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Toji should have left the omega chained to the bed but it felt too cruel. When he saw that dark hair and those clouded, big eyes he thought of his own son and had a rare moment of weakness while on the job.
Whenever he was out on hits, he turned off his emotions and his moral compass. But this time was different. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to see Megumi before coming here. His heart was still open, and that was how he fell into this damn trap.
He heard stories about Boss Shinoda having an obsession with young omegas but when he entered the guy’s bedroom to blow his brains out he didn’t expect to find one of those young omegas chained to the bed.
From the bits and pieces Toji heard from the chatty guards, Shinoda was going to break his new pet in tonight and he didn’t want to be disturbed. The omega was naked and drugged but he didn’t smell like he had been ‘broken in’ or anything like that.
After blowing Shinoda’s brains out, Toji freed the omega and planned to leave him there for the authorities to find him when they arrived on the scene late as hell as always but then the damned thing latched onto his leg and wouldn't let go.
That was how Toji ended up bringing a stray home.
He let the omega sleep off the drugs on the couch, and he gave him a shirt to put on when he woke up. The omega slept wrapped up in blankets because Toji didn’t want to touch him while he slept. The shirt was way too big and the omega had to lift it up when he walked so that he wouldn’t trip on the hem.
Toji was a big guy. He was even bigger than the average alpha. He made Suguru look a lot smaller than what he actually was. The boy was young but not a pup or anything.
“Do you have any family I can take you to?” Toji asked in his gruff voice. He was smoking a cigarette as he stared down at the omega. “What’s your family name?”
The omega blinked. He stared at Toji for a long while. Toji was starting to think those drugs fucked him up real good in the head when the omega finally said, “Suguru.”
It wasn’t a family name. It was a given name. Toji knew that much.
“Where does your family live?”
Suguru shook his head. “No family,” he said in a small voice.
“Fuck.” Toji continued to smoke his cigarette. He was already having regrets. “Well, you can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow I’ll find someplace for you to go--”
Suguru blinked once, and then he started sobbing and shaking and begging Toji not to leave him. His little body was hunched over and his scent turned bitter.
It was a whole mess.
The omega cried all damn night and Toji had to hold him in his arms and rock him back and forth. He had never even done this with his own son. Hell, he had never really met his son. Shit was too complicated for him to do more than watch Megumi from afar to make sure he was doing okay. Now here he was taking care of a damn stray.
“Fine, you can stay here,” Toji said. “But the first time you get in my way I’m sending your ass packing.”
The next day, Toji laid down the rules of his den which was a crummy one bedroom apartment that resided above a karaoke bar. The bar was a front for drug peddling, and because he was in favor of the gang that ran the karaoke bar he got to live up here for a decent price.
“Don’t touch my things,” Toji said to Suguru while the boy sat on the couch. His long hair was a tangled mess and his face and eyes were red from all the crying he did last night. “Never open the door for anyone. If you run away, don’t steal shit. I’ll hunt your little ass down. Understood?”
Suguru nodded. He was quiet and obedient.
Toji liked that. He didn’t have the patience for an annoying runt who gave him lip. He was used to being alone and he liked it that way. It wouldn’t take much to make him kick Suguru to the curb.
In the weeks that followed, the two fell into an unspoken pattern. Suguru made himself scarce a lot. He stayed out of Toji’s way for the most part. He started to clean up around the place without being told to do so, too.
After a night of going through a six pack of beer and throwing crushed beer cans around the place, Toji would wake up in a spotless living room. Suguru would also empty Toji’s ashtray and line Toij’s shoes up neatly in the tiny foyer.
One day, Toji watched as Suguru quietly swept the kitchen floor.
“I thought I told you not to touch my things,” he said, scaring the boy.
Suguru hurriedly dropped the broom and lowered his head. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Toji immediately felt bad. He just wasn’t used to having another person living here. He also wasn’t used to considerate people like Suguru.
“Don’t sweat it,” Toji said. He picked up the broom and handed it to Suguru. “You can touch stuff like this just don’t touch anything in my bedroom.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know how to cook?”
Suguru shook his head.
“Well learn. You need to earn your keep here if you’re going to be living off me.” Toji was being difficult just to do it. He was hoping he could be a rude ass and make Suguru leave on his own.
“Earn my keep?” Suguru asked quietly. Then he lifted his head in realization. “Oh...you mean that…” He walked over to Toji and kneeled in front of him and opened his mouth wide.
Toji nearly jumped. “The hell are you doing?” He knew what Suguru was doing, and he knew why he was doing it. But the suddenness of it made him react that way. “Get up! I’m not into child whores.” He cursed. “Not that you’re a whore or anything...look I didn’t mean that...I’m just saying that’s not my thing…”
Suguru tilted his head curiously. “What’s a...whore?” He was still kneeling on the floor staring up at Toji.
“You know...a prostitute.”
Suguru remained confused.
“I know you’ve seen the women who hang around the alley out there. They sell their bodies for money.”
“What happens to their bodies?”
“You dropped to your knees like you already knew what that meant.”
“They told me that when I saw Boss Shinoda I should do that to keep him from hitting me.”
Suguru was shown how to please a man but he never actually pleased a man. It sounded like he was taken to one of the auction houses and groomed before Boss Shinoda bought him. Toji had encountered some of those establishments during his hits so he understood how they operated.
“Well, I don’t want that from you,” Toji said. He pulled Suguru up to his feet. “I’m going to get groceries. You’re going to learn how to cook for me tonight.”
Toji cursed to himself during his walk to the market. He really wasn’t suited for this kind of shit.
Suguru turned out to be a decent cook.
Depending on how late Toji’s jobs went he was guaranteed a hot meal when he made it back home. After dinner, he had a cold beer waiting for him in the living room. It wasn’t that bad of a new living arrangement. It was actually pretty sweet.
Because Suguru had managed to survive two months without pissing Toji off once, Toji took him shopping one day.
The boy had been wearing Toji’s old t-shirts and tank tops around the apartment and he looked like a scrawny beggar. Toji didn’t want to spend too much money on the boy because he was certain he wasn’t going to last long but he was wrong.
“I’m not loaded,” Toji told Suguru as they walked into the low end department store. “We’ll see what the clearance rack has.”
Toji made a lot of money from his hits but most of that money went to Megumi and his wife. He wasn’t allowed to be in his son’s life but his wife happily accepted his money despite that. He didn’t hold a grudge. She had every right not to want anything to do with him.
They walked to the clearance bin where the clothes were in a messy pile since the clerks didn’t seem to give a shit about separating things.
“Pick out a couple of things,” Toji said. He leaned on the nearby clothes rack. “Get something to wear around the house and something to sleep in. The summer is rolling in. Keep that in mind.”
While Suguru quietly sorted through the clothes, Toji looked around the department store. Whenever he went, he was always taking note of his surroundings and getting an idea of where the exits were. It was a work-related habit.
During his wandering, he caught sight of a tall drink of water with a nice rack.
“You good on your own for a bit?” Toji asked. He glanced at Suguru. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”
Toji worked his magic and got the woman’s number with ease. He predicted that he would be fucking her pretty soon. When he went back to where he left Suguru, the boy had a handful of clothes.
“I’m ready,” Suguru said.
“Good. Let’s go ring up.”
At the register, Toji paid more attention to the cash register’s monitor rather than what kind of clothes Suguru picked out. He only made sure that Suguru was confident that he would be able to fit everything he picked out. Suguru said he was and Toji left it at that.
When he saw the final price, Toji smiled. “You sure know how to budget, kid,” he said as he handed over a wad of bills. He picked up the shopping bags afterward and carried them for Suguru. “I’ll treat you to a burger since you didn’t get greedy back there.”
They sat outside a fast food joint on wooden benches eating their burgers and splitting a large fry. Toji watched Suguru eat. He had good table manners for a street rat. Maybe that was because he was careful about everything he did as if he was afraid of messing up. He had always noticed the slight tremor in Suguru’s hand and recognized other, subtle signs of past abuse.
Toji’s family used to make him their punching bag when he was a pup. But instead of walking around trying to keep himself unseen, he became a spiteful little shit.
Had he become meek like Suguru he would’ve never survived.
“Do you remember anything about your family?” Toji asked.
Suguru shook his head. “I grew up in an Omega House…” He chewed his bottom lip anxiously.
Yeah, he was definitely abused. Those places were a hell hole. They were meant to take in orphaned omegas and help them grow in a loving environment but the mentors were usually cold and jealous old hags. Toji always said that he would give up his life in a heartbeat to keep Megumi out of an Omega House.
“You like ice cream?” Toji asked. He could tell that Suguru was thinking about that fucked up place right now.
Suguru looked up at him and smiled softly. “Yes.”
Toji bought them both ice cream cones after they finished their burgers and they ate them while they walked to the bus stop.
They made one last stop before returning to the apartment. Toji took Suguru to the Drug Store so that he could get his own toiletries. He asked the cashier to show Suguru around the Omega aisle to help him get the products he needed.
He didn’t know shit about omegan hygiene upkeep. He just knew how to fuck them, and that wasn’t a skill he had any interest in exploring with the stray.
Once they made it back to the apartment, Suguru sat in the living room and excitedly looked at all the new stuff Toji bought him. While he did that, Toji got to work in his bedroom. He had made Suguru either sleep on the couch or on a pallet on the floor in the living room but after his most recent hit, he got his hands on a twin bed. He wouldn’t disclose how he got his hands on that twin bed.
His bedroom was big enough for the twin bed so he put it in there. He put up a curtain to give Suguru some privacy while he slept. There was even enough room for the boy to put some pictures on the wall or something. When Toji was putting the clean sheets on the twin bed, he asked himself what in the hell was he doing.
Was he settling into this foster parent thing because he wished he could be involved in Megumi’s upbringing or did he really care about this kid?
“My own bed?” Suguru asked when Toji showed him the finishing touches. “I’ve never had a bed…” He looked up at Toji and smiled before he ran over to the bed and hopped on it.
Toji watched as Suguru crawled around the bed, scent marking it. He looked so damn happy to have a used bed. He was just grateful to have something of his own. Toji could understand that.
“Glad you like it,” Toji said. “My rules are still the same. Don’t touch any of my things. The stuff on your side of the curtain is fair game.”
“Thank you, Toji!”
Not too long after the shopping trip, Toji began to regret ever taking Suguru shopping.
Something changed in the boy when he started wearing clothes that fit him and had the right tools to upkeep his hygiene.
Suguru spent one day detangling his hair and shampooing it. From then on, he no longer wore it in a tangled mess. It was always shiny and clean and styled in either a high ponytail with a colorful scrunchie or in two braids. He wore skirts, shorts, and dresses around the apartment. All of his shirts were either thin-strapped or cropped.
Toji would come home after work to a hot meal and Suguru’s happy scent was heavy in the air. The boy had long since made the place his home, and now their scents were mingling together. It didn’t help that Suguru always greeted Toji with a smile when he made it home.
“The food is still warm,” Suguru would say while wearing a worn apron that was long and made it look like he wasn’t wearing bottoms underneath. His long, smooth legs were always on display.
He looked like a little housewife. The first time Toji thought that he dismissed the thought, and it was the last time he thought that.
Suguru also spent a lot of time grooming himself.
If Suguru wasn’t brushing his hair until it was shiny, he was painting his toenails or his fingernails. Several times, Toji had to pound on the bathroom door to get Suguru to hurry up in there.
“Sorry, Toji,” Suguru said as he stepped out of the bathroom smelling like strawberries. He was wearing a short dress that had these thin straps and it was tight-fitting. He walked past Toji, his long ponytail swaying left and right.
Annoyed, Toji went into the bathroom to take a leak. He had a date tonight, and he was still debating on bringing her back to his place or not. He would get back late and Suguru would be asleep. He could handle his business on the couch, no problem.
When Toji left the bathroom and went to the living room, Suguru was lying on his stomach on the rug while he picked out new nail polish. He was swinging his legs in the air and Toji could see a good bit of the boy’s upper thighs. They were so damn smooth.
Omegas didn’t grow any hair so that was to be expected but Suguru’s skin was like porcelain. He expected a street rat to have all kinds of scars but Suguru didn’t appear to have any.
Toji could feel a vein throbbing near his temple. “Suguru, why don’t you go outside or something?”
Suguru looked up. “Go outside? And do what?”
“Go make friends or something. There are plenty of other kids running around out there.”
“I’m not a kid.” Suguru was never irritated. He never mouthed off or showed any sign of frustration. But when he said that, he was definitely ticked off.
Since when did he get upset when Toji called him a kid?
“You’re still jailbait,” Toji said. “So that makes you a kid to me. Now scram. Don’t stray too far though.”
Suguru left the apartment with the closest thing to an attitude that Toji had ever seen him display. When Suguru was gone, Toji grabbed him a beer and sat down on the couch.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered to himself. “Omegas are too damn much.”
With Suguru out of the house, Toji felt more at ease.
He didn’t know why he was unsettled to begin with. Suguru wasn’t even doing anything deserving of Toji’s irritation. But then again he had never been a people’s person. Maybe he had finally reached his limit. He needed to have his own space every now and then, and Suguru couldn’t be too dependent on him forever.
The sooner the boy went out and found his own path, the better.
Toji caught the middle of an old film that was playing. He watched it for a while and enjoyed his free time until he began to wonder what Suguru was up to. On second thought, this area was dangerous for anyone who didn’t know the ends and outs. Suguru was a young and objectively attractive omega.
“Shit,” Toji cursed. He got off the couch. “That was stupid, Toji.” He scolded himself.
He knew that if something happened to Suguru he was going to beat himself up about it. No matter how much he pretended not to care he felt responsible for the boy.
Toji grabbed a gun just in case and tucked it in the back of his pants and concealed it under his shirt before going downstairs. Outside, the area was active as usual and people were going in and out of the karaoke bar. When he didn’t see Suguru around, he panicked. He went into the karaoke bar first to ask anyone if they saw Suguru.
But all it took was one look around the place to see Suguru seated in one of the booths across from-
“Motherfucker,” Toji said to himself. He walked over to where Suguru was.
“...seriously, I would’ve noticed a pretty little thing like you around here. Where are you from?”
“None of your damn business,” Toji cut in. He glared at the alpha.
Gojo Satoru, the heir to the gang that owned the karaoke bar and other drug dens throughout Japan looked up at Toji and grinned. Bright, blue eyes peered at Toji over the brim of dark shades.
“So, he’s yours then?” Gojo asked. He looked over at Suguru. “I didn’t smell your scent on him…”
“Get up, Suguru,” Toji said.
Suguru gave Gojo another look before sliding out of the booth. As he got up and brushed his dress down, Gojo’s eyes followed the boy’s movements. Gojo grinned, and Toji wanted to punch him in the face.
Gojo was younger than Toji but older than Suguru by a few years. He wasn’t a good person but then again neither was Toji. Gojo was a drug dealer, a murderer, and he had several women and men who were in love with him.
Gojo fucked all of them too but he never took any of them seriously. He treated people like objects. Considering Toji was a hitman he also had no value for human life outside of those he cared about so he really had no place to judge Gojo.
But damn he felt the need to differentiate himself from Gojo for some reason.
“You’re just the person I wanted to see anyway,” Gojo said to Toji. He took out a cigarette from a glass case and lit it. “I got a job for you.”
“Tell me later.” Toji took Suguru by the hand rougher than intended. “You know my number.” He tugged Suguru away.
Laughing, Gojo looked at Suguru and waved. “See you later, Sugu-chan!”
Back upstairs, Toji was furious. “Don’t you know not to talk to strangers?” he asked. “I thought you had some kind of sense!”
Suguru’s lip trembled. “You...you told me to make friends…”
“Not with men like that!”
“I...what’s so bad about him?”
Everything, Toji wanted to say.
But then he would have to admit that he was just as bad. Suguru was drugged up the night Toji saved him. He doubted the boy remembered Toji blowing a guy’s brains out in front of him. So, Suguru had no idea that Toji was a hitman. But the boy wasn’t stupid, right?
He saw Toji's guns and knives. He had to know that Toji wasn’t a good guy.
Still, Toji didn’t want Suguru around Gojo. He didn’t want him around any of the thugs who roamed this area. Himself included, honestly. Suguru was too...good. After everything he had been through he was still nice, and innocent about a lot of things. There was a chance Suguru could leave this place altogether and have an actual future.
“Go to your room,” Toji said.
Suguru folded his arms and scrunched his face. “You mean my corner?”
“I don’t give a fuck what it’s called. Go to it now!”
“You’re so mean sometimes!” Suguru fired back before he stomped off to their shared room, to his corner. He slammed the bedroom door.
Toji had a mind to burst through the door and yell some more but he had already overreacted enough for one day. He plopped down on the couch and angrily flipped through the channels.
When it was nearing time for his date, he grabbed clothes from his bedroom. Suguru was still in his area, probably reading a book or listening to music on the iPod Toji took from a guy he killed last week. He had no use for it so he gave it to Suguru.
After grabbing some clothes, Toji went to the bathroom and showered and then he got dressed.
“Going out,” Toji shouted loud enough for Suguru to hear. “Don’t wait up.” He left the apartment.
It came as no surprise to Toji when his date agreed to come back to his place. The woman had been sending him signals the whole night, and he took pride in knowing that he still had it.
He hadn’t fucked anyone in a while because work had been busy and so was raising an omega who was going through the omega version of puberty or whatever the hell Suguru’s problem was. So, Toji was going to make the most of tonight.
While the woman made herself cozy on the couch, Toji peeked behind Suguru’s curtain to make sure he was asleep. He was.
Toji went back to the living room and wasted no time peeling his date out of her mini dress and getting right to it. He never kissed the women he hooked up with. Kissing was too intimate, too personal. He made them suck his dick if they were that eager to kiss something and then he usually took them from behind or made them ride him backward.
He didn’t do face to face and he didn’t put his mouth on their pussies. He preferred to make the sex as detached as possible. Without the various acts of intimacy, it was still great sex. Toji knew how to fuck. He knew how to play with a woman’s clit and make her cum multiple times.
This woman he had tonight was a lot of fun. She didn’t mind him taking her from behind or slapping her ass and talking to her like she was trash.
“You like having your slutty pussy fucked like this?” Toji whispered hotly as he gripped the woman’s ass and pounded into her. His chest was covered in sweat and his hair was sticking to his face.
“Yes! Fuck my pussy!” the woman screamed.
“Not too loud,” Toji said. He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moans. “You’re going to wake the whole damn neighborhood.” He chuckled.
What he really didn’t want her to do was wake Suguru.
Toji was holding the woman’s arms behind her back and fucking her into the couch when he happened to look up. For a minute there he thought he saw someone peeking around the corner. The woman orgasmed and her body shuddered so he was momentarily distracted.
When he looked back up, no one was there.
He fucked her until he came inside of the condom. He gave her enough time to get her bearings and wash up before kicking her out. But he fucked her so good that she still asked if they could do it again.
Toji made no promises.
He was still sweaty and shirtless when he went into his bedroom and peeked behind Suguru’s curtain to see if the boy was up. He could’ve sworn he saw Suguru peeking. But Suguru was still asleep.
Maybe he was just being paranoid.
“What’s the scoop?” Gojo asked a week later. He was wearing all black; silk dress shirt, slacks, and shiny loafers. He wore gold necklaces, a Rolex, and a gold ring on his middle finger. Typical drug dealer attire. “Who’s the omega?”
“I came here because you had a job for me,” Toji said.
Gojo continued on as if Toji wasn’t glaring daggers at him. “Are you keeping him all to yourself? Is that why you got so pissed the other day?”
“It’s not like that.” Toji knew Gojo would keep on pushing for answers. He couldn’t punch Gojo like he wanted because technically he worked for Gojo’s family but goddamn it, he often wanted to knock his teeth out. “He’s a stray.”
“You took in a stray?” Gojo asked in surprise. “You’re getting soft, Toji.”
“Comes with age. Now, what’s the job.”
“One last question.” Gojo peered over his shades and grinned. “Have you fucked him yet?”
Toji gritted his teeth. “I told you it wasn’t like that. He’s a damn kid.”
“Come on, he’s not a kid. You just keep telling yourself that so you keep your hands off of him, right?” Gojo laughed. He was such a piece of shit. “You’ve never had underaged pussy before? That’s surprising.”
“What are you implying?”
Gojo shrugged. “Nothing really. Just didn’t think you were Mr. Morals and shit.” He snorted and rubbed his nose. It was a sign that he had snorted a line or two. He probably did it to test the product. He wasn’t a druggie. He was surprisingly responsible when it came to his family’s business. “I’ll buy him from you.”
Toji was caught off guard. “Buy him? He’s not some object-”
“Oh, I know. He’s fucking gorgeous and I bet he’s going to only get better with age. I need a wife. My parents are trying to set me up with some ugly bitch from the Kamo family. Suguru would make a prettier wife.”
Toji just thought Gojo was flirting with Suguru because he was simply a flirt. That was typical behavior from him.
But Gojo wanted Suguru as a wife, not just a piece of ass. That wasn’t minor. That was fucking major.
He might’ve downplayed Gojo’s importance in his mind often but everyone in the city knew Gojo and his family were old money. They had honor and prestige in the criminal underworld. Suguru would be squared for life if he married Gojo.
And Toji hated to admit it but Gojo wasn’t the worst person that Suguru could end up with. There were other heirs who were fucking monsters. Even one from Toji’s own family was a fucking nightmare.
Still, Toji felt like refusing. He didn’t want to sell Suguru. He didn’t want to give Suguru up.
“He used to be one of Shinoda-sama’s omegas,” Toji said. “He was one of his favorites. I found him chained to the bed during that hit.”
Toji didn’t have to go into details for Gojo to know what he was saying. Everyone knew what Shinoda used to do to young omegas. The way Toji saw it, Gojo only wanted Suguru because he was a virgin. But if he bent the truth a little and made Gojo think Suguru had been used up by Shinoda, Gojo would go find some other potential wife.
Gojo took out a cigarette and put it between his full lips. “Damn,” he said as he lit the cigarette. “I bet that pig messed Suguru up good.” He blew out smoke. “I’ll be sure to treat him like a queen. He’ll forget all about that dark period in his life.”
This motherfucker…
There was no way in hell Gojo still wanted Suguru after hearing that.
“Thought you didn’t like spoiled goods,” Toji said.
Gojo shrugged. “Something tells me that pussy is still sweet,” he said with a smirk. “So, what do you say?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.” Gojo stared at Toji over the brim of his shades. “Anyway, I need you to kill that Tanaka cunt in Roppongi. I want it quick and clean…”
After sitting down with Gojo, Toji went to see Megumi. He always kept his distance and he never allowed the boy to notice that he was watching him from afar. It had been this way for years.
His son was an omega, like Suguru, and they were a few years apart. Megumi was younger. Both of them had porcelain skin, dark hair, and unique eyes. Megumi’s eyes were a bright green and Suguru’s eyes were sometimes purple depending on the lighting.
Sometimes when Toji looked at Suguru he tried to picture Megumi in his place but it never felt right. He wanted to know what it would be like to raise Megumi on his own but using Suguru as a proxy for his son...it just wasn’t the same.
The boys had similarities but they were different. Even the way Toji looked at them was different, and all it took was Gojo Satoru entering the picture for Toji to realize that.
He followed Megumi home and made sure he made it there safely before he returned to his side of town where the lowlives lived.
Amidst all the scum was a jewel, however.
“Welcome home!” Suguru greeted Toji when he walked through the door. “Dinner is almost ready!” He ran back into the kitchen.
Toji followed Suguru into the kitchen. He leaned on the door’s frame and watched Suguru bend over to pull a pan out of the oven. Today he was wearing another short dress. This one had frilly sleeves and clung to his body tightly. His hair was styled differently, too. Some of it was pulled up into a top knot while the rest hung down his back. Strands of hair were framing his face.
Suguru was beautiful.
He finally allowed himself to admit that. Suguru was beautiful, and he had grown out of his shell so much. He held his head up when he walked and he spoke louder, clearer. He wasn’t afraid to stand up for himself either.
“Need help with anything?” Toji asked as he entered the kitchen.
“No, I’ve got it.” Suguru turned the stove off. “I just need to add the finishing touches...”
Toji smiled as he watched Suguru move around the kitchen. He really cared about this damn stray. He didn’t know when or how it happened but he did.
During dinner, Suguru talked about something he read in one of his magazines while Toji stared at him and thought about what Gojo said. He knew that Gojo could joke around a lot but that look in his eyes when he talked about Suguru...
He really wanted Suguru as a wife.
All it took was one look for Satoru to see Suguru’s worth. It was the kind of worth that wasn’t diminished by who had him first or how many times he was had.
Suguru would always be worthy. He would always be too damn good for a guy like Toji. Or even Gojo. He was too damn good for any of the scum who hung around here but life had decided otherwise.
What would happen to Suguru if Toji didn’t return from a hit? The boy had no family, no money to his name. He had nothing. With Gojo, he would have protection. He would be taken care of financially. And if he gave Gojo a healthy heir, he would be worshipped by that family.
Toji didn’t want to give Suguru away but he knew that was the best thing to do.
“Toji, can we watch a movie together after dinner?” Suguru asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
After dinner, Toji washed the dishes. He told Suguru to go find a movie on cable for them to watch. When he was done with the dishes, he texted Gojo and told him that he wanted more than just money for Suguru. He wanted some of Gojo’s fancy lawyers to help him get visitation rights with Megumi as well.
If Toji was going to give up this small piece of happiness, he wasn’t going to do it just for money. He was tired of not being in his son’s life and figured he could make Gojo work extra hard for Suguru rather than just handing him off easily.
His wife didn’t want him anywhere near Megumi but she would have to deal. Toji was tired of denying himself the things he wanted in his life. He drank, smoked, and fucked when he wanted but all of that was just petty in comparison to all that he really wanted.
Toji just wanted to be in his son’s life.
Toji just wanted to see Suguru live a life of comfort and not have to share a room with him anymore. He deserved more than that, and if Gojo didn’t make him happy, Toji was going to make Gojo and his family bleed.
“Suguru, I need to talk to you about something,” Toji said.
Suguru looked away from the television screen and looked up at Toji. “Yeah?” he asked quietly.
“Do you remember the alpha from that one time? The one with the white hair and blue eyes?”
Even in the dim living room, Toji could see the faint blush on Suguru’s face. “Satoru?”
Of course Gojo made sure Suguru would address him by name. Toji suppressed an eye roll.
“Yeah, Satoru...he wants to marry you. Do you know what that means?”
Suguru nodded. “But why?” he asked.
“Well because you’re…” Without thinking, Toji reached over and touched a stray strand of hair in front of Suguru’s face. “Because you’re beautiful, Suguru. Gojo comes from a wealthy family. It’ll be a good match.”
“You think I'm beautiful, Toji?” Suguru turned to face Toji.
“I’m not blind,” Toji chuckled. “And neither is Gojo. He wants you, Suguru. He really thinks you’re special…”
“What about you?”
Toji stared at Suguru’s lips. He had never really looked at them. They’re so plump and pink. “I think you’re special, too…”
“But you don’t want to marry me?” Suguru asked. There was hurt in his eyes. “You would rather be with that woman instead!”
“What woman?” Toji frowned. Then he remembered. “You saw me that night, didn’t you?”
Suguru nodded.
“You weren’t supposed to see that, Suguru.”
“Why not? Who is she?”
“Nobody-”
“If you don’t want me then fine, I’ll marry Satoru. You can be with that woman if that’s what you want!” Suguru started crying angrily and he got off the couch. He got worked up so quickly but that showed how much he cared about certain things.
Toji grabbed Suguru from behind and pulled him into his lap. “Suguru, she’s not important to me,” he whispered as he hugged Suguru close. “In this whole, fucked up world, I only care about two people…”
Suguru relaxed in Toji’s arms. “Am I one of those people?”
Toji buried his nose in Suguru’s hair and breathed in his scent. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yes, you’re one of them.” He touched Suguru’s hips and started to rub down his thighs. “You mean so much to me, baby…” He felt like his world was falling apart because he knew that after this, he would have to let Suguru go.
“Toji,” Suguru said. “I...I want you to touch me like you touched that woman…”
“No, I’m going to touch you in a different way, baby.” He didn’t care about that woman a fraction of the way he cared about Suguru. “But you have to understand that it will only be for tonight. You’ll be better off with Satoru…”
Suguru was quiet for a long time. Toji stopped his hands from going any lower. He wanted Suguru to be certain first.
“Will I always be yours no matter what?” Suguru asked.
Toji didn’t hesitate. “Always, Suguru.” He turned Suguru’s head to the side so that he could reach his lips. “It’s always going to be you…”
He softly kissed Suguru and took his time just simply enjoying the feel of the boy's lips against his. It had been so long since he kissed anyone. He never even felt the desire to but kissing Suguru was the first thing that came to mind. He had this beautiful boy all to himself for tonight and instead of rushing into it, he spent so much time just kissing Suguru.
Toji turned Sugru over and had him straddle his lap. He cupped Suguru’s plump little ass as he shoved his tongue into his mouth, licking his teeth and gums, and overpowering his much smaller tongue.
Suguru was moaning and gasping into Toji’s mouth. He was fisting Toji’s shirt and his hair as if he didn’t know where to put his hands. He was trying desperately to keep up with Toji but he was incapable. Toji wanted to ease up but he also wanted to make sure Suguru remembered this night with him forever so he continued to devour Suguru.
Toji’s large hands caressed Suguru’s back, shoulders, and his ass in a frenzy. He made every inch of the boy’s skin hot and clammy. He could smell Suguru’s wetness, his arousal. Toji put a hand between their bodies and touched Suguru to see how wet he was. His panties were soaked.
Toji cursed.
He pulled away from Suguru’s lips, reluctantly. Suguru’s lips were so soft and perfect but Toji wanted a good look at Suguru's face. His lips were red and swollen and his eyes were glazed over. Toji stared at Suguru as he slipped a finger inside his panties and touched his pussy.
Suguru’s face broke into a mask of pleasure the moment his clit was touched. He fisted his hands in Toji’s shirt and started rolling his hips when Toji added pressure and started to thumb his clit. Toji’s eyes never left Suguru’s beautiful face while he touched him like that. Suguru’s mouth was hanging open, and Toji was close enough to feel every gasp, every moan on his skin.
When Suguru came, his eyes grew wide and his mouth made a tiny ‘o’ that was so damn cute. Toji kissed Suguru’s sweaty forehead and got off the couch. He carried Suguru to the bedroom and laid him on the side of the bed with his legs dangling over the edge.
Kneeling on the side of the bed, Toji started with a gentle kiss to both of Suguru’s ankles before trailing kisses up his right leg while he held the other leg delicately in his hands. His hands were calloused and bloody from all the lives he’d ended. But they were gentle with Suguru. Toji kissed all the way up to Suguru’s inner thigh and then reached up and pulled his panties off.
Suguru cried out and tried to push Toji away when he licked his pussy. He was too sensitive. Toji took hold of Suguru’s hand and sucked on his fingers while he stroked his clit with his thumb. Suguru’s other hand disappeared. It was probably clutching the sheets now.
Satisfied, Toji removed the boy’s fingers from his mouth and returned to his pussy. He pressed Suguru’s thighs back and lapped at his juices.
Suguru was squirming on the bed and trying to squeeze his thighs around Toji’s head as he moaned loudly. Toji didn’t hold back. He didn’t take it slow. That could wait for later.
He ate Suguru’s pussy the same way he kissed Suguru. It was overwhelming and even a little forceful. No matter how much Suguru whined and begged Toji to not “do it there!” he kept sucking his clit, he kept plunging his tongue through that tight hole, and he kept licking Suguru even as he squirted.
“Toji!” Suguru moaned. “Toji…”
“This pussy is so good, baby,” Toji groaned as he curled his thick middle finger inside of Suguru. He watched those pink guts suck around his finger. “It’s so wet for me…” He leaned forward and kissed Suguru’s pussy. “It’s perfect…”
Toji alternated between praising Suguru and tasting him while he fingered him. He wanted to make sure he was opened up a bit because Toji’s dick was big, and Suguru was not only small but his walls were incredibly tight. Even his fingers felt too big. He spent a great deal of time stretching Suguru. He made the boy come again and he worried Suguru would pass out from exhaustion.
“Baby,” Toji said as he kissed Suguru’s face, “don’t tell me you want to stop already…” He was fully undressed now and stroking his heavy cock in one hand while he caressed Suguru’s face with the other.
Suguru put his arms around Toji’s neck. “I don’t want to stop. I want…Toji, please…”
Toji kissed Suguru’s lips. “It’ll hurt at first,” he whispered as he sat up and took hold of Suguru’s thighs. “If it’s too much just tell me. Okay?”
Suguru nodded.
He pressed Suguru’s thighs back and the boy’s knees were bent. He told Suguru to keep his legs bent like that. With one hand, Toji rubbed the thick head of his cock between Suguru’s wet folds to get it nice and wet. There was so much slick.
It kept spilling out of Suguru’s pussy and wetting the sheets. Still, Suguru was tight when Toji breached him.
“Ah! Toji!” Suguru touched Toji’s solid abdomen and tried to push him away. “It hurts!”
Toji wasn’t even halfway in. He gritted his teeth and stared as his cock was slowly sucked into those pink walls. It felt too good having the boy’s guts tightly gripping his cock.
“It’ll get better, baby,” Toji quietly groaned as he concentrated. He started to thrust shallowly. “Your little pussy is so tight…so greedy…it keeps pulling me in…”
He gripped Suguru’s thighs tightly and thrusted in deeper and deeper at a slow pace. He wasn’t going to pull out this pussy until he filled Suguru’s pretty guts with cum. He wanted Suguru to think about him long after he became a yakuza bride and even after he had someone else's pups. He wanted this pussy to always yearn for him.
“This is always gonna be my pussy baby,” Toji groaned as he fucked into Suguru.
Suguru was no longer in pain. He was crying out for Toji and bucking his little hips. His sensitive pussy kept squirting on Toji’s dick, and now their skin was slapping.
He was so beautiful with his hair spread out on the pillow and his skin sweaty and flushed. He was staring up at Toji with hooded eyes full of love.
No one was going to look at Toji that way ever again, and he knew it.
So he savored it. He would’ve loved to bend Suguru over and see his plump little ass wiggle as he fucked him. He would’ve loved to lay Suguru on his side and take him like that while he held his legs up. But being able to see that look in Suguru’s eyes was part of the pleasure.
“Can I cum in this little pussy, baby?” Toji asked when he already knew the answer.
Suguru nodded. “Y…Yes…”
“Tell me…” Toji smirked. He rolled his hips and hit Suguru’s sweet spot.
“Cum in my little pussy!” Suguru closed his eyes and sobbed from how good Toji felt inside of him. “Please, Toji!”
Toji picked up his pace. He angled his body forward and fucked into Suguru’s pussy with fervency. He kissed Suguru, his tongue thrusting into the sweet, little mouth with the same intensity as his cock. He came with a loud groan and jerky thrusts.
Suguru kissed his face and hugged him close to his body. “I love you, Toji…I love you…” he cried.
“I know, baby.” He was too damn scared to say it back. Because that would make this all too real for him.
And he would always regret not saying it.
Many Years Later
“Thanks for helping me move in, Toji.”
It had been years since Toji entered Megumi’s life actively and his son still stuck to referring to him by name. But Toji wasn’t upset at all. He was just happy to be the one to help Megumi move into his dorm. Most of all he was happy that Megumi asked him for help rather than him having to awkwardly offer his help.
“No problem. If you ever need me—“
Megumi smiled. “I know.” He looked around to see if his roommate was still in the dorm. When he saw that they were alone he gave Toji a hug. “I’ll let you know how my classes are going.”
Toji hugged Megumi back with one arm. His eyes stung but he was too tough to start crying over a hug. “Okay. Talk to you later then.”
After leaving Megumi’s campus, Toji made his way to the train station. He needed to stop by his place before he headed off to his new job. He had to kill some smuggler two cities over. He hated traveling jobs but the payout would be worth it.
Toji now lived in Roppongi in a loft. It wasn’t as fancy as it sounded. The loft was connected to a bar that was another front for drug peddling. He was still living amongst the lowlives but in a place nice enough to brag about.
Patting his pockets, Toji took out a pack of cigarettes. He decided to have a smoke before he got on the train. He stood outside of the station watching people pass him by on the sidewalk.
Toji was patting his pockets again looking for a lighter when he heard heels clicking on the pavement.
“Need a light?”
Looking up, Toji smiled warmly. He leaned over and allowed the person to light his cigarette. “How’s life been treating you, kid?”
Suguru rolled his eyes. “I’m not a kid.”
He definitely wasn’t a kid anymore. He stopped at Toji’s shoulder now but only because his boots had a heel, and his curves were prominent even under the tan trench coat he was wearing. His hair was still long and shiny, and his face was still beautiful even though it was sharper now.
It had been years since Toji last saw Suguru. So many years since their last night together. He made efforts to stay away from Suguru and to not bump into him yet in one of the most random places they met again.
“Heard you gave that asshole a healthy pup,” Toji said, keeping the bitterness out of his voice.
At the mention of the “asshole” and their son, Suguru smiled. “You've been keeping tabs on me?”
“The Kingpin’s wife birthing a worthy heir is the kind of talk that spreads.”
Suguru nodded. “Satoru already wants another baby. He wants a whole litter.”
Toji nodded, feeling awkward. “It’s expected of an alpha who has such a pretty wife.” He smiled at Suguru, getting one last look at his face. “I got a job to get to. I’ll be seeing you, kid.”
“Am I still yours?” Suguru asked before Toji could leave.
The question meant nothing. Not anymore.
Toji and the whole city knew that Satoru and Suguru were crazy about each other. They were a damn power couple.
The meek little street rat entered an empire and made that nutjob Satoru fall in love with him. As proud of Suguru that Toji was, he was still…he was still…
It didn’t matter.
“Always,” Toji said. “But you already knew that.”
Suguru laughed. “It was good seeing you, Toji.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Toji threw a hand up. But he was smiling when he entered the train station.