Unholy!

Awakening

Note: I can't guarantee that no one will get hurt o_o

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In the dominion of beasts, weakness is not forgiven, it is condemned.
He who hesitates shall be devoured;
he who flees shall be found;
he who hopes shall perish.
For fear spreads like blood in the water, and the hunters will follow its wake.
Thus it is written: learn to hunt, or be numbered among the prey.

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When you die, beautiful memories from the past should pass you by. What Megumi sees is pain, suffering and blood. His whole miserable life flashes before his eyes like a tragic compilation of everything he despises about being alive. And God, how often had he wished for an end...

Now that it seems close, reality has already begun to drift. His head is somewhere beyond clarity now, in that place where the world no longer feels fully real, only pale, like a scene happening far away in the distance.

Is he even still here?

He has to be.

If he were dead, he wouldn't still feel pain like this. Not the savage pounding in his skull. Not the hot wet trail of blood running from his split forehead down his face. Not the violent ache of impact still ringing through him.

But none of that is what hurts most. The greatest pain is the one that comes from his heart.

Should I have done something differently? Should I have lived my life differently? If I had made other choices, would I have been happy then? What even is happiness? What is love? Is it dying for someone? Is it becoming one with someone?

‚We can be one.'

Sukuna's breath hits the back of his neck, heavy and possessive, and it reminds Megumi that he is, in fact, still here. Still pressed against him. Still alive.

The weight of that warm body at his back makes Megumi freeze and burn at the same time, stirring emotions he can neither make sense of nor truly name.

The man has wrapped both arms around him, as if he means to make him his.

As if I'm not already yours...

Fingers catch at the waistband of Megumi's pants while a strong hand slips beneath his shirt and works its way up his chest. Megumi feels claws drag over his nipples and lips close around his neck, sucking bruises and love bites into his skin. He feels Sukuna's massive erection grinding against his ass while the man pants and moans, all but consumed by carnal sin.

Megumi's heartbeat kicks up again, louder, faster. So loud it no longer feels like dying. But this time fear is not the only thing driving it into that frantic, punishing rhythm.

It's the fire Sukuna has lit.

The man's hands are on him, and there is nothing tender about the touch, nothing gentle. It's a brutal reminder of how small Megumi is beneath someone like him.

In a world full of beasts, you become what you stand beside...

'Little bunny!'

And Megumi is that little bunny, caught in the jaws of the big bad wolf.

'You will remain trash!'

He wants to give up.

'Your own life is worth nothing more to you than trash!'

He doesn't want to feel this.

'I'm doing you a favor.'

He doesn't want to hear this!