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Whatever Megumi expected Yuji to say; however Megumi expected him to react - he didn’t. There was no cry of disbelief or outrage. He twisted free of Megumi’s grasp and asked, simply, sadly, “Junpei’s really dead?”
Megumi opened and closed his mouth. Then, he pressed his lips together and nodded, looking somewhere over Yuji’s shoulder to avoid the raw look in his eyes. And the way they shone with tears. “Yes.”
Yuji sat down hard on the bench and dropped his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling with silent tears while Megumi hovered in front of him, uncertain. Fuck. Fuck! This was exactly why Megumi had to lie. Yuji wasn’t ready to accept what had to be done to protect their relationship, to protect him .
Megumi chewed on the inside of his cheek and resisted the urge to soothe his omega, the fermented fruit smell of Yuji’s stress and shock curdling his already upset stomach. He knelt in front of the bench, trying not to crowd or rush Yuji, but unbearably compelled to be close because Yuji smelt so upset. His inner alpha howled and howled in displeasure.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He didn’t want to make Yuji cry.
“I’m sorry,” Megumi said again, feeling useless. “Please stop crying.”
Yuji sniffled and sat up, revealing his tear-ruddy cheeks as he crudely wiped his snot shiny nose on his coveralls. His tone was steel-sharp, like Junpei’s death whetted it, and did not match his waterlogged expression. “The curse - it can be killed?”
“Exorcised,” Megumi corrected.
“Could I exorcise it?” Yuji asked seriously.
Megumi blinked, surprised. This wasn’t one of the topics he mentally rehearsed. “Only a jujutsu sorcerer can exorcise a curse.”
A disappointed, “Oh.” Then, Yuji perked up. “Can I become a jujutsu sorcerer?”
Megumi turned a couple of different answers over in his mind and settled on, “I could try to teach you a few things. But it would take years of training to exorcise the curse attached to you. And you’d still have to find some way to summon it.”
Yuji’s upper lip ticked, then settled. He looked down at his shoes. “Right.”
The curl of Yuji’s shoulders tugged at Megumi’s heart. It felt like he’d popped a kids balloon, so he permitted himself a consoling hand on Yuji’s shoulder. When Yuji did not flinch away, he swiped his thumb once across a ribbon of muscle near Yuji’s neck. “Come with me and no one else will get hurt. I can help you. We’ll exorcise your curse together .”
“If I come with you, the curse won’t hurt anyone else?” Yuji repeated. He looked over his shoulder at Junpei’s dorm, now lit from within as students woke and began their day, then back at Megumi.
Megumi stood and dusted his knees with the backs of his hands. The sun had almost fully risen in the sky and the exhaustion of the day was settling into Megumi’s bones. He held a hand out to Yuji to help him to his feet and said, empathic, like these were the truest words he’d ever spoken, “I won’t let it.”
Yuji took it.
They go back to Yuji’s small apartment, Megumi looming protectively around the edges of each room Yuji entered with his fists in his pockets, nonchalantly setting the bottle he’d knocked over upright when they went into the living room and sliding the chocolate bar wrapper into the trash. If Yuji noticed Megumi picking up, he didn’t say anything. He buzzed determinedly around the room assembling the contents of a small suitcase.
When they got to Yuji’s room he stopped. The rest of the house smelt like Megumi, sure, but the bedroom was on another level. Everything reeked of Megumi’s want.
“Get what you need,” Megumi said, watching his omega’s reaction from the corner of his eye.
Yuji’s nostrils flared, and he nodded, a little stilted. He went to his closet and disappeared for a moment behind the door. Megumi took the opportunity to wipe his sweaty hands on his pants and turn off his phone. Gojo could always track them with six eyes, but that didn’t mean they had to make it tracking-app easy.
Megumi closed his eyes and inhaled his and Yuji’s overlapping scent and couldn’t help but flash the empty room a wild grin. Yuji was coming with him! Megumi couldn’t fucking believe it.
Yuji. Yuji. Yuji! All to Megumi! They’d travel to the Zenin family home, a place they’d be safe from Gojo, and live happily ever after together! He couldn’t help but imagine a million angles of their life together: tatami mats pushed together,
Earlier that night, all Megumi could ask for.
But now, in Yuji’s room, surrounded by Yuji’s scent, having touched Yuji’s bare skin for the first time, Megumi was greedy for more, more, more. The stomach ache from earlier twisted his lower belly into knots.
“Fushiguro?” Yuji called.
Megumi’s eyes flew open and found Yuji standing in the doorway of the closet staring at him. He looked almost… worried. Megumi’s knotted guts grew hot .
“Are you okay?”
“Just tired,” Megumi said quickly. “I used my technique a lot today.”
“Technique?”
“That thing with the rabbits.”
Yuji paused thoughtfully. “Could I learn how to do that?”
“No.”
Yuji sighed. “But I liked the rabbits.” He tossed the clothes he’d chosen unfolded into the suitcase and zipped it. Obviously, Yuji didn’t think wrinkles would be a concern where they were going.
He crossed the room with his suitcase and, like he’d almost talked himself out of it, squeezed Megumi’s elbow as he passed for the hallway.
A dizzy heat sliced Megumi to his core. Yuji was comforting him. The thought lit him up inside and made it impossible to think past that strange, building warmth in his belly and canine teeth…
“Fushiguro? Fushiguro?”
Megumi blinked, and he was sitting on the edge of Yuji’s bed, Yuji’s face hovering a few inches in front of his own. “What?” Megumi asked as he looked around disoriented. When had he sat down?
“You’re an alpha, right?” Yuji asked. He was crouched like a frog with his hips squared and knees bent. The fabric of the coveralls was tight around his full inner thighs. Megumi imagined holding them open as he nuzzled between Yuji’s legs and licked at the sensitive glands there. Some omega’s could come from gland stimulation alone. What if Yuji could come just from Megumi lapping at his sweet skin?
Megumi only realized he really had reached to touch Yuji’s thigh when strong fingers gripped his wrist.
“Answer me,” Yuji demanded.
“What?” Megumi asked. He couldn’t remember what Yuji had asked.
“Are you an alpha?”
Megumi blushed. “Yes.”
“Haven’t you gone into rut before?”
Megumi shook his head. “I was sexed by blood type. I haven’t had my first rut.”
Yuji’s eyes widened. “How old are you?”
Megumi could lie - but his naivety would betray his age. He really hadn’t been through a rut yet. Doctors said it wasn’t cause for concern until twenty-one, but Gojo thought it was a topic of endless comedy. Fushiguro-kun hasn’t even gone through second puberty yet.
If this was his rut he would need Yuji. So he told the truth.
“Seventeen.”
Yuji gasped aloud and stood abruptly, his face going beet red. “You’re seventeen?”
“It doesn’t matter how old I am - I’m still a jujutsu sorcerer.”
Megumi stood. Shadows splashed up around Megumi’s ankles and lapped at his knees like waves. He looked very powerful, and the air around him crackled like a downed power-line letting off sparks.
“The strongest jujutsu sorcerer,” he finished.
“You’re still going into your first rut,” Yuji said, pinching his nose between his fingers as he rose. The red in his face collected at the center of his cheeks in a bright, nearly feverish flush. He looked away. “I’m sorry. Your smell- it’s really strong.”
“Do you like it?” Megumi asked.
Yuji’s blush got impossibly deeper and he reached for a pillow on his bed. “I’ll crash on the couch. The worst of your rut will pass by morning.”
Megumi’s hand darted out to capture Yuji’s on its own accord. “No,” he said. Too harshly if Yuji’s flinch was any indication. Megumi softened his voice and tried again. “We can’t stay here.”
“But you said the curse-“
“You were the last person to see Junpei alive. Do you think the police will believe he walked out of this apartment and vanished on the way home? We have to get out of here before they come looking for you!”
Because if Gojo had a starting point for looking for me, this would be it, Megumi thought.
“They won’t come before morning,” Yuji insisted. “And with your power, we could run in an instant.”
A hook in Megumi’s guts pulled and pulled him towards Yuji, an almost painful sharpness to his desire; but still, his frustration bubbled. Yuji should trust him. Megumi was looking out for the two of them. Couldn’t Yuji at least try to understand that?
“It’s better that we get a head start,” Megumi said.
Yuji tried his luck one more time. “I don’t think you can travel like this.”
“Enough, Yuji.” Megumi got off the bed slowly and held out his hand. “Do you have your phone?”
Yuji reached into his pocket, strangely trusting or slightly afraid Megumi wasn’t sure, and fished out his phone. He set it face up in Megumi’s palm.
“What do you need it for?” Yuji asked as Megumi swiped open the screen.
Huh. No password.
That was just the kind of person Yuji was.
“I’m calling us a cab,” Megumi answered as he brought the phone to his ear. When the dispatcher asked his location he confidently recited the address.
“Ask for a beta driver.” Yuji stage whispered.
Smart. The scent of another alpha might set off Megumi’s more… protective instincts. “And can I request a beta driver?”
The dispatcher agreed to the stipulation and informed him that they would send over a beta driven taxi right away. Megumi thanked her and hung up the phone. Then, he channeled a little cursed energy into his hand and crushed Yuji’s phone in his fist. Hard plastic chunks dusted the carpet between their feet.
“What’d you do that for?” Yuji cried.
“They could use it to track you.”
“Still. You could’ve asked,” Yuji grumbled.
“You handed me your phone, didn’t you?” Megumi retorted.
Yuji only blinked and smiled a little sadly. “I guess I did.”
As they left, Megumi tipped over the trash can and tossed a few couch cushions, strategically pillaging the apartment.
“What’re you doing?” Yuji asked from the doorway.
“Tripping up the cops,” Megumi said. This way they’d be half trying to solve the mystery of who’d broken into Yuji’s apartment when they came looking for Junpei. Maybe it’d be enough to divert suspicions and keep Yuji’s name and face off the news - as a suspect at least.
They just needed some time ; an opportunity to put some distance between all of this and them.
Yuji watched as Megumi worked quickly to destroy his small apartment and did not say another word until they entered the elevator together.
“I brought something for you,” Yuji said at last, his hand dipping into his pocket and pulling out a long piece of cloth. “I scented it for you. I-“ He blushed again. “I think it will bring you comfort.”
Megumi carefully took the scarf. His heart ran a medal-winning race in his chest as he lifted it to his nose. Yuji has to know what this means. The implications of a scent token like this were many, and intimate. A confession between two that they couldn’t go on without the presence of their beloved.
Megumi inhaled, and sweet peaches and blooming flowers rushed to his head. Yuji smelled even better than usual as Megumi’s pre-rut pheromones picked at the edges of his control. Megumi couldn’t help the satisfaction that leaked into his smell.
Things had been a bit not good earlier, but that was behind them. Yuji liked Megumi’s smell. Seemed helpless but to react to it.
Fated pairs. It was the coined term used to refer to the biological phenomena of an alpha and omega driven beyond reason by each other's heat or rut scent alone. Sure - most alpha’s and omega’s felt some kind of compulsion when they smelt another’s heat or rut. But everything Megumi read on the internet told him a shared heat/rut between fated pairs was something else entirely; a complete take-over of the basal alpha and omega instincts within them. Totally primal. Totally hot. And the perfect chance for Megumi to put a pup into Yuji. Then he’d never leave.
Megumi chuffed at the thought and the sound filled the small space. His inhibitions were gone.
Beside him, Yuji braced a trembling hand on the wall and stared at the doors as if willing the elevator to hurry down. They were absolutely drowning in each other's scents.
The elevator dinged.
Yuji skidded across the lobby and pushed outside, desperate for fresh air. His chest pitched as he took big gulping breaths. Megumi followed him outside, scarf clutched in hand, and the two climbed into the back of the taxi. Megumi pulled up Yuji’s hood as they settled in the backseat to hide his pink hair.
“Where to?” The driver asked.
“Tokyo,” Megumi replied instantly.
Yuji sat forward. “You won’t make it,” he whispered urgently. Tokyo was more than a five hours drive from the village. Then louder, he said to the driver, “Know any good hotels in the city?”
The driver's eyes swept over Megumi and Yuji in the mirror and he cracked a smile. Even without an alphan or omegan sense of smell, he knew what was going on between them. “Sure. I know a place.”
Yuji thanked the driver and asked if it was okay to crack the window. He laughed and said of course, so Yuji rolled down the glass a little and lifted his nose to catch the breeze that came in.
“You two been together long?” The driver asked to make conversation.
“A few months,” Yuji replied easily, not looking at Megumi.
Megumi’s head drooped against the door and he held the scarf to his face as discreetly as he could. Shamefully, he was already fully hard in his trousers. He glanced at Yuji from the corner of his eye to see if Yuji had noticed, but Yuji’s gaze bore out the window, almost intentionally avoiding Megumi’s, and he was still blushing like crazy.
Megumi wanted to reach out and touch him but didn’t.
They were here. Together.
That was enough for now.
The hotel was nice but inexpensive. Yuji pulled his hood low over his face and littered a step behind as Megumi approached the front desk to make their arrangements like they’d discussed in the car. His pink hair was so distinct an eye-witness might remember it for weeks. “Oh yeah? That guy? I saw him at the rose hotel!”
The concierge tapped away at her screen for a while, then said, “I’m sorry, but we have only one room right now. A single.”
Megumi exhaled harshly between clenched teeth. Sweat collected in earnest in his hairline and under his arms. This is taking too long. The ride there had sucked up every ounce of patience Megumi had. “Could you call another hotel for us?” Megumi snapped. “And we’ll need another cab.”
Yuji stepped forward and put a comforting hand on Megumi’s back. “We’ll take the room.” His head dipped in a shallow bow. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Megumi flushed in surprise and shock as he reached for his wallet. He paid for the night and the next day with cash and then trailed after Yuji up the stairs to their second-floor room. Yuji swiped the key card and let them inside.
Then, they were alone in a hotel room in a city they’d never been. A big bed took up most of the room but there was a small cabinet packed with snacks and a mini-fridge in the corner. There was a white corded phone on the bedside table to call for room service or more towels. Two chairs, a small circular table, and a loveseat sat in front of the TV.
Yuji sat on the edge of the love seat and started unlacing his shoes.
“What’re you doing?” Megumi asked.
“Getting ready,” Yuji said.
“For what?”
“Can’t you smell it?” Yuji asked, not exactly happily. He got his shoes off and lined them up under the window. “Your rut triggered my heat.”
Megumi could smell it. Had been able to smell it since a few minutes into their cab ride. “Oh,” he said. He felt stupid and turned on all at once. They really were fated pairs… His rut smell had been enough to inspire an early cycle in Yuji. He swallowed. “Are we…” He trailed off and shuddered with excitement.
Was Yuji going to have sex with him? It would be the only way to end this shared cycle quickly. If they resisted, it could take days to pass…
“I don’t know how long we have,” Yuji said. He didn’t need to put the rest of his sentence into words either. He unbuckled his coverall straps and pushed them down to his waist. “You have to prepare me now.”
Yuji stepped out of the coveralls and stood in his tight black boxers and shirt. Sunlight streamed in through the window and lit Yuji’s silhouette on fire. His light brown eyes had a filmy sheen over them.
“Fushiguro?” Yuji’s hand hesitated at the hem of his shirt. “If we keep traveling, someone will smell me. And they might say or do something to trigger the curse. Please just… Just help me.”
Megumi’s guts clenched, and his cock throbbed. “I’ve never done anything like this before. But I want you,” Megumi admitted rawly.
Yuji reached for him. “It’s okay, I’ll help you. But we have to hurry.”
Megumi nodded. The heat inside of him was growing unbearable. “How do I, um, prepare you?”
“Kiss me,” Yuji said.
“Yeah,” Megumi breathlessly replied. “Okay.” He took Yuji’s outstretched hand in his own and leaned forward to clumsily press their mouths together. It was Megumi’s first kiss.
Yuji tasted just as sweet as he smelled, and Megumi pressed forward and wrapped an arm around Yuji to draw their chests together, Yuji’s bare thighs rubbing against Megumi’s knees. Eager palms ran down Yuji’s spine, over his ribs, and finally, they broke apart as Megumi tugged his shirt off.
In nothing but his boxers, Yuji was an absolute vision. His nipples were pink, and his palm-sized breasts swollen. Megumi’s teeth ached to sink into all the tanned, muscle-chorded skin he’d only seen from behind the closet door.
“You’re so beautiful,” he exhaled. He pressed open mouth kisses to Yuji’s cheeks and chin. Everything felt feverishly warm to the touch. “Yuji-chan. Yuji-chan.”
Yuji groaned. The sound zipped like a lightning bolt from Megumi’s canines to his cock. Fingers wrapped around Megumi’s jaw and tilted his chin down. They kissed some more. Yuji’s tongue traced Megumi’s bottom lip and slipped inside to lick across his tongue.
Yuji pulled away. “Kiss my neck,” he demanded.
Megumi held the back of Yuji’s head and nuzzled at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, the pheromones there dizzyingly potent, his mouth leaving wet kisses and lathes on the skin around Yuji’s swollen scent gland.
“Don’t bite me,” Yuji said.
Megumi did not reply.
When Yuji pulled at the buttons of his shirt he sat back for just long enough to strip out of his jujutsu tech uniform. Yuji’s hands found the planes of his ridged chest and he humped his hard cock against Yuji’s stomach.
“Bed,” Megumi growled. One word seemed almost more than he was capable of, and he bumped his shoulder against Yuji’s to show his urgency.
They stumbled back until Yuji’s knees hit the bed and they went sprawling across the mattress. Their lips found each other again in the tangle of limbs and they kissed almost frantically.
“Finger me,” Yuji panted against Megumi’s mouth. “Open me up now so I’m not too sore.”
Megumi moaned. “Yuji…”
Their hands fumbled at the waist of Yuji’s boxers. When Megumi realized he couldn’t get Yuji naked while laying on top of him, he tore the fabric down its seam and chucked it carelessly over his shoulder.
Yuji’s cocklet was hard, and its cute tip was pink. Drool collected in Megumi’s mouth and he crawled down Yuji’s body to suck him.
Yuji cried out and fisted his hands in Megumi’s hair when he was swallowed down. Curious fingers slid through the slick collected in Yuji’s crack and pressed bluntly at his hole.
Megumi’s heart pounded when his finger slipped inside and Yuji’s back arched on a moan. He couldn’t help but fit another finger inside along the first, twisting and pumping, Yuji’s hole clenching tightly around thick fingers as slick gushed down the backs of his legs.
He’s so wet for me, Megumi thought dazedly. He took his mouth off Yuji’s cocklet to lap up some of the dripping slick and whimpered. It’s so good. The best thing Megumi had ever tasted.
He shoved his nose deep into Yuji’s taint, licking and slurping wildly, thoughts falling out of his head just as soon as they entered it. His tongue found Yuji’s stretched rim.
“Alpha!” Yuji cried.
And everything went red.