Tempestuous

~Chapter Thirteen~

3rd Person POV...

        Megumi awoke alone in bed, dressed in comfortable clothing in a cool temperature room. "Blessing, your breakfast." Uraume enters after politely knocking, a tray in his hands. Megumi's eyes look around the room and find no trace of Yuji or Sukuna. "How are you feeling?" The curse questions although there is no evident curiosity on his emotionless face, even his voice lacks emotions. It's so... monotone.

       "Feeling? Did... he heal me?" Megumi questions. The soreness in his body, everything feels much lighter, better even. Uraume shakes his head 'no', setting the tray down onto the bed as it hovers over his covered lap. Looking at the food just sickens him, he doesn't want it. "I want... to shower."

        "Very well, here you'll find the bathroom. All your necessities will be easily found within, do you require anything else?" Uraume questions calmly as he takes the food back. Megumi stands and stretches his limps that were forced into seemingly impossible positions. The androgynous curse stares at him expectedly which confuses the teen. What does he want from him?

        "Is...that all?" He awkwardly asks.

       "I must stay for assistance. Master Sukuna will return shortly, he went to retrieve Mahito to exam your body." Uraume explains, telling Megumi more than usual. What would he need Mahito for? Sukuna is more powerful and he clearly healed up his body. That curse gave him the creeps, he'd rather deal with Sukuna who terrifies him than that guy.

        "Examine? What is there to examine? I'm fine after Sukuna healed me-"

        "Forgive me for interrupting Blessing but Master Sukuna did not heal you, simply healed the bruising on the outside of your flesh. He massaged your body, releasing the knots and soreness. Even so, Mahito isn't coming for that kind of examination. Please, enjoy your shower for as long as you like." Uraume bows as he stands guard by the door. Megumi knows he will get nowhere so he enters the bathroom that is just as exquisite as the rest of the place.

        He turns the water on and begins to undress himself. He places his hands on the counter and lets out a shaky sigh. "What am I going to do...?" He mumbles to himself. His body no longer has the gashes that would've scarred, no longer the shameful love marks made by the curse. It was back to it's smooth, untouched, and light colored state. Even with the traces of Sukuna gone, he can still feel him. He can recall the way his lips touched his own, so violent and yet so affectionate. The way his hands touched all over him, recalling the way his black nails lightly grazed his flesh made him shiver.

       "What is wrong with me?" He mumbles in annoyance. He's beginning to lose all hope in being saved before he loses himself. Opening the foggy, glass door he steps into the shower. The hot water soaking his body and he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling while enjoying this momentary freedom. No Sukuna to ravish his body, no caged up Yuji, and no conflicting, racing thoughts in his mind.

        It all ended too soon when a hand wraps around Megumi's mouth making his eyes widen. "Shh, it's okay." The younger hears the all too familiar voice. The hand removes from his mouth and he turns around to see Gojo. Tears fill his eyes as he wrap his slender arms around Satoru neck, not caring he is naked. "Megumi... we're doing everything we can. We're going to infiltrate this place but I had to come see you. I just had to-"

       "You idiot..." Megumi clutches onto his shirt, clenching his jaw tightly. It feels so unreal, so impossible. How did he get here? Why would he do this knowing the risks? Gojo's grip tightens as he inhales into his neck. He feels his teacher tense up suddenly, pulling back. "What is it-?" He lets out a gasp when Gojo presses him against the cold, wet wall.

        "Megumi... you smell so strongly of Sukuna's scent. Why?" He growls lowly causing a shiver to run down the teen's spine. He feels embarassed, would Gojo hate him if he found out? Would he be disgusted and leave him like his father he hasn't seen since he was a mere child? He's always been afraid that one day Gojo would abandon him and how could he not? The man isn't necessarily someone you can depend completely on. He disappears without a word for missions, coming back like he didn't just vanish for days, weeks, or even months.

      "I don't want to talk about it." He replies shortly. Gojo makes a furious 'tsk' noise before he turns the boy around, slamming his chest against the wall. The Alpha in him is raging, furious someone touched what he was keeping safe. Now his Megumi was no longer a virgin, he had his firsts with someone that isn't him. How dare he.

       "Gojo... we can't." Megumi finds himself whisper as his body trembles, the man's hands touching him in places that only Sukuna has. The boy wants to cry and he does't know if it's because he wishes it were Sukuna or because Gojo is clearly mad at him. He feels his long, pigment-less fingers press inside him. He lets out a little whine. "Gojo Sensei stop-"

        "I'm going to save you, Megumi." He replies, letting his pheromones circle the confused teen. When this entire thing began, he wanted nothing more than to escape. That hasn't changed but the part of wishing he was sleeping with someone else... vanished. It isn't the same, it isn't Sukuna. That damn curse has ruined poor Megumi, no one can ever have him because he craves Sukuna.

       If you told Megumi that he would cry out for him, he would've thought you were insane. But as tears stream down his pretty face, he shakily calls "Sukuna..." As if by magic, the door was slammed open, making the teen jump. Gojo slipped easily out without a trace, as if he never snuck inside here. Megumi slides down against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. His forehead resting against the wet coldness.

        "Megumi." A voice calls as arms wrap around his shaky body. As much as he didn't want to and as much as he knows he shouldn't, he leaned back into Sukuna's embrace. His bare, wet back touching the larger's bare chest. "Such a good boy telling him to stop, even better for calling for me."

        "You knew he was here?" Megumi looks to the side, making eye contact with the curse. Tears flooded the corner of his eyes before falling down and Sukuna hugs him tighter. What a foolish question, of course Sukuna knew Gojo got in. Of course he knew the man would go straight for Megumi to see him, he knew and yet he didn't stop it. He allowed Gojo to come. What would he have done if Megumi allowed him to have sex with him? What would he have done if they planned to escape?

       "I did, I allowed you to make your choice. Now I know, you desire me like I desire you. Megumi Fushiguro, I'm never letting you get away now. Your future, your everything is all mine for an eternity." Sukuna picks the boy up, carrying him out and wrapping a towel around his body. He holds him bridal style and the younger doesn't fight it, allowing himself to be cradled by the King of Curses.