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The battlefield appeared as if a tornado had leveled the earth and destroyed everything in its path. Trees were reduced to embers, jagged craters ran deep like scars across the soil, and the air hissed faintly with lingering cursed energy, raw and unstable. Every stone and blade of grass carried the memory of the catastrophe that just occurred.
Satoru Gojo was barely standing, knees wobbling from pure exhaustion. His infinity aura flickered like a faulty light bulb, patches of dust clinging to his uniform, the fabric having sustained multiple rips as a result of the damage. Fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his breathing ragged and wavering. Yet somehow, that signature shit eating grin remained plastered on his face.
Opposite the sorcerer, Ryomen Sukuna straightened his spine and rolled his shoulders, all joints emitting a guttural crack in unison. His four red eyes glowed faintly in the hazy dusk, narrowed in a mixture of irritation and unexpected intrigue. His tattooed chest was smeared with his own blood, body marred with fresh lacerations. They drove each other into the dirt, refusing to surrender and neither coming out as the victor.
The Strongest in all the Land and the King of Curses had reached an impasse.
Gojo tilted his head back, carding a crimson-stained hand through his ivory hair.
“Well…that was a joyride,” he puffed, voice weary but aggravatingly cheerful.
Sukuna barked a laugh, sharp as shattered glass.
“You find this humorous?” He spat blood onto the cracked ground. “You’re lucky to still be in one piece, insignificant bastard.”
Gojo’s smile widened, infuriatingly unbothered.
“Oh come on. You’re not acting sore cause you failed to kill me, are ya?”
Sukuna stalked closer, his aura thrumming like an earthquake threatening aftershocks.
“Don’t flatter yourself, fool. I was going easy on you. Prolonging your suffering serves as my personal entertainment.” He flashed a toothy grin. “Now I see.”
Gojo raised a brow, icy blue eyes shimmering with curiosity.
“See what exactly?”
Sukuna stood a mere foot away, looming over the other man like a storm cloud.
“That perhaps you are worth keeping around…for the time being anyway.” His tone dripped with something darker than amusement; possibly possession, or even hunger.
Silence stretched between them. Long, palpable, and charged with an indiscernible electricity. Gojo bristled, feeling the tension pressing against the edges of his untouchable skin. It prickled like pins and needles, hotter than any cursed technique he’d ever wielded. The fight may have concluded, but the standoff wasn’t over.
“You’re staring pretty hard. Does someone have a little crush?” Gojo taunted, speaking leisurely in contrast to his pounding heart.
Sukuna’s chuckle was low and daunting.
“Don’t mistake interest for affection.” His eyes scanned Gojo’s slender frame, slow and deliberate as if trying to memorize every proportion. “I admit you’ve proven to be a worthy opponent.” He took another step forward, drawing nearer until Gojo could feel the heat radiating off of him. “Maybe even more.”
Any normal, sane person would’ve backed away in fear. Instead, Gojo angled himself to where he could easily gaze up at the devil through thick white lashes.
“Careful. One might think you’re trying to seduce me,” he said, practically buzzing in anticipation.
“You sound awfully confident about that,” Sukuna declared. His words were intimate yet precise, slicing the air between them like a scalpel.
For once, Gojo was rendered speechless. He laughed awkwardly, heart still racing and throat beginning to constrict. He knew by this point, the King wasn’t fucking around for the hell of it. No; he was committed. Adamant on making the sorcerer squirm in more ways than one.
The world surrounding them still settled in ruin, the atmosphere whirring with the echoes of violence that unfolded just moments prior. Except none of it compared to the ominous dread crawling through Gojo’s guts. It felt both terrifying and exhilarating as his back collided with the stone wall behind him which miraculously survived the clash.
“I am, actually,” Gojo whispered, failing to feign conviction. He shifted his stance slightly, not retreating, but rather aligning his body so the distance separating them shrank by mere inches.
Sukuna noticed and chuckled menacingly, the ever-growing grin splitting his face baring a set of fangs.
“Yeah?” He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Gojo’s ear. He nibbled on the lobe, causing the other to gasp. “How about now?”
Gojo shivered at the way Sukuna’s voice sounded like gravel dragging across steel. He could feel his own cheeks warming up, composure beginning to falter. Unable to muster a coherent response, he stayed silent.
“Your arrogance,” Sukuna murmured, now peppering kisses down Gojo’s neck, “makes me want to break you. Piece by piece, until that smug little smirk of yours disappears.”
Gojo gulped, his breathing becoming erratic once more as Sukuna traveled down to his collarbone. He sucked on the thin pale skin, evoking a choked moan out of the other.
“Y-you’re obsessed,” Gojo stuttered. Sukuna paused and pulled away, a purple hickey in place of where his mouth used to be.
Growling, his clawed hand curled around Gojo’s collar, tugging it taut, showing how easily he could tear it to shreds if he wanted.
“Obsession has nothing to do with it. You excite me.”
Gojo’s mouth ran drier than sandpaper. He didn’t expect such an eager, yearning answer from the King of curses, a hell lord who could quite literally had the power to decapitate his victims with a snap of his fingers. Sukuna’s laugh was deep, rumbling, and cruel as he stared the sorcerer down. A cat cornering its prey, savoring the anticipation before striking the kill.
With their foreheads practically touching, Sukuna reached out and cupped Gojo’s burning cheek, not gentle or tender, but firm and commanding.
“Yield to me, Satoru Gojo.”
The six eyed user hesitated for a moment, paralyzed and rooted to the spot. A hurricane of emotions swirled inside his head as he bounced back and forth between logic and desire. Ultimately, he succumbed to the latter with a single nod of affirmation.
“I’ll let you have your way this time,” Gojo hummed, trying to maintain whatever strand of dignity he had left.
Sukuna’s scarlet eyes shrouded in lust, his pupils completely dilating.
“Excellent.”
He grabbed a fistful of Gojo’s soft hair and in the blink of an eye, their lips crashed together. The sorcerer’s breath hitched as he instinctively wrapped both arms around Sukuna’s thick neck, dissolving into the fervent kiss. The King’s hands roamed, hiking underneath the hem of Gojo’s top, pressing thumbs into the divots of his hips. The younger bit his lip eagerly, whining a bit.
“Greedy brat,” Sukuna growled, “already falling apart when I’ve barely touched you. Just how long have you been waiting for this, hmm?” He dragged a black-painted nail up Gojo’s clothed torso, stopping at the zipper. He yanked it downwards, ripping apart the flaps and exposing his bare chest.
“Hey, easy! These uniforms are expensi-”
Gojo cut himself off with a stifled whimper when Sukuna started teasing his perky pink nipples. That reaction made him instantly hard. He wedged his knee between Gojo’s inner thighs, feeling his equally stiff erection through the cotton material.
“You’ve touched yourself to the thought of me before, haven’t you?” Sukuna probed with an inflection of mischief.
Gojo blushed in embarrassment as he turned his head to the side.
“So what? Everyone does it,” his quivering tone betrayed his words.
Sukuna hummed, moving his leg against Gojo’s crotch. The latter dithered and pinched his eyes shut, the stun of pleasure traveling up his spine.
“Look at you. The strongest sorcerer in all the land crumbling under a single gesture. How pathetic.” He watched as Gojo involuntarily ground on his thigh, aching for more friction.
“Stop teasing me, you fuck-” Gojo heaved, barely able to contain his blooming desperation.
Sukuna’s diabolical laugh reverberated throughout the forest, chilling enough to make the dead roll in their graves.
“Remove those pesky clothes then. They’re in my way,” he snarled.
Gojo smirked.
“Why don’t you take them off for me?”
Sukuna’s eyes blazed in vexation.
“Do not test my patience.”
Dissatisfied, Gojo rolled his eyes.
“You’re no fun, old timer.”
With no further objection, he stripped down to his boxers, tentatively sliding them down to his ankles before kicking them off.
“There. Happy?”
Sukuna sneered and crossed his arms.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
Gojo’s eyes widened. He was already nervous, but this had him teetering on the precipice of total mortification. Defying a command from Sukuna would surely be sealing his demise. He had no choice but to obey. Although, a small part of him actually felt thrilled at the idea of putting on an erotic spectacle for the King of Curses–so much so that precum began leaking from his slit. He reached down and palmed the tip, hissing at the stimulation.
Sukuna kept his ravenous gaze glued on the other as his slow strokes picked up pace, moving down the shaft towards the base. The quiet gasps that escaped him were a dulcet tune the elder could listen to for eternity. He wanted to hear Gojo moan obscenities and scream his name like his life depended on it.
Gojo continued pumping his dick faster and faster until his hand blurred from the motion. His knees trembled as he dangled precariously over the edge of climax.
“Sukuna, I’m–close…” he crooned.
The King’s eyes flickered with vindication.
“Let go.”
One final flick of Gojo’s wrist sent him soaring through the stratosphere. White hot sparks shot to all of his nerves in unison, causing his entire body to tremor. The fruits of his labor stained the ground beneath him in translucent droplets. Sukuna took a moment to relish in the glorious sight beholding him, the curve of his mouth twitching carnally. He reached out and swept a few bangs out of Gojo’s dazed crystal eyes.
“Truly exquisite.”
Gojo huffed a laugh.
“Your ego must be larger than that tent you’re pitching right now.”
All the reigns of Sukuna’s control fell loose as he pinned his own body flush against Gojo who clammed up immediately.
“Let us find out, shall we?” he purred huskily, tapping two fingers at the other’s rosy lips.
Gojo opened up, sucking greedily on the calloused flesh. Before he could register what was happening, Sukuna inserted his now moist digits inside his hole. Gojo lamented, the sudden pressure almost unbearable. He didn’t realize how tight he was. Sukuna prodded deeper, stretching him out. Gojo’s expression melted as his jaw fell open, eyes rolling behind his skull. His body jerked as the elder managed to graze his prostate.
“Ahh, there it is,” Sukuna rumbled, curling his fingers to hit that same spot.
“Shit!” Gojo yelped, latching onto Sukuna’s broad shoulders. “Please–just…fuck me already.”
Sukuna grinned pridefully.
“Impatient, aren’t we?”
The question was rhetorical. He could clearly sense the urgency in Gojo’s voice and body language. Legs spread, dick throbbing, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to swallow the man whole.
Sukuna slid his pants down enough to reveal his rigid, veiny cock. He gave it a few preparatory tugs before lining up with Gojo’s slick entrance. As soon as he heard a hum of approval, he pushed his full length inside. Gojo groaned loudly, burying his face in the crook of Sukuna’s neck.
“Does it hurt?” Sukuna asked softly.
Gojo nodded.
“A little.”
Sukuna kissed the side of Gojo’s temple, oddly tender.
“You’ll adjust.”
He grabbed hold of Gojo’s hips and started slowly thrusting, allowing the other to accommodate his girth. Sukuna’s thrusts gradually increased in speed as Gojo’s sweet noises progressed from whimpers of pain to moans of pleasure. The man felt like he’d been set on fire from the sheer intensity of the King slamming into him. He hated how easily he buckled under the elder’s demand despite putting up a decent fight–hated how good it felt to be penetrated by him. His only regret was wishing he relented sooner.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” Gojo squealed as Sukuna repeatedly struck his sensitive gland without missing a beat.
He knew he sounded like a pitiful, babbling whore but he didn’t care.
“Gonna cum soon,” Sukuna grunted, losing his steady rhythm.
Gojo clenched around him, signaling his own impending orgasm. He cried out the other’s name as they finished simultaneously. Gojo’s vision turned blotchy as he rode the greatest euphoric high he’d ever experienced. The men were sweating and panting heavily, both from the summer heat and the salacious scene that just took place.
“Never underestimate me again,” Sukuna muttered, biting Gojo’s earlobe again.
The six-eyed user was too drained to argue. Instead, he simply sighed in acquiescence.
“Message received.”
Gojo knew one thing for certain; he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.