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Megumi couldn’t remember when his rivalry with Sukuna started, nor was he able to recall why. It simply happened sometime when they were kids, and that was the way things were from there on.
They weren’t enemies, but they sure weren’t friends. The school solved the problems with their fights somewhat by putting them in different classes, but that didn’t take away what would happen during the breaks.
At times when they got a little older they could get along for long enough moments to fool people into thinking they were over their thing, only for them to roll around among gravel and dirt, fighting and roaring at each other the next time they saw each other.
Even when they later on ended up in different schools did it change things. Every instance where they ran into each other, glares and mocking would ensue.
The reactions among their friends varied. Some found it entertaining, while others told them to just get it over with, grow up, move on.
But what no one knew was that their thing had somewhere along the way turned into something… different. Still a game, but of a different kind.
It was a night in August when they bumped into each other for the first time since spring. Megumi didn’t know what Sukuna did during the summers, but he never spotted him then. It was at a party that one of their common friends was hosting. When spotting each other across the room, Sukuna held his gaze for a moment too long before turning back to his friends. He had grown, Megumi noticed. Not taller from what he could see, but had gained some muscle mass since the last time he saw him.
They played a game of ignoring each other despite both of them knowing exactly where the other was for the next couple of hours. No matter where Megumi was, he could see Sukuna in the corner of his eye or hear his voice. It was strong, without being overbearing. Attractive.
It was close to midnight when Sukuna locked his eyes in Megumi’s and nodded in the direction of the front door. Megumi’s friends barely took notice of him getting up from his seat, too busy with their discussion which he had barely paid attention to, because he had been waiting for that signal.
On the patio, they were alone. Megumi watched as Sukuna lit his cigarette. The small flame from the lighter casting a flickering, warm shine over his face. Now seventeen, Megumi still saw the boy that he had spent so many days fighting with, but also him turning into a young man, on his way to adulthood.
“In the mood?” Sukuna asked.
“Yeah,” Megumi replied, resting the cig against his lips.
A short pause followed. When Sukuna spoke again, he lowered his voice. “I want something different tonight.”
“Different?”
“I want you to fight me.”
“I always do.”
“I mean really fight. Struggle.”
Each and every time they played this game of theirs, the boundaries were pushed a bit further. To hear that Sukuna wanted to do it even more was good news, because Megumi had been thinking the same thing. It made his body tingle just imagining it.
“How far do you want to take it?” Megumi asked. “When should I give in?”
Sukuna took a deep drag of his cig. It had to be deliberate, the way he held the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before letting it out, a slow exhale through his nose. Megumi hated how sexy it was. Hated that Sukuna knew, and used it against him.
“Don’t give in. I want it to really feel as if I’m raping you. If you’re up for it.”
A pang of arousal struck Megumi’s gut. The word alone… Rape. Sukuna wanted to rape him. He hastily licked his lips.
“Yeah.”
“Fight me. Kick, scream, all of it.”
“I will.”
“Good.” Sukuna flicked ashes from the cig with a flick of his thumb. “You trust me, right? We know each other’s boundaries. We’ve spent a long time getting to know them.”
It did make sense. Odd as it might have sounded to someone else, it made perfect sense for Megumi. He didn’t particularly like Sukuna. But he did trust him.
Megumi trailed his eyes over the black leather jacket Sukuna wore. Over the years he had gone on about things with Sukuna, he had for the longest time never considered the option of having that kind of interest in him. Some people had suggested it, naturally. That true love started with a quarrel or whatever bullshit they talked about.
Sure, the guy was handsome. He had that perfect combination of masculine and feminine features, making it so that he wasn’t too much of one or the other. Sharp jaw, full lips. Megumi especially liked his nose. Still, it had been quite a surprise the first time they had kissed. For both of them. Neither could say who had kissed the other first. It simply happened and…
Things ended the way they were now.
“Another thing,” Sukuna said.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to beg me not to come inside you. But I will. Is that okay?”
“… Okay. Sure. Want to go for it right now?” Megumi nodded towards the garden. No one would see anything even if they did happen to notice that the two of them were gone.
“Mm.”
Sukuna flicked away the cigarette bud and moved on to tug the leather jacket off. Underneath he wore a white shirt that hugged tight over his biceps. Their difference in weight had to be close to twenty kilos. Sukuna must have spent the whole summer working out. It made Megumi’s body tingle.
Sukuna left the jacket on the patio and walked out the garden, and Megumi trailed after him. He rolled his head from one side and then the other. He trained martial arts, had for years, and could put up a good fight despite being slimmer than his opponent. At least he liked to believe so.
“Safe word,” Sukuna said.
“Apricot, or two snaps with my fingers if I can’t talk.”
“Apricot,” Sukuna repeated. “Or two snaps. Give me your all tonight, Megumi. I’ll give you a five second head start.”
When Sukuna started counting, Megumi ran.
It was soon proven that this night indeed would be different. Sukuna charged after Megumi like a wild bull, taking him with such surprise it genuinely frightened him. Megumi didn’t see any other alternative than to run.
He sprinted across the garden, away from the property, and into the dark, silent night. The sound of Sukuna running after him was enough to make his body tense with a mix of fear and excitement.
The air got knocked from Megumi’s lungs when Sukuna caught up, locked his arms around his torso and threw him on the ground. They ended up like a pile in the grass, grunting and groaning as Sukuna tried to hold him down, and Megumi wriggled and kicked out to get away.
“Fuck,” Megumi panted. Sukuna gave it his all, and so would he. “Fuck. Let me go! Help! “
Once upon a time they had been equals, but now Sukuna was freakishly strong. Megumi resorted to tugging his hair, drawing a hiss from the other man, and he managed to get away from his grip, and climbed to his feet to run again.
It hadn’t been more than minutes, but Megumi was winded and sweat broke out on his skin. A strange kind of fear tickled in the pit of his stomach. He could barely make out if it was real or not, but he knew for sure that the heat burning in between his legs were real.
Sukuna caught up in a matter of seconds and they ended up in the grass again. Megumi managed to get on top, pinning Sukuna’s wrist down on the ground. The sly smirk on the man’s lips together with a devilish sparkle in his eyes made Megumi’s stomach flip.
Megumi got knocked off, rolled over in the cool grass, and yelped when Sukuna’s whole weight sank down on top of him. His scalp stung when Sukuna grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head back.
“Ow!” Megumi hissed, then choked out a whimper when Sukuna pushed his crotch against Megumi’s ass. Like that, he could feel the shape of Sukuna’s cock pressing against him. The fabric of his jeans was rough against Megumi’s dress slacks.
“Gotcha,” Sukuna whispered into his ear. A shiver tickled down Megumi’s spine. He kicked his legs out, wilder now, movements turning frantic, his panic more genuine.
His mind raced. It wasn’t real, but his body reacted as if it were, and he wriggled harder. And that was exactly what Sukuna had wanted. Megumi’s cunt throbbed like a damn jackhammer, and the more he fought, the more greed bleed into Sukuna’s heavy breaths.
“Sukuna,” Megumi growled. “Sukuna, enough.”
The grass tickled over his cheek when he tried to turn his head to look at Sukuna over his shoulder. Sukuna’s chest pushed hard against Megumi’s back, and his cock still pressed against Megumi’s ass. He didn’t have a chance to get him off. Megumi swallowed but it did nothing to ease the dryness in his throat. Sukuna’s hand wrapped around Megumi’s neck and gave a solid squeeze.
“Giving up already?”
“Fuck off!” Megumi hissed. “Let me go!”
Kicking his legs out did nothing. His feet drummed against the ground and he wriggled, and tossed, and wriggled again, until he was all winded once more. All Sukuna did was hold him down and wait. The amusement oozed from him as he watched Megumi grow tired, and once Megumi rested his cheek against the ground, Sukuna rolled his hips, grinding his crotch against Megumi’s ass.
A metallic noise was heard when Sukuna unbuckled his belt. Megumi inhaled a sharp, genuine surprised gasp when Sukuna grabbed his arms and crossed them behind his back. It put a strain on his shoulder when the belt wrapped around his arms to keep them secured like that.
Once he was bound, Megumi was yanked up onto his knees with such roughness it sure would leave bruises on his hips, and his knees slammed against the ground. Megumi kicked out, falling onto his side, but got hoisted back up. A sharp pain spread in his scalp when Sukuna yanked his hair again. It strained his neck so hard it got hard to breathe.
“Stay still,” Sukuna snarled.
“Sukuna, y-you’re scaring me.”
“Stop fighting. It’ll hurt less.”
Megumi wriggled some, but not much strength remained after the run, and fight. Sukuna pressed his knees on Megumi’s calves to keep him still, and Megumi was trapped. No matter how he tugged his arms, nothing happened, other than hurting him.
“Been longing to do this for a long time,” Sukuna murmured, almost as if he was speaking to himself. He reached his hands around Megumi’s body, unzipped his pants and tugged them down. His rough fingers swept over Megumi’s slit as soon as the clothes were out of the way.
Megumi breathed so fast he nearly made himself dizzy. He was bound, on his knees, his cunt on full display. Helpless. Completely, utterly helpless, and even if he screamed, no one would hear him out here. It’s just him, Sukuna, and the dark night there.
Sukuna spat in his hand before pressing his cock against Megumi’s hole. Hot and throbbing, it slid over his folds. When he positioned himself and the pressure against his hole grew, Megumi sucked in a stuttering breath.
“No,” Megumi whimpered. “Don’t.”
Sukuna spat again, this time the saliva landed right on his cunt, causing him to flinch and his stomach to tighten. Sukuna rubbed the head over Megumi’s hole, but nothing else happened. Megumi pressed his eyes shut so hard little red and blue dots started to dance around on the inside of his lids.
This moment… he loved it. Loved how Sukuna always took his time. How he made Megumi wait long enough for that knot in his stomach to grow larger, and small sounds to spill through his lips without him meaning it to happen.
“Sukuna,” Megumi whispered. “Please. Don’t. Don’t hurt me.”
Sukuna’s breath fanned past Megumi’s ear as he leant deeper over him and snapped his hips forward. Splitting him open with his cock, and it hurt, despite Megumi being completely soaked. As Megumi inhaled to scream, Sukuna swiftly pressed his palm over his mouth, turning it into a sorry, muffled noise.
He kept holding like that. One hand over Megumi’s mouth, and the other like a claw around his neck, thrusting into him like a fucking animal. Megumi couldn’t do anything but take it. His neck, shoulders, cunt, it all ached and Sukuna had never before been so ruthless with him. Like he wasn’t anything but a piece of meat to use.
Primal, and raw. Perfect. The wet squelches from his sloppy cunt, mixing with the raspy breaths of Sukuna’s, his hips slapping against Megumi’s ass, and his balls against his abused pussy. Small whimpers and whines drowned into Sukuna’s large palm with each thrust.
Sukuna leaned deeper over him. A switch in his pace caused Megumi to nearly scream against the hand covering his face. Hard, sharp, deep thrusts, and he could feel Sukuna’s smile against his ear.
“No one will hear you,” Sukuna breathed. “Come on. Try.”
The air licked cool over Megumi’s damp face when Sukuna moved his hand away. He inhaled as if to scream, but could only manage a whimper. His cheek scraped against the ground each time Sukuna forced his cock deeper inside.
“Help,” Megumi mewled. “H-help. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts… please.”
Sukuna breathed out a deep, pleased sigh that spilled hot over Megumi’s cheek. “Go on,” he whispered.
Megumi’s cunt clenched hard around Sukuna’s cock. Small pleas and whimpers kept spilling from his lips, please, stop, it hurts, please please please.
The pain in his shoulders was no longer there, nor in his sore cunt. Everything floated away and left him feeling nothing at all. He was nothing. On his knees, ass up and face down, a mere thing for this man to use in whichever way he pleased. A piece of meat. A breathing toy.
Soon, the pace and sloppiness in Sukuna’s thrusts grew, and the small grunts mixing with his breaths gave him away. He was close. That’s when Megumi shook back to life. He yelped, almost shrieked, and tried to push himself off the ground, only for Sukuna to wrap a firm hand around his neck and slam his face into the grass again.
“Stay still,” he grunted. “Don’t start struggling now.”
“Sukun–“
“Hush.”
A shudder climbed through Megumi’s body. He had never heard Sukuna like that before. His voice, and his rough hold on him… He had changed. If it hadn’t been apparent before, it became so now; this wasn’t a game for Sukuna any longer. All those play-fights they had had over the years, there had always been a certain thrill. Megumi had longed for them. He had liked it when Sukuna wrestled him, the struggles, the hard beats of the pulse.
It wasn’t a coincidence that they had been going at it for so many years. And not a coincidence that Megumi had ended up with Sukuna’s cock in his hole, either.
Sukuna murmured something again, which Megumi didn’t hear properly. The pace quickened even more, and Sukuna’s hold on Megumi’s hip hardened. The grass tickled over his face when he got tugged into a better position.
“Gonna come,” Sukuna grunted.
“Suk– pull out. You can’t, not, not inside. Please, anything but that.”
“Shut up.”
“No, no, no. Please, Sukuna, you can’t. ”
“I’m going to fuck you pregnant.”
“No!”
The roughness in Sukuna’s thrusts had turned brutal at this point. He grunted, groaned, close to growled when he fucked and fucked and fucked.
To claim. To breed.
Megumi’s eyes fluttered shut when Sukuna gave a final, rough push forward with a guttural groan, and spilled his hot seed deep inside. Filling him up. Marking him. Making him his. Megumi’s cunt clenched hard around the throbbing shaft, milking him of all he had to offer.
His legs trembled. All of him trembled. His body and his heart.
There was a wet squelch when Sukuna pulled out, followed by rustling of clothes as he tucked his cock back and then closed his zipper. It tickled over the inside of Megumi’s thigh, and he didn’t move. His mind had turned buzzy, and oddly blank.
Sukuna grabbed hold of Megumi’s thighs, his thumbs sinking into the soft flesh of Megumi’s puffy, outer lips. He pushed them apart, watched as more cum dribbled from Megumi’s hole. At least he assumed that was what happened. Megumi’s eyes were still closed.
Once they both had calmed and their breaths were slower again, Sukuna tugged the belt loose from Megumi’s arms. They fell down on the ground, limp and useless, and slowly woke back to life when the blood made its way back again.
Megumi twisted over to his back. Stared at the dark sky for a moment, and recollected. Not until then did he notice that his teeth clattered, and that the sweat on his skin now made him cold. Sukuna sat with one leg pulled to his chest, arm resting on top of his knee. For a moment there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before he shook that away, and patted Megumi’s thigh.
“Get up. You’re freezing.”
Megumi slowly pushed himself up to sit. Thick, sticky come dribbled from his abused hole, and Sukuna stared with parted lips.
“You got a breeding kink, huh?” Megumi concluded.
“Among others,” Sukuna replied. “No interest in knocking you up, though. Just to be clear.”
“You better not. So, next time…” Megumi smiled as Sukuna’s brows moved closer to his hairline. “You can be rougher. If you want.”
“Wasn’t rough enough for you, huh?” Sukuna’s lips curled to a sly smile. “Perfect.”