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In Sukuna's early life, he didn't know what loneliness was. His twin Jin had always been by his side, his loyal accomplice for as long as Sukuna could remember. It all started rather innocently. In kindergarten, the meek-looking beta would distract the teachers while Sukuna would sneak into the teachers' lounge and raid the candy box hidden in one of the lower cupboards. In high school, Sukuna beat up his twin's bullies, while Jin let him cheat on every exam he didn't bother to study for.
As the alpha grew older, his attitude grew angrier. And as his shenanigans became outright crimes, Jin followed him under the guise of keeping him out of the worst of it. The beta avoided getting his hands dirty himself, but made sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes of Sukuna's small but profitable smuggling business. If he ever did, he did a pretty terrible job of trying to stop his alpha brother from drifting deeper and deeper into Japan's notoriously dangerous underground.
Things changed when Jin met that stupid bitch of an omega from who knows where. Ugly as hell and flat as a board. Love at first sight, Jin had assured him. Sukuna couldn't believe his ears when his brother also told him that he wanted to get out, to get away from him. Away from the life of blood and misery they were being sucked into with each passing day.
Sukuna learned the hard way that blood meant nothing, that years of working together and planning the future of their growing business were just empty promises and meaningless banter once some omega bitch managed to rewire someone's head with sickly sweet pheromones.
Sukuna warned Jin of the consequences, his hands digging into Jin's shoulders as he tried to pull away from him, from his proper place at Sukuna's side.
Sukuna warned, almost as if speaking a terrible prophecy, that no one could simply leave once they had entered this kind of lifestyle, that they would always have a target on their back. That the past would always come back to haunt him one way or another if he didn't have the protection of him, his real family.
Jin wouldn't hear any of it. The disloyal bastard just walked out of Sukuna's office and never looked back, changing address, name and family status before Sukuna could even count to fucking three.
The alpha's temper raged as it had never done before. It was as if a part of him had been ripped from his chest and he had been left to bleed out in a desolate alley. He spent days dreaming of dark plots of revenge, images of murder and mutilation that mangled his rational beyond recognition. This cold-burning fire inside him demanded retribution. It wasn't just wounded pride, he told himself.
Cold showers, deep breaths and lots of cigarettes changed his mind. In a moment of epiphany, he decided that he was above it all, that this mess wasn't even worth the trouble, that karma would surely come for dear and naive Jin one day. At his hands or someone else's.
Sukuna had not seen his brother for several years. At first it was a lot of work to take the place that had been occupied by two, but also so liberating. No one wanted him to keep his whimpering hostages unharmed, no one wanted to keep him from a ransom that was too risky in their eyes or too bloody to get anything but the death sentence for when caught.
His growing, erratic reputation saw him climb to the lonely top. The piles of money and the loyal underlings at his feet multiplied, while the blood stained the sleeves of his expensive suits deeper and the ring prices of the people he shook hands with soared into the millions.
It was a good life, the best he had ever known. Even without Jin, that damned traitor.
Nearly two decades had passed when the door to his office opened and his dear brother ran towards him, slamming his hands on the wooden table as if he had ever owned the place and still did so.
"Where is he, Sukuna?" Jin demanded to know. His hair was an unwashed mess. His tired face had more wrinkles than the last time Sukuna had seen him. His clothes looked as if he had worn them for at least a week, still some cheap linen he would have bought back then.
"What are you doing here?" Sukuna asked calmly, looking at the wretched creature he had once called his own flesh and blood.
"Where have you taken him?" The beta shouted now. As if he didn't know that one should never shout at a guy with a weapon within reach. He had grown soft. And more delusional.
"Sukuna, where is my son?" Jin screamed.
A son, huh? Sukuna raised his eyebrows. Rumours had let him know him that his bitch had gotten herself pregnant. The thought had been to send a little something. Something like a decapitated head for good old times' sake.
In the end, he had refrained from sending such a gift. He was above all that, remember?
"I don't know what you're talking about, and if you don't stop screeching immediately, I'll see to it that this little family reunion ends sooner than you'd like." He growled, feeling a rage flaring up in his chest for the first time in years. A blade that cut so deep it made him even angrier than usual.
In contrast, all red, acusatory colour drained from Jin's features, the darkness under his eyes deepening.
"You... you didn't take Yuuji?" He whispered hollowly. He almost collapsed, his voice meek and raspy again, as if Sukuna had just rammed his fist into his gut, the metallic rings on his fingers rearranging his intestines.
"Oh no," he choked out, the word mostly meant for himself as an even more terrifying thought settled in his skull.
He grabbed hold of Sukuna's desk, clinging to the elm as if his life depended on it.
Words like 'I told you so' or 'This is what you get for leaving' danced on Sukuna's tongue like delicious acid. But he kept his mouth shut, staring down at his former partner as if he didn't even know him. Jin's breathing quickened, sweat running down his temples.
"Do they want you to pay?" Sukuna asked after another minute had passed.
Jin shook his head. "There was nothing like that. That's why I thought you..." Jin stopped talking, his adam's apple moving up in a nervous swallow.
"I guess they just want to punish you then," Sukuna said, unable to help smirking slightly at his brother's devastation.
"Sukuna, he's just an omega." Jin said, burying his face in the palm of his hand. "You know what they do to them."
A male omega; the realisation shot through Sukuna's mind like a bullet through his occipital bone. He couldn't lie and deny his intrigue with this oddity of nature, rare as it was. "What a poor thing," he said, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.
"Sukuna, you know I can't go to the police after what we did back then." Jin said, his whole body shaking.
"You chose to leave all of this. Live with it." Sukuna said calmly, the anger in his chest rising even higher, as if years of patience were finally paying off, a credit whose benefits of schadenfreude he was finally reaping the fruits of.
"You - you must help me find him. He's your nephew too!" Jin argued desperately.
"He's never been my nephew since you stopped being my brother when you walked out that door! Do it again now if you don't want to be dragged out by your feet." Sukuna refused.
"Please, Sukuna, I'm sorry..." Jin tried once more.
"Crawl back to your bitch's lap if you know what's good for you," Sukuna threatened.
Jin looked at him, soft eyes sharpening. "I'm not going," he told him, apparently deciding to grow a backbone for the first time in his wasted life.
That was the moment Sukuna snapped. He rose from his office chair, his fist gripping the collar of his brother's embarrassingly patterned shirt. He dragged his former brother across the desk, breathing into his face as his eyes flickered with the rage he still held in check. He reached for the knife in his back pocket and drove it into the wood inches from his brother's face.
"Get out of here," he growled. "Or you'll never get another chance."
Sukuna opened his fist and Jin scrambled away, apparently only now realising that this man was truly no longer his brother, but a ruthless monster who wasn't afraid to spill some blood, even his own.
The beta stumbled backwards, his head hitting the door he had run through minutes before. A second later, he was out of Sukuna's office, probably regretting ever having come here, with only the sound of Sukuna's sadistic laughter following him down a corridor far too dull for the crimes that were planned here on a daily basis.
Once alone, the alpha walked to the window and rolled his eyes in annoyance as the sunlight turned a faint orange. The evening sky was beginning to darken. His workday was about to begin and his schedule for the night was already more than full, but one idea wouldn't let go of his mind.
His foot tapped the floor. He pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen with his thumb and dialled the first number in his contact list.
He didn't have to wait more than two seconds for his call to be answered.
"Uraume," Sukuna said.
"Yes, boss?" came from the other end of the call.
"I want you to look up someone. First name Yuuji, last name either Ryomen or..." he paused, thinking for a second. "Probably Itadori. He is a male omega, about 18 years old, current location unknown, though it is likely that he is no longer in the country."
"Understood," Uraume replied simply, no further questions.
Sukuna ended the call and returned to his chair. He lit a cigarette and smiled as he watched the smoke curl in the air of his office. Something wicked, something sharp manifested in his mind. A plan. His chance of retribution. It tasted bittersweet.
It took more than a year for Uraume to get a real lead. It was surprising. Sukuna had thought that the rumour of a male omega would spread like wildfire underground. Well, whoever took him knew how to be discreet and get rid of him quickly before rumours could spread.
It was another half year before they could pinpoint the brat's exact location, a run-down 'hotel' on an island in a country at the end of the world, plagued by unbearable summer heat this time of year and worse omegan rights than Japan had seen in the entire last century.
Sukuna stepped out, closing the door of the black car he had Uraume park in a shady spot nearby. He entered the crowded lobby. His eyes wandered over the old furniture, the stained carpet, and his nose caught the smell of something mouldy as he made his way to the reception desk.
There are about twenty or thirty pictures on the wall next to the desk, each with a number at the bottom of the frame. Sukuna's eyes fell on the picture in the second row, marked '7'. It was the only picture of a young male omega, pink, messy hair, reddened eyes and a strained smile captured in time. Sukuna smirked. He was in the right place.
"Welcome to this omega parlour. May I help you in any way, sir?" The lady behind the desk came closer and addressed him in English.
"Number 7." He replied.
"Oh, we're so sorry. 7 is in time out." She stuttered now. "He had... there was an argument with another patron."
Sukuna glanced over the rim of his sunglasses, red eyes piercing the woman straight through, making the female beta tremble visibly.
"Number 7." He repeated, his alpha scent making the air unbearably thick.
"Of course, I'm sorry for misunderstanding. We will prepare everything for your stay. Please take a seat." She quickly corrected herself. "Sorry for the inconvenience, sir"
Sukuna waited another twenty minutes before he was led to a room downstairs, the floor creaking under his shoes as he walked through the dingy corridor, past several rooms from which cries and whimpers escaped the paper-thin doors.
"Call me if you need anything, sir." The beta said as she handed him the key to the room number 7, a door whose blue paint was already peeling at the bottom, pressed carboard swollen probably from past water damage. "Or if he... gets a bit hysterical again. You know how omegas are." She tried to joke.
Sukuna didn't give her even the slightest chuckle, watching as the beta's smile faltered. Her nervous gaze flicked up to him, almost begging him not to make her lose her job or do something much worse that she knew he would never see the punishment for. Not alphas like him.
She took a step back, waiting for Sukuna to nod at her, her sign to leave. He let her walk back down the corridor, watching her breathe a sigh of relief she thought he wouldn't notice as she barely made it around the corner. Once she was out of sight, he unlocked the door and was greeted by a wall of sweet, artificial heat pheromones. The cheapest contraband on the market.
He walked in anyway and the door slammed shut behind him. He was greeted by a damp little room, a single window high up on the wall and white wallpaper that was starting to yellow. A bouquet of red roses, browning at the leaves edges, had been placed in a vase on the bedside table.
Like the rest of this 'parlour', this room reeked of dreariness. A place where the will to live was left to rot. Delicious.
Sukuna's eyes landed on the main attraction, seated on a shabby queen-sized bed, chained to the wall like cattle by the collar around his neck. The male omega he had spent over a year searching for. His nephew. Yuuji.
They hadn't given him much to wear. A simple white bathrobe clung to his torso and hid his private parts, at least most of it. A few drops of water clung to his pink hair, evidence of a quick shower he had been pushed through before the staff had placed him in this prison-like room of hopelesness. The blood under his fingernails made Sukuna smile, he had put up a fight with the poor staff.
Sukuna stepped closer, noticing the sweat on Yuuji's neck, and not just from the hot summer temperatures. His chest was heaving up and down. A clear, shiny fluid trickled down his legs. All signs of artificial heat caused by a hormone injection.
In the dim light, his face was an exact replica of Jin's when he was that age, the same round cheeks, the same short nose. The only difference were his eyes. Though one of them was blackened, they shone through the haze of heat in a warm yellow, like pools of honey, yet sharp as a blade forged with amber. The brat looked directly at him, even daring to gnash his teeth at him, despite all the marks and bruises that adorned his body.
Hard to teach, apparently. More fun to break.
"That's no way to greet a paying customer, brat." Sukuna chuckled as he walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of liquor that had been set aside for patrons like him. He tore open the lid, smelling something rancid that made him refrain from drinking from it.
The brat's mouth tightened into a thin line. Was he surprised that Sukuna spoke to him in Japanese?
Sukuna sat down on the edge of the mattress and the pmega leaned in the opposite direction, pulling his legs up to get as far away as possible with the collar chained to the wall around his neck. His bathrobe slid down his thighs, revealing a fresh, tiny puncture site.
"Leave me alone, you freak," he growled.
No manners either.
"Don't be like that," Sukuna grinned, and the brat jerked his head away when Sukuna tried to inspect his face more closely, "But if you really don't want to get to know me, then I can say back home that dear Yuuji didn't even want to come back. He grew fond of the stinking shithole they dragged him to."
The brat's head snapped in his direction as he heard his own name fall from Sukuna's mouth. His eyes widened, something like hope glimmering in them. That was sweet. Sukuna would savour the short time it lasted.
"How - how do you know my name?" The brat asked.
The grin on Sukuna's face widened. "Jin told me. He's worried sick about you."
"You know my father?" The brat asked, even daring to almost smile, as if his mind was putting the pieces together in the wrong order, as if Sukuna was his father's friend, or perhaps an angel sent from above to finally save him. Sukuna suppressed the laughter that wanted to mock the brat's insolence.
"You could say that. He came straight to me when he realised you were gone. We've worked together in the past." Sukuna remained vague.
"Will you... help me get out of here?" His nephew whispered, his eyelashes fluttering upwards as he fought back tears of joy. Sukuna wondered how long the brat had dreamed of such a moment.
When the omega finally leaned in his direction, Sukuna used the opportunity and grabbed him by the waist and pulled its heated body underneath him. The soft, hopeful smile on the brat's lips shattered so easily. He struggled, showing his little fangs and pressing his hands against Sukuna's chest.
Sukuna laughed out loud and ran a hand through his own gelled back hair, having single-handedly pinned his nephew's wrist to the bed frame.
"If you behave for me, I will. Maybe I'll even let you see your daddy again." He said. His voice made the omega freeze, his arms stopped struggling against Sukuna's grip as he simply glared at Sukuna above.
"You- you slimy prick," the omega whispered, his lips trembling. He earned another laugh from Sukuna.
"I can also leave you right now. Let you rot here until you are too old, loose and unsightly to please anyone. Do you know what they do with useless omegas here?"
The brat nodded slowly, despite the pain of shattered hope still glittering in his eyes as he averted his gaze, not even wanting to look up at the hulking stranger.
"And you don't want that to happen to you, do you?" Sukuna asked, running his forefinger across the brat's jaw, who shook his head.
"You want to get out of here?" Sukuna asked next. The brat didn't pull away, already so deliciously desperate to get away from his certain grave.
The brat nodded again, his defiance breaking under Sukuna's suggestive tone.
"Then show me what you've learned during your stay here." Sukuna said.
"What - what do you want me to do?" Yuuji asked.
"Convince an alpha why he should even consider helping a dirty, used-up omega," Sukuna said, loosening his grip on the brat's wrists and letting his hands slide down onto the sheets.
The brat didn't move for a few seconds, gears visibly turning in his head. It took so long that Sukuna almost snapped at him to hurry up with his decision, but then the omega's trembling fingers tried to undo the knot on his robe.
The flimsy fabric fell from his shoulders with a single tug, revealing his naked body to the full, and Sukuna liked what he saw. Slender but not too thin, healthy but not unblemished skin. The bite marks above his nipples, the fingerprint bruises on his hip bones were undesputable evidence that he wasn't the first. But he would make sure that he would be his nephew's last.
Despite the shower they had dragged him through, the brat looked like a filthy slut. As if he had been used and claimed by at least a dozen or more rutting alphas this week.
"Alpha," the brat said, words and pronunciation so sweet as his hands moved to Sukuna's neck. It wasn't a bad try. The words instinctively stirred something in Sukuna's belly, having such a sweet-smelling thing underneath calling to him. Even if his heat was artificially induced by injected heat hormones. Even if this little brat was actually his nephew.
Who was he to care and deny basic attraction?
"Alpha, please." The brat whispered again, his hand moving slowly to Sukuna's collarbone, down his broad chest, his finger fiddling with his belt.
"You need to be clearer. What do you want, omega?" Sukuna teased, basking in the tiny fraction of a second that the brat's eyes flickered with vile hatred before the omega remembered the situation he was in. The goal he wanted to achieve here.
"Take me, alpha. Make me yours, please." He begged in such a fake and yet endearing tone. Sukuna chuckled, slightly impressed by the dazed, seductive look the brat threw his way. He would have almost believed that this lust was real, that he really wanted to be torn apart by his fat knot and that he wasn't doing it out of necessity.
With that, the omega finally managed to undo the belt's buckle with one hand, his fingers slipping under Sukuna's pants as they rubbed against Sukuna's growing dick in his underwear. He pressed awkwardly against his clothed member.
His hands were more inexperienced than Sukuna had expected after a year in such a place. Perhaps he had always tried to resist, always had to be tied down to keep him from scratching, biting and hitting. How cute. Even cuter how easy it was to make him act against his nature with just the right incentive.
Sukuna leaned back, kneeling on the bed, and gazed at his nephew's naked form without his shadow looming over it. He wondered if Jin could even imagine his son in such a whorish state, in such a filthy environment. How he would weep if he ever found out.
"Present yourself if you're so eager for an alpha's dick," he ordered. "Open up while you're at it, bitch."
This time, the brat didn't even try to hide the disgust on his face, his nose wrinkling as his watery eyes avoided Sukuna's own gaze.
Slowly, he turned on all fours. The collar rubbed against his neck, the leather slightly strained by the new angle. The metal chain rattled.
His spine arched beautifully as his head fell onto the mattress. His thighs parted slightly, his still untouched, hardening cock hanging between his legs.
Sukuna heard the brat sniffle, burying his face in the sheets as his right hand moved to his backside, index and middle fingers clumsily travelling down his ass crack until they reached his pink and puffy hole.
At first his fingers just teased the rim, collecting the clear liquid that had already trickled down his perineum. Slow circular movements around his entrance. His whole body jerked as the forefinger found its way in, pushing out even more slick beside it. He pulled the finger out and pushed it back in.
"Faster," Sukuna ordered, freeing his own dick from the tight confines of the short at the lewd sight. His nephew was fingering himself, presenting his hole naughtily to a man he didn't know was his own uncle.
The omega did as he was told and inserted finger number two, both digits squeezing quickly against each other as they were pushed in and out. Slick dripped down onto the bathrobe. Between the omega's thighs, Yuuji's dick grew more and more despite being completely neglected, almost as if he actually enjoyed the alpha's attention, as only someone as heartless as Sukuna would claim.
Sukuna enjoyed the sight, the humiliation that emanated from the bitch with every passing second, his fingers thrusting into his ass in preparation for a knot he didn't want.
Sukuna decided he had played long enough. He reached forward and grabbed Yuuji by his angular, bruised waist. The omega gasped and quickly removed his fingers in surprise. Sukuna spread his cheeks with his thumbs and watched as the brat's swollen hole tightened around nothing but air, already missing the intrusion.
His nephew hunched his shoulders as he mentally prepared for what was obviously to follow.
Sukuna's shaft slid perfectly between his nephew's ass cheeks, slowly rubbing his hard and veiny cock up and down as its red tip caught the omega's rim each time it passed above it. He smeared his pre-cum all over the omega's most intimate region, mixing their scents, sharing the warmth.
"One last time, tell me how much you need it. How much you need to be fucked," Sukuna groaned, pushing their bodies together like crooked jigsaw pieces that only fit together by sheer force.
"Please, a-alpha," Yuuji said, fighting another urge protest that tried to take over. "Please, fuck me. I need it so much. Just your cock, alpha."
Sukuna smirked and thrust the head of his hard dick into the tight, wet heat as soon as the word reached his ears. He plunged in without waiting for the smaller man to adjust to his impressive size. A hoarse cry escaped the omega's throat. His fingers dug into the mattress for stability as his thighs parted further to accommodate the beast of a man behind him.
Skin slapped against skin as Sukuna began to move his hips back and forth, the boy's slickness easibg the way perfectly, his ass opening up to his uncle's girth as if it had always been meant to take it. Sukuna angled his thrusts downwards, each movement gracing omega's prostate, causing his nephew's limbs to spasm.
"Yes, alpha," the brat gasped, even moving into the sink with the alpha behind him, seeking the pleasure the alpha's cock gave him. At least one useful habit he had picked up while he was here.
Sukuna quickened his pace, his eyes tracing the rim of his oblivious nephew as it opened for him as he thrust back in, accepting his uncle's cock so hungrily, almost sucking him deeper each time. Warm slick coated his shaft, trickling down his balls as they slapped against omega's own.
"Alpha, I... I have to..." the brat stammered. The muscles in his abdomen and lower back were already tensing, his throbbing cock bobbing back and forth with each thrust from behind, still untouched, pre-cum dripping from his slit. "Alpha, I... I can't." He gasped for air.
"You may," Sukuna allowed, delighted to have the omega so pliant beneath him, so receptive to his touch.
"Alpha!" The omega yelled as his orgasm rippled through his slender body, his useless cum staining his stomach, chest and the bed below in beautiful clear stripes. The tension fled from his body, easily handled and pushed around as Sukuna moved his own hips at the same hard pace as before. The brat's eyes lost focus as the afterglow dulled all his senses. Only small moans left his body each time his uncle thrust into him, stimulating his prostate so mercilessly and cruelly.
Now, for the first time since entering the room, Sukuna smelled something other than the artificial pheromones the hormone injection had caused the omega to produce. A scent, very soft and subdued, but real and more addictive than the artificial stuff could ever be.
Sukuna leaned down, pulling on the chain of the collar to pull the omega forward, flattening the arch of his back so that his nose could brush the brat's neck, just above the collar.
Sukuna's mouth watered. His alpha instincts told him to rip off the fake leather and bite into his sweet nephew's scent gland, ruining him forever, unlike all the patrons who had entered this place before him, leaving only temporary marks.
He shook his head, restraining himself for now, for the best was yet to come.
"You want my knot, don't you? So in need of it." He said, his own rhythm faltering as his own climax approached. "Doing so much to see your daddy again, hm?"
The omega could only nod. A weak gasp escaped his lungs as the base of Sukuna's cock finally expanded, stretching the omega's abused hole further and further each time the alpha thrust so deeply inside.
"But Yuuji," he said softly. The name still caught the omega's attention despite his exhaustion. "I'm not sure your daddy would want to see you again after all this."
The brat frowned, turning his head away to ignore the cruel, mocking words Sukuna let rain down on him.
"After all," he said, punctuating each poisonous syllable with a harsh thrust. "Who could love an omega son who came on his own uncle's knot?"
The brat's limbs tensed. "Uncle?" He whispered and blinked, clarity returning to his gaze in an instant. He glanced over his shoulder, his breath quickening as the hatred in his eyes was replaced by shock and disgust.
"Stop," he gargled. As if he had a say in any of this.
"No, stop!" The brat screamed, pulling away from him, his limbs coming to life in an instant as he tried to get away from the man on top of him in sheer panic.
Sukuna wouldn't let him. He slammed his nephew's head into the mattress as the knot expanded to its final size, trapping him in his nephew's tight intestines as the first load of his hot cum spilled out. Coating the walls of the omega in sticky whites.
Still, the boy tried to crawl away, pulling at the knot inside him, even though pulling out now would end in tearing and bleeding.
"Stay here, brat," Sukuna groaned, his cock throbbing as another load of cum flooded his nephew's insides. His grip tightened on the omega's hips, holding him in place with bruising strength.
"No," the brat whimpered, shaking his head. "Stop, please."
Sukuna rolled his hips, nudging his knot a little deeper to make his point clear. There was no escape.
"No," the omega groaned weakly.
Sukuna grinned as the omega's ass strangled his cock, milking him dry despite his verbal protests. His protected womb wanted to be filled.
Before coming here, Sukuna had had many ideas about what he should do once he got his hands on Jin's little omega son, in what order he should send his bother the omega's body parts until he realised from whom they had been amputated.
But now he had to admit that his little nephew was a feisty but addictive little minx that he couldn't just let go of. An even sweeter plan of revenge popped into his head.
He reached into his back pocket for the handy knife he had brought with him.
The omega stopped thrashing around as the sharp edge of the blade travelled across his back. Sukuna wanted to carve his name into his back, draw crimson patterns into his flesh. Another time, perhaps.
He slid the knife sideways between the false leather around his nephew's neck. He twisted the handle around and split the collar with a single cut, revealing his scent gland in the middle of a strip of skin that was not as tanned as the rest of his nephew's body.
Before the boy could react, Sukuna threw the knife out of the bed and lifted the omega into his lap with ease, Sukuna's chin touching the other's scalp, his nose nestled into his pink wet hair. The brat gasped in surprise, his own body weight pushing him further onto his uncle's knotting cock.
Sukuna nuzzled his nephew's neck, searching for that lovely scent he had smelled earlier. His teeth settled on the unmarked skin in anticipation.
"No! Anything but that. I'll do anything," Yuuji shouted. His hands tried everything to shield his neck.
Sukuna smiled and whispered into Yuuji's ear. "Tell me how much you enjoy your uncle's knot inside you then."
"I-I love it. My- my uncle's knot feels so good, pl- please." Yuuji stuttered hastily, his voice cracking and jumping octaves in ugly desperation.
"Hmm, I'm not convinced, slut," Sukuna said, annoyed that Yuuji wasn't even trying to be as sweet as before.
The brat bit his lips and squirmed in Sukuna's lap as he was overwhelmed by another spurt of cum filling his abdomen.
"No one has ever felt so good, please alpha. Fuck me again if you want, but..." Yuuji stopped mid-sentence as he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, disgusting sniffles replacing any words that could be uttered to save him from his wicked fate.
Sukuna thought that was all he was going to get. Well, it was good while it lasted. The alpha grabbed his nephew's flailing wrists and pulled his hands away from his scent glands. He fletched his teeth.
He leaned over his nephew's scent gland and bit down, drawing blood from Yuuji's neck as he claimed the omega as his own. Yuuji screamed, loud and frightened, still trying to get away from Sukuna. Then his whole body went limp, his back falling against Sukuna's chest in defeat.
The omega had become his sweet little mate.
Sukuna chuckled as he let go and licked the wound clean, the mating bite left by his fangs oozing red and sweet blood.
"I'm sure they made you get rid of it every time you got knocked up here, didn't they?" Sukuna asked, placing a hand on the omega's slightly swollen belly, so warm and full of his fertile seed. The omega's shoulders tensed, but he didn't give Sukuna an answer. Sukuna would be lenient this time, for he was in a good mood.
"Don't worry, I will let you keep any puppies I give you," he promised ominously.
He felt his knot finally dieing down. He pulled out his softening dick and pushed the omega from his lap. His mate fell lifelessly forward, landing on his stomach without even trying to break the fall with his arms. A mixture of sperm and slick trickled out of his gaping pink hole. New purple bruises were already forming on his hips.
Sukuna almost got hard again as he watched the rim try to close itself and considered going for a second round, but he knew they had a flight to catch.
Sukuna rose from the bed, satisfied as he tucked his dick away. He glanced at his phone. Uraume had texted him ten minutes ago, already done with the paperwork and the transaction for the omega with the owner of this rotten establishment.
Yuuji still did not move, his hands wrapped in the sheets. Sukuna threw his jacket over him.
"Get up, brat, we're leaving." He ordered.
The brat still didn't move.
"Do you want to see your father again or not?" Sukuna snapped.
With that, the omega began to stand up, very slowly. He wrapped himself in the jacket, dragged it high up to his neck, to hide all the marks his uncle had put on him, as well as all the other bruises his body carried. He tried to stand, bare feet on the dirty old carpet, sperm and slick dripping down onto the ground. His knees trembled like a little fawn taking its first steps.
His watering eyes were fixed on the floor, but he nodded. Sukuna gripped the omega's jaw, lifted his chin until their eyes met, until he could admire those lovely pools of gold and honey. They looked beautiful in tears.
"Brat, nephews should answer when their uncle asks them something," he said. "And mates should too."
The brat gulped, his arms wrapped around his body as he opened his mouth to speak again. "Please let me see my father again."
Sukuna looked at him expectantly.
"Alpha," the brat pushed out.
"Good boy," Sukuna said, grabbing the boy's wrist and dragging him out of the room in nothing but his jacket, which barely covered his hips.
The brat's feet stumbled over each other as he tried to keep up with Sukuna's straight steps, slow and awkward, and Sukuna would throw him over his shoulder if he fell to his knees one more time. They left the entrance of the 'hotel' and the bright summer sun shone down on them. The brat hissed and used his arm to get some shade for his tired eyes.
Uraume was already waiting for them and opened the back door of their car when they saw their boss approaching with the brat in tow. Sukuna shoved his nephew onto the back seat before getting in himself. The brat crawled across the leather, pressing his body against the opposite door.
"Shall we make a quick stop at a clothing store, boss?" Uraume asked as they settled into the front seat and handed Sukuna several documents.
"No need for that. Take us straight to the airport, Uraume," Sukuna ordered, knowing they'd get his private plane anyway, but he noticed the blush deepening on the brat's face, who of course knew nothing of this and probably thought he was about to be dragged half naked through the airport gates as well. Sukuna grinned. His mate's distress tasted like syrup on his tongue.
Uraume turned the key and drove off, doing the right thing by not questioning Sukuna's decision or commenting on the stench of pheromones, sex and the rotten, mouldy hotel smell that filled the car by now.
The minutes passed and Sukuna glanced to his left as soon as he had finished reading the contract Uraume had signed in his name for the brat, including a passport and other medica recordsl. Interestingly, no document told the alpha how his nephew had been acquired and brought here over a year ago.
Something in Sukuna's chest tightened as he looked at his nephew, who was huddled against the door, his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him.
"Are you excited, brat? How long has it been since you've been outside?" He asked.
The brat looked at him and nodded before hastily opening his mouth to give the alpha a proper answer. "I-I don't really... no one really spoke Japanese and there was no calendar..." he stammered.
Sukuna nodded. "Do you know who sold you and brought here? Must be some powerful individual." Sukuna asked.
"I... no," Yuuji shook his head. "There were several... people. It's a little hazy. The memory, I mean." He mumbled.
Sukuna hmmd, wondering if it was worth chasing after those loose ends now that the brat was in his possession anyway.
Sukuna's hand reached across the centre seat to grab the brat's arm. He pulled his unwilling mate across real leather seats, the brat's thighs splitting as he found himself in Sukuna's lap. Sukuna had him face him, pressing their chests together just to feel the brat's heated and sweaty body against him.
Sukuna didn't mind the brat's hands pressing against his chest. His face slipped under the jacket and nuzzled the brat's neck once more, licking the pulsing bite mark on the omega's neck that had the brat writhing and trembling, though Sukuna couldn't tell if it was from fear or overstimulation.
The mixture of slick and alpha semen spilled over the pants of Sukuna's suit. Much less delightful fluids had stained his clothes in the past, so he didn't really care.
"Are you going to behave now?" Sukuna said.
The brat nodded, still so tense.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed, growing suspicious as the tiny glimmer of defiance still flickered in his mate's eyes, clearly waiting for the right opportunity to present itself, perhaps planning something mischievous for when they reached their homeland.
The weight on Sukuna's chest grew heavier, something like a hunger he had never felt before rising from a part of his mind that had long since disappeared, a territorial urge unlike anything Sukuna had felt in decades. A warmth he hadn't felt in his burned-out ruins of a soul for years.
The hand on the nephew's back moved down to his buttocks, the fingertips sliding between his cheeks to find and finger the loose, dripping hole.
"Why..." the boy whimpered, his body tensing in Sukuna's lap. A muffled gasp for air accompanied the sodden sound that soon echoed through the car. Those yellow eyes watered again, losing the defiant edge that infuriated Sukuna with every fibre of his being.
"No, uncle. Alpha, please..." his mate whimpered. "It hurts."
"No, it doesn't." Sukuna said, twisting the two fingers deeper against those wet velvet walls. The omega's dick twitched alive, rubbing against Sukuna's belly in response, overly sensitive to this kind of stimulation due to the hormone shot still coursing through his veins.
Suddenly, Uraume took a sharp turn to avoid a car that had pulled out of a driveway without paying proper attention to the traffic. The pmega muttered something breathlessly obscene under his groans as the velocity of the turn pushed him roughly onto his uncle's fingers.
He shook his head, his hands flying to Sukuna's shoulders for balance. His breathing picked up again, fighting the moans and groans that spewed from his mouth as another wave of pleasure took his body by storm.
"No, I... it. Not here. Please stop..." He gasped.
"You're clearly enjoying this, you filthy slut," Sukuna chuckled. "People might hear you outside when you're moaning and whimpering like this." He teased.
The omega shook his head in denial, while simultaneously rolling his hips to find the quick release he so desperately needed. He rubbed his cock against Sukuna's stomach, looking for any kind of friction. The alpha continued to thrust his finger into him, his tongue licking the brat's salty tears of shame from his face.
"Good boy, come on your uncle's fingers," Sukuna allowed.
His nephew sniffled. His thighs trembled, pushing Sukuna's own legs into the seat as they tried to snap shut. Sukuna felt a wetness on his abdomen, a dark stain growing as the brat's cock released another spurt of cum.
Sukuna grinned, the hunger in his chest satisfied for the moment as the omega leaned against him. He caught his breath, rocking back and forth as the car bounced over various bumps in the road.
Sukuna cleaned his slick-coated fingers with the fabric of the jacket as his nose dipped into the brat's hair. Sweat and the undertone of the omega's own scent fought the dominance of the artificial pheromones.
Sukuna wondered how long the induced heat would last. The cheap stuff had a reputation for being too unpredictable. They also had a lot of nasty side effects if used too often. He made a mental note to get his little mate a proper medical check-up as soon as they got back to Japan.
The brat's breathing evened out, his eyes closed as he fell asleep in Sukuna's lap from sheer exhaustion, looking more like Jin without his golden eyes as the difference between them disappeared in the omega's slumbering expression.
Chest against chest, Sukuna felt their heartbeats slowly synchronise. It was a common phenomenon among claimed omegas, and yet something about it unsettled Sukuna. The alpha frowned and tore his eyes away from the brat in his lap, looking out of the tinted windows and waiting for the ride to end.
Yuuji had asked him 'why' and Sukuna was beginning to wonder himself.