Unholy!

The not-so-normal-customer

This weird thing when you see someone for the first time, and suddenly there is this unprecedented excitement tingling, that you've never felt this deeply before...And you can't tear your gaze away because the face, the body, everything just holds you tight, sucks you in and won't let go...

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Megumi walks confidently towards the lounge with the 'royal seat'. At least he hopes he looks confident. But the closer he gets, the dizzier he becomes. Only now he realizes that this Sukuna is not alone. It is as if his aura has swallowed up the presence of his companions.
Two women are sitting next to him. The one with long black hair, the same one sitting on the right armrest of his armchair is wearing an almost transparent dress. At first glance, it seemed as if she was naked. Her arm is linked with Sukuna's and she clings to him like a limpet. Does she know this is a gay bar? Although it doesn't seem to bother 'Lord Sukuna', but he doesn't seem to enjoy it very much either. He simply stares at a pile of documents on the table in front of him and endures her ramblings.
The other woman Megumi identifies as Uraume. Admittedly he is surprised to find her here, sitting with a guest. After all she is the manager of the 'Unholy!' and is supposed to have better things to do. But wondering about that fact is far beyond Megumi's pay grade, he assumes.
When he reaches the table, Uraume is the first one to look at him, as he enters their field of vision. Barely a second later she gets up, before Megumi even has the chance to ask for an order.
„Yorozu. Why don't you come with me?", she says monotonously to the woman sticking to Sukuna.
The black haired lady frowns, refusing. As reaction Sukuna raises his left hand from the arm that the woman has not claimed for herself just a little, without even looking up. He doesn't even have to say a word and she understands his signal.
„Fine", she grunts and then reluctantly tears herself away from him. „Hope we meet later, darling!"
Sukuna just growls in response and after that, the women leave. Megumi on the other hand remains calm, still unsure how to behave. The man seems to be completely absorbed in his work, and Megumi wonders whether he should bother him at all. But before he comes to a resolution, Sukuna's deep, rumbling voice hits him totally off guard, like a pickup truck:
„May I offer you a drink, sir?", he hums, still not looking up.
Megumi winces, his head suddenly empty and he inhales one sharp breath. „Eh... excuse me?"
„That's what you have to ask, boy." When Sukuna notices his confusion, he raises his head. „That's what waiters usually-", he interrupts himself as their eyes meet for the first time, sending a brief but intense tingle through Megumi's body. He gives the boy a wry look, before he leans back a little, crossing his tattooed and muscular arms in front of his chest.
A strange feeling creeps up on Megumi and he swallows a huge chunk of something while Sukuna seems to examine him with his cold eyes.
„You look familiar, boy. What's your name?", the man asks.
Megumi knows from experience that it is advisable to only reveal his first name at the beginning. So he answers and hopes that Sukuna won't go further into details about his pedigree.
„Megumi."
„Hmm" Sukuna purrs in response, „Megumi... how suitable."
When he repeats his name, a rumble runs through Megumi's whole body, leaving a cold but yet pleasant shiver, as if someone is whispering very close to his ear. And sad to say he cannot hide it. Sukunas begins to grin broadly and somehow satisfied, when he realizes the effect he seems to have on the young man. Although Megumi is sure that he is being stared at and idolized very often. Literally everyone turned at him when he entered this room, so.
But Sukuna himself has obviously taken a liking to what he sees in front of him. He narrows his eyes and his smile is so incredibly seductive that Megumi can't take his eyes off his face as the mysterious man inspects him from top to bottom and virtually undresses him just by looking.
If Megumi didn't know better, he would say that he can feel the wandering gaze like something physical on his skin. As if the other man can touch him just by looking at him.
He swallows. And then tries to focus on his role again. There is no time to be distracted.
„So, um... can I get you a drink, sir?" He doesn't feel comfortable enough to add 'Lord'.
Sukuna doesn't hesitate. „Bring two glasses and a bottle of bourbon", he orderns, before he rests his chin on his folded hands, elbows on the table and eyes still glued on Megumi.
A whole bottle? Megumi bites his tongue. Money is apparently not something this guy is short of. But actually that doesn't surprise him.
„All right."
On his way back to the counter, he is very well aware that Sukuna is checking out his back view right now. By guess specially his ass... It's not that he would mind. He is used to it. Besides he's not that green. It's perfectly clear to him, that in a bar where the only hiring criteria is your body, your body also will be judged now and then and that this job ad was not primarily about your waiter skills.
Since the beginning of puberty, his appearance has always been the main focus for everyone. Both girls and boys always stared at him. Tried to hit on him at every occasion. They all wanted him, but none of them was ready to fight for more... But this is something Megumi has accepted a long time ago. Cause in the end he doesn't have much more to offer than his body.
„Hey moron!", Haruta barks like a rabid dog, as Megumi arrives at the counter.
Oh yeah, there is another group of people... Those who don't like him just because of his looks.
The blond guy sneers with an evil face. „Admit you're stupid!"
Megumi groans and spares a reply. Instead he opens the well filled glass cabinet of spirituous beverages, grabs a bottle he thinks might be good, and places it on the serving tray along with two whisky glasses from the cupboard. He has to force down his disgust, when Haruta steps through the door separating bar from kitchen, and brushes Megumis shoulder with his waulked dishwater hands. Why can't he just wear gloves?! He leans over and snarls into Megumi's ear, „Sukuna ain't a normal customer, moron! He will burn you alive, if you don't watch out!" With a threatening finger-to-throat gesture, Haruta starts howling with laughter. „The weak ones are the first to be roasted! Bet you won't last a week in here!" Then he takes off his apron, throws it into the next corner and leaves through the door leading to the changing room, his evil laughter echoing in the hallway.
Megumi sighs with relief, when he's gone. Well, the thing with making new friends seems to work out semi successful... Anyhoo he doesn't care about the bullshit coming from Haruta and after another deep breath, Megumi is ready to deliver the order.