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The smell of ambrosia and liquor filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath preparing himself for the inevitable night to come. All around the banquet hall, he heard loud cheers and shouts of glee permeating the vast and opulent space of House Itadori.
It was to be expected of course. They were the richest house in the land, fortune expanding from gold and iron mines, merchant vessels, weapons industry and control of the abundant crops and livestock that supplied the nation. Needless to say, anyone who married into that family is automatically blessed with wealth beyond any means, similar to reaching that metaphorical pot of gold after the rainbow.
But as he sat there on the dais, Megumi couldn’t feel the same sentiment even though he was now a member of that family. He was not nervous, no it wasn’t the wedding jitters that got him in this state. It was the sight of his now-husband talking to a black haired young man at the edge of the room. Yuuji Itadori had his arm around the other and they seemed to be laughing about something.
Megumi knew what this feeling was. He knew it even before they said their vows, even before his father, the head of House Zenin, told him he was to marry into the Itadori household for the sake of combining the two families, even before he kept bothering his father for him to spend his holidays with the young Itadori heir.
He was in love with him, with his childhood friend. And now, he knew that what was coursing through his veins was none other than pure unadulterated jealousy as he saw the man whisper something in his husband’s ear.
He knew it was futile. This feeling. Because he understood then when their marriage was announced to them by the two heads of the families, that it was simply a marriage of convenience, nothing more. He remembered when Yuuji just nodded and said ‘okay’ as if marrying him was simply a household chore.
It was probably out of courtesy for their friendship that he agreed. That sounded something Yuuji would do, always considerate of others, always kind, helpful, reliable, and thoughtful, all the qualities an heir of a powerful family should have. But amidst all these qualities, his friend can be somewhat dense as well.
For years, Megumi had been giving hints to him about his affections such as making him his favorite lunch before he did his rounds, massaging his neck and back when his workload that day got too much, a gentle caress when they see each other in the morning and a small peck on the cheek before they parted ways. And to Megumi’s disappointment, Yuuji seemed to pass all these as fond acts of friendship.
Yuuji simply didn’t see him that way. That the young heir probably has someone else which is why he couldn’t let Megumi into his heart. That he merely agreed to be wed because it was his grandfather’s orders and Megumi knew for a fact that he’d never let his old man down.
And that was what hurt him the most. He married him out of duty.
He thought he would be utterly happy with the notion of marrying him, even if it was not in the scenario he had imagined. But seeing him being friendly with another man, just a few hours after they said their vows, made him want to vomit the meat, grease and wine he’d consumed.
Perhaps it was the alcohol or the sheer exhaustion of the activities on their wedding day, that made him excuse himself and went out of the hall and into one of the gardens where he collapsed on one of the benches. He finally succumbed and cried himself where no one could see or hear him, regretting the day he agreed to marry his best friend.
He woke up looking at an unfamiliar ceiling, or canopy to be exact. Eyes adjusting to the dark room, he found someone sitting on the other side of the bed staring at him. He lifted himself to lean on his elbows as he addressed the other.
“Yuuji?” His voice sounded raspy and his throat dry. He saw his husband take a glass of water from the bedside table and hand it over to him.
“Here, drink up first.”
He took the offered beverage and felt relief when the cool water soothed his throat and helped alleviate the dull thud he was currently feeling from the side effects of drinking too much alcohol.
He stared back at Yuuji who was looking at him with concern, his eyebrows furrowed, one of his hands rubbing gentle circles on his back.
The soft glow of the garden lamps outside the window cast some light in the room. But even in the darkness, Megumi could trace Yuuji’s handsome features, his golden eyes, that angular jaw, those pink soft lips. And as his eyes ventured downward, he belatedly realized that his husband was currently shirtless exposing his chest and impressive muscular torso. His loose pants hung low on his hips which gave Megumi a view of his v-line.
Gods he was a feast for the eyes. Just the half-naked sight of him had Megumi feeling that familiar surge of warmth towards his nether regions. He didn’t know if it was the residual alcohol in his system that got him scrambling forward but he somehow knew it was since the sober him wouldn’t dare do what he was doing now.
“Yuuji.” His voice dropped to a slur as his hands made purchase of the other’s face.
Somewhere in his inebriated mind, he remembered that they should talk first. That he should ask his “husband” about what he witnessed earlier. To clarify where they stand, something they should have done prior to standing at the altar and saying I Do.
But Megumi, after so many years of pining after Yuuji, just wanted to have this one moment, a moment that he can at least savor and treasure for the years to come that they would spend together as a couple with the knowledge that only one of them actually has feelings for the other.
It is with this thought in mind that motivated him to press his lips onto his husband’s, a slight gasp from his lips escaped before they connected. He knew this was it, that Yuuji would push him away after this. That he wanted nothing more from their relationship than to fulfill his obligations in marrying the Zenin heir.
But surprise filled him then as Yuuji returned the kiss. He felt his strong hands going to either side of his shoulders and this time it was his turn to gasp as Yuuji deepened their kiss further.
He let himself fall down on the mattress, Yuuji’s weight along with him, their lips still connected. There was this hunger inside of him that needed to be satiated, for so long, how many days and nights he just wanted to be held like this. And finally, finally he has it.
He couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips upwards giving in to the hardness that was constrained inside his wedding robes. His husband seemed to notice his discomfort as he too, rubbed against him, Megumi vaguely noting the definite bulge that now outlined the other’s trousers.
He grunted as they both ground their hips together, Yuuji setting a rhythm that almost drove him to completion right there and then. He felt his hands make quick work of disrobing him to which he willingly complied. A shiver emanated from him as his upper body was exposed to the cold air but not for too long as Yuuji’s warm hands returned and were currently mapping out the expanse of his chest. And as they lodged onto his pert nipples, he couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping his throat.
Yuuji stared down at him, his eyes gleaming of something akin to want and hunger as he licked his lips and proceeded to kiss Megumi’s neck. Wanting to take purchase of something, his hands found themselves on Yuuji’s back, fingernails scraping as Megumi continued to feel bouts of pleasure from his lips,
“Ahh!” He exclaimed as Yuuji’s lips eventually found his nipple. He felt his tongue circling the bud before he sucked on it which led Megumi to shout an expletive before seeing white covering his vision.
His husband looked up at him, smiling as he did so and continued to suck on his nipples, not stopping even as Megumi came down from his high.
“You like that?” His voice was deeper and richer than it usually was which had another round of heat surging through Megumi’s veins.
“Y-yeah.” He uttered. His hands entangled themselves on pink locks as Yuuji continued his oral ministrations.
“Want to make you scream again. Scream my name this time.” Yuuji said as he ventured downwards removing any clothing that was still covering him from the waist below. He also rid himself of his pants shortly afterwards.
Megumi moaned as he saw Yuuji’s cock. He felt it earlier when they were rubbing down on each other and thought that it's a considerable size. But looking at it now, all engorged and standing tall and erect because of him, it made an instant surge of arousal flood back to his groin.
“Yuuji.” He called out to his husband who was currently sitting back on his ankles looking at him, a strange mix of awe and admiration on his face.
But why was he staring at him like that, like he actually felt something for Megumi, was it a pity for him? Some kind of act so that he won’t be humiliated for making advances on his husband in an arranged marriage?
But no, he looked like he wanted this. To do this with Megumi.
And maybe it was the alcohol again that made Megumi decide that whatever that look was, he could pretend that it was something else. Something he desperately sought after even before they were married. For Yuuji to feel the same as well.
He knew he was hard again, and with the sight of his husband staring at his leaking cock, this spurred him to reach out and touch it. But his hand was gently pushed away as Yuuji came back from whatever trance he was in and replaced it with his own.
“I got you, Megumi. Tell me what you want.”
He felt warm hands encircle his length, pumping him slowly as another moan escaped his lips.
“M-More Yuuji, touch me more, kiss me.” He let out a needy whine as he felt Yuuji let go of his cock and ventured lower onto his throbbing entrance. He felt his finger encircle it before lightly prodding it with the tip.
“Where Gumi? Where do you want me?”
All the shame left his body as his hand grabbed Yuuji’s own and encouraged it’s prodding.
“Right there. Want you. Inside.”
Yuuji gave him a smile that could melt all the troubles in his heart before he moved away to grab something from the bedside table. Megumi heard him uncork the bottle of oil and soon felt the cool liquid on his entrance as Yuuji aligned his slick fingers.
“Ahh.” He moaned as one digit entered him. Yuuji was gentle in preparing him, making sure he was stretched enough before adding in another finger. His other hand made sure to pay attention to Megumi’s cock to distract him from the pain.
But it was a pleasurable pain for Megumi, even though it was his first time. He welcomed it the same way he allowed the hope in his heart to resurface again. It was a pain that gradually evolved to one of pleasure as Yuuji hit a spot inside him that almost made him see stars and his mouth agape to a soundless scream.
“Y-yuuji. There. Right- ahhh” He moaned as another surge of ecstasy filled him, Yuuji knowing how to push him to the brink. He was so close to reaching another orgasm when he felt his fingers leave his entrance, only for something bigger to take their place.
He felt the tip of Yuuji’s cock on his entrance as Yuuji bent him almost halfway, his face right in front of his as he was once again pulled to another deep kiss.
“Ready?” He breathed out, his golden eyes searching his for permission.
He nodded and felt Yuuji’s length enter his anus with little to almost no resistance.
Yuuji kept kissing him as he continued penetrating him, leaving him breathless each time another inch breached him. His hands went around his husband’s neck as his legs hugged his waist firmly.
They both released a moan as Yuuji bottomed out. He continued kissing Megumi’s lips and making soft kisses around his neck before he pulled out and eventually slid back in making Megumi moan loudly as Yuuji’s length went inside and out of his hole.
Yuuji set a pace that was fast and rough as he pistoned in and out of Megumi. Only the sounds of skin slapping against skin, slick noises and grunts and moans filled the four corners of their room, Megumi not caring any more for propriety with the obscene sounds he was making.
The heat was building inside him again and he was going near the edge when he felt Yuuji hit the same spot his fingers found earlier.
“Fuck ah- Yuuji!” He screamed as Yuuji continued to press on that spot.
“You feel so good, so tight for me. Ah Megumi!” Yuuji breathed into his neck as he sped up faster knowing that Megumi was nearing his orgasm as well.
“Yuuji, Yuuji!”
“Megumi-”
He felt an impossible amount of ecstasy as he felt his insides clench, tremors leaving his body as he allowed his orgasm to take its course. Yuuji allowed him to ride out his high before finishing as well inside him, screaming his name as he came.
They both laid on the bed for a while covered in sweat, saliva and other body fluids. Megumi found himself in a state of bliss and at the same time anxiety for what’s to come.
But before his thoughts ventured more onto the latter, he felt Yuuji turn on his back and left the bed towards the en suite. He came back with a wet cloth and looked at him first, probably seeking permission. And as Megumi acquiesced, he proceeded to wipe him clean.
He laid back on the bed afterwards. To Megumi’s surprise, he coaxed him closer and Megumi found himself cocooned inside his warm embrace, his head settling on the crook between his neck and shoulder.
He felt a soft kiss pressed onto the crown of his head and as he looked up, he saw the kind and gentle eyes of his best friend, his husband, his lover.
After the post-orgasmic haze filtered out, his mind’s attention came back onto the pressing matters he should have done before indulging in his carnal desires. He should do it now before anything else. Before any more confusion that will come after.
He was about to speak when Yuuji’s voice snapped him out of his musings.
“I’m sorry.”
Megumi almost didn’t catch it but the silence of the room echoed Yuuji’s voice even though it was nothing more but a whisper. The meaning behind it though spoke loudly of confusion for Megumi and it was probably evident on his face that Yuuji continued before he could voice out his questioning thoughts.
He felt Yuuji’s warm hand cradle his cheek. “I’m sorry, Megumi. That you have to agree to this, to marry me.”
His heart apparently can be broken even more from what he was hearing.
“What do you mean?” He tried to keep his voice relaxed but he couldn’t keep the slight tremble from escaping.
He felt Yuuji’s other hand grab onto his as he continued. “My grandfather always wanted peace in our land. And he thought that by unifying the powerful families can help foster that. I always knew that when it came to my marriage, it would be a political one, something arranged, out of my control.”
His husband exhaled a bated breath as he looked back at his eyes, filled with sincerity but also with a hint of remorsefulness.
“I just did not expect it to be you.”
His mind was now reeling with what he was hearing even though some part of him knew this was the logical outcome. That he was not the chosen one in Yuuji’s heart. That Yuuji was probably just pitying him and engaged in sex just because of the title they now hold as husbands.
He couldn’t stop the tremble in his voice and couldn’t look at Yuujis anymore as he said, “So you regret this? Being with me? Sharing a bed with me?”
He made sure to emphasize this last statement. “Marrying me?”
Megumi’s heart should have been ready for this. He should have been. That's what all the alcohol was for. But gods, did it probably burn down already from all the adrenaline he had earlier. He was holding himself back from crying when all at once, Yuuji sat up and was now shaking his head frantically as he held onto both sides of Megumi’s face.
“No no, I did not mean- fuck. I’m not making much sense aren’t I? Just give me a moment.” He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, he could see the fierce determination he usually saw in him.
“When we first became friends, I expected us to remain like that. Friends. Best friends even. I was closer to you than I was to any member of my family. You know me more than anyone else in this world. And, and I wanted it to stop at that. Because I will be forced to be with someone else. And you eventually end up with another.”
He saw his face fill with sadness as he said the last part. And even in his state, he reached up to find Yuuji’s hand and intertwine their fingers together. This seemed to calm him down before he continued.
“I was really surprised when my grandfather told me it was you. That the Zenin family was where my bride will be from, not the Gojo clan’s nor the Kamo’s. And that the heir was you. And not Naoya. Because gods does he give me the creeps every time I see him looking at me.”
Megumi smiled a bit at Yuuji’s apparent distaste for his foul-mouthed cousin.
“I just-. Gods Megumi I was just so happy, so happy that it was you. YOU are going to be my bride and… and it made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. But then, I don’t know if, if you feel the same way. If I-if my family, was going to force you into a union you don’t want. Because… Megumi, I-” His voice was breaking as his golden eyes became glossy with tears.
“I only care that you are happy. Even if it doesn’t have me in the picture. I’ll learn to accept that.”
He thought he couldn’t handle any more of this. His heart almost burst from its seams with what Yuuji was saying.
“Because Megumi, I love you so much.”
Those words Megumi thought he would only hear in his dreams now reverberated from the very man he made love to, whom he vowed to be with earlier that evening for the rest of their lives. His chest grew warm and tears filled his eyes as he finally understood why Yuuji kept him at a distance all those years ago.
He wasn’t the only one. Yuuji also felt the same.
“And no, I don’t regret making love to you. It was the happiest moment of my life. And when you kissed me, I-I thought you felt the same. But m-maybe you were just being forced, I-”
Before anything else was said, Megumi rose and pressed a soft kiss to Yuuji to silence him and express his feelings through his lips. But he needed to say it back, because he knew now that it was never unreciprocated.
“I love you too.”
He placed his hands on Yuuji’s face as he made sure to keep his eyes on him. “I am very happy too. I always wanted to be with you. I was so scared that you didn’t- that you didn’t feel the same way.”
Yuuji kissed him back this time, almost to silence any at all doubts that Megumi had in his heart.
“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t know. If I only said something sooner-”
“You don’t need to apologize. But I’m glad you told me now.”
The smile returned on Yuuji’s handsome face which made him smile back at him as they both revel in the newfound happiness of the discovery of each other’s feelings.
Murmurs of I love you’s and soft kisses filled the rest of the night as they laid back down on the bed. As he felt Yuuji entwine their hands once more after they found themselves embracing each other, he vaguely recalled that he forgot to mention something important. But with exhaustion catching up to him after everything that happened that day, he succumbed and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The morning came and he and his husband were to set off to one of the country villas of House Itadori. A vacation of sorts before they officially began their duties in the family.
Smiling as he was finishing packing his bags, a knock sounded from his doorway. He shouted for the visitor to come in. And as he turned around, he came face to face with the man his husband was with during their wedding banquet.
Now he remembered what he forgot last night.
His black hair which was polished and tame yesterday now was wild and styled into two ponytails. He had the same black tattoo across his face which was unmistakable for Megumi not to recognize.
The bitter pang of jealousy was filling his veins even before he asked what the man was doing there. And he was about to confront him about his relationship to Yuuji when the door opened again to reveal his husband.
“Choso! There you are! I thought I told you to wait because Megumi’s not finished yet.”
The man, Choso, looked back at Yuuji for a while then came back to see that Megumi was indeed still packing. Megumi was now confused at who exactly this man was.
His confusion heightened even more as Choso stepped towards him and held one of his hands.
“Megumi, it is nice to finally meet you. You left early so I wasn’t able to introduce myself. I’m sorry to bother you but I might not be able to get another chance like this.”
Megumi looked towards Yuuji for help and the other just sighed and came to his side.
“Love, this is Choso, my brother.”
His eyes grew wide at that. First, because he knew that the Itadori’s only had one child and that was Yuuji. Second, because they look nothing alike. And third, because Yuuji had a brother and all this time he didn’t know.
“I’m his bastard brother, so to speak.” Choso confirmed. “Wasuke-sama and the higher ups don’t generally like me but they tolerate my presence. And I wasn’t going to miss my little brother’s wedding to his one and only Megumi.”
He saw Yuuji blushed a thousand shades of red at that as he smiled at the relief that Choso was not even a threat to their marriage at all.
After chatting a bit combined with a few more bickering from the two siblings, Megumi and Yuuji bade goodbye to Choso as they eventually made their way to the carriage.
The sun was shining brightly amongst the fields as they left the main house and travelled to the countryside.
With Yuuji by his side, their hands intertwined, Megumi felt lighter and warmer than he felt when he agreed to marry him. There were bumps along the way but they were on the same road now, and who knows what the future holds in store for them.
One thing Megumi knows for sure is that the person beside him also loves him the same way he does. And that is more than enough to prepare him on this new journey they have together.