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Traces of morning light flickered above the tree canopies, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The air within the forest was warm despite the cool breeze whistling through the colorful greenery; carried with it were the shrill sounds of birdsong and insects. The last touches of summer were fading.
Autumn nipped at their heels. Satoru mourned the changing seasons. Soon, Megumi would be wearing thick wool cloaks rather than the thin, black robes billowing around his body like wisps of smoke. Satoru's wandering eyes would miss the robe slipping down Megumi's shoulder. It was tantalizing and shameless, a bewitching sight powerful enough to bring the gods to their knees.
Satoru was no exception. Sure, he was the strongest witch in the Jujutsu coven, without rivals and coveted for his power, but even he was held prisoner to his desire.
A desire he could neither touch nor feel, a consequence of his magic forbidding him from closing the infinite gap between him and the one he loved most—Megumi. Satoru was cursed to pass his days with his mate just out of reach.
In the dark of night, Satoru found comfort in wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking himself to the beat of Megumi's breath hot and heavy in his ear. Satoru would listen to Megumi's whispered words: the things he would do to Satoru, how he would fuck him until he was limp and useless, his hole dripping with Megumi's cum.
Their night would end with Satoru crying out at Megumi telling him: "You did so well, sensei."
Though satisfying, their moments in bed were never enough. Satoru needed more than filthy words and a vivid imagination. He needed Megumi to pin him against a tree and fuck him against the rough bark until his robes were shredded and skin red from the peeling bark.
"Gojo-sensei," Megumi called.
Satoru snapped out of his reverie. His cock protested beneath his robes, eager to continue daydreaming about his student fucking him raw, surrounded by trees and any passersby who dare tread through their woods. He decided to keep the idea in mind. Megumi might be open to an audience, seeing as they have already taken each other amongst the trees.
Satoru soothed the heat in his groin with promising words before looking at Megumi, who had stopped walking. He met his student's cloudy, green eyes and smiled, sweet and innocent.
"Megumi-chan?"
"You're slowing us down," Megumi said, a hint of annoyance in his gaze. A large owl, darker than shadows and lined with smokey tendrils, landed on Megumi's shoulder with a hoot. He caressed the familiar's feathers before it dropped to the ground; it transformed and began hopping around Megumi's feet in a parade of rabbits.
While Satoru watched the familiar, now a snake, Megumi continued, "Stop thinking with your dick so we can make it home before sunset."
Satoru didn't deny it. "We're making excellent time! Even if the sun sets your sensei will protect you from the spooky forest thingies."
"That sounds reassuring," Megumi muttered.
Satoru strolled up to Megumi and slung his arm around his shoulder. He felt the minute space between them. A swell of frustration rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down with a brighter smile.
"We both know what lies in the woods," Satoru said. "The night poses no true threat to us!"
"That's not what I meant. I want to feel—"
His teeth clicked shut. A blush burst on Megumi's cheeks, the violent red flooding down his neck to his chest. He glimpsed at Satoru before ducking his head.
Satoru's grin widened, dangerous and mischievous like a cat hunting its prey. Luckily for him, his catch was already in his embrace. It wouldn't hurt to pounce again. Satoru dove in with glee.
"Why so quiet, Megumi?" Satoru cooed, leaning down in search of Megumi's gaze. "Tell sensei what's on your mind."
Megumi silenced Satoru with a sharp stare. Though he was blind, cursed to feel but never see, Satoru felt the heat behind Megumi's eyes pierce his stomach like a shard of glass. Satoru knew what Megumi wanted. He needed to hear him say it.
There was a sigh followed by: "I want to feel what your perverted mind was seeing, so I need—"
Ah.
"You need light," Satoru finished for him.
Megumi nodded with a coy smile, his long lashes fanning across his cheeks. Satoru had already figured out his plans, but he would continue to feign ignorance for a few more moments of Megumi's shy seduction.
If he ruined the illusion now, Megumi would bristle and insist that Satoru was an old, perverted peeping tom in his window. Sure, Satoru was as Megumi claimed, but it was his magic that opened the curtain to Megumi's thoughts. Six Eyes granted him the ability to see the times long past, how the present came to be, and the many paths ahead.
Six Eyes was indeed useful. But being a dirty old man with his face pressed against the window certainly had its perks. Satoru wouldn't have discovered Megumi testing the connection and control of his shadows if he hadn't been lurking.
That night, Satoru had fallen into bed with a raw and sticky hand.
The fantasies that warmed his sheets were broken by the sound of his back hitting a tree with a crack. Satoru gasped as the pain shot through his body. A bout of dizziness descended upon him; it was swept away with a shake of his head, and the world came into focus with a blink.
The first thing Satoru saw when the bright stars fell away was Megumi standing before him, shrouded in shadows. Lips parted, Satoru watched as the tendrils wove around Megumi's arms, tightening the closer they were to Megumi's wrists until they curled around his fingers. Satoru felt the magic within them pulsate and grow, powered by the sun and shadows cast by the trees and falling autumn leaves. Beneath it all, Satoru sensed Megumi's desire: a curious determination to loosen their bonds.
"Gojo-sensei," Megumi murmured, his voice carrying like the wind's melody. He took a step forward. "I know you've been watching me."
"Why, of course!" Satoru replied. "It's my job as your sensei to make sure you're progressing in your studies."
"At night?" Megumi tilted his head to the side. The shadows licking along his neck made him appear otherworldly, a powerful creature dominating its prey. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. Satoru shivered.
Before Satoru could reply, Megumi continued with: "And instead of slipping into mine, you lay in your bed with your pathetic hand for company. Why?"
"A good sensei would never interfere while his favorite student practices."
"It's never stopped you before," Megumi replied, closing the distance between them. He came to a stop, a hair's breadth away. "Even as a boy, I'd find you next to me, teaching me what to say and how to say it so a gross, old fuck such as yourself could cry out like a whore."
Satoru's dick hardened beneath his robes. "My, My! Where did my Megumi learn such nasty words?"
"You," Megumi said, his voice a whisper over the sound of Satoru's robes being torn open.
A sharp gust of wind whipped through the forest. Satoru's robes snapped against his bare skin. He hissed not at the chill or pain but the shadow coiling around his dripping cock. A moan crawled up Satoru's throat as it flicked over the head.
Through lidded eyes, he glanced down at Megumi: his student's cheeks were flushed a sweet pink, and darkness swifter than the tide of the night flooded his gaze.
"Megumi," Satoru rasped, "how did you—"
"I don't know why my past lives would bind me to such an awful, self-centered, cocky bast—"
"Hey now—!"
"But you're my mate," Megumi muttered. "And fate cursed us to never truly be together."
Shadows scaled the length of Satoru's legs and then gripped his thighs. A peculiar pressure, there but barely so, wrenched them apart. The simmering heat in Satoru's stomach burned brighter, his dick twitching and dripping pre-cum to the forest floor.
Another shadow grazed along Satoru's jaw as if it were Megumi's hand caressing the sharp contours of his face. Megumi's warm breath fanned against his parted lips.
"You taught me that even fate should be tried and tested." The tendril around Satoru's cock tightened and began stroking him long and fast, its touch bursting with magic.
"So you do listen to me," Satoru quipped, his breath hitching and nails digging into the tree.
"Let me take care of you, sensei." Megumi pressed against Satoru. Standing on his tiptoes, he whispered into his ear: "Let me show you what I've learned."
The power thrumming inside of Satoru crumbled to its knees. It worshiped at Megumi's feet, and Satoru, the strongest witch in the land, succumbed to his weakness.
A wicked, vicious smile was the last thing Satoru saw before a veil of shadows fell over his eyes.
"So you do know how to listen," Satoru heard, followed by a click of Megumi's tongue.
Satoru sniffed. "I'm a great listener."
A hum accompanied the firm press of shadows sliding between Satoru's thighs. Trails of sticky pre-cum were left behind as they traveled deeper until Satoru felt their energy circling his hole.
"Don't tease," Satoru whined. He bucked his hips, chasing the shadows around his cock and the ones easing into his body.
"I'm not teasing," Megumi huffed. "I'm being gentle."
Satoru groaned, more petulant than frustrated. Megumi had found a way to bypass the laws of fate using his technique—an extension of himself. Satoru could feel the core of Megumi's essence living in his shadows. The last thing he wanted was for his mate to be kind and gentle.
"Fuck me," Satoru demanded through numb lips. "Please, Megumi. Fuck me hard—"
Megumi flipped Satoru around and pushed him against the tree. The bark scraped the smooth skin of his cheek. Pain nicked at the spots pooling with traces of blood, a smattering of superficial wounds. Satoru would heal them when Megumi covered him with future evidence of his claim.
His lips were shaping out demands for Megumi to hurry, but the sounds pouring from his mouth dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan.
"Megumi," Satoru gasped, clenching around the shadow sliding into his hole. He squirmed against the tree until Megumi found his prostate. His mate stopped there, letting the thick, heavy pressure of his magic and energy lay in waiting.
Satoru's chest rose and fell with hurried breaths. Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, flooding his tongue with the taste of salt. The idle thought of taking Megumi into his mouth passed through his mind as he licked stray tears from his lips. Would Megumi taste like Satoru's tears, brimming with the need to take and please? Or would he simply use Satoru, then throw him away after fucking his throat raw? He knew Megumi would never be so cruel to him, but the idea made Satoru's cock throb regardless.
The crisp autumn air shimmered with Megumi's magic; its energy was warped into more shadows. They slid along Satoru's exposed flesh, caressing his stomach and flicking his nipples. Satoru shivered beneath Megumi's touch, a moan sweeter than honey falling from his lips when the tendril around his cock teased the tip.
The shadow inside of Satoru began moving in shallow thrusts. Megumi, unsure yet dominating, asked, "Is this what you wanted, sensei?"
Satoru shook his head; the scratches on his cheek deepened, and flecks of bark fell to the leaves around Satoru's feet.
"I think my precious student may need his sensei to refresh him on a few things," he answered, his voice breathless behind his smirk.
Satoru heard Megumi's, "Tch" before the shadow picked up its pace, working through Megumi's irritation with hard, piercing thrusts. He let out a whine high and needy when the shadow hit his prostate. Satoru arched his back, grinding his hips in a plea for more. Megumi chuckled; Satoru groaned at the dark, mischievous sound.
"What do you think the world would say," Megumi began, pulling the shadow out until only its tip remained, "if they found out that Gojo Satoru, the strongest witch of all, begged like a pathetic, needy whore to be fucked by his student?
"Do you think they'd lose respect for you after seeing how weak you truly are? We know I already have." Megumi thrust the shadow into Satoru's hole. Satoru cried out as it hit his prostate; luminous stars burst behind his eyes, setting the pleasure coiling in his stomach alight.
Humiliation fanned the flames brewing in Satoru's spine. Sweat pooled in the dip of his back, and he felt the droplets drip from his sides in winding rivulets. Despite the flush on his skin, he shuddered.
"More," Satoru whimpered.
Megumi continued his hushed, scathing words. He reminded Satoru that he was nothing more than a tight hole to be fucked, a mere bed warmer Megumi used to satisfy his desires. Satoru was as Megumi claimed, and he loved it.
The tendrils tightened their hold on Satoru, stroking his cock faster and fucking him harder. He slammed against the tree; the bark ripped at his robes and sore cheek. Megumi's magic ravaged his body, digging its sharp claws into his core.
Satoru felt the fire in his gut whip and crack. It began building with the desire to consume and destroy. Satoru held it at bay; only Megumi could release its rage.
"You're doing so well, sensei," Megumi praised him, and the fire spilled out.
Satoru screamed, throwing his head back as his orgasm tore through him. Heat raced through his veins, searing his nerves with a pleasure that bordered on pain. Dizzy with bliss, Satoru sagged into the tree. He gasped Megumi's name in a prayer.
Megumi's magic faded, leaving behind tingling limbs and fingers. The shadow over Satoru's eyes disappeared.
"Gojo-sensei," Megumi called, turning Satoru around. "Are you okay?"
Satoru blinked against the morning light, fluttering his white lashes until he was able to see Megumi standing before him. He smiled at the bright blush on Megumi's cheeks. His student dared to look shy. Satoru's cock joined Megumi's nerve with a twitch.
"Perfect," Satoru mumbled. "My Megumi treats his sensei well."
Megumi's nose twitched with annoyance, but Satoru knew he was pleased. After all, he had found a way to bridge the gap between them.
Though it wasn't quite enough to eliminate the infinite space, it opened up the paths to more. Hope blossomed for the future.
It was Satoru's duty to teach, and Megumi was eager to learn.
He wouldn't be a good sensei if he neglected his student, now would he?