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Sukuna has always hated people. He hated his schoolmates for being annoying, his teachers for always telling him what to do, his parents for taking the only person he ever loved away from him- his twin brother, Yuuji.
Sukuna's parents noticed early on in his life that he was… dangerously possessive of Yuuji. He wouldn't let him out of his sight and hardly ever let him play with any kids their age. And as they aged, he only became more possessive, and along with it, more aggressive.
The final straw for their parents came when they found the twins in a closet at their fifth birthday party, hiding away, Sukuna kissing his brother over and over on the lips, seemingly trying to figure it out and place his intense feelings somewhere. They decided then and there to leave town, taking Yuuji with them. Sukuna was left with his uncle, who had taken his side.
‘He’s just a kid, Jin. ’
‘He’s dangerous . ’
They disowned Sukuna and his uncle, the man he now calls father. They made it clear that Sukuna was to never be around Yuuji again. Why they chose to abandon Sukuna is still something that haunts him to this day, but he won't ever admit it.
It's been a decade now, and he and his uncle have moved cities since then. Sukuna tries to not be bitter about it. But how can he not?
Yuuji had the prettiest smile, the softest hair, the brightest eyes and the most amazing laugh. He was mesmerizing to all those lucky enough to see him. He was so gentle with Sukuna, too, letting him play with his toys and cuddling him when he couldn't sleep.
Sukuna misses Yuuji so much- so much that when a new kid moves into his neighborhood with the same stupid smile, same beautiful laugh, he detestes him.
This stupid kid is even the same age as Yuuji. He's so much like the love of his life that it makes him sick to his stomach. He wants to knock his dick in the dirt. The thought of him makes Sukuna’s blood boil. The thought of some sick shit impersonating the love of his life, toying with Sukuna, is enough to keep him up at night with irrational anger.
Everything about them is the same- the only features setting them apart from one another is this kid’s tacky brown hair and basic brown eyes. Yuuji and Sukuna share their family's pink hair and while Sukuna got saddled with his red eyes, Yuuji came out with beautiful golden browns. So deep and rich that Sukuna, even at such a young age, found himself getting lost in them.
Sukuna tries to ignore this new kid for weeks, but every time he hears that laugh , it triggers something in him, something dark and primal and possessive. It’s driving him batshit crazy.
Sukuna eventually decides that he needs to know why this kid has such an effect on him, so he starts following him home from school every day to observe him. It all happens like clockwork, he visits the same exact places and takes the same actions every single day. He seems to have a specific routine, and is perfectly happy with the mundane repetitiveness of it all.
The kid always walks out of school surrounded by his friends, waving them goodbye before slipping his headphones over his ears. He hums the same few songs on repeat. Sukuna has looked them up since they started their routine- he knows the lyrics now. They're stupid, corny love songs, and for some reason, Sukuna doesn't hate them. It irritates him beyond what he can physically express.
The kid takes the same detour every day, taking a left to go over the river, where going straight would cut ten minutes off of their route, but despite that Sukuna still follows him.
He stops by a small pastry shop every single day, and picks up one small chocolate croissant. And every single day he laughs that stupid, beautiful laugh for the cashier inside.
Sukuna recognizes him from school. He's an upperclassman, graduating this year. He'll be off to college within a few months. He's way too old for this kid, and if Sukuna cared an ounce, he'd say something.
But he doesn't. He casually waits outside near a fountain while the kid flirts with the blue-eyed freak.
He doesn't want to call it jealousy , because it is not, more like mere annoyance. The brat clearly doesn't know that this guy is weird, and will fuck him just because he's a cute face. The moment he steps on a college campus he'll forget all about him.
He watches him grab the small pastry, his everyday order. He watches Satoru, the upperclassmen, hand him the bag after pulling his hands close and giving him a soft kiss on the knuckles as he always does.
And Sukuna scoffs, usually kicking a can around, waiting impatiently. The kid will finally re-emerge again, a small blush spread across his face.
Sukuna will always follow him the rest of the way, checking to see if he can get a hint of whoever he is as he watches him walk through his door and into his house.
It never works. He never learns a damn thing about him.
Until one day it does work, and he learns who the brat actually is.
Sukuna watches him stroll up to his house from his porch like he has been for the past few weeks. Only this time, a familiar voice calls for him.
“Yuuji, dear!”
Sukuna's world stops dead in its tracks. His blood pulses in his ear, tears blur his vision and his hands shake in his pockets. His body reacts so intensely before his brain can even catch up, and when it finally does all he can think is… Yuuji.
Yuuji. Yuuji. Yuuji.
His baby, the light of his life, the reason he breathes. Something so beautiful and pure that was snatched from him before it could bloom. It takes everything in his power not to run down the street with a gun in his hand and blow his parents’ brains out to take Yuuji back, all for himself- to return what was stolen from him.
Sukuna's blood is boiling, but, despite this, he goes inside and locks himself in his room.
~
The next day begins his plan to return Yuuji where he rightfully belongs- in his arms every night, never having to worry about a damn thing ever again, never having to worry about losing their love ever again .
He wants to pounce on him, hold him and tell him that he’s Sukuna, his long lost brother and-
No, he doesn’t want just that. Sukuna wants to pin Yuuji, kiss him and tell him he’s his long lost lover.
But, he, very reluctantly, holds himself back. Sukuna doesn’t know what lies Yuuji has been fed by those wretched rats he still calls mom and dad. Their parents have likely told him that Sukuna is dangerous- filling his brain with so many lies that any mention of Sukuna’s name or even thought of their time together is being punished. He’s sure of it.
So Sukuna takes it slow, learns this new Yuuji in more depth. He continues to follow him home, growing less and less careful by the day.
Today is not unlike any other. Yuuji follows the same routine- headphones, humming, taking a left over the river to that wretched pastry shop.
Today is just like every other, except, Gojo Satoru finally makes his move.
It’s pathetic to watch, really. He tries to be smooth, putting his arm around Yuuji and pulling him close. He makes Yuuji smile, which pisses Sukuna off, but it doesn’t surprise him. Yuuji has always been so sweet and perfect, even to pathetic roaches who don’t deserve him.
Like their parents, like Gojo Satoru, like anyone and everyone who keeps them apart .
Satoru walks Yuuji home that day.
Satoru walks Yuuji home the next day.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
It goes on for weeks.
Sukuna is at his breaking point, now. Clearly he will need to take his little brother away from their parents- from this disgusting town - to have him for himself.
The first hurdle is coming forward and explaining to Yuuji that Sukuna is his twin brother.
Luckily the stars seem to align for him and he doesn’t have to actually approach his brother first.
Sukuna is on his couch one evening, staring at the TV screen half heartedly, watching some dumb slasher movie. They never do it right, the pathetic killers, spending way too much time chasing and not enough time killing their prey. They often lose their target because of it. Pathetic .
A small knock at the front door snaps him out of his hypercritcal haze. He groans, beyond annoyed that his jugdemental analysis of a shitty murderer is being so rudely interrupted. If Sukuna doesn't do it, nobody will.
“Go away!” he yells annoyedly, pausing his movie with a sigh.
“I- I’m sorry to bother!,” he hears the timid voice of a boy call back. “My mom sent me around the neighborhood. She needs some sugar! She’s uh- she’s really impatient. N-nobody else will- uh- answer the door.”
Yuuji.
It’s Yuuji. Yuuji is at his door, asking about some stupid shit their mom needs. Of course the cunt would send out his precious angel to do something so absolutely irrelevant. “Fucking bitch,” he thinks. “Get off your useless ass and do it yourself.”
She’s always been a fan of sweets, now that Sukuna thinks about it. The useless whore probably yelled at Yuuji to go get some damn sugar before she loses it on him. She's probably also the reason Yuuji stops by that pastry shop every day to get a sweet. Poor thing, being used for selfish purposes.
Sukuna will fix that.
“Hold on,” he groans, pretending not to care. But he definitely cares . Sukuna practically jumps out of his seat, throwing the blanket off of himself and back onto the couch.
The house isn’t.. that dirty. There’s some clothes and dishes around and it smells a little like the weed their uncle smokes.
But Sukuna could invite him in. He could get Yuuji inside to give him the “sugar” he fucking knows they don’t have. What single dudes have sugar in their damn pantry?
Sukuna hops over the couch to the door and opens it lazily. His heart flutters so stupidly in his chest when he sees him.
Yuuji. Even more beautiful up close, where Sukuna can see that small twinkle in his eye and the ever so light freckles on his face and the fullness of his chapped lips. The features making him unrecognizable clearly faked, the dirt brown eyes due to cheap contacts and the brown in his hair is blotchy dye. Sukuna can see it fading. Good.
“Come in,” he grunts. “I’ll go get the damn sugar.”
He flips around, again acting nonchalant, even though his heart is beating through his chest. He hears Yuuji step inside and shuffle into the living room timidly.
Sukuna enters his kitchen and rummages through the minimal spices they have. He makes way too much noise, trying to at least sound like he’s looking for the non existent sugar.
In reality, his mind is racing- thinking intently about the fact that his baby brother is in his house and so readily available. So prime for the taking. He wants to run away. Right now.
But he can’t. He first needs to at least tell Yuuji they’re related and in love. They always have been.
But then again, why didn’t Yuuji recognize him?
Those fucking vermin must of corrupted his mind- made him forget the only person who would die for him.
Sukuna pretends for a few more seconds that he's searching for that fucking sugar. What a dumb thing to be knocking on doors for at seven o'clock in the evening. Moron .
Sukuna pads slowly back into the living room. He finds Yuuji standing there awkwardly, fiddling with his phone, clearly trying to not be too intrusive. What an angel he is.
“Sorry,” Sukuna sighs. “I don't have any sugar.”
Yuuji jolts and pockets his phone quickly. Jumpy, for some reason. He reaches up to rub the back of his neck.
“O-Okay! No big deal! Th-Thanks for checking!!”
Why is he so damn nervous? Mom and Dad probably treat him like garbage.
“Yeah,” Sukuna responds. He needs to bring it up now, but is unsure how to do it.
“Well, I- better get going-”
“ Yuuji ,” Sukuna interrupts, growling low in his throat. He must look intimidating, because Yuuji stops dead in his tracks, reaching up to fiddle with the strings of his sweatshirt.
“D-Do I know you? Do… we go to school together…?,” he asks innocently, trying to hide his nervousness.
Sukuna scoffs.
“So they did make you forget.”
Yuuji taps his foot anxiously. “I- uh. I d-don't know what you're talking about?”
Sukuna ignores him. “Why is your hair brown, Yuuji?,” he asks impatiently.
Yuuji tilts his head. “I- um. I like it this way. It used to be pink, kinda like yours.”
“And why do you think that is?”
Yuuji's eyebrows furrow, presumably in confusion. “Pink is a popular hair color, I guess,” he says simply, twirling the string in his hand.
“But yours is natural,” Sukuna snaps back. “So is mine.”
Yuuji chuckles nervously- his foot still tapping and hand still shakily gripping his sweatshirt.
“I'm not sure w-why you're saying this? Do I- Do I know you?”
“You're my brother , Yuuji,” Sukuna finally says, metaphorically ripping the fucking bandaid off. There's no point in beating around the bush. Yuuji is brilliant, but has never been able to process insinuations.
“I think… you're mistaken. I- I don't have a brother,” Yuuji says timidly, tilting his head. “Though you do kinda look like the imaginary one I had when I was little.”
Sukuna snarls upon hearing this stupid scenario Yuuji has been fed. “What the fuck did they do to you?” he practically growls, taking a step forward.
“You're starting to freak me out-”
Sukuna scoffs at him, turning away and running his hand through his hair, trying to keep himself calm.
“You used to cuddle a stupid strawberry plush in your sleep. You told me it smelled nice. But some nights it wouldn't help you so you'd get in my fucking bed and cuddle me instead. You were always so damn warm, too.”
Yuuji steps back half a step, like Sukuna just blew his mind.
“You used to steal skittles from mom's pantry and share them with me. Your favorite was the lime. Mine was the orange so you'd pick them out specifically for me. You were always way too kind for your own fucking good. I'm surpised you made it this far without me around to protect-”
“S-Sukuna?”
Sukuna snaps his head back to Yuuji and grins.
“B-but,” Yuuji continues. “M-mom told me I made you up to cope with… him .”
Sukuna's grin fades.”Who?”
“Our old neighbor. She told me he was kissing me and t-touching me, but I was… so young that I manifested him as a boy my age to… uh… cope.”
Sukuna cackles so hard he has to hold his stomach.
“No sick fucking pervert touched you, Yuuji,” he laughs. “If they had, I would've fucking killed them. ”
Sukuna hears Yuuji whimper at that, taking another step back.
“Hey,” he growls, stepping forward again. Yuuji backs into the door and Sukuna places a hand on the wall next to him, caging him in.
“ I’m the one that kissed you, little brother. And you loved it. ”
Yuuji gulps, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes, trying to disassociate himself from something so shocking.
Sukuna breathes deeply, leaning down to kiss the side of Yuuji's neck, right under his ear. Yuuji shivers in response, and Sukuna laughs darkly.
“Just as sensitive as ever, angel.”
Sukuna goes in for another, but Yuuji's phone starts blaring in his pocket. He's getting a call.
Their mom. It must be.
Sukuna sees Yuuji click a button through his jeans.
“Yuuji?! Where are you?!”
Sukuna steps back. Yuuji… he… doesn't want to be here. He's using an excuse to get away- one Sukuna can't fight because their mom may recognize his voice.
“I- I'm on m-my way home mom!”
Sukuna steps back again. He feels so angry it's making him sick to his stomach.
“Did you get my sugar?”
“S-Sorry mom, I couldn't get someone to answer the door,” Yuuji says calmly. He keeps eye contact with his brother as his other hand scrambles blindly for the door knob.
Sukuna scowls at him, feeling his rage pulse behind his eyes. He lunges forward, but Yuuji's fast, slipping out the door quickly and jogging down the street before Sukuna can grab him.
No… no…. They were… so fucking close.
-
Surprisingly, Yuuji doesn’t snitch.
Him and their parents dont move, no police come knocking at Sukuna's door, his uncle doesn't hit him upside the head and call him an idiot.
He still wants me. Sukuna thinks. He needs me.
Sukuna doesn't go to school for a week, giving Yuuji time to calm down and think rationally. He needs him to process his situation and realize that they belong together.
It's late at night, about a week later. Sukuna has been watching Yuuji’s house almost every waking moment. He has to make sure he's okay. That nobody will take him away again.
It's a dark and cloudy night, the only light coming from the dim streetlamps. Summer is approaching- Sukuna can hear and see the bugs buzz under the light. It's like a metaphor for Yuuji. Such a bright light- he attracts the lowest pests of the world.
Sukuna smokes a cigarette and watches Yuuji's front door for hours, yearning for him to open it and come running home to him.
Instead, something happens that makes him fucking seethe.
Yuuji bursts through the door with Satoru shortly behind. They're holding hands. Gross. Sukuna didn't even see Satoru enter the house. Yuuji definitely snuck him in.
Their parents follow after. It's clearly an argument, but they aren't actually yelling. Sukuna opens the window to listen to them.
“You! You slut! ” Kaori hisses in Yuuji's direction.
Sukuna snorts. Yeah, okay. Yuuji’s the slut here. Sure.
“Mom,” Yuuji pleads. “I'm sorry! I- really like Satoru-senpai and I knew you wouldn't approve and-”
Sukuna watches as their cunt of a mother walks up and slaps Yuuji.
And that's enough for him.
He puts his cigarette out, hopping up from his window sill and walking down the stairs. He grabs a bat on the way as well. And, their uncle is a very irresponsible man, so as Sukuna is headed out, he eyes his handgun, hanging out the pocket of his coat.
Yeah. That's perfect.
Sukuna grabs it and yanks the front door open before walking calmly down the street towards the comotion.
Satoru is standing between their parents and Yuuji now. Trying to play hero. Lame.
They're all yelling now. Kaori calls Yuuji horrible homophobic slurs, the bitch. And their pussyshit dad sits there and allows it.
Sukuna eventually makes it up to the group after a minute or so. Yuuji notices him first.
“Sukuna?,” he whispers, trembling behind Satoru.
Kaori's head whips to him, but before she can say a wretched word, Sukuna draws his gun and shoots her straight in the foot.
She screams , dropping to the ground so quick it almost knocks her out.
Sukuna continues. He shoots her in the arm, then the leg, then finally ends her useless life with a straight shot to her head.
Jin falls to his knees next to her, shaking her body and begging her to wake up. Sukuna scoffs, walking up to him and placing the barrel of the gun onto his temple.
“Tell your son you're fucking sorry,” he growls.
Jin tenses.
“I'm sorry,” he says blandly. It's directed at Sukuna. That wasn't what was asked of him. Sukuna uses the gun to slap the pathetic man across the face.
Jin drops to the ground, scrambling back like a little worthless bug. Sukuna advances on him, pointing the gun straight at his face the whole time. He catches up within a few moments, squatting down in front of him and returning the gun to his forehead.
Sukuna examines his face. Even in the face of death, Itadori Jin remains a fucking pussy.
“Tell your angel of a son you're sorry , you measly, weak insect.”
Jin swallows, eyes moving from Sukuna's face to Yuuji behind him.
“I'm… I'm sorry Yuuji-”
Sukuna doesn't let him finish his lie. He pulls the trigger and ends the pitiful man's life.
This time, Yuuji yells at the top of his lungs. He runs past Sukuna to try to aid their, very clearly dead, parents.
Sukuna scoffs, leaning down to pick Yuuji up. His attempts to revive them makes him sick.
He's stopped by Satoru tackling him to the ground, pinning his wrists.
“Get the gun, Yuuji!” Satoru yells.
Yuuji, the beautiful, brainwashed angel he is, obeys. He grabs Sukuna's gun and holds it in his shaking hand.
“Don't tell him what to do,” Sukuna says, gritting his teeth.
Satoru gestures for Yuuji to back up, and Yuuji does. It makes Sukuna fucking sick.
Satoru raises his fist to punch him, but Sukuna doesn't worry, because the worst this pretty boy can do is give him a black eye. When Sukuna inevitably gets the upper hand again, he'll fucking kill him.
The punch never comes, as Yuuji kneels next to Satoru and grabs his wrist to stop him.
“Please no more violence… I- I can't take it, Satoru-senpai. Please.”
Satoru's eyes go soft. What a fucking idiot. Sukuna uses the distraction to throw him off and to the ground again. He yanks the gun from Yuuji's hand and points it right at the man below.
“Bad idea fucking with me, pretty boy.”
Sukuna goes to pull the trigger and end another useless life, but Yuuji grabs his arm and tries to pull him away again.
He's not nearly as strong as Sukuna, so he can't get a good hold nor would he even be able to stop him. He's not giving up either, so Sukuna is left with no choice other than to knock him out.
He pulls Yuuji into a chokehold, applying pressure to his neck. He would never hurt his baby, so it's just enough to render him unconscious.
Satoru gets up, diving at Sukuna to try to stop him again. He's persistent, and it's really getting awfully tiresome. Sukuna rolls his eyes, setting Yuuji down and swinging the pistol when Satoru gets close. He bashes him over the head, effectively knocking him out too.
Weak.
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Yuuji awakes to the sight of Sukuna standing over Satoru’s body, who’s hardly conscious and almost unrecognizable, with a baseball bat clenched in his hand. He goes to yell for him, to tell Sukuna to stop, but his words come out jumbled. He yanks his body forward, but he cannot move. Yuuji's body is bound and mouth gagged- forcing him into a helpless doll. All he can do is beg Sukuna to let them go, to let Satoru go.
Sukuna walks behind Satoru now, circling him, tapping his bat on the ground and contemplating the next body part he should bash to pieces.
As he rounds the pole Satoru is tied to, he notices the shuffle of Yuuji's body- immediately fluttering his eyes up to meet his brother's tearful gaze. Sukuna practically purrs, walking up to him slowly with a click of his tongue.
“Hi, Yuuji,” he whispers, disgustingly sweet. He rotates the bat in his hand before tossing it up and yanking it from the air into a full on swing. He sarcastically imitates the sound of a crowd cheering before humming deep and dark in his chest.
“You’re awake,” he continues, leaning forward to get closer into Yuuji’s face. His eyes scan his beautiful features once again, like he had that night with the sugar, taking in the sight of his dimples, the curve of his lip and the freckles on his cheeks- this time etching them into his memory like a knife. Yuuji’s breath hitches in his chest and he tries to turn away. Sukuna groans, stepping back to turn his attention back to Satoru.
“Don’t fret, little brother,” he says as he walks forward, tapping the end of the bat into Satoru’s gut. The man below groans.
“He has learned his lesson,” Sukuna brags under his breath. “He won’t bother us anymore.”
Yuuji whines, tears welling in his eyes. He tries to speak through the gag in his mouth, but instead finds himself uselessly drooling around it.
Sukuna fakes a pout, walking back to cup his face and wipe the tears from them. Yuuji again tries to jerk his head away- so defiant.
“Do you still care for him, Yuuji?,” Sukuna asks mockingly, jutting his bottom lip out further to exaggerate his pout. “Even after he tried to take you from me?”
Yuuji doesn’t respond, instead offering his brother a pleading look- to have mercy on them, on his lover .
“You do, don’t you?” Sukuna growls, letting Yuuji’s face go, pushing it to the side roughly.
He scoffs, snatching a knife out of his pants and walking back to Satoru’s barely conscious body. He lifts his head off of the ground and holds the knife to his throat.
“Take it all in Satoru-senpai ,” he mocks in his ear. “You’ll never lay an eye on or try to touch what’s mine ever again.”
Sukuna slices his throat, then- dropping his lifeless body onto the floor and spitting on him when his body his body hits the floor. It’s utterly pitiful how someone so pathetic was close to winning his Yuuji over. Sukuna laughs at him as he gurgles and twitches.
Yuuji screams into the gag now, watching his beloved senior bleed out on the floor right in front of him. He thrashes in his binds, but it’s utterly useless, as Satoru was barely hanging on as it is. He couldn’t do anything to save him even if he tried.
Sukuna completely ignores Yuuji’s cries as he advances back to him, knife twirling in his hand, splattering Satoru's blood all over them.
Yuuji whines when Sukuna gets back in his space and starts roaming his body with dark, almost black , eyes. Sukuna chuckles under his breath, lifting the knife to press into Yuuji’s collarbones over his hoodie. Yuuji sobs into the gag and looks down at where Sukuna has him pinned beneath the blade.
Suluna takes pity on the poor boy, for once, so he reaches up to undo his gag. Yuuji chokes, heaves and sobs as it drops to the ground and his mouth is freed. He goes to scream at Sukuna, to tell him to fuck off and he'll get him arrested , but is quickly stopped by the knife as its pressed a bit deeper into his chest. He hisses instead.
Sukuna is satisfied by the submission he's forced Yuuji into- satisfied enough to move the blade and slice his binds off before returning it to his brother's chest. He pushes again, even harder. Yuuji continues to look down, afraid to look Sukuna in the eyes.
“Oh how I missed you," Sukuna says, low and dark, running the bloody knife from its place between Yuuji's collarbones up his neck and under his chin, tilting his face upward to meet his gaze once more. He cries pathetically now, biting his trembling lip, unable to stop the tears from falling.
"There’s no need to cry, little brother," Sukuna murmurs, gaze flickering from his eyes to his beautiful, red lips. "We're together now. Nobody can take you from me ever again."
Yuuji heaves, trying to choke back the sobs building deep in his chest as tears still continue to well up in his eyes. He still says nothing, but his expression changes to utter disgust. He looks afraid and angry.
Sukuna juts his lip out in another mocking pout. “Yuuji,” he addresses him, pressing the knife into his skin under his chin, breaking into his flesh, mixing the blood of his dead lover with his own as it drips onto his clothes.
“You don't have to pretend anymore,” he whispers, sickeningly sweet. It would fool anyone who couldn't see the brutal scene in front of them. “We're going to be happy now. No longer will any sick vermin corrupt you,” he growls, turning back to Satoru’s lifeless body with an evil smirk.
Yuuji still looks at him with distaste, but it hardly deters Sukuna. He clicks his tongue, stepping back from Yuuji for just a moment, knife still pressed to the spot under his chin.
“Kneel,” he orders.
Yuuji does so, sniffling back the snot threatening to run from his nose.
“Good, good Yuuji. You're so beautiful. I'm gonna take you upstairs, okay? I’m gonna make sure you're comfortable. I'll take care of you.”
With that, Sukuna circles around him, gently running his fingers through Yuuji's soft hair, finally pink again. Sukuna had made sure of it before tying Yuuji up down here. He scrubbed the cheap dye out of his hair and removed those disgusting brown contacts. He made Yuuji into his Yuuji again.
Sukuna reaches down to tie Yuuji’s wrists back behind him once more. He squats next to him to whisper into his ear.
“Just a precaution, little brother. I know you're mad, but you'll be good soon enough.”
Yuuji doesn't fight it. He allows himself to be tied and led upstairs. Sukuna takes him to the bathroom, kneeling him back down next to the tub so he can keep an eye on him while he runs a bath. He makes it nice , too. He picks just the right temperature, even placing a bath bomb in the water for extra comfort. Yuuji has stopped crying, watching Sukuna intently as he prepares an almost… admirable treat for him, considering what had just occurred.
Eventually, when the tub is about half full, Sukuna turns to Yuuji again, raising a brow- a challenge that, if Yuuji doesn’t listen, he won’t be so kind. He runs his hand up Yuuji’s arm before untying him again.
“Strip, Yuuji,” he orders. “You’re filthy.”
Yuuji listens, undressing himself hesitantly, all too aware that Sukuna is gripping his hardening cock through his jeans as he watches him intently. Yuuji pulls his sweatshirt off first, and the blood that stains it sticks to his face. It's gross, and it makes him sick.
Yuuji steps out of his pants, then. He's slow with it, trying to avoid the inevitable as long as possible. Sukuna raises a brow at him impatiently, encouraging him to pick up the pace when he sees the dark look in his eye. As Yuuji finally gets to boxers, where blood has seeped through to, he stops. He knows what’s coming, and cannot bring himself to expose himself to his twin- this evil fuck he doesn’t even know anymore.
Sukuna has never been a patient kid. He reaches out to Yuuji and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Yuuji is forced to look into his eyes- forced to see another sick, twisted glint of desire flick across them.
“You won’t be needing these, Yuuji,” Sukuna whispers, teasing his fingertips along the hem of Yuuji’s boxers, just above his ass.
He hums, using his other hand to dig his fingers under the fabric near Yuuji's hip, pulling it down a few inches, exposing the bloody skin of Yuuji's hip. Even covered in the filth that is Satoru Gojo's blood, Sukuna thinks it's beautiful. So tanned and flawless… so very Yuuji.
He sees Yuuji's breath hitch ever so softly, it could've easily been missed, if it was anyone but Sukuna.
“Take them off,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb along the exposed skin of Yuuji’s hip. Yuuji doesn't hesitate this time. He pulls them off slowly, stepping out of them and throwing them to the side, immediately moving his hand to cover his half hard cock.
Sukuna tuts, grabbing Yuuji's wrist and pulling his hand away.
“Do not hide from me what I have been denied for too long,” he growls, a noise from deep in his chest that is nothing if not dark. He hopes Yuuji is scared of him, even wants him to be scared of him, because Yuuji is headstrong and always has been. Sukuna wants him obedient and pliant, begging or his touch and being so good for him. For that, Yuuji must be taught.
Yuuji whimpers, a clear sign of submission, and Sukuna is thrilled by it. He feels a sharp shiver roll up his own spine.
“Get in, Yuuji,” he orders. It's meant to sound sweet, but instead comes out just short of a snarl.
Yuuji nods, and Sukuna lets go of his harsh grip on his wrist, giving a small rub of his thumb over the bruise that threatens to form.
Yuuji steps over the edge of the tub and drops in, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when he feels the warm water run over his tense muscles.
Sukuna squats down next to the tub, and reaches in to brush his hair out of his face as Yuuji leans back. He almost hums in contentment. It feels good to relax, even for just a moment.
Sukuna stands again after a few moments of admiring him, immediately taking off his shirt.
Yuuji's attention is brought back to his situation. He tenses, sitting up to curl his chest over his knees, trying to cover his body.
Sukuna tuts, removing his pants and boxers quickly.
He's waited long enough. He's taking what's his.
He steps in behind Yuuji, lifting him up effortlessly to place him between his thighs. Sukuna snakes his arms around Yuuji's small waist, pulling him to his chest, uncurling his body so he can see him.
He nuzzles into Yuuji's neck, then, inhaling his scent deeply. He smells like gunpowder and blood and sandalwood. Sukuna wants to smell him forever.
But Yuuji is uncomfortable and dirty with a low life's blood. Sukuna must tend to him first.
He pours a generous amount of body wash on his hands. It's his own, so it won't smell like Yuuji, but it's just for tonight. Tomorrow they’'ll go to Yuuji's house, pack his things and run away together.
They sit like that for a while. It's nice.
“C-Can't I shower?” Yuuji asks eventually, soft and timid, watching the warm water turn red as Sukuna scrubs him.
“Does it not feel good, Yuuji?” Sukuna pouts, grinding his, now fully hard, cock forward to slip up into the cleft of his ass.
“N-no, it does,” Yuuji squeaks, tears falling into the tub below.
“Good,” Sukuna murmurs, biting the lobe of Yuuji's ear as his sudsy hands move from his back to his cock.
It's flaccid now, but Sukuna doesn't care. He traces the inside of Yuuji's soft thighs, tickling the sensitive skin of his balls with his fingertips.
Yuuji comes to life slowly, his cock filling and twitching with interest. It's sick, he feels disgusting, yet he cannot help his body's reaction.
Sukuna coos.
“Oh, Yuu ,” he hums in his ears, “so naughty you've become. Remember when you were scared to just kiss me?”
Yuuji moans, thrusting his hips forward, grinding is cock into the air. Sukuna doesn't move. He keeps his hand on Yuuji's balls, rolling them, making him whine and squirm. His little cock twitches, begging to be touched.
Sukuna doesn't indulge him yet. He moves his hand from his balls to run up his thigh, hovering it over the underside of his cock.
Yuuji whines again, a pathetic little noise, thrusting forward to try to hump against Sukuna’s hand. Sukuna clicks his tongue.
“I can't believe I've had to wait this long for you,” he says with a sigh. “I will never let you go again, okay?”
Yuuji nods, desperate for Sukuna's touch.
Sukuna chuckles low in his throat.
“Good.”
He grabs Yuuji's cock now, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a couple of small, short tugs.
Yuuji squirms in Sukuna's grasp, moving his hand to his mouth to bite his knuckle. Sukuna keeps a leisurely pace, stroking just right, occasionally running his hand over the sensitive head just to feel Yuuji's cock twitch and pulse under it.
Yuuji makes the prettiest sounds, even though he's really trying not to. It's breathtaking.
“Fuck, Yuuji,” Sukuna growls. “You're going to be the death of me, brat.”
Sukuna lets Yuuji go with a rough kiss to his neck, pushing him away slightly to finish rinsing them off.
As he finishes the job, Sukuna stands up quickly, splashing water everywhere on the floor as he hops out of the tub.
He ignores it, leaning back down to pull the plug to drain their bath.
“Stay,” he says sweetly, turning to leave Yuuji alone for just a moment.
He grabs their robes, bought just for Yuuji to wear while he spends his time with Sukuna, though Sukuna hadn't known it would happen so quickly. He's glad he bought these weeks in advance for them.
Yuuji's robe is pink, just like their hair. Sukuna's favorite on him.
He returns to see Yuuji obediently waiting in the tub. It makes him feel so… possessive … and angry. He's furious that someone so irrelevant and disgusting almost had the opportunity to see his angel like this.
Sukuna gestures for Yuuji to stand.
He obeys. So good.
Yuuji dries off and takes the fluffy robe. He wraps himself up and hides his face into the fluff near his neck.
Sukuna grabs Yuuji's face, pulling him back to face each other again. He leans in to kiss him, for the first time in years, and Yuuji turns away.
Sukuna sighs, pinching Yuuji's chin, roughly pulling him back to face him again.
“Knock it off,” he scoffs, leaning back in to meet Yuuji's lips with his own. He kisses him roughly, tongue prodding its way into his brother's mouth and staking a claim there.
Yuuji puts absolutely no effort into their kiss, and it pisses Sukuna off.
He breaks their kiss and pinches Yuuji’s mouth open.
“Stick your fucking tongue out.”
Yuuji closes his eyes and hesitantly obeys. Sukuna laughs and spits on his cheek.
Yuuji's eyes bolt open, confused and grossed out. Sukuna smirks at him, using his hand to smear the spit down to Yuuji's lips. He rubs it in before gathering some onto his fingers.
Then, he shoves his fingers down Yuuji's throat.
Yuuji immediately gags, choking on the digits. Sukuna thrusts them a few times, way too deep. He pulls out just when Yuuji is starting to heave.
Sukuna kisses him- sloppy and quick. This time, Yuuji kisses back.
-
Oh sweet, beautiful Yuuji- laid out before Sukuna so nicely. Ripe for the taking, still half covered in the beautiful fluffy robe Sukuna picked out for him.
He hovers over Yuuji on his hands and knees, kissing his neck, sucking bruises on it and biting into the skin.
Yuuji makes beautiful noises, whining and squirming, arms wrapped around Sukuna like he never wants to let him go. Broken. Cock hungry.
“Oh, Yuuji,” Sukuna hums. “You're so pretty. You're made for me.”
“Sh-Shut up,” Yuuji growls, opening his eyes to glare up at his brother.
“Behave,” Sukuna retorts, baring his teeth in a mean snarl. Even in a situation so vulnerable, that he’s enjoying, Yuuji is a damn brat.
“You're a m-monster, Sukuna.”
Sukuna hums. “Maybe so, but you're hard against my leg, little brother.”
Yuuji scowls at him distastefully. “Fuck you,” he murmurs, cheeks turning a deep red. He's embarrassed, for sure. So resistant to his love for Sukuna. That can be changed.
Sukuna drops his head onto Yuuji's chest and laughs. He reaches his hand down and pinches the boy's thigh roughly. Yuuji yelps, letting go of Sukuna's neck and scrambling back a bit. It's not much, at all, because Sukuna has him caged in.
It is just enough for Sukuna to shuffle forward and sit on Yuuji's chest, pinning his arms to the bed with his knees.
Sukuna rests his cock onto Yuuji's face then, covering more than half of it. Sukuna moans at the sight, thrusting it along Yuuji's face. Yuuji whimpers, but all he can do is take it.
“Stick your tongue out,” Sukuna demands. And Yuuji obeys.
Sukuna laughs under his breath when he feels a wet stripe run up the underside of his length on the next thrust of his hips. So obedient. Yuuji was made for him.
Sukuna draws his hips back completely now, resting the tip of his cock right onto Yuuji's tongue.
“Don't bite,” Sukuna mocks, thrusting forward again, slowly this time, to sink half of his cock into Yuuji's mouth.
It feels like heaven- even considering Yuuji's inexperienced tongue and awkward chokes and gargles, which Sukuna hardly shows any mercy for.
They spend a few minutes like this, Sukuna leisurely fucking in and out of Yuuji's mouth. He won't go deep just yet. He has to train Yuuji's throat. They have plenty of time- the rest of their lives.
For now, it's time to take what was always rightfully his- Yuuji's innocence. Sukuna was the first to kiss and touch Yuuji, and now he'll be the first to fuck him too.
Sukuna withdraws, shuffling backwards to return to his place between Yuuji's legs. When he's back enough to see Yuuji's face again, he pauses. Yuuji looks drunk, eyes glassy, mouth open and tongue still lolled out.
Well, maybe Sukuna can hold off on fucking him. For a minute.
Sukuna returns his cock to Yuuji's mouth, this time far less gentle. He grips Yuuji's soft hair, pulling him up to choke him on more of his length. Yuuji gags, but it doesn’t matter, Sukuna doesn't stop and will not stop. Maybe Yuuji shouldn't look so damn cockdrunk. He was asking for this.
Sukuna fucks into his throat steadily, watching Yuuji drool onto the sheets. How foolish of him to try and skip this. Utterly foolish of him to try to be gentle. Yuuji's throat is warm and tight- the perfect shape for Sukuna's cock. He's earned this. All those years waiting, all the people he had to kill to get here.
Yuuji just takes it too, because he knows this is where he belongs. He knows that Sukuna will never let him out of his sight ever again. He accepts it, he loves it.
Sukuna fucks into his throat for god knows how long before it all becomes too much. But he doesn't let Yuuji off easy. Before completely pulling his cock out, Sukuna stuffs it all the way back into Yuuji's throat. The boy's eyes shoot open, tears forming quickly. He heaves through his nose- a pathetic and useless attempt to breathe. Sukuna can't have that. So, he pinches Yuuji's nose, simultaneously holding him at the base of his length, face stuffed in the dense fuzz there.
Sukuna sees fear in his angel's eyes. It's addicting- he wants more . He grinds his hips deep into Yuuji's throat, feeling him constrict around his cock. He's close to passing out, and Sukuna needs him awake .
So he lets go of Yuuji's nose and pulls him off his cock. Yuuji heaves, desperately choking to try to catch his breath.
Sukuna smirks at him, scooting down back between his legs. He runs his thumb along Yuuji's bottom lip and down his chin, smearing the drool across his face.
“You were made for me, weren't you?,” Sukuna hums.
Yuuji doesn't respond. Sukuna doesn't need him to. They both know they were meant to be.
-
If there is some sort of afterlife and heaven, this is the closest Sukuna will ever get to it.
He’s laying back, arms folded behind his head and resting against the headboard, with Yuuji bouncing on his cock.
Sukuna makes no effort to help him. Why should he, really? He’s already done so much to get them here. He has killed for Yuuji. And he'd do it again, but now Yuuji has to put in some work now.
And oh he is.
Yuuji’s hands are tied behind his back again- Sukuna's doing. All of the work being put on his strong, smooth, beautiful thighs.
He's moaning like a whore, whining and shaking his head in denial as he fucks himself on Sukuna’s cock. It's quite a sight, one that Sukuna could get used to- one that he needs once a day now.
“Feel good, Yuuj?” Sukuna hums with a shit-eating grin, thrusting up once to meet Yuuji's hips.
Yuuji yelps, his little cock twitching- angry, red, overstimulated and under all at once.
“S-Stop,” Yuuji begs, but makes no effort to do so himself. He picks up the pace, actually, sliding up and down Sukuna's cock with all he has. His own pathetic cock bouncing against his stomach.
“You wanna stop?” Sukuna asks teasingly. “Then stop riding my cock.”
Yuuji moans, his hips stuttering and legs shaking as he tries to keep going even harder.
Sukuna snorts, reaching one of his hands down to tease the head of his brother's weeping cock.
Yuuji keens, arching his back to try to get some sort of friction.
“You're kind of a slut, aren't you?” Sukuna hums, moving his hand from Yuuji's cock to the plush cheek of his ass, slapping it roughly. Yuuji shakes his head, sitting down completely onto Sukuna's length and grinding his hips.
“N-No… I- ‘M not…”
Sukuna chuckles, giving Yuuji's ass another hard slap.
“Yeah? You're fucking yourself on your psycho brother's cock. I killed our parents and your little boyfriend. Yet, you're here whoring yourself out.”
Yuuji groans, his cock jumping against his stomach as he starts to fuck himself up and down again.
“S-Stop,” he whines, looking down at Sukuna with pleading eyes, wriggling his arms to try to get out of the restraints behind his back.
Sukuna tuts. “Now, now. Don't be like that. You obviously missed me.”
Yuuji shakes his head in response.
“No?” Sukuna asks sarcastically, slapping Yuuji's ass again, the skin burning under his palm. “Why are you still doing this? Just stop fucking yourself, I'll let you go.”
Yuuji continues to shake his head, along with bouncing on Sukuna's cock faster.
“Yeah…” Sukuna breathes. “That's right. I'll kill anyone who takes you away from me. Any man or woman who eyes you is fuckin’ dead, Yuuji.”
Yuuji starts to cry, his cock leaking pathetically onto his stomach and down his length. “N-No… please don't hurt anyone else.. l-let me go… I won't say anything… Suku-nii!” he sobs, grinding down on his brother's cock as greedily as he can.
Sukuna laughs again, reaching both hands to grab Yuuji's hips, lifting him up his cock until just the tip remains inside- Yuuji's hot walls constricting and pulsing so nicely around it.
“Just step off,” Sukuna purrs, raising a brow at his twin. “I'll never hurt another soul, and I'll let you go. Just lift yourself off of my cock, angel.”
Yuuji sniffles and wiggles in Sukuna's grasp. He doesn't pull off- he waits for Sukuna to let go. To keep going.
Sukuna loosens his grip on Yuuji's hips, and he immediately gets back to work. Sukuna groans, moving his hands to grab Yuuji's cock and gives it a couple of rough strokes.
Yuuji throws his head back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. His poor cock has been neglected- with so little stimulation he must be on fire. Sukuna loves to watch him writhe.
He laughs at him again, letting go and clicking his tongue.
“If you wanna come, you'll do it like a proper slut. From my cock only.”
Yuuji snaps his head back down to look back at Sukuna. He pleads with his eyes, shuffling in his restraints. “‘s not enough, ‘Kuna. Please.”
And there it is, the nickname from their childhood that will always make Sukuna weak. The simple word that makes him snap, and Yuuji knows it.
“Fuck,” Sukuna hisses, grabbing Yuuji's hips again, pulling him off of his cock and flipping him around. He maneuvers Yuuji so he's face down in the sheets, ass up in the air, presenting himself just for Sukuna.
Sukuna thrusts back in, shoving Yuuji's face further into the matress below. He can't properly support himself with his hands tied behind his back, and Sukuna knows it. He doesn't care. Yuuji is good. He loves this and he'll come just from this. Sukuna will force him.
Below him Yuuji squirms and whines. He tries to move his face to the side to get some oxygen. He manages to free his face just enough to beg Sukuna.
“S-Sukuna… please touch me…” he begs.
“No,” Sukuna responds with a disgustingly evil smirk. “I've done absolutely everything to get us here, Yuuji. Do something, put your pussy to work. Make us both come already.”
Yuuji's eyes start to tear up again, undeniably frustrated. Yet he doesn't complain, instead making a pathetic attempt to push his hips back to meet Sukuna's thrusts. Sukuna feels him clench on his cock, too, trying to be good and put in work like he was told.
It's so admirable and fucking sexy, how Yuuji tries to please Sukuna- even though he has taken everything and everyone from him.
“Fuuuuck…” Sukuna groans, grabbing Yuuji's hips and fucking him harder. He hears Yuuji's broken, muffled moans, and it only eggs him on further. It gets to the point where Sukuna needs to hear him again.
So he grabs Yuuji’s hair with one arm, pulling him up to his knees and wrapping his other arm around his waist to keep him upright and against his chest.
Yuuji wails in response, tears falling from his eyes in response to the pain and the intense jolts of pleasure.
“Stop- ah- stop, please ‘Kuna please.. please no more… it's to m-much.” Yuuji babbles on, lost in it. His body is squeezing so tight, Sukuna knows he doesn't mean it.
“C'mon Yuuji,” Sukuna whispers into his ear. “Come on my cock. Put this pussy to use.”
Yuuji keens and his back arches as he comes over his own stomach and the sheets below, completely untouched- overwhelmed and beautiful.
“Yeah, Yuuj. There you go. Good boy,” Sukuna murmurs. “You're so fuckin’ good. Gonna take care of you now. No vermin will ever fuck with you again.”
Through his own babbles, Sukuna hears it- a soft word spoken so quiet he would've missed it if he wasn't right there.
‘Please.’
With that, Sukuna comes, hips stuttering and heart beating through his chest. He groans as he grips Yuuji's hips hard enough to bruise. Yuuji hiccups, sobbing and writhing against him.
Sukuna stays there for a moment, lazily grinding his cock in and out, making Yuuji squirm and cry. He loves it, watching Yuuji feel something so intense because of him.
Sukuna buries his face into Yuuji's undercut. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of Yuuji's sweat. He smells so good- smells like home and Sukuna wants nothing else in this lifetime.
He lies Yuuji down with a barrage of kisses onto his face, neck, chest and every other inch of skin he can reach. He pats his ass and Yuuji winces. It makes Sukuna laugh.
He leaves Yuuji for a minute or so to piss and grab something to clean him up. When he returns, he sees Yuuji fast asleep, curled around Sukuna's robe, face buried into the fabric and breathing deep. The sight makes Sukuna’s cold heart swell. He finally has his soulmate back.
Sukuna slips into the bed right behind him. He doesn't even bother getting Yuuji clean in fear of waking him up and causing a scene. He just… wants to enjoy the peace for the first time in his life. There's nobody here to tell him what to do- nobody to take what's his.
He falls asleep easily for the first time in years.