Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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“Oh, gods. Are you a Victorian woman in disguise, Megumi?” Nobara rolled her eyes. “It's not scary to say sex, you know?” She patted his cheek harshly and let go of him to cross her arms with a disappointed face. “Also, why are you so surprised? It's obvious that they are fucking. The marriage aside, they were always pretty affectionate, am I wrong?” The girl asked and wanted until Megumi nodded. “Yeah. But recently, they just can't keep their hands away from each other.” Nobara scowled. “Shoving the fact I'm single deep into my throat, huh?” She scoffed and then gave the dark-haired boy a disbelieving stare. “You seriously didn't notice?”
Megumi frowned and went through his memories, but nothing really seemed… wait.
“Yesterday, Gojou bit Yuuji's ear, and Yuuji made a very…” The dark-haired boy paused to find a proper word. “Questionable sound.” He settled on it, and his frown deepened. “But I thought that Gojou was just teasing him?” He offered unsurely.
The girl gave him a once-over and sighed. “You are too innocent, Megumi.” She shook her head again. “Just so you know, they were making out afterwards, with Yuuji moaning his husband's name like a bitch in heat.” Nobara snorted and then leaned toward him with a frown. “You good, Megumi? Why did that information make you so pale?” She tilted her head in confusion.
Because what the hell was this? Weren't they supposed to pretend?
“Nobara, are you one hundred percent sure?” He had to know.
“Which part?” She asked, and then started counting with her fingers. “They are married; they are very into each other; they touch a lot; there is tension between them; they make out in public places; they had rough sex yesterday. Poor Yuuji's ass.” Nobara mourned, hanging her head with compassion. “Yeah, I'm sure about all of those.” The girl admitted it with a shrug.
And just like that, Megumi's world crumbled to the ground. Because this irresponsible joke of an adult laid his dirty hands on a minor. Minor, who is legally his wife, yet if Gojou forced Yuuji into having sex with him, Megumi wasn't going to forgive him for it ever. With this thought in mind, the dark-haired boy decided to confront him.
Unfortunately or fortunately, the white-haired man left for a mission, and Megumi had two days to deal with his own rage, which led him to find the right words without losing his composure unnecessarily.
Then, Gojou came back, and Megumi went to search for him immediately, having a lot to say to this dumb adult. Yet every single word died on his tongue when the dark-haired boy found not only the adult but also Yuuji, the two kissing in the hallway. Megumi froze with wide eyes, not comprehending the sight at first.
The pink-haired boy was leaning on the wall slightly, his arms around Gojou's neck, with the man’s right hand holding Yuuji's thigh up to his hip, the left one on the boy's back, pressing their bodies close but also wandering slowly down to his ass. They were kissing passionately and deeply, completely ignoring everything around them, until Gojou rolled his hips and Yuuji made a whimper, so the white-haired man broke the kiss with a satisfied smile.
Megumi gulped, observing his own friend panting softly with a flushed face and clouded gaze. Then Gojou leaned and licked, fucking licked Yuuji's neck up to his ear. And the pink-haired boy produced the most erotic moan Megumi had heard in his life, so he brought his hand to his mouth to not make a sound, also realizing how his own cheek was hot under the touch. What the hell?
He felt it more than saw it since Gojou had a blindfold on his face, the glare screaming of danger and threat, and the dark-haired boy shivered, for the first time being on the receiving end of it.
“How long are you going to just stand there and watch, Megumi?” The white-haired man asked in a cold, warning tone, and now Megumi was frozen to the ground for an entirely different reason, not able to make a move in fear. “Who gave you permission to witness my wife like this?” He growled.
“Toru.” Yuuji whined then, and there was a pure desperation mixed with a plea in his tone that made Gojou snap his attention from Megumi back to the pink-haired boy.
In one smooth move, the white-haired man lifted Yuuji, with the pink-haired boy eagerly wrapping his legs around him.
“As you can see, I need to take care of Yuu-chan, so let's have this conversation sometime later.” Gojou said dryly, and they disappeared.
Megumi could only gape at the empty place those two occupied a moment ago.
What the hell just happened?
Well, at least he knew that Yuuji wasn't forced to do it all. He seemed to enjoy it even. Megumi choked on his spit at the image already engraved into his brain. He really shouldn't have seen his friend like this. He didn't need to know that the pink-haired boy was able to make such a lewd expression.
Which brings him to the promised conversation in the present taking place in his room.
“You knew that I was there.” Megumi accuses him, and Gojou sighs tiredly.
“Of course I did. But I thought that you were going to leave us alone as every normal human being would and not just stare.” The man admits, clearly annoyed. “So? What is this about exactly?”
The dark-haired boy grits his teeth and takes a deep breath. “About you and Yuuji having sex.”
Gojou blinks, then smiles. “What happens between my wife and me stays between my wife and me.” He tilts his head and laughs. “I don't believe you have anything to say about this matter, Megumi~”
“Gojou. You were supposed to pretend. Don't you think it's getting too far? Forcing Yuuji to—”
“Megumi.” The man butts in warningly. “Be careful with your next words, or I will get angry.” He says in a low voice, his smile gone.
The dark-haired boy gulps. “You are even referring to Yuuji as your wife.” He points weakly.
“Because that's who he is. Yuu-chan is my wife.” Gojou states this with all confidence.
“But this marriage is fake!” Megumi snaps.
The white-haired man chuckles. “Yet it doesn't change the fact that, at the end of the day, Yuuji really is the wife of Gojou Satoru.” He repeats. “Anything else to say, or can I go now?”
Megumi laughs bitterly. “You seriously don't see anything wrong with treating Yuuji like that?” He spits venomously. “Are you trying to hurt him, Gojou?”
A pause. Then. “I would never hurt Yuuji, Megumi. Never.” Gojou whispers and leaves. ______________
