’s a flash of bared teeth; exposed gums beneath muzzles. Chains, tied to harnesses, manacling two creatures to the floor of their cage. Wiry muscle and matted fur, bald patches and healing wounds, claws, claws, claws.
Two pairs of eyes: one red, one gold.
Megumi has seen enough.
He leaves the room, walks out of the kennel, and heads outside. Clutching his arms around his body, his nails dig into his biceps. He takes a tight breath, straining air into his lungs.
Gojo is not far behind him.
“That didn’t take long.”
Megumi suppresses the shudder that wracks his spine.
“They’re not dogs,” he grits out through the bars of his teeth. “They’re hybrids.”
Gojo, the absolute monster, smiles.
“Is that so?”
Anger seizes Megumi’s muscles, locking his jaw, rendering a response impossible.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we even bothered asking you, seeing as you don’t do rehabilitation, and you’ve never worked with hybrids before. But everyone else we brought in here was either scared shitless—or genuinely thought they were dogs.”
Megumi curls his upper lip. “You’ve been calling them dogs.”
“They kind of are, now.”
“How could you–”
“Allow me to explain.” Gojo silences him with a sharp look. “These two have been fighting in rings for years. Before we rescued them from this one, they were locked in a different one, smuggled out before we could save them.”
He buries his hands in his pockets, his face a mask. Gojo is either inappropriately cheerful, or terrifyingly blank; there is no in between.
“They were forced to keep their animal shape; kept in cages so small they couldn’t shift. They’ve been dogs for so long, Megumi. We don’t know how much human is in there, anymore.” His eyes return to the kennel, as though piercing through the layers of concrete to the creatures within. “They are utterly unrecognisable as hybrids to almost anyone who sees them. But you could tell with just one look.”
Megumi doesn’t think it says as much about him as it does about everyone else who walked through that door and failed to see their humanity.
“I’ll speak plainly,” Gojo continues. “We don’t know if they can’t change back, or won’t. But we do know that they’ve been through hell, and deserve the care of someone who will treat them with respect. They need help, Megumi. Your help.”
Megumi loosens his grip on his biceps, dropping his hands to his sides. His lungs deflate and his shoulders slump.
Gojo doesn’t need to lay it on that thick; Megumi made up his mind the moment he saw those eyes.
“I’ll do it. I’ll help them.”
...
Before the hybrids move in, there is admin to do. Paperwork, it would seem, makes the world go round. Hybrid legislation is, understandably, much more intense than it is for animals; it turns out that Megumi is technically becoming their legal guardian. He doesn’t know how he feels about it.
While everything is being processed, he prepares for their arrival and does his research. He learns that the hybrids are twins who answer to the names of Sukuna and Yuuji, with no traceable surname or family connection. Sukuna is allegedly the meaner of the two, but Yuuji’s bark is apparently just as big as his bite.
There is very little information on fighting rings; it’s kept under lock and key. So Megumi pulls rank as a special forces trainer and demands access. He does not like what he learns.
It goes without saying that all fighting rings are bad—unimaginably so—but the ones that use hybrids are undoubtedly the worst. Because hybrids have human levels of intelligence, they make for smarter fighters. This results in more entertaining fights (if one finds desperate, inhuman cruelty remotely entertaining) and significantly more death—since hybrids, unlike animals, can understand the consequences coming for them if they lose a fight.
Megumi discovers that Sukuna and Yuuji were rescued from a ring where, at the end of the night, one side would reign victorious—and the other wouldn’t be breathing anymore.
Like so much of what he’s learned recently, Megumi tries not to think about it.
He busies himself with studying hybrid care, brushing up on rehabilitation techniques, and organising his house. It’s situated on the outskirts of a village, a thirty minute drive from the nearest store. The property is all that was left for him when his father died, and is far too large for one person; he normally fills it with the sounds of puppies.
He wonders what the hybrids will make of it.
First, he tidies his yard, reinforcing his walls and double checking that his gates are secured with a coded lock. He does some gardening; weeding, planting and trimming, and instals a large kennel. Then he moves onto his house.
He doesn’t know how long it will take the hybrids to move inside, or whether they’ll choose to stay outside forever—but he wants them to have the option. There’s a room dedicated to animal care on the ground floor, but housing them in that space doesn’t sit right with him, so he prepares two bedrooms instead.
Both rooms are built in a traditional style, with tatami matting, sliding cupboards, and futons on the floor. They smell like sun-warmed wood and hay, from the flooring. For all Megumi knows, Sukuna and Yuuji will opt to share a space, but he figures they can decide that for themselves.
He buys fresh towels and bedding, stocking up on the finest pet food in addition to buying inappropriate loads of meat and produce. Everything is invoiced to Gojo as an expense. The thought of his face upon seeing the bill soothes his frantic nerves.
The morning the hybrids are due to arrive, Megumi has nothing left to do. He has sorted and re-sorted his kitchen, bathrooms, and interior countless times already. He has trimmed his verges bare and watered his plants close to drowning. Pacing up and down his hallways, he circles his house like a creature on the prowl, antsy with agitation, glancing endlessly at the clock.
He’s overthinking. Should he coax the hybrids back into human form, or not bother—and let them stay as dogs forever? Hybrids are as much beast as they are human; life without one half seems to him incomplete. But it isn’t his choice to make.
Sukuna and Yuuji arrive just as he decides to re-organise his pantry for the tenth time that week. They’re unconscious, heavily sedated, and muzzled.
Megumi must lose control of his features, because one of the handlers says:
“You’re gonna want to keep those muzzles on. They bite.”
The team unload the pair into the kennel, tie them up, and wish him luck on their way back out. Megumi thinks he needs that more than he does the muzzles.
When the scratch of tires has faded into nothing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the trees.
How long will it take for the hybrids to wake? When will Megumi next know peace?
He squats at the entrance to the kennel, peering in. He didn’t get a good look at them when they met, but now, he takes his time, running his gaze over them slowly, absorbing every detail.
They’re huge. Easily the biggest creatures Megumi has ever taken care of. Standing, their heads probably come to his waist. He can’t imagine how big they must be in human form.
Their fur is sandy blonde, almost strawberry in the afternoon light spilling through the kennel windows. It’s shorn short where their skin is stitched together with thread, downy fur just starting to grow back in. Megumi can’t work out what breed they are, but hybrids are usually such a mix that it’s almost impossible to tell. Still, he finds himself reaching out with both hands before he knows what he’s doing, feeling their fur for clues. It’s coarse, but, as Megumi strokes them, running his hands over their heads and down their hides, feeling their breath enter and exit their bodies, he wonders if they wouldn’t soften up with some care.
Sukuna’s body tenses, waking beneath Megumi’s palm. Retracting his hands, he backs out of the kennel to wait a respectable distance away. He wishes the hybrid hadn’t caught him petting them, but hopes that their sluggishness from sedation will cover it up.
A growl rumbles through Sukuna’s body; battling sleep, he fights to get his eyes open. Beside him, Yuuji’s muscles tighten as he wakes as well.
Sukuna gets his eyes open first. Red as a wound, dazzling with intensity. Megumi has never seen eyes like his before. He wonders if the colour stays when he shifts, or if they fade to brown. He hopes that one day, he’ll get to find out.
Suddenly awake, Sukuna lurches to his feet, hackles raised, and shoots a snarl in Megumi’s direction. Yuuji yawns, his mouth stretching wide to reveal long canines and a wet, pink tongue, before his consciousness catches up to him and he snaps his mouth shut, jumping up to stand guard beside his brother. His eyes are golden, like a rising sun.
This is it, Megumi thinks. Here goes nothing.
“Good afternoon,” he greets, clearing his throat to keep the warble of nerves from his voice. “I’m Megumi. Fushiguro Megumi. We, uh. We met once before, very briefly. You probably don’t remember.”
The hybrids give no indication of whether or not they remember. Gojo had said they didn’t know how much human was left in them anymore, but something tells Megumi they can understand his every word.
They watch him with wary gazes, near perpetual growls rumbling from their throats like rolling traffic. The hostility doesn’t bother Megumi as much as he thought it would. If anything, he understands it—it is at least expected. He would probably be much more alarmed if they had stuck their tongues out, rolled over and started to beg. Not that he would complain.
He gestures to his garden and the house behind. “This is my house. I don’t know how much you’ve been told, but you’ll be staying with me for a while—we don’t know how long just yet. I’m going to look after you.”
A flash of something dashes across Sukuna’s eyes, but it’s gone within a second. Megumi thinks he knows what it means: he may offer care, food and shelter, but without true freedom, any home is still a cage.
“You are currently muzzled,” Megumi says. “They brought you in like that, and I am inclined to keep them on you for the time being. I would rather take them off—but relationships are a two way street. I need to be able to trust you, just as much as you’ll need to trust me. So, until we get to know each other better, they’ll stay on except for feeding.”
The growls climb higher; Megumi represses a wince.
“We can re-evaluate this policy in three days,” he says, holding up three fingers to emphasise the point. “Until then, I’m going to monitor your injuries, feed and exercise you, and show you around my house. If we can cooperate with one another, then at some point, if you want, you can even move inside.”
At this, Yuuji’s growl cuts off. He tilts his head, but Sukuna narrows his eyes. Megumi feels strangely self-conscious, and finds himself averting his gaze.
“Normally, I keep dogs downstairs. But, uh, well.” He scratches the back of his neck, which is hot beneath his hand. “You’re not dogs. And I have a big house. So, um… You each have your own bedroom waiting for you. You can share one, if you like, but I thought I’d give you the option.”
He shifts his weight, eyes darting back to the hybrids before bouncing away again. He is finding it difficult to look at them, which is bizarre, because it’s not like he’s offering anything weird. Just basic etiquette.
“You don’t have to shift to use the rooms. There are dog beds and futons in each, so do whatever you like. But—I can’t move you in until I know we can live together. Until I know I can trust you, too.”
He sucks in a breath, returning his gaze to the hybrids. Making eye contact with both of them, unblinking and determined, he tries to convey how serious he is.
“I am letting you into my home. I will work hard to earn your respect. I don’t know exactly what you’ve been through, but I do know it was hell, so I understand that this might be a difficult, if not impossible, task. That’s fine. I don’t care if it takes a while for you to trust me, and I don’t care if you can never trust again. You don’t have to. I just want you to try.”
The hybrids, he realises, are both fully silent. Watching him with guarded gazes, bodies taut as a bow string, but no longer on the brink of attack.
He doesn’t know what quietened them, but he hopes it’s a good sign.
…
Their first day passes quickly. Megumi continues explaining how things work, like bath time, which they refuse, and faces more snarling in a single afternoon than he has in the rest of his life combined. The hybrids are vicious, intransigent and perpetually angry, snapping and snarling and almost every opportunity. Megumi finishes the day so exhausted that he passes out the instant he hits his mattress—too tired even to remove his jeans.
The next day, he rises at the crack of dawn, heading down to the kennel with his medical bag in hand to examine the hybrids’ wounds. Neither of them let him touch them, snarling and backing away at his approach. He assumes that the veterinary team at the kennel must have sedated them when working, but Megumi doesn’t want to resort to that. He barters with them instead, asking them to turn around for him so he can scan their bodies from a short distance, paying careful attention to their stitches. He won’t be able to keep this up for long, but it’ll do for a day or two.
The hybrids devour the most decadent of dog foods, ignore every attempt Megumi makes at play, and spend their afternoon scouting the perimeter. They glare at Megumi when they realise they can’t escape. He is sorry for it, but not sorry enough to set them loose. They have nowhere else to go; they’re unstable, afraid, and healing. It isn’t ideal, but less than ideal situations are sometimes necessary. It’s for their own good.
Still, he hopes they don’t look at him with those eyes every day. His heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
...
By the end of the third day, Megumi still hasn’t gotten close enough to do a thorough examination of their injuries, and can no longer let it slide.
“I need to check your wounds,” he insists.
Sukuna backs away, his mouth a feral warning.
“I need to make sure you’re healing!” Megumi protests. “Please, Sukuna. I can’t take off your muzzles until I know your injuries are getting better.”
Sukuna goes silent, and Yuuji starts to whine, but Megumi doesn’t budge. He stands his ground, hands on hips, resolute—giving them his most determined expression. Leaving things any longer would be neglectful; he has to make sure they’re alright.
To his surprise, Yuuji almost immediately caves. Sukuna snaps a warning, but the hybrid ignores his brother and strides right over to Megumi, who holds his breath.
When he gets close, Megumi sees that Yuuji’s eyes are alive with fear, darting like a dragonfly from side to side.
“I’ll be gentle,” Megumi whispers, kneeling before him.
The examination is quick but thorough; Yuuji’s wounds are healing nicely. As a thank you, Megumi takes off his muzzle—promising that he won’t have to put it back on.
“It’s your turn, Sukuna.”
The hybrid refuses to budge.
“Don’t fight me on this,” Megumi warns. “What if you have an infection that I can’t see from a distance, hm? Would you let yourself fall sick, and leave your brother behind? What then?”
Sukuna barks, as loud as a slap. Megumi does not flinch.
“I’m not threatening you,” he chides. “I’m looking after you. And I know that Yuuji matters more to you than anything else—so if you won’t do it for yourself, at least do it for him.”
Another bark, but Megumi can tell Sukuna is giving in—he’s just pissed off about it.
The hybrid stalks towards Megumi like he’s holding a gun to his head, and while Megumi can understand his frustration, he still has a job to do.
Sukuna is as tense as a live wire beneath his hands, flinching at every touch. Megumi coos gentle words of reassurance, describing everything he’s checking for as he does it, going as fast as he can.
He is at Sukuna’s hind legs when he finds something he didn’t want to see.
“Oh, Sukuna,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t this hurt?”
One of the hybrid’s stitches is infected, skin taut and aching. It looks incredibly painful. Megumi is surprised he hasn’t seen him limp.
He searches Sukuna’s eyes, and sees only rubies, hard as rock. He realises it probably doesn’t hurt, not enough for a creature like Sukuna, who has suffered injuries far worse, to notice.
Sitting back on his heels, Megumi runs a hand down his face and sighs. Beside him, Yuuji paces in a loop, yipping in concern.
“It’s not that bad,” he reassures. “Just an infection. But you’re lucky I’m trained as a vet—infections are truly nasty if left untreated.” He returns his gaze to Sukuna, who’s eyeing him with trepidation. “You’ll need an antibiotic cream. I’ll have to apply it twice daily for about a week. It might itch, but you can’t lick it off. Do you understand?”
Sukuna does not react. He blinks once, slow and measured, giving no indication of consent whatsoever.
“I’m going to need you to nod, or I won’t take off your muzzle. That’s the only other way I know you won’t lick it.”
They stare at each other for a long moment. At long last, ever so slightly, the hybrid dips his head.
“Thank you.” Megumi removes the muzzle. He doesn’t miss the aborted wags of Sukuna’s tail, barely suppressed excitement. “But if I catch you licking the wound, it’s going back on until you’re fully healed. That is non-negotiable.”
...
Time passes in a blur. He thought the days would be long and exhausting, but they go in the blink of an eye. In truth, many of them are exhausting, but they’re rewarding, too. Fulfilling in a way he’s never experienced before.
As Megumi cares for them, the hybrids slowly lower their guard, like flowers gradually unfurling. Sukuna heals, and their hair grows back in. The growling is no longer perpetual, although it does still happen more than Megumi would like. He thinks it might be instinctive—after years of living in torment, they can’t quite switch it off. They’re still skittish, but seem to have learned the sound of his gait, because after a month, they no longer jump when he approaches.
The progress they’ve made seems unreal. They come when he calls, let him hose them down when they’re dirty (they’re still refusing baths), and once, Yuuji even lets Megumi brush him down. Megumi nearly cries.
Every morning, he wakes up looking forward to greeting them, and heads down to the kennel with a smile teasing his lips.
Until one day, they aren’t there. The kennel is empty. Not a hybrid in sight.
Panic instantly sets in.
“Yuuji?” Megumi cries out, voice cracking with fear. “Sukuna? Where are you?”
He had stopped chaining them down. Weeks had passed—they couldn’t breach the walls—so he hadn’t seen the point in tying them up. An assumption he now regrets, as terror washes through him like a wave.
“Sukuna–” he cries, dashing through his garden, checking under bushes for strawberry blonde tails, searching for scratches or evidence of escape. “Yuuji!”
Frantic, he changes tactics, crashing through his house to his room. He has to call Gojo, needs to hurry after them before it’s too late, before someone who shouldn’t find them does–
A beam of morning sunlight stops him in his tracks. It shines like fairy dust through a crack in a door—a door that’s never open.
The door to a spare bedroom.
Holding his breath, Megumi tiptoes forwards, pushing it ajar. The sight that greets him crumples his heart like tissue paper.
Sukuna and Yuuji are asleep on the futon, their tails curled together in an intimate braid. Their breathing is peaceful and steady, rising and falling unhurriedly. Megumi has never seen their brows so smooth, their bodies so unguarded. The moment is serene. It feels so fragile, Megumi wants to cradle it in his hands.
The hybrids stir, yawning and stretching. Megumi is too mesmerised by the sight to think he could be intruding, so he watches with gentle curiosity as they awaken, consciousness finding them slowly.
“Good morning,” he whispers, fearful that too much noise might end the strange, enchanted peace.
The hybrids huff in response; a sleepy yip from Yuuji, and a gruff acknowledgement from Sukuna.
Emotion rushes through Megumi, too overwhelming to suppress. It leaks out his eyes as tears, which pour freely down his face. Yuuji notices first and rushes over to Megumi’s feet, whining and worrying. Frowning, Sukuna plods over to headbutt his shins.
Megumi thought they were gone. He thought they were lost—but they were here, in his house, fast asleep.
Sinking to his knees, he throws his arms wide to embrace both hybrids in a snotty hug.
“You scared me,” he sniffs. “I thought–” He cuts himself off to bury his face in Yuuji’s warm neck, too full of feeling to fear rejection. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers fiercely. “I thought you were gone. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
...
The hybrids move into the house. They alternate bedrooms, but always share. To Megumi’s pleasure—and soon, horror—they become intimately familiar with all of his stuff. It begins with them rifling through the puppy supplies, progresses to them chewing on his furniture, and ends with them playing tug-of-war with his dildo.
“Enough!” Megumi bellows, when he realises what’s between their mouths. “That is not a toy!”
Sukuna releases his grip on the dildo to give Megumi a flat look. This allows Yuuji to dart to the other side of the room, dildo locked between his jaws, body wiggling with excitement.
“Okay, so it’s technically a toy! Whatever!” Megumi cries as he lunges for Yuuji. “It’s my toy, so give it back!”
They chase each other around the house, knocking over plants and bumping into shelves, Megumi wailing in embarrassment the entire time. Eventually, after Megumi is breathing heavily, Yuuji relents, dropping the item to the floor before sprinting away.
When Megumi picks it up, he finds it covered in slobber and riddled with bite marks. He sighs. He might as well have left it to the hybrids; it’s not like he wants to play with it anymore.
...
It is late one sleepless night when Megumi learns something new about the hybrids. Sleepless nights are normal for him; he typically listens to music until his brain finally switches off. But, for whatever reason, he doesn’t feel like it tonight.
Laying in bed, staring at his ceiling, he hears noises coming from outside. Whining, scuffling, grunting. He knows instinctively that the whines belong to Yuuji—but can’t place the other sounds. Besides, it’s late: What are the twins doing outside?
Megumi rises and creeps to his window, peering out into his yard. At first, in the blue of night, he isn’t sure what he’s looking at. Then the clouds shift and a beam of moonlight illuminates his garden. He gasps at what he sees.
Both hybrids, tangled together, moving sinuously in time with one another. Sukuna, mounting Yuuji, fucking into his brother, who’s clawing at the earth in pleasure. Yuuji eagerly pushes back onto Sukuna’s cock, stuffed to the brim. Both of them, moaning in abandon.
Pumping furiously, wildly, Sukuna pounds Yuuji into the ground. His jaws clamp around his brother’s neck as he thrusts in deep, rough and fast, his knot visible with each pull of his hips, smacking against his twin’s hole.
Barely moments later, splashes of white paint the floor beneath Yuuji, who suppresses a howl as Sukuna buries his knot inside him, locking them together, hind legs trembling as he pumps him full of cum.
Megumi steps back from the window. In a trance, he returns to bed to stare at his ceiling once more.
He can’t shake the image of Sukuna’s cock spearing into Yuuji, can’t dislodge the echoes of their grunts from his head, can’t forget the cries of pleasure or the frantic pace they set. How long has this been going on for? How often do they do it? How had Megumi never realised before?
He groans. His cock is fat and wanting, balls heavy with need. It’s disgusting to be turned on by this, but his body cries out for him to touch himself, desperate for relief.
Megumi bites his tongue and frees his cock from his briefs. Fucking his fist, he tries not to think about how the hybrids might look as men, pretends that he doesn’t want them to be gorgeous, ignores his desire to feel both of them spearing into him at once.
He comes with a broken cry, covering himself with hot cum. He hopes it wasn’t loud; he doesn’t want them to hear him.
...
The next night, it’s Yuuji’s turn. He fucks Sukuna so hard he howls, eyes squeezing shut and tongue lolling out, saliva dripping in globs to the ground. Megumi watches from his window, timing the speed of his hand to the beat of Yuuji’s hips, finishing mere seconds after Sukuna comes.
He bites his tongue to stifle his moan. He convinces himself that the flavour he tastes is that of iron—not shame.
...
It happens every night. Megumi tries to act normal during the day, but finds himself blushing whenever he sees them play fighting, or feeling inexplicably turned on when Yuuji’s whines hit a certain pitch. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. It is undoubtedly fucked up. He is undoubtedly fucked up.
...
One day, Gojo swings around. Sukuna snarls and snaps, refusing to come near; meanwhile Yuuji is much more temperamental, but keeps his distance all the same.
“They’ve really improved!” Gojo remarks.
Megumi’s heart stops beating. He had forgotten he was working; forgotten that this was a job.
“You can’t take them,” he blurts. “They’re not ready yet.”
Gojo raises his eyebrows, silent as Megumi goes on.
“They’re doing amazingly, but they still have a long way to go. You can’t take them yet. Don’t take them.”
The other man tilts his head, that sparkle of mirth dancing in his eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says with a shrug. “Only you can know when your job is done. Besides, we haven’t even started looking for a home yet. We didn’t know how fast they’d change.
“Don’t start looking,” Megumi hisses. “Not yet.”
Gojo smiles. “Alright. By the way…” He looks over at the two hybrids, who are watching him from a wary distance. “Have they shifted yet?”
Megumi shakes his head. “No.”
“I wonder what they look like in human form.”
“Don’t talk about them like they're not right there.”
Gojo barks a laugh. He turns to face the twins. “Why don’t you shift, and Megumi what you look like in your other form? Aren’t you handsome enough for him?”
A flush, deep red and furious, rushes to Megumi’s cheeks. He doesn’t know what the fuck Gojo is playing at, but hates how close to home he’s hitting.
“They’re perfect the way they are,” he says. “In whatever form they take. Why are you still here?”
...
That night, when Megumi offers them the option of a bath, the hybrids finally accept.
“Really?” he asks, amazed as they trot into the large bathroom downstairs. “You’re sure?”
Yuuji nods, hopping from one paw to the other on the tiles of the washroom. Sukuna simply barks at the tub.
“Wow. Alright.” Megumi is amazed. He rolls up his sleeves, kneeling in front of the large bath to run some water, wanting it to turn warm before he plugs it up. “I’ll rinse you out of the tub first,” he explains as the temperature rises. “And then when you’re clean, you can have a good soak. You’ll like it; I’m sure.” The water is good, so he plugs it up, allowing it to fill. Rising, he turns around. “And then I’ll…”
Two men stand before him. Tower over him, in fact. Megumi is no slight man, nearly brushing six feet himself, but these two, they’re huge...
At a loss for words, he runs his eyes across their naked bodies, amazed. They are both well over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. Their skin is gorgeously tanned, marred with bite marks and scars from their battles, and their strawberry blonde hair is wild, mussed up from play.
Yuuji’s irises are still gold; Sukuna’s remain red. The former is freckled, his eyes wide and open, a searching look on his face. Sukuna’s brow is furrowed, jaw set in a tight line, a determined expression on his face.
Megumi parts his lips to say something, but words fail him yet again. His eyes have reached their cocks, and his mouth runs dry. They’re big, and swelling with arousal beneath his gaze. He realises with dismay that he’ll never manage to get what he really wants—both of them, inside him at the same time. Looking at them now, he doesn’t know if he could even take one.
“Megumi.”
He snaps his eyes back up to their faces, blushing brilliantly. Having never heard them talk before, he isn’t sure who just spoke, although something tells him it was Yuuji.
“Megumi,” Yuuji repeats, and Megumi feels proud to have been right. “Say something.”
He swallows thickly. What on earth can he say?
Sukuna snorts. “This is not the time for talking.” His twin rolls his eyes.
“We need him to say something, jackass. He looks like he’s in shock.”
“Understandable. We are shockingly good looking.”
Yuuji ignores the comment. “And if he isn’t interested, then we uh.” His eyes search Megumi’s face. “We should probably put some clothes on. Do you have any in our size?”
Megumi does not own a single item large enough for either of them to wear. The thought of them in one of his tees, its fabric stretched over their plush pecs, nipples peeking through and belly on display, makes him burst into giggles. He feels a little hysterical. He can't seem to stop.
“Are you okay?” Yuuji steps forward; concern pulls on his brows.
“Of course he’s okay,” Sukuna laughs, stepping in alongside his brother. “Look at us.”
Yuuji peers at Megumi, who, apart from the giggling, has still not said a word.
“I’m worried he’s not into this. Into us.”
“He’s been touching himself to the sound of us fucking every night for months now. He wants us. Don’t you, Megumi?”
Megumi is still too blown away by the sight, sound, and smell of the two hybrids in human form that he doesn’t have the mental capacity to be ashamed at being caught red handed. He simply nods. Sukuna is right, after all—he wants them.
The answering grin from both twins is feral. Megumi’s knees buckle in excited fear.
“Shit–”
They catch him, and lower him to the floor, which is warm with water. The bath has overflowed, its contents rushing towards the drain.
“Fuck.” Yuuji’s voice is husky. He dips his head to Megumi’s neck, taking a deep, animal sniff. “You always smell so good…”
Sukuna copies his brother, leaning in to brush his mouth along the tendons of Megumi’s throat. His tongue, warm and wet, darts out for a taste.
“Say the word,” Yuuji whispers. “And we’re yours.”
“We’ll do anything to you, Megumi,” Sukuna joins in; deep and masculine. “Anything you want.”
“I want–” Megumi hiccups, excitement bubbling out of him. “I want both of you. Now.”
The hybrids pull back, raising their eyebrows at his sudden eagerness. Megumi doesn’t like the distance between their mouths and his body. He wants them on him, this instant.
“Please–”
He doesn’t wait for them to move; a second apart is a second wasted. He surges forward, kissing Yuuji, who squeaks in shock, before melting into the kiss. Opening his mouth, he sucks on Megumi’s tongue, devouring him whole, unable to stop for even a moment. Behind Megumi, Sukuna moves away, so he tries to break the kiss with Yuuji to ask him where he thinks he's going, but Yuuji grabs him by the neck and dives back in, effectively silencing him.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Sukuna reassures as he opens a cupboard, rummaging within. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He returns to kneel behind Megumi, setting something on the floor. Together, he and Yuuji undress Megumi until he is naked between them, cock bouncing with excitement, balls tight and eager. They manhandle him so he tips forward onto Yuuji, held stable by two pairs of hands, ass up and exposed to Sukuna.
“Gorgeous,” the hybrid murmurs, kissing down Megumi’s spine. “Ours.”
Yuuji strokes his flanks and peppers his face with kisses. “We’ll make you feel so good, baby. We promise.”
There’s the click of a bottle followed by two thick fingers prodding at his rim. Megumi gasps, and Yuuji swallows the sound with a kiss.
“Easy,” Sukuna coos. “Easy now.”
Megumi relaxes, and Sukuna pushes in. He spreads him quickly, roughly. Thoroughly. More than Megumi would normally need, wider than ever before, avoiding his prostate all the while. It leaves him trembling with want, clutching at Yuuji’s shoulders, panting with desire.
“Ah–” he gasps. “I’m ready, Sukuna. Please. Hurry.”
He can feel the steel of the hybrid’s erection against the swell of his ass; he doesn’t see the need to wait any longer.
“Just a little more. You’re not ready yet.”
"I am,” Megumi insists, trying to push up and away from Yuuji’s chest to be heard. “I’m ready now!”
Yuuji laughs. “I told you he would be a brat.”
“I never doubted you.”
“Hey–!”
Sukuna grabs him by the waist to haul him up. Megumi’s eyes widen, arms flailing, but Yuuji catches his wrists, pressing a kiss to each one.
“You asked for it.” Sukuna chuckles, and lowers him onto his lap. The head of his cock nudges Megumi’s hole, blunt and dripping wet. It meets resistance; Megumi thought he was ready, but now, he isn’t so sure. Sukuna feels so big. What if he won't fit?
Yuuji shuffles closer, releasing Megumi’s wrists to help bring him onto Sukuna's shaft.
“C’mere,” Sukuna whispers, nosing at Megumi’s cheek. “Kiss me, too.”
Megumi turns his head behind him, and their lips meet, an urgent press of mouths. Sukuna sighs into the kiss and Megumi opens his mouth, eager to taste the hybrid’s tongue—sinking fully onto his cock.
“Fuck!” he gasps, breaking the kiss to inhale sharply.
“Shh, shh. You’re okay,” Yuuji reassures, nibbling on his earlobe. “You’re doing so well.” He takes Megumi’s hand and guides it to his cock, which is too girthy for his fingertips to touch when wrapped around it. A thrill of excitement runs through his heart and a moan spills from his lips when Sukuna shifts inside him, plunging deeper still.
They move together, coupling like beasts on the floor of his bathroom. Blinding, near painful pleasure spreads from Megumi’s core to his extremities, tingling in his fingertips and toes. Biting his lip, he tastes blood, and closes his eyes to bask in the bliss building in the base of his cock.
Sukuna thrusts into Megumi like he fucks Yuuji, hard and fast and deep. Rough. Pounding pleasure into his prostate from behind with every stroke. It’s almost urgent, the way he beats against Megumi’s entrance. Desperate, like he’s trying to go deeper, like this isn’t enough, like he somehow needs more.
It hits Megumi a second too late. Sukuna is a hybrid. He wants to knot.
“Sukuna, wai–”
He bullies into Megumi’s hole, popping his knot inside with such force that Megumi’s eyes roll up into the back of his skull. There’s a ringing in his ears, a shrill white noise, and his vision goes blank, body utterly limp. It’s too much, too much, too much…
When the noise fades and he can see again, Megumi realises he’s quivering. His limbs fizz with dissolving pleasure, and his stomach is painted white with his own spend, smeared by the arms wrapping around him, holding him up.
He leans back into Sukuna’s chest, dizzy and delirious. They’re still connected by the knot, and Megumi feels so full, he can hardly breathe. Through the shock of it all, he realises that he feels incredible. He has never come that hard in his life.
Gaining awareness, he notices that Yuuji is still kneeling in front of him, a worried look on his face. The floor is damp, but the running water has been switched off. Megumi wonders how long he was out for.
He then wonders why on earth Yuuji is still hard. His knot is thick at the base of his cock, ready to burst—but for some reason, he’s holding it in.
“Are you okay?” the hybrid asks, running palms up his thighs. “We lost you for a minute there.”
Megumi clears his throat, basking in the warmth of Sukuna’s skin on his. “Why are you still hard?”
Yuuji laughs. “You don’t need to worry about that right now, baby. How are you feeling?”
Megumi sighs in contentment. Sukuna kisses his neck and shifts deep inside him; he seems to feel too good for words. Megumi can relate.
“Good. Really, really good.”
Yuuji's answering smile is everything.
Slowly, bit by bit, Sukuna’s knot goes down. The three of them pass the time by kissing, running their hands over each other’s bodies, indulging in the moment together.
By the time Sukuna’s knot pops free, Yuuji’s cock is still hard and weeping, his knot as thick as ever. At the separation, cum gushes from Megumi in a rush—hybrids have a lot more to give—rim twitching as he empties. He must be gaping.
Yuuji grins. “My turn.”
Megumi’s jaw drops. He doesn’t know if he can go a second time, but fuck, he wants to try.
Together, the hybrids lift him clean off Sukuna’s cock and pass him to Yuuji, who kisses him sweetly on the lips. Reaching down, he scoops out more cum from Megumi’s abused hole, lifting his fingers and spreading them so his brother’s cum spreads like a web between each digit.
“You should taste him,” he murmurs. “He tastes really good.”
Megumi smiles, and opens wide. As Yuuji pushes the dripping fingers into his mouth, Sukuna pushes Megumi down onto his twin's cock, lining them up. Yuuji thrusts once, a brutal snap of hips, invading Megumi in one swift go.
“Ah!”
Megumi’s cock shakes. As ecstasy crashing through him, he realises he's coming dry.
“Just a little more…”
Yuuji thrusts up again, once, twice, forcing pleasure into Megumi’s core—and forcing his knot inside him.
Yuuji comes with a groan, low and coarse, dumping what feels like gallons of cum inside him. Megumi hadn’t felt it with Sukuna, he’d been too fucked out to notice, but the waves of Yuuji’s orgasm make his cock pulse with each gallon of cum unloaded inside him.
Megumi feels owned—claimed by both brothers—and he couldn’t be happier.
Afterwards, the hybrids share a bath with him, washing him clean. They order some clothes online, and settle into his bed with him for the night. In the morning, Megumi texts Gojo, telling him to give up on finding the hybrids another home. He’s keeping them.
He doesn't bother replying to Gojo's answering text.
>>So they were handsome enough, after all?