Unholy!

Old wounds

You won't realize you're missing something until you get a scent of it for the first time.
You won't realize how much you needed something until you taste it for the first time.
You won't realize how quickly it drives you into addiction, when you receive it for the first time....

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He can't count the injuries he has gained in his life. But luckily Megumi's hospital stays have been limited. The only times he has seen the inside of such a building were because of his sister. Since Tsumiki is suffering from an unknown chronic disease since early childhood, she had to be there often for check-ups and all kinds of tests. And as a result Megumi came up with a mature disgust to any medical facilities soon in life and tended to avoid them for his own interests. Therefore and because his own physical health was never important enough to him.

He never had to deal with the issue of being medically treated, because hardly anyone was interested, when he came home with a bloody nose or a swollen wrist or a broken rib. There were no parents who would have cared. And as for Tsumiki and Nobara he simply never showed it when he was injured or he just cooked up a tale for any visible bruises if needed, cause it wasn't their job to worry about him.

„Well, I think, you'll survive,", Sukuna says as he cleans his bloody hands with a wet tissue.
Megumi blinks a few times and searches for his eye contact, before he lifts his body to a sitting position. „That... was it?"
The man sighs. „Of course, Rambo. What did you think? If you want more than three stitches, let yourself get beaten up harder next time."
Megumi frowns and as soon as he strains his eyebrow, he notices the strange feeling. With his finger he touches the scar that feels so neat.
„Well, thank you then."
„No need to."
The man stands up and gestures over his shoulder. „C'mon. In return, you can keep me some company."

Heat rises along with a thrilled feeling. Although it sounds like a risky idea, Megumi can't refuse either. He is far too curious, far too exited. And so he allows the man to guide him to a rather cozy spot in the corner of the same monstrous gym. They head for a table with seats surrounding. It remains of the usual 'Unholy!' style. Except the fact that the interior is completely designed in black and not red. But even down here you can find all the details from the bar above, just way more discreet. Just like the velvety upholstery and the angel and devil engravings in the furniture. Megumi wonders how the two floors are connected, but maybe there will be a minute in which he can figure that out.

The two of them sit in silence for a moment. The only thing breaking through is the low buzzing of the ventilation system. No one else is down here, but Megumi is actually very happy about it. He wouldn't want any rumors to start. Sukuna looks at him with a serious expression, eyes small and somewhat hungry. Megumi can barely stand his craving gaze. It's not necessary to be able to read minds to know in which direction this is heading here. He bites his lip and with a cracked voice he asks: „So ehm, what do you... wanna do?"

With a smirk the man makes a finger sign and as if by magic an illumined shelf comes out of the wall. Normally Megumi would have been shocked, or at least amazed but nothing really surprises him anymore. Besides, he's far too nervous to think about anything else.

Sukuna grabs a bottle from the shelf and fills two glasses with whisky, by guess Bourbon, and then pushes one glas over to the boy.
The question is still hanging between them...

Although Megumi is pretty much prepared for all the answers, he doesn't know yet how to react.
Will I perform when this man asks me for a blowjob? It's been ages since my last time and I'm afraid to screw it up...
However, I kinda need it...
No no, I wanted to be reasonable. No falling for rich bastards anymore ...
But Sukuna is hot! And it's an honor to be desired by a man of his rank, isn't it? ...
Nobara, though. What would she think if I fuck a guy on the first day? Surely she will call me names...
But technically it's already the second day, cause it's after midnight, so...
I would still be a slut! ...
On the other hand, my sex life is more than sad. Pitiful exactly. I should rather call it my non-existence-of-a-sex-life...
But who's surprised? I was far too busy working, running the household and fulfilling all of Satoru's wishes, to care about dates...
That's why I deserve a little diversion, right? And what is a better way to celebrate freedom than sex? ...
Ugh great, now I have to think about Satoru. And somehow he and Sukuna have something in common...