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Full lips were wrapped around his hard cock.
Suguru’s head bobbed wildly, his wet tongue hot against Satoru’s length as it rolled up and down, taking as much as it could. A delicate hand cupped Satoru’s balls, fondling them tenderly, slowly.
The alpha stood, bottom half undressed, with the omega, completely naked and working hard to please, on his knees in front of him.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Satoru purred, grabbing onto Suguru’s long, dark tresses, pulling upwards.
“Mmm…” Suguru looked at him through thick, wet lashes, drool dripping steadily down his chin. His empty purple eyes were glazed over, and his expression was relaxed if not for the thick, veiny cock taking up the entirety of his delicate mouth.
It had only taken a good two weeks of breaking him in, and now, Suguru was absolutely sinful with his lips, trained perfectly to please and provide as an omega should.
“This is what you were made for, Suguru,” Satoru said, voice husky, as he tenderly stroked Suguru’s cheek. “You were made to suck and take dick. No need to bother your pretty little head with any other thoughts.”
Satoru pushed his cock further into Suguru’s mouth, watching with satisfaction as the omega took it without a single complaint.
Pleased, he began to thrust, starting slow and then picking up speed as he went. His cock smacked against the back of Suguru’s tight, wet throat.
Suguru had no gag reflex. It was one of his best traits, if Satoru had anything to say about it.
His climax was building and Satoru thrusted faster and faster, grunting as he gripped harder onto Suguru’s hair, pushing the omega’s head forward. Satoru groaned when he felt Suguru’s throat, sinfully hot and wet, seize against his cock, his balls tightening as he came, shooting deep.
Suguru, obedient as always, swallowed, no visible complaint on his empty features.
Humming with satisfaction, Satoru pulled out of Suguru’s slack mouth, watching his deflated cock, coated in a mixture of blood, spit, and cum, with a mild interest.
Ah, he must have gone a bit too hard on Suguru’s throat.
Eh, whatever. It should be fine. Suguru was strong, he could deal with it.
Satoru let go of his iron grip on Suguru’s head and bent down, pushing the omega’s face up to meet his own. He leaned up close, taking in Suguru’s sweet features.
The omega looked absolutely debauched. He was gasping for air, eyes rolled back, facial expression slack. His hair stuck to his sweaty face, and his bruised lips shined with a mixture of bodily fluids. Flushed red were his cheeks and so were his ears.
Beautiful.
How blessed was he to be given such a gorgeous prize?
“You’re mine to keep forever,” Satoru whispered into Suguru’s ear, biting at his pierced earlobe. “You belong to me.”
Suguru nodded slowly as if in a trance, voice weak and hoarse. “B-Belong… to you…”
Satoru brushed Suguru’s hair away from his nape. His bite mark was still there, puffy and red, deeply embedded into Suguru’s pale skin, forever a sign that he was Satoru’s omega, that Satoru owned him.
Licking at the raised skin, he felt Suguru shiver from beneath him. Satoru elongated his fangs and sunk them in, a burst of iron flooding his mouth. Suguru’s blood always tasted so saccharine sweet with a slightly tangy aftertaste from his residual cursed energy.
Suguru gasped at the sharp, intrusive pain, squirming and arching his back. A flood of slick squirted from out of him wetting the tatami mat below.
Satoru withdrew his fangs and pressed a finger to Suguru’s wet cunt, rubbing the lips together. Suguru moaned at the friction, pushing himself against Satoru’s rough fingers. He was such a whore, always chasing pleasure, begging for as much as Satoru would allow him to have.
A small smile graced Satoru’s handsome features. Suguru was just too cute. His adorable, gorgeous mate and the future mother of his pups.
“You’re everything that I’ve ever wanted,” Satoru said. He placed his free hand on Suguru’s face, softly stroking the omega’s cheeks. The omega’s eyelashes fluttered in response and he pushed into Satoru’s touch.
“I love you.”
***
Suguru lived in the Gojo estate. He was tended to by the servants, though none of them ever looked him in the eye, never spoke to him unless they had to.
It didn’t bother him. Nothing bothered him anymore.
He felt like he was floating, head in the clouds. So free, so relaxed. Laying on his side, Suguru stared blankly at the wall, the steady hum of the vibrator inside him.
The futon was wet with slick and sweat, but Suguru didn’t mind. He was used to it. His alpha wanted it in at all times. The vibrator was practically another part of his body now.
He shrugged off his purple yukata and kicked it to the side. It was much too humid and hot for clothing, and he preferred to be naked anyways.
Suguru felt a wave of dizziness and shut his eyes.
What was his name again?
He couldn’t remember…
What did his alpha call him?
Suzuki? Subaru? Su…
He couldn’t recall.
Either way, it didn’t matter… He didn’t need a name. He was Gojo Satoru’s omega, his mate, the one that would bear his pups. That alone was enough.
Where…?
Where was his mate though?
Suguru pressed his slick thighs together, attempting to garner more friction from the vibrator. Satoru had forbidden him from removing said item, preferring Suguru stay wet, open, and loose. The last thing that Suguru wanted was to make his mate unhappy.
His mate…
Handsome, strong, charismatic… everything an alpha should be. Suguru was so lucky to be chosen by such a specimen, to be bred by such a man.
Suguru didn’t know much about Satoru as a person, or rather, couldn’t remember much. Even if Satoru had told him any personal information, Suguru wouldn’t even be able to recall. His mind was constantly fuzzy.
But Suguru knew he was happy. He was loved and cherished by his alpha. As an omega, that was all he needed.
He threw his head back, spreading his sticky thighs, and pressing a finger to his clit. He played with himself, thinking of Satoru, of his scent, his taste, the way his calloused hands felt when they ran down his body, how thick Satoru’s cock was when sheathed inside him.
Suguru groaned, slick gushing out of him, imagining Satoru playing with his nipples and eating him out, his hot tongue vigorously exploring Suguru’s wet throbbing cunt. The pleasure was building, hot and deep inside him. He pressed a few fingers to his swollen mating mark, envisioning Satoru's fangs piercing his neck, claiming him over and over. He came hard, moaning and arching his back, clenching down on the vibrator.
When the orgasm finally died down, Suguru laid back down on the futon, ignoring the seeping wetness that enveloped the mattress. He gave a content smile, before closing his eyes and drifting off.
***
“F-Faster!” Suguru gasped out, wrapping his legs around Satoru’s strong, muscled back.
Satoru obliged and quickened his pace, each thrust more vicious than the last, slamming deep inside the omega.
When they climaxed, they did so together. Satoru felt his knot forming and so he pulled Suguru into his arms, spooning him. Suguru purred softly, face flushed and content.
“I… love you…” Suguru whispered. “Alpha.”
Liar.
“I love you too,” Satoru replied, feeling his heart clench tightly in his chest.
Those words that Suguru had spoken weren’t real, couldn’t ever be real. This version of Suguru didn’t know what love was, had no concept of it outside of the very basic, primal meaning.
He's loathe to admit that in order to keep Suguru his, in order to keep Suguru from leaving, he had the servants mix drugs into each of the omega’s meals, ensuring that Suguru would always be in a haze. The drugs were a special concoction of equal parts aphrodisiac and sedative, a black market drug commonly used on omegan prostitutes to keep them needy, pliable, and unaware of their surroundings.
Initially, Satoru didn’t want to go through with it but he soon realized that he had to. Suguru was beyond angry the very second that he woke up. He fought and thrashed and screamed at Satoru for keeping him alive, for not ending him. He was absolutely hysterical and wouldn’t listen to anything that Satoru had tried to say to him, wouldn’t listen to any of the heartfelt words that Satoru had tried to relay to him.
It broke Satoru’s heart to see just how much Suguru hated him. In that dim alleyway, as Suguru was bleeding to death, half of his body completely non-functioning, right arm nothing more than a bloody stump, Satoru had uttered three words, words that he held deep within his heart. Those three words were ones that he had never spoken aloud to anyone, words reserved only for Suguru.
“I love you, Suguru,” he had said in earnest.
And how did Suguru respond? He laughed at him. He asked Satoru to curse him instead.
His attempts in trying to console Suguru after he had woken up in the Gojo estate resulted in nothing. Suguru wouldn’t even look at him and had shrieked at Satoru to leave him alone, that Satoru’s presence pissed him off. The one time Satoru obliged, feeling guilty about the entire situation, the omega ended up attempting to kill himself using a makeshift noose from strips of his ripped yukata.
It hurt. It felt like molten lava had been poured down his throat. He couldn’t speak. He just stood there, watching as Suguru’s body flailed around.
That night, Satoru couldn’t sleep, mind racing through a million possibilities. He tossed and turned, the whites of his eyes turning red as he rubbed at them furiously. His lungs felt like they were collapsing in his chest, the air around him thick and suffocating.
And so, Satoru made a decision, a decision that he believed would be the best option for the both of them.
Here they were, Suguru drugged out of his mind and mated to Satoru.
Suguru was absolutely stunning, a rare beauty. His skin was smooth to the touch, scent sweet and floral, akin to lavender and vanilla bean. He had a small, snatched waist and fat ass with equally thick thighs.
His natural personality was feisty, fierce and unwavering, but the drugs had melted that away, creating a perfect, needy and submissive omega.
Whenever they fucked, Satoru would fall in love all over again. He had dreamed about having Suguru since his early high school days.
But, those times when Suguru, who normally kept his head and eyes downcast, would look up at Satoru with those glazed, misty eyes, Satoru would be shaken out of his reprieve.
Suguru’s violet eyes held so much of who he was. Back during their high school days, they gleamed with confidence, ferocity, and affection. During the Night Parade, they burned with anger, desperation, and poorly concealed insanity. But now… they held nothing. The deep, dark violet had morphed into a hazy, light purple.
Satoru wanted nothing more than to see those fierce eyes again.
***
Suguru started to regain consciousness, slowly but surely. At first, he was able to recall his name. Then, he was able to figure out who exactly he was and where he was. Everything else followed suit. He was still hazy on a few details but he was working through sorting it out.
He knew that he was locked in the Gojo estate, and had been drugged beyond recognition for the past month. In terms of what day or time it was, Suguru had absolutely no idea. There were no clocks, calendars, or electronics in this room. Only a futon and a simple nightstand decorated the otherwise barren space.
The air was frigidly cold, and Suguru winced when he looked down at his bare body covered only by a thin bathrobe. One glance and he knew that he had already lost a substantial amount of weight and muscle. Where he used to have toned abs was now nearly caved inwards, his ribs showing by an alarming amount. His skin seemed close to translucent, all blood vessels easily visible. His arm was still gone, where it once was now a gnarled stump.
A realization dawned on him, an unpleasant feeling washing through the entirety of his frail body.
He was still alive. He was still breathing. He wasn’t a scattered pile of ashes or a blown up corpse.
Satoru hadn’t killed him like he had hoped. Instead, Satoru had kept him alive, mated him against his will, and was now using him as his personal whore.
With a shaky hand he reached down and pulled the vibrator out of his pussy, gasping as he did so. He stared numbly at the grotesque thing, wet with his slick.
Suguru’s world spun.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He wasn’t supposed to be here!
He slammed the vibrator onto the floor and punched a hole through the thin wall. He punched and punched until his fingers became bloody, voice hoarse as he screamed.
“What’s going on-” came a masculine voice, one of the servants that tended to him.
As soon as the beta stepped foot into the room, Suguru yanked him by his collar and slammed him against the wall. A resounding thud flooded the entirety of the estate.
In the back of his mind, Suguru was sure that more servants would be called in soon, but he didn’t give a damn.
“You!” Suguru hissed, glaring daggers at the beta, who was staring at Suguru with eyes as wide as saucers. “Get me out of here. Right now!”
The beta struggled, shaking his head furiously. “I can’t-”
“You can, and you will!” Suguru snapped. “Or else-”
He wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Suguru found himself flying back, head slamming into his futon, knocking the air out of his lungs and blacking out his vision.
When he came to, Satoru was standing above him, looking as handsome as ever, blindfold off and blue eyes cold with anger.
Turning to the servant that was gasping on the floor, Satoru said, “Leave.”
“Yes, sir!” The beta scrambled up, giving a deep but hasty bow, before running out of the trashed room.
“You!” Suguru hissed, clumsily attempting to get up with his one arm. “You son of a-“
"Suguru, calm down," Satoru cut in.
"Calm down?" Suguru hissed. "You expect me to calm down?"
Satoru smiled and reached down to stroke Suguru's cheek. "Yes."
The touch felt vile, and Suguru moved to bite Satoru's fingers only to be stopped by Infinity.
Satoru shook his head. "Suguru, for your own sake, you need to calm down.” When Suguru doesn’t respond, he continues, “You should be happy that you're even still alive. I worked really hard to ensure that you lived after that stunt you pulled.”
Suguru saw red. What kind of bullshit was this?! He had planned to die. He was supposed to be dead, not locked up and used as Satoru's personal whore. There was so much he wanted to say, but his voice hurt like hell and so did the rest of his body.
In the end, he settled on a simple, “Fuck you.”
“You’re safe here,” Satoru said, unbothered. “No one can hurt you. The higher ups and the rest of the Jujutsu world want you dead, but I won’t let them."
“I never asked for this.”
Satoru sighed. “Well, this is how it’s going to be for now on. The sooner you come to terms with it, the better. And besides, aside from me, no one will want you, a crippled and used omega.”
“I'd rather be dead,” Suguru spat out in response.
Satoru grabbed Suguru and flipped him over, face down on the mattress. He locked Suguru’s arm behind him and swiped away Suguru’s long, tangled locks, pressing crescents down onto the mating mark on his neck. He said, "I really didn't want it to go this way but you leave me no choice."
Suguru whined almost automatically, face reddening. A fresh wave of slick dripped down his thighs on and onto the mattress. He struggled weakly against Satoru’s grip, but it was no use. He was a piece of cotton trying to move a boulder.
“I’m your alpha, and your body knows it,” Satoru stated, pressing his fingers in deeper. “No matter what you say. As long as you’re alive, I own you.
“I don’t belong to anyone, least of all to you,” Suguru snapped back, fighting against his own brain that was pleading with him to submit and please his alpha.
“You don’t get a choice in that.”
“Then kill me.”
“No.”
“Then once you leave, I’ll kill myself,” Suguru threatened, glaring at Satoru. Satoru pushed his head further down into the mattress.
Satoru hummed. “I know where your ex-family is. Those two girls… What were their names again?”
“You…!”
Satoru tsked. “Play nice, Suguru~ Or who knows what will happen to them.”
“You despicable-”
“I let you run free for 10 years and gave you leeway to do whatever you wanted. You repaid me by trying to kill my students. You should be grateful.”
“Grateful to be raped by you?” Suguru sneered.
Satoru smiled in response, reaching down to touch Suguru’s sore pussy. “You should be grateful that I’m giving you any attention at all.”
“Don’t touch me!”
Satoru ignored him and shoved two fingers in, enjoying the feeling of Suguru’s soft, wet walls against the pads of his fingers.
Suguru gasped, the sensation of Satoru’s slightly cold fingers causing him to shiver involuntarily. He was already loose and wet courtesy of the vibrator.
This can’t be real. I’m in a nightmare, Suguru thought, panicking, eyes clamped shut as he thrashed uselessly, attempting in full earnest to kick Satoru away and off of him.
“Behave yourself,” Satoru threatened. “Or it will become a lot worse. I promise you.”
Suguru’s eyes flew open when he felt Satoru push his ass upwards. Suguru was now on his knees, the fresh, cold air against his backside.
Satoru’s hands were on his ass, groping the plush cheeks. His fingers dipped into the cleft of his cheeks, spreading him wide open.
“How cute.” Satoru angled his hand upwards and then brought it down, slapping Suguru hard.
Searing pain shot up his body and Suguru bit his lip to stop himself from crying out.
Unimpressed by the lack of response, Satoru slaps again and again and again. Each slap reverberated through his body, a fierce burning sensation that grew and grew with each hit. He tried to close his legs to lessen the blow, but Satoru kept him spread open. A fresh wave of slick dripped out of him, sliding down his shaky thighs.
“Wet from being slapped. Quite the masochist aren’t you?” Satoru laughed, rubbing his fingers at the slick. "How easy you are."
Suguru tried to keep his breathing steady but he couldn't help the way his heart jumped when he heard the rustling of Satoru’s pants. A sinking suspicion of what was coming next, Suguru shut his eyes in fear, attempting in vain to press his thighs together.
“You’re already so wet and loose that you don’t even need lube.”
The sudden feeling of a hot, throbbing cock sheathed in him had Suguru arching his back, gasping at the foreign intrusion. Satoru had pushed in all the way in one go, and Suguru could feel his tight balls rubbing against his sore, inflamed lips.
“You’re molded to fit me and only me,” Satoru purred.
Suguru felt Satoru shift and his eyes widened.
Satoru pulled out and then slammed himself back in. Suguru gasped for breath as Satoru started to thrust, gradually increasing his speed. He felt rough fingers gripping onto his hips, hard enough to bruise.
“A-Ah!” Suguru cried out, tears forming in the corner of his violet eyes. “Stop! S-Stop!”
Satoru didn’t answer and instead continued to thrust harder and faster, hitting Suguru in all the right spots. Slowly, the initial sharp pains melted into building, sweet pleasure, and Suguru found himself at a loss. His mind was screaming at him, telling him he didn't want this, but his body heated up and the feeling of Satoru's thick cock inside him felt so right. His body instinctively responded to his alpha’s touch. His mate.
Suguru clenched hard on Satoru’s cock, earning himself a slap on the ass. Debauched moans slipped out of his lips as Satoru continued fucking him, each thrust hitting him deeper and deeper while a large, rough hand rubbed and pulled at his sensitive clit.
Drool dribbled down Suguru’s chin, tears blurring his vision. His climax was building, and he began to blindly chase that pleasure, pushing and rubbing himself against Satoru.
It felt good. So good… Like he was made for this.
Satoru groaned, fingers digging hard into Suguru’s hips. The thrusts grew more and more irratic.
A sudden flood of warmth filled Suguru and he couldn’t help but gasp out, clenching hard around Satoru.
Satoru’s knot was forming, and Suguru climaxed on it, moaning loudly, toes curling, vision blurring white. For a few seconds, Suguru was in never ending bliss, all thoughts erased from his mind, leaving nothing but pure euphoria.
Eventually, as Suguru slowly came to, he felt content and satisfied. The omega in him purred in delight. He laid there, eyes glazed over, breathing softly, until the rational part of him broke out and jolted him from the haze.
No... He didn’t want this. He never wanted this. He was forced into this.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
A deep feeling of shame overtook him, and Suguru swallowed thickly. It was wrong that he enjoyed this, enjoyed his body being heavily violated by the man he had once considered his best friend. His body... his cursed body had reacted so positively and the orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
“That was good wasn’t it?” Satoru said, petting softly at Suguru’s damp locks.
“Fuck you,” Suguru grit out.
Satoru sighed then yanked Suguru’s hair back, forcing the omega to look straight at him. “Insolent.”
Suguru glared at him through tear stricken eyes, lips trembling.
“Have it your way,” Satoru shrugged.
Another wave of pain overrode all of Suguru’s senses when Satoru began to move, the ridges of Satoru’s thick knot sliding against his sensitive, freshly abused walls.
“Wait-“
Satoru grinned in pure malice, blue eyes glowing in the dark of the room.
Suguru hissed, thrashing wildly as Suguru forced his all too large knot in and out of his thin body. Satoru’s knot was rubbing Suguru raw, the ridges scraping against his insides, a simultaneous sharp yet dull pain reverberating through the entirety of his being.
It was agony. All thoughts in his head vanished, and he screamed and screamed until his voice gave out.
For what seemed like hours, Suguru couldn’t tell, Satoru continued to violate him at this new level. He was bleeding heavily out of his pussy, a heavy mixture of cum, blood, and slick covering Satoru’s cock as he continued to push himself in and out.
Suguru’s singular hand clawed against Satoru’s iron tight grip on his neck. He could feel fingernails digging deep into his neck, drawing streams of blood. That slow, dull pain mixed with the alarming lack of oxygen and sharp soreness from Satoru’s thick knot pistoning in and out of him created a new meaning for torture. Suguru felt light headed, his vision dancing and blurring, as tears streamed down his pale cheeks. A part of him felt relief. He wouldn’t be conscious for much longer.
The rough hands gripping his neck retracted, and Suguru instinctively arched his back, gasping and coughing for air.
“Will you behave now?” Satoru asked.
Suguru bit down on his already bruised lip, shaking his head in defiance with what little energy he had left.
“Wrong response.”
Satoru yanked himself out of Suguru’s sloppy, bloody cunt and instead trailed lower, pressing his wet cock against Suguru’s ass.
No. No. No. NO.
Without hesitation, Satoru slammed in, and Suguru felt split in two, the pain overtaking his entire being, the air knocked out of his lungs. Satoru was already too big, but to have him and his knot inside of his tight, unprepared ass?
Too much! Suguru thought as he sobbed and screamed and begged for Satoru to stop.
Satoru ignored him and continued, increasing the pace of his thrusts, shredding through the delicate tissue of Suguru’s ass. He was bleeding immensely from both holes, the bedsheets dyed a deep, crimson red.
At some point, Suguru must have passed out from the pain because when he awoke, Satoru was sitting next to him with a strange expression covering his handsome features.
His blue eyes swirled with a mixture of conflicting emotion, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. At the sight of Suguru awake, Satoru reached out to tentatively touch Suguru’s cold shoulder.
Suguru flinched in response, and scrambled to move away. His legs felt like jelly and a steady, sore sensation burned his back end. Every single movement sent shockwaves of pain up his spine and the bruises on his hips and ass throbbed incessantly.
All around him was blood, coating the bedsheets, the floor, even the lamp. The blood on him had begun to dry and crust up, producing a gross scratchy feeling that coated his entire body.
“Suguru, I-” Satoru stopped himself, running a hand through his silky white locks. His blue eyes were downcast and he exhibited none of the confidence and arrogance from before. “I’m…”
“S-Satoru,” Suguru coughed out, wiping shakily at his mouth.
Satoru perked up at the sound of Suguru’s voice.
“Please… Please hear me out,” Suguru begged.
“Yes, of course. Anything.”
“I-If you’re not going to kill me… and if you won’t allow me to die, then, please… please afford me one mercy,” Suguru whispered, voice hoarse from screaming.
How did things turn this way? Where did we go wrong?
Suguru drew in a shaky breath, hot tears running down his cheeks.
What happened to the sweet boy that Suguru was best friends with? What happened to the Satoru that had a heart of gold, the boy who would do anything and everything to protect the ones that he cherished?
The boy that Suguru loved so deeply.
Suguru thought he knew Satoru in and out. He thought that he knew Satoru’s mannerisms, his likes and dislikes, his nervous ticks, the sound of his snores, everything. But Suguru was wrong once more. Dead wrong.
The man in front of him was a monster, a greedy self-serving monster. Suguru supposed that he deserved this treatment. He didn’t deserve Satoru’s love, only his hatred. After all, he left for over ten years and was content with leaving forever.
That fateful day, after being defeated by Rika, Suguru believed that it was the end for him. A part of him was relieved to be free, to be dead and unable to feel anything. He was a man who had lost himself to madness, drowning himself in pursuit of his flimsy ideals. He was supposed to die that day.
But he didn’t. And now he was here, paying the price.
He deserved this, but he didn’t want to live through this. He didn’t want to live everyday caged up, treated like a wild animal. The very thought of Satoru’s hands on his body made his skin crawl, a far cry from how he used to think.
Back during high school, Suguru dreamed of Satoru’s hands roaming hot all over his body. He had those dreams often, waking up breathless and ashamed at his soiled underwear and wet bed sheets. He shouldn’t feel this way for his best friend, especially because he was sure, absolutely sure, that Satoru never felt the same way. Suguru didn’t want to ruin his friendship and so he kept his feelings a secret, never telling a single soul. He let it fester within him, the constant stream of what-ifs flooding his mind whenever it wandered to Satoru.
So Suguru did what he had to in order to stay sane. He completely shut out Satoru from his mind, unable to bear the weight of his feelings.
He still loved Satoru, loved him beyond simple words. Satoru completed him, the other half of his soul. When Suguru was with Satoru, it felt like the world was right, that he belonged. Satoru was the light at the end of the tunnel, the reason why Suguru burned so bright. He wanted to catch up to Satoru, wanted to be by his side for as long as he could. Eventually his light fizzled out, and everything ended, and it had been like that ever since.
Satoru wouldn’t allow Suguru to die but Suguru couldn’t live like this, couldn’t live with this regret.
“Satoru… Do whatever you need to, drug me however you want. Just… never let me wake up to this nightmare again.” Suguru shut his eyes, tears streaking down his blotchy cheeks. “Please… If there’s even a small part of you that still cares for me… Please, I beg you. This- This is my last wish.”
***
Shoko stared speechless, her hazel eyes wide with unbridled horror.
“Gojo. What…? What is the meaning of this?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. She crushed the cigarette in her hand, hot ashes spilling all over her pristine white doctor’s coat.
Ah, he expected that reaction from her.
After all, Satoru had lied to her. He had convinced her that he had killed Suguru and incinerated the body when she had asked to take a look at his corpse in order to perform an autopsy and do final rites. It had been a better part of half a year since Suguru’s supposed death on December 24th of last year.
Unfortunately for Satoru, Shoko was the best healer that he knew. None of the estate doctors even came close to her talent and intelligence.
Either way, she would have found out eventually. Gojo was planning on letting everyone, and by everyone he meant everyone , know about his stunning, perfect wife.
“He’s pregnant, and I don’t want him to see a regular doctor, so I’m here,” Gojo said with a shrug.
Suguru was standing right behind Satoru, dark hair covering his startlingly pale face. He was absolutely pregnant and wearing an ornate Yukata decorated with blue and white flowers and the Gojo clan emblem. His one hand clutched onto Satoru's own, using the white-haired man as an anchor.
“What do you mean he’s pregnant?!” Shoko hissed.
Satoru’s face remained flat. He didn’t have time for this.
“He’s my mate and he’s five months pregnant,” Satoru said. “Are you going to take a look at him or not?”
Shoko looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, a far cry from how calm and collected she normally was. With a shaky breath, she conceded, gesturing at the nearby bed, “Fine. Have him sit down.”
“Where are you going?” Satoru questioned, watching as she turned around.
She gave him a flat look and said, “I’m going to lock the door. We don’t want anyone else to come in, do we?”
Satoru shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if anyone comes in.” He turned to look at Suguru, “Babe, sit on the bed.”
Suguru blinked a few times but otherwise didn’t move.
“On the bed,” Satoru repeated, patting the mattress.
Suguru hesitantly let go of Satoru’s hand and sat down slowly. He almost hit the side of the bed in his attempt. Purple eyes stayed downcast, never once looking up.
Shoko approached him carefully. She glared at Satoru and then placed her left hand on Suguru’s pregnant belly, channeling her cursed energy into his body. Her right fist was clenched hard.
Suguru gave a small gasp and began to struggle.
Satoru put a hand on his shoulder and whispered soothing words of encouragement.
After a good twenty seconds of pure silence, Shoko said, “You have twins. Congrats.”
Not an ounce of enthusiasm was found in her voice. Her eyes stayed cold, the purple bags under them even darker under the bright artificial lighting.
“You could at least pretend to be happy.”
Shoko’s expression stayed eerily calm. “In other circumstances I would. Also, lay off the drugs. His body isn’t in a good condition.”
“I can’t.”
He wasn’t lying. It really wasn’t his choice.
Shoko gave him the greatest look of “are-you-fucking-joking-me” that he had ever witnessed.
“Check up is over then. Leave.”
Satoru rolled his eyes at her. “And I thought you were supposed to be a mature doctor.”
“I said leave.”
Beside him, Suguru trembled, clamping his eyes shut.
Satoru pulled Suguru into an embrace, the omega’s head against his chest. He ran a hand through Suguru’s silky long locks.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Your alpha is here. Calm down,” Satoru whispered.
“S-Sorry…” Suguru whimpered back, leaning deeper into the embrace.
Shoko moved back to her desk, the silence of the room broken up by the clack of her heels on the tile flooring. She made it a point to pretend they didn’t exist.
“Let’s go babe, I’m sorry for having to put you through this.”
Satoru was aware of how badly the foreign lights, foreign smells, foreign everything must have been affecting the over-sensitive omega. He had his servants double the amount of drugs they fed to Suguru, and the side effects were rearing their ugly heads. That was the price that Satoru had to pay to ensure that the real Suguru never woke up.
Suguru nodded slowly, pulling out of the embrace and grabbing onto Satoru’s hand, seeking his warmth and comfort.
Just as Satoru was about to teleport them back to the estate, Shoko sighed and said, “Gojo. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing or why you’re doing this, but it’s wrong. He doesn’t… he doesn’t deserve this.”
In response, Satoru’s heart thumped painfully but he chose to ignore it.
Instead, he scoffed at her. “You don’t know anything. Stop acting like you do.”
“You can’t play pretend forever,” Shoko responded, a calm but knowing look in the depths of her hazel eyes. “It will all come crashing down eventually.”
***
“Yo!” Satoru called, waving at his students. He had called the first and second years to meet up at the front of Jujutsu High in order to introduce them to Suguru. He figured enough time had passed since the Night Parade, and he was itching to show everyone his pregnant mate.
They were to be wed soon, a public wedding of the Gojo clan leader with his omega mate. At first the elders in his clan objected, arguing that Satoru should marry an omega of high social standing, not one that was not only of non-sorcerer blood but also labeled as an evil curse user. Satoru shut them up quickly with a flick of his wrists.
Suguru gripped onto Satoru’s hand like he always did when forced outside, mostly to visit Shoko’s office, much to her dismay. He wasn’t used to being outside, and Satoru was well aware of that fact.
“Gojo-sensei!” Yuuji exclaimed, waving wildly.
“Who’s that?” Nobara asked, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised.
“My beautiful mate and future wife!” Gojo smiled widely. He turned to Suguru. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”
Satoru let go of Suguru’s hand and moved out of the way, giving his students a better view of his pregnant mate.
“H-Hello…” Suguru said softly, bowing slowly, head kept downcast as usual. His long, silky hair covered his face, obscuring all features.
“Hi! Nice to meet you, Gojo-sensei’s mate!” Yuuji exclaimed loudly, giving Suguru a bright smile.
Suguru flinched and began to tremble. Satoru grabbed onto Suguru’s hand once more to steady him. Suguru leaned into Satoru’s touch, grabbing desperately onto the alpha’s purple turtleneck.
To Nobara’s right was Yuuta, his eyes blown wide. “Uhm, Gojo-sensei. He looks like-”
“That’s Geto Suguru, isn’t it?” Maki interjected, narrowing her eyes. She whipped out her spear and angled it directly at Suguru. “Isn’t that monster supposed to be dead?”
“Geto Suguru? The curse user responsible for the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons?” Megumi asked. “Am I hearing this correctly?”
“Yes,” Maki hissed, amber eyes burning with obvious loathing. “Explain yourself. Why is he still alive?!”
Panda attempted to place a calming hand to Maki’s shoulder but she slapped it off. Panda sighed.
“Bonito flakes,” Toge added helpfully.
“The higher ups want us to produce children since his technique is so rare. Who am I to say no?” Satoru responded.
It was the truth. The only way he managed to get the higher ups off his back was to convince him that Suguru had to stay alive in order to produce strong sorcerers.
“Since when have you cared about what the higher ups want you to do?!” Maki yelled, face red, veins beginning to bulge out of her forehead.
Satoru shrugged. “It was a recent development.”
Suguru’s grip on Satoru’s hand tightened, his breathing starting to quicken.
A panic attack was incoming, and Satoru counted that he had approximately five more minutes before Suguru had a total meltdown.
“Maki, place your weapon down. We’re not starting a fight here.”
“Yeah, Maki please stop,” Panda said, pleading with her. “We don’t need to do this, I understand that-“
“Fine!” Maki snapped, clutching hard onto the smooth wood of her weapon. "But I’m leaving! You two absolutely disgust me. What a teacher you are Gojo.”
She then turned heel, giving Satoru and Suguru one last dark glare before speeding off towards the dorms.
“Maki!” Yuuta called out, reaching out towards her.
In her anger and desire to get as far away as possible, she ignored him.
Beside him, Suguru’s scent shifted, his normally soft, sweet scent souring. From that, Satoru knew that it was time to go back to the estate lest Suguru have an actual mental breakdown in front of all of his students.
Satoru gave a nonchalant laugh followed by a big smile. “Yeah, I expected this, but I wanted to let you guys know so there wouldn’t be any confusion at the wedding. I expect to see everyone there~”
“Your mate is so pretty!” Yuuji said, none the wiser, mirroring Satoru’s wide smile. “Congratulations, Gojo-sensei! I- Ow! Ow!! Fushiguro, stop!”
“Idiot,” Megumi muttered, pulling at Yuuji’s ear. His bangs covered his eyes but Satoru could feel the dissatisfaction rolling off of him.
“We’ll be going back then! Bye, everyone!” Satoru waved. “Be ready tomorrow for a joint class!”
“Bye, Gojo-sensei!”
Satoru then teleported them back to the estate, back into their newly shared bedroom. Immediately, Suguru’s scent eased and he collapsed onto the bed, tears forming in his misty purple eyes.
Holding him close, Satoru whispered words of affirmation and comfort. Suguru closed his eyes and nestled himself into Satoru’s embrace. He purred softly until his breathing slowed down, the omega fast asleep.
It was times like these that Satoru felt his heart melt. He truly was the luckiest man alive.
***
A sickly sweet, floral scent permeated the room, the scent of a happy, fulfilled omegan mother.
Satoru, reclining on the couch, watched his wife as he breastfed their children. The omega was absolutely glowing, his cheeks flush pink, long hair silky, pale skin smooth. A look of pure content covered his soft, graceful features. His misty purple eyes shined with pure love.
Suguru had the twins nestled on his chest, each taking a breast. He was singing to them softly as they suckled him.
One of the twins burped and Suguru giggled, bopping the child on the nose. The child giggled back and then sneezed softly.
Satoru had asked Suguru what he wanted to name the girls. With a look of deep thought on his normally blank and empty features, Suguru had answered, with an affectionate smile, Nanako and Mimiko.
Satoru felt his heart clench. He wanted so deeply to reject those names, but he knew he would never forgive himself if he did. The last thing he wanted to see was Suguru upset. He had promised himself that he would work his hardest to make sure that Suguru lived life as free and as happy as possible. Satoru neglected to think too hard about the irony of that statement.
At night, under the thick, plush comforters, Satoru held Suguru and the twins close, enveloping them all in a cocoon of warmth.
Suguru smiled, purring in content, melting at Satoru’s touch like he always did— was trained to do.
He was the perfect wife, the ideal mate. A beautiful, soft submissive omega that would do anything to please his alpha. An attentive mother whose sole purpose was to take care of his pups, to love them and provide for them.
Satoru was happy. This was all he ever wanted, to be a family with Suguru, to raise pups together, and to love each other.
He was happy. He was happy. He was happy.
Satoru shut his eyes, deeply inhaling Suguru’s sugary sweet scent. Satoru wanted to hurl, sorrow washing over him, pulling him deep under, leaving him gasping for air, for relief.
The relief would never come.
He had gone too far. That night, he had unleashed all ten years of pent up anger and frustration. He hurt Suguru in ways that he never wanted, forcing himself on the only one he had ever loved, will ever love.
Suguru, his Suguru, the one that he had fallen in love with all those years ago was no longer there. After the complete sealing of his cursed energy coupled with the nearly year long constant drug intake, a powerful and addictive chemical that rotted away the brain the longer one took it, only remnants of his consciousness and base omegan instinct remained. The damage could not be undone and Suguru would have to remain on the drug or else his fragile heart would give out.
Suguru’s last wish to Satoru was to be freed from his nightmare, to be freed from Satoru’s love. A wish that Satoru — curse himself for his sentimentality — couldn’t bring himself to ignore.
Suguru never loved him the way Satoru did. Never once did Suguru have to fight against the overwhelming pull of attraction, a losing battle that lasted for over a decade. At times, the overwhelming desire to claim Suguru, to make Suguru his, blinded Satoru, left him gasping and screaming, destroying all he came in contact with during his ruts. Suguru always weighed on his mind, yet the opposite was never true. Suguru didn’t care about him at all. After all, the omega had no qualms about leaving Satoru behind, had no qualms about pretending that he and Satoru were nothing more than strangers.
Satoru loved Suguru so deeply, and so he did what any sensible, deprived alpha would do in his situation. He claimed Suguru against his will, believing that it would be possible for Suguru to eventually love him back.
When Suguru woke up from his drug daze, Satoru wanted to welcome him with open arms. Instead he was met with a burning hatred, deep anger flowing in those cold violet eyes. Suguru absolutely abhorred him, the thought of being with Satoru causing ripples of disgust to flow through his entire being. The omega, now fully conscious, fought until the very end, refusing to submit, even though Satoru had already mated him, had already made plans for their future.
Suguru had left once, and Satoru would not allow him to leave again. But, Suguru would rather be dead than be with Satoru, and he let it be known.
It hurt. As if Suguru had reached in and ripped Satoru’s heart out of his chest, shredding the still beating organ with his bare hands, Satoru being forced to watch while bleeding out, bleeding dry.
At the very least, having Suguru under heavy medication meant Satoru could pretend, could convince himself that they were happy together, that his love was reciprocated.
It’s easier this way, Satoru thought. For the both of us.