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“Do you like scary movies?”
“Uh-huh”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Uh, I don’t know-“
“You gotta have a favorite, what comes to mind?”
“Uh, Halloween, you know the one with the guy in the white mask who stalks babysitters...”
Yuji watched the bright colors dance across the tv screen. He wrapped the blanket closer around himself, reveling in its comforting soft warmth. He offhandedly shoves popcorn into his mouth as the music swells. He tenses, watching the seemingly innocuous scene become more sinister.
Dread slowly sets in on the pretty girl’s face as an unknown voice reveals their knowledge of her name and what she’s doing in her house.
“What do you want?” she tearfully cries.
“I want to see what your insides look like!”
Tears stream down her face as the scene suddenly shifts to show her boyfriend tied up in a chair outside, bloodied-
“…Brat what are you doing?”
Yuji let out a quite undignified scream then, almost choking on his food. Startled, he looked around the room with wide eyes, his animal brain warring between a fight or flight response, before realizing the voice came from inside him- he was still blissfully alone in the common room.
Sukuna let out a spiteful cackle at the extreme reaction.
“So jumpy tonight…” he drawled.
Yuji, adrenaline fading, slowly coming down from his high simply rolled his eyes.
“Stop it, Sukuna, I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.”
The curse growled at those words.
“Impertinent little brat-”
He suddenly paused as Yuji’s pulse jumped, before sneering.
“Your fear is delicious,” the curse purred throughout the young sorcerer’s mind.
“I’m sure your insides would be just as tasty,” he chuckled darkly, the sound of lips smacking punctuating his words.
“I’m very curious about what can get under your skin so easily?”
Yuji felt the crescent-shaped marks under his eyes split open with a mouth appearing right below, an inhuman sensation he still hadn’t gotten used to.
“I’m not scared-!” he said, eyes returning to the screen.
The heroine ran out of the house in a desperate attempt to flee her assailant. Unfortunately for her, the masked man was quicker, crashing through the window behind and, after a brief chase, pinned her down on the grass. The young girl attempts to defend herself but receives a slash to the throat for her efforts. She croaks out a desperate plea, seeing her parents enter the empty home but several quick stabs to her chest quickly snuff out her life.
Her parents hear the struggle all over the phone, her mother choking out a sob at the pain in her dear daughter’s voice. They rush back outside and scream.
Her daughter is hanging limp, bloodied, from a tree.
Yuji hears Sukuna cackle with maniacal glee.
“How delightful!”
“A pity she’s not real though… I’d love to feel her blood oozing out as her heart slowly stops by my hands.”
Yuji almost gags at the idea.
“You absolute psycho.” He spits out.
“I know you find this film enjoyable as well. I can feel your heart racing, pleasure singing throughout your brain. You have a dark part you keep hidden. Why not let it out? Satisfy your cravings for violence.”
“Shut up!” he snapped. “That’s not why I’m watching these movies.”
“Then why, pray tell, are you subjecting yourself to such depravity?”
“Don’t you know? It’s Halloween in a few days. It’s tradition to watch scary movies.”
“Halloween…?” Sukuna asked, incredulously.
“You’ve never heard of it…?”
It was Sukuna’s turn to roll his eyes, clearly unimpressed. Before he could make a snide remark about Yuji’s (lack of) intelligence, the boy added:
“Oh right, I forgot you were trapped for a thousand years. Halloween wasn’t even invented yet last time for were free...”
Sukuna growled at that, none too pleased to be reminded of his former imprisonment.
“Well," the teen continued, oblivious to Sukuna's quickly souring mood. "Generally people dress up and go around scaring others and getting candy!”
Yuji could feel he had piqued the curse’s interest.
“Scaring others…? In exchange for sweets? What a strange modern ritual," he said with an air of bewilderment. "And you humans enjoy this?”
“Yeah, most do! One time of year we can pretend to be someone else. Just let loose and have fun.”
Sukuna seemed to mull these words over in his mind.
“Brat, what are you doing to celebrate this… Halloween?”
“Well, Gojo-sensei told us Halloween is peak time for cursed spirit formation due to all the negative emotions swirling around Japan. So, we are having a party two days before.”
“And you’re going to ‘dress up?”
“Yup.”
“-nothing scary,” Yuji quickly added, much to the curse’s disappointment.
“I’m sure others will though. Just had a perfect idea and Nobara was nice enough to help me with it!” He said grinning at no one in particular.
“Of course, you’d choose something boring. Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes in you up, brat.”
The teen let out an indignant huff but held his tongue, knowing it was no use to engage in a verbal battle with the single-minded curse who already held Yuji in the lowest esteem.
“Let’s just go back to watching the movie.”
The rest of the film, Scream, proves to be satisfying to both, with plenty of violent kills to satisfy Sukuna’s blood lust, and a happy ending, much to Yuji’s relief.
The curse ends up pestering the boy until he gives in and queues up several more classic horror flicks, making a late-night marathon of it.
Yuji feels his eyes grow heavy, the constant music and shrieking become mere white noise in his head, washed away by the faint glow of the screen. His head rolls back, breathing slowly leveling out.
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep!"
The teen is lulled to bed by the sounds of agonizing screams, desperate wails, and blood splatters painting a young man’s bedroom as he is sucked deep within the clutches of a nightmare.
Yuji woke up in a cold sweat. He struggled to catch his breath as his vision swam.
His sleep-addled mind vaguely registered the film currently playing- something about a demonically possessed teen girl who begins killing and eating her male classmates.
It did little to calm his racing heart.
He groped around the couch for his phone, bringing it up to his face.
Its bright OLED screen flashed, ‘5:30 am.’
I should go to my bedroom…
But his limbs wouldn’t cooperate, too leaden down by the remnants of sleep mixed with the terror currently coursing through his veins.
“I thought you weren’t scared?” Sukuna sardonically inquires, cutting through the teen’s thoughts.
The curse’s dry words served to remind the brat that he was not, in fact, being chased by a chainsaw-wielding maniac or a man with knives for fingers.
Yuji was slowly able to calm down, steadying his breathing. As he regained mental clarity, he noticed the curse was still at the forefront of his mind, intently watching.
“Have you been awake this whole time…?”
Sukuna’s hum reverberated throughout the teen’s mind, making him shiver.
“Your choice of movies has been most… enlightening.”
Yuji felt the skin on his cheek stretch, forming what he imagined to be an animalistic grin.
“Who knew modern humans could be this… creative… in their depictions of cruelty.
“You’re absurd.”
Yuji barked out a laugh, despite himself.
Right, this curse is way worse than any terror Hollywood could conjure up.
This sad realization served to actually comfort the young sorcerer, enabling him to drift back asleep once more, this time falling into a dreamless slumber.
Yuji awoke to the sound of silverware clattering, and cabinets slamming shut. He could hear his classmates amicably chatting in the hallway, the smell of bacon sizzling serving to further rouse him from the clutches of sleep. He yawned as he sat up, once more glancing at his discarded phone.
‘7:00’… shit. The teen groaned, lamenting his lack of sleep. He was sure to be a walking zombie the whole day, though with an appetite for eggs and rice instead of human flesh.
The teen groggily turned off the tv and walked back to his room, barely acknowledging the other students mulling about.
He walked directly into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, to help wake himself up to a functioning level. He then took a quick shower, changed into his jujutsu uniform, and rushed back out, his making a beeline for the kitchen.
“You look like death,” Nobara said, bluntly, looking Yuji up and down as he entered from her stool perch around the kitchen table
“Were you up all night?” Megumi asked, sitting down beside her.
The three of them were the only ones left in the kitchen, the rest having already cleared out, heading to their training or mission prep.
“Hmm hmm,” came a muffled reply. Yuji was currently busy tearing into some leftover bacon as he fried up two eggs and toast in a pan.
He couldn’t see his two friend’s identically exasperated expressions.
“Was watching horror movies.” He said as he finally joined them at the table.
“Getting into the Halloween spirit,” he added, between bites.
“didn’t know you liked horror movies.”
“I wouldn’t say I like them, but… it’s not Halloween to me without watching some. I used to do a yearly horror movie marathon with my grandpa back home. Then, when he started getting admitted into the hospital more often, I’d watch them by myself.”
His two friends’ faces softened at this rare show of vulnerability.
Nobara was the first to move, slinging her arms around Yuji, and pulling him in for a hug. Megumi followed shortly after, completing the sickeningly sweet scene.
Excuse me while I throw up, the curse inside him had the nerve to say. Yuji simply ignored him, unwilling to let him break up the comforting moment.
After a few minutes, they disentangled themselves, wordlessly resuming their meals.
“I still don’t know how you stomach those films.” Nobara broke the silence, sticking her tongue out in disgust.
Megumi rolled his eyes while Yuji just shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“Regardless,” she continued. “Next time you should tell us beforehand!” he chuffed the offending teen on the back of his head.
“You don’t have to watch alone anymore,” Megumi nodded in agreement.
Yuji whined indignantly, rubbing his head.
But he was truly touched by his friends’ care and promised he would.
“Oh Yuji,” Nobara suddenly changed topics. “I finished your Halloween costume, just need to come later before the party to make sure it fits and to do any last-minute touch-ups.”
“Will do after training today, thanks!”
Yuji turned to Megumi. “What are you going as tonight?”
His friend gave him a blank stare.
“Don’t tell me-”
“-you aren’t going to dress up?” Nobara finished.
The black-haired teen’s silence spoke volumes.
“Unacceptable!” the other two shouted in unison.
“You’re coming with me right now,” Nobara said, dragging the now protesting teen away towards her room.
“It’s just a dumb party,” he protested, eyes pleading with Yuji.
“The perfect excuse to dress up!” he simply grinned back.
“Have fun~” he waved lazily.
Megumi’s groans could be heard down the corridor as he was pulled into the girl’s room.
Yuji chuckled as he turned away towards whatever fresh hell training Gojo-sensei had for him today.
Yuji stood in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on his outfit.
Maybe due to tonight’s party, training was lighter than usual. Additionally, throughout the day he could feel a buzzing in the air as his classmates excitedly chatted about their costumes and other festivities.
Yuji swore a trick or two was among the discussions he wasn’t privy to.
Tonight was sure to be an interesting one, he thought, in anticipation.
He twisted and turned, inspecting every inch of his costume.
Recently, Yuji had gotten invested in watching Little Witch Academia.
He had always loved magic, remembering the stories his grandpa read to him as a kid full of witches and wizards, knights battling dragons and saving princesses. When he was younger, he wished he’d grow up to be a hero- one children would look up to and tell their future children about.
The daring exploits of Itadori Yuji! He’d happily exclaim. His grandpa would just ruffle little Yuji’s peach hair, a faint smile on his face.
How he’d flip if he knew what his grandchild was up to now.
The teen supposed in a way he wasn’t far from those ideals. Sacrificing for the sake of others was pretty heroic….
If only I didn’t need to save the world from myself, he laughed darkly.
Shaking himself out of his inner spiral, he turned his attention back to his reflection.
He admired the protagonist of the show, Akko. How despite her clumsiness and failures, she never gave up hope- always welcoming the next day with a smile. Yuji wished he could be as optimistic. He tried to be.
But reality was cruel.
Sometimes you don’t save the princess. Sometimes perseverance doesn’t overcome all challenges. Sometimes the only victory is surviving.
Yuji was determined to live a full life and die a good death surrounded by the ones he loved.
And that starts by putting on a smile and enjoying tonight’s party, the teen slapped his face lightly, siking himself up.
His outfit consisted of a short black overcoat with wide sleeves and a hood overtop a simple white dress shirt with a navy ribbon tie. He had exchanged the dress for a pair of matching shorts which ballooned out before tapering back to hug his thighs. A red belt with a golden buckle lay across his hips with a small wand attached with a red string. He wore a pair of slim back boots which came up to his knees; a classically large witches hat completed the ensemble.
(Nobara had tried to get Yuji to wear a wig, but the teen had vehemently refused.)
Sukuna was silent throughout his preparations. But the young sorcerer could feel his consciousness lurking just beneath the surface.
He suddenly felt microscopic, a parasite under a microscope, the curse examining every inch of his costume.
Acceptable was all he said before receding to the recesses of the teen’s mind.
Yuji released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
That was… weird. Unexpected.
Mystified but strangely happy, Yuji left his bedroom and headed over to the party.
It was held on campus in a large meeting hall.
The moment he stepped inside his senses were bombarded by various sights, sounds, and smells.
He first noticed a table off to the side filled with an assortment of horror-themed Hors d’œuvres and desserts.
A rumble from below told him he should investigate this first. However, before he could do so he was spotted by his friends and senpai who waved him over.
“Hey, Itadori, you look good!” Maki was the first to compliment him. She was wearing a short black gothic-style dress with red detailing along with a velvety cape and a pair of fake fangs.
“Sake,” Inumaki agreed as he passed the teen a red-colored drink- something fruity? He donned a simple white bedsheet with eye holds cut out- a classic ghost costume.
“Of course, he does. I made sure of it.” Nobara bragged, a haughty smile on her lips. Yuji had helped a little with her outfit (mostly he was used as a test dummy for her makeup…). She was a zombified cheerleader complete with pom-poms, a shirt peppy skirt, and shockingly realistic makeup with what looked suspiciously like blood around her ruby-red lips. She was cute and deadly.
Not too far off from her normal personality, Yuji internally snickered.
“Couldn’t you just eat him alive?” Nobara turned and ribbed Megumi, raising her eyebrows, knowingly.
Megumi nearly choked on his drink and looked away, hiding a suspicious flush creeping up the back of his neck.
“Y-you look nice,” he mumbled.
Yuji felt his checks flush scarlet at the compliment. He masked it with a cough and decided to survey his raven friend’s outfit instead
He wore a plain black t-shirt and jeans both of which looked suspiciously like he had simply rolled around in his dog Shikigami’s fur…
Besides this, he wore a cute silver-eared headband paired with a black fluffy tail tied around his waist by a simple black belt.
Overtop his shoes were deftly attached felt paws which matched the set of comically large gloves he wore on his hands.
I wonder who had those on hand? Perhaps Inumaki? Or even Gojo-sensei…? Yuji pondered.
Upon further inspection, he noticed a crude attempt at wolf makeup on the other’s face.
That was definitely done by Inumaki, he concluded.
Yuji barely suppressed a giggle at his friend’s helpless expression.
“You look great Fushiguro!” he flashed him two thumbs up.
Megumi looked like he wanted to melt into the floor via his ten shadows technique.
“See? I told you he’d love it!” Nobara slung her arm around the other, almost splashing her drink on the poor boy’s shirt.
Yuji was about to excuse himself to satiate the famished monster in his chest when suddenly a feeling of dread washed over him.
He slowly turned around-
-and found himself face to face with a pale-faced specter.
His face paled, body momentarily locking up in pure fear. After a second he let out an inhuman and undignified screech and leaped back, shakily clinging to Fushiguro.
He then heard uncontrolled laughter from beneath the mask.
“Ohayou, Itadori-kun!” came a suspiciously familiar baritone voice.
The mask was pulled back to reveal the grinning face of his man-child of a teacher.
Yuji could hear the curse within howling laughter at his expense.
The teen’s face burned. He growled, about to descend angrily on the cheeky perpetrator, along with a few choice expletives-
“Satoru,” came a deeper, chastising voice from behind the white-haired man.
Nanami placed a firm hand on the other teacher while flashing the still half-traumatized Itadori an apologetic smile.
“Whaaat? It was just a trick…” Gojo whined.
With a nod to the other gathered students, the blonde man, who quite fittingly was dressed up as Frankenstein complete with patchwork clothing, fake bolts, stitches, and green face paint, steered them back towards the other side of the room, where the teachers were gathered (Gojo complaining all the while).
After the two adults left, Yuji remained jittery, terror and fury comingling in his veins.
“Itadori?” the concerned voice of Megumi sounded beside him.
That served to shake off his remaining tension. Yuji smiled sheepishly.
“Guess I shouldn’t have stayed up watching all those horror flicks,” he laughed off his friend’s concern.
The rest of the party occurred without further incident.
Yuji saw that Panda had done an impromptu grizzly bear impression.
Part of an unfortunate chocolate-powder incident when baking cookies, Maki had explained.
They ate, drank, and made merry. It was a time to finally let loose and just be a bunch of normal teens, unburdened by their sorcerer duties and impending doom. That would come later, during Halloween. Tonight, however, they were free from almost all worries.
Yuji reveled in the feeling, his friend’s laughter, and closeness.
At one point he received a ping on his phone. He opened the message to see a picture sent from Todo. Apparently, the Kyoto students were having their own Halloween party tonight as well. The overenthusiastic friend had dressed up as a hockey mask-wearing, knife-wielding, Jason. Yuji twinged in sympathy for his fellow sorcerers having to bear with Todo’s antics.
Later in the evening, Gojo returned to apologize to the pink-haired teen. Yuji sighed and accepted it, prompting his sensei to overenthusiastically sling his arms around the other, pulling him flush against his taller frame.
The teen felt the curse inside him bristle, dark energy rolling just beneath his skin.
Hands off, Sukuna growled dangerously within.
Yuji hurriedly removed the older man from around him, both parties left in a state of slight confusion.
The young sorcerer then swiftly excused himself and made a beeline to the restroom.
Sparing a quick glance around the room to make sure no one else was inside, he sent a sharp glare at the mirror.
What the hell was that?! He spat through gritted teeth.
Sukuna, his royal pain in the ass, deigned to respond, forming a mouth on his cheek.
“That white-haired bastard was getting too close. He should know his place.”
Yuji had to laugh at the incredulity of it all.
“He was just apologizing my god. Do you have to be such a possessive bitch about everything?”
The teen could feel the curses’ anger spike in response, but he pressed on anyway.
“So, I can’t be hugged by my teacher?”
“You are a complete fool if you think that’s all that was.” was Sukuna’s answer, as if that cleared up everything.
Yuji shook his head. He did not want to deal with this right now, so he said as much.
“Please, your highness, let me enjoy the rest of the party without your bullshit, ok?”
To the teen’s absolute shock, he felt the curse’s presence recede without another word.
He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the party. However, he remained on edge for the rest of the night, an odd feeling of suspicion and dread lingering.
The silence in his mind, which should’ve been a welcome reprieve, instead was deafening.
It made it increasingly difficult to focus on his friend’s amicable company and ill-advised antics.
Throughout the evening he forced a smile and nodded along, not really present in any conversation. No one seemed to notice, and if they did, they didn’t call him out.
But behind the mask, his mood was quickly souring.
“Yuji, are you sure you’re alright?” Megumi finally cornered his friend after working in silence for a few minutes. “You’ve seemed a bit off for most of the party. Did something happen…?”
The teen looked at the other, surprise painted lightly on his face.
“What? I’m fine! Nothing happened. Guess the late night finally caught up to me.”
“You said that earlier but are you sure-“
“I’m fine,” he said kindly but firmly.
Yuji’s expression softened at his friend’s concern for his well-being.
But he really didn’t want to explain anything right now… it was probably just stupid nerves anyway. Left over from the night before. And he could handle whatever bullshit Sukuna was up to besides.
No need to have his friend worry needlessly on his account.
The teen saw a flicker of concern in the raven-haired boy’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a helpless look and a resigned sigh.
“Alright.”
They went back to cleaning in uncomfortable silence. The monotony is only broken up by terse comments and commands here and there.
Yuji hated it. But he suffered through it until their tasks were done.
They walked back to the dorms slowly, neither breaking the growing tension.
Finally, they reached their bedroom.
“Look I’m sorry for asking-“
“I’m sorry for reacting that way-“
The two friends started at once.
They stared for a moment, wide-eyed, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
As they slowly calmed down, Yuji pulled fushiguro into a quick hug, which the other tentatively returned, before releasing him.
“We cool?” He asked.
Megumi nodded, “yeah.”
The pink-haired teen smiled, wishing the other “goodnight”, and he retired to his own room.
As he closed the door, Yuji let out a contented sigh, pleased the feeling of weirdness between him and his friend was gone.
He still had his nagging Sukuna problem. But his mood was now much brighter, so it didn’t worry him as much.
That was a big mistake.
The moment he laid his head down and closed his eyes, the teen felt a familiar pull as his consciousness was dragged down.
He somehow managed to land on his feet instead of the usual face plant directly into the bloody water.
He was so tired that he didn’t even bother changing out of his costume- he was sure to get an earful about it from Nobara later- so he appeared especially out of place in the dreary, red-soaked domain.
Yuji suddenly had an image of a mage about to battle a fearsome dragon
I suppose that’s not far off from how our usual encounters go
He looked around, senses heightened, for any sign of the curse in question. A sense of foreboding crept over him the longer it took for his evil doppelgänger to show himself.
“Sukuna, you bastard!” Yuji angrily growled.
“Why bring me here if you’re not going to show-“
The teen flinched as he felt a warm breath hover on the back of his neck followed by a teasing lick around the shell of his ear.
“If you’re the mage… I guess that makes me the dragon, no?” A deep baritone voice purred.
The presence drew back, allowing Yuji the chance to turn around and get a good look at his assailant.
Words fail him as the young sorcerer stares, eyes wide at the curse before him.
It seems Sukuna decided to join in the Halloween spirit himself. He was wearing a costume all right… if it can be called that.
He’s no longer wearing his usual white kimono. Instead, his chest is fully exposed, exposing his mesmerizing black tattoos which snaked around his firm chest- somehow broader and more defined than his own. His skin also appears paler, making the contrast even more apparent. His forearm to the tips of his long claws appeared dipped in inky black.
He’s exchanged his normal thin tights for a pair of knee-high black stirrup socks, which reveal talon-like lithe feet. He also wore a matching skimpy bikini bottom, which left very little to the imagination. The gap between the two articles of clothing, allowed the teen to fully glimpse two pairs of ring tattoos around his thick thighs.
Completing the demonic look were a pair of slender crimson horns jutting up from his forehead, perfectly matching his ruby eyes, along with a thin spiked tail that seemed to lash about with a mind of its own and a pair of leathery bat-like wings, so black they appeared purple.
Yuji’s gaze lingers, drinking the in sight. He feels parched, his throat bone dry; A man dying of thirst in a desert. He feels his shaft hardening beneath his loose-fitting shorts.
He stays rooted to the spot, unable, and unwilling, damn his traitorous body, to flee as Sukuna flashes his signature smirk at the downright needy look in the brat’s eyes.
As the curse steps closer once more, the teen suddenly finds it very hard to stand, his legs turning to jelly in the curse’s sensually overwhelming presence.
Sensing this, Sukuna, comes up to Yuji, wrapping an arm around the boy to support him.
Like what you see? His sultry whisper slithered into the sorcerer’s ear, coiling around his mind, and lulling him into a lustful daze.
Yuji tries to shake himself out of his stupor, the vessel forcibly putting distance between himself and the curse within.
He glares at the other. “What are you doing?”
The curse has the gall to look innocent.
“Whatever do you mean?” he replied, sweetly.
The teen angrily gestures at his outfit (or lack thereof). He is blushing a furious red, though whether it was from anger or embarrassment he couldn’t say.
Exaggerated realization appears on the other’s face. “Oh, you mean this?” He does a quick turn, giving the sorcerer a better look at the breathtaking set of wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades.
“Well, It’s Halloween, right? I’m just getting into the spirit of things.”
Yuji almost chokes. This is how he chooses to embrace the holiday?!
The curse then closes the gap between them again, ensnaring the teen in his arms, wrapping his barbed tail around his legs.
“You seemed to enjoy engaging in close contact with your friends and sensei,” he spat, acid tone practically venomous on the mention of his teacher, “I thought you would appreciate the extra skin.”
Yuji gasped as his body was brought flush against the other. He feels infinitely small, a mouse caught in the claws of a predator. In a weak attempt to escape, he inadvertently grinds his steadily growing erection against the curse’s equally prominent bulge. He shudders at the friction and the pressure.
Sukuna’s smirk grew worse, relishing in the brat’s reactions. He licks his teeth, revealing an inhumanly long and thin, forked tongue along with a pair of gleaming fangs.
Yuji gulps at the sight, pulse racing. He needs to escape right now-
“Wait, what are you doing stop- nnnnngh!” he screamed as he felt those fangs sink deep into the flesh of his neck. At first, the pain was blinding, agonizingly intense, but it soon melted into a feeling of bliss, sinful desire taking over. He felt his body go limp and couldn’t help the moan that escaped him then.
The curse slowly pulled away, licking the remnants of blood from his lips.
“You liked that huh? I didn’t realize you had a masochist streak in you, brat.”
Yuji whimpered in response, his body craving the feeling once more, the rational part of his brain having submitted to his primal instincts.
“Who am to deny such an earnest request from my sweet vessel?”
“But first-” the curse used his talons to cut a clean slice down the middle of Yuji’s cloak, carelessly flinging it off and discarding it in the bloody water.
His calculating gaze lingered on Yuji’s thin white dress shirt. He reached out and pulled loose the bow tie around his collar. He then made quick work of the top couple of buttons. However, he stopped halfway, leaning back to survey his work.
The blood from the wounds on the teen’s neck was slowly dripping down, staining the pristine white crimson.
Sukuna hummed at the sight, his pupils dilating.
“I think I’ll keep it on you, for now.”
Without further interruption, his mouth once again descended on the brat, this time biting down hard on his shoulders. The brat could feel a moan bubble up in his chest, pain and pleasure deliciously mixing within.
The curse continued this sadistic dance, a constellation of marks materializing on the brat’s pristine tan skin. Somewhere in the middle, he began alternating bites and teasing hot licks, heightening Yuji’s satisfaction.
Bruises bloomed in his wake, painting the brat black and blue, branding him as Sukuna’s.
the teen's eyes rolled to the back of his head, totally disconnected from the world, only capable of feeling the curse's sweet bites on his skin, his body singing from the punctures.
The way Sukuna made him feel should be illegal. He shouldn't crave the sensation. But he did.
He wanted the curse to mark him, devour him whole, and drown in his blood.
He'd thank him for it. Beg for more.
Eventually, Sukuna pulled away. Yuji’s looked utterly debauched; face flushed, eyes glassy, chest heaving. His shirt was soaked scarlet, its fabric clinging to his torso’s dips and curves.
The curse was practically purring at the brat’s gorgeous visage.
“Awww~” Sukuna cooed. “All bloodied and beautiful just for me?”
Punctuating his words, Sukuna deliberately swiped his finger against one of Yuji’s numerous wounds, then lifted it to smear the teen’s blood across those plush lips. He then covered his mouth with his own, hungrily devouring the brat from the inside out.
He snaked his tongue through that supple mouth, curling around Yuij’s teeth before swirling around the open cavity. His tongue mapped the teen’s mouth, memorizing its feel, its valleys and crests. And the brat let it all happen, welcomed it, so pliant and willing to please.
Sukuna, for his part, relished it, the feel of life pulse beneath his lips, the power and control over another at his fingertips. The brat was utterly obedient, too lost in his own pleasure to fight. Such a perfect little vessel.
One that should be rewarded… he thought darkly to himself, filing it away for later.
After a few minutes, Yuji began to squirm, becoming lightheaded due to a lack of oxygen. The curse pulled back with one last bite to his cheek, allowing the teen time to recover.
The teen hissed at the frigid air hitting his skin, body shivering in his soaking-wet clothes. He pawed at his shirt, attempting to remove it himself, but unable to unstick it from his angle.
Sukuna took pity on the boy and ripped it off in one swift motion. He then snapped his fingers, instantly drying his chest as well- just so he could press his body against himself once more and not become sticky.
“As much fun as continuing this in the waters would be,” the curse raised an eyebrow as he felt the teen’s pulse spike at that suggestion, “I suggest we move to a drier location.”
Sukuna easily picked up Yuji, holding him securely in his arms, bridal style. He chuckled as he felt the brat flail about a bit in surprise and caught a subtle blush creeping up the back of his neck which he had attempted to hide by burying his head against the other’s chest.
His wings unfolded to their full span, and he took off, heading in the direction of his shrine.
After getting over his initial shock, Yuji lifted his head, letting out a gasp at the sight before him.
To the teen, the macabre domain always felt oppressive; spine-tingling, and stomach-churning. He wished to spend as little time there as possible (though this was partially due to its host) as its frigid air seeped beneath his skin, chilling him to his bones.
However, from above, the eeriness took on a sort of otherworldly beauty. He moved his arms, watching the red light play across his skin, the way the shadows dappled as they cut through the air. The vast watery expanse below sparkled. He even noticed subtle waves lapping at the boney islands.
He no longer felt caged beneath a ribcage-lined prison. It felt freeing to see Sukuna’s realm from this view. And from how long they stayed suspended in the air, even when they had reached their destination, Yuji could tell he felt the same.
With slight reluctance, the two landed at its entrance. despite protests from his vessel, Sukuna refused to let the boy down. Instead, he walked leisurely inside, carefully traversing the bones and skulls.
Yuji had never actually set foot inside the curse’s shrine before, their brief meetings were always held either at the foot of his throne or, more often than not, simply in the water.
It was larger than he imagined and more refined than its imposing exterior would suggest. Its ceiling was high with large wooden beams painted scarlet spanning its width and intricate circular jade tiles inset.
In the center of the room was a golden dais with dark blue velvet cushions lain overtop.
That’s usually where Buddha would sit, Yuji muttered.
Figures though; Sukuna is the god of this domain after all… he thought.
The furnishings in the space otherwise were quite bare and dare he say modest. There were no statues. Just a table in front with candles and incense stands; a couple of red orchids and spider lilies gave extra vibrancy to the space as well.
death and rebirth…the teen mused. Fitting for the king of curses. But love and passion?
He glanced at Sukuna, in whose arms he was still being held as he leisurely crossed the room.
The curse’s eyes captured his own, ensnaring him in their garnet gaze.
He looked away in a fluster, a rosy hue dusting his cheeks.
Now, what was of grandest note was the tapestry hung behind the dais.
It reached from the floor to the ceiling, woven completely of silk. It depicted… well. Yuji would honestly like to forget those images. Sukuna in his original, four-armed, bare-chested glory, at the height of his powers. Blood painted on his skin, running down his toned arms, flecked upon his weapons. Fires burned behind him, bodies were strewn across a battlefield. It was as magnificent as it was horrific. A town laid waste at the hands of his merciless depravity.
The teen shuddered at the sight, skin blanching, nearly retching up the meager offerings he had partaken in during the party.
The curse raised his eyes at that, following the brat’s gaze. He smiled, briefly reveling in his former glory before sighing. He flicked a hand, and the horrible tapestry was covered in red drapery.
The curse finally stopped in front of the dais. Carefully, he sat the brat down on the plush seat before kneeling in front.
“W-wait!” Yuji cried in a flustered panic, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. “W-what are you doing?”
The teen moved to stand up before the curse growled and leaned forward, placing his claws on Yuji’s thighs, forcing him back down.
“I’m rewarding you, brat.”
He pushed up the teen’s shorts, exposing a new expanse of untouched tan skin. He licked a stripe up each thigh, purring as the brat shivered under his skilled tongue.
“For being such a good boy,” he crooned, nosing at the visibly prominent bulge in Yuji’s pants.
“You're taking the pain so well,” he continued, moving up to similarly tease the teen’s abs.
“My little masochistic vessel,” he flashed a smile that was all teeth.
Yuji let out a low moan as the curse’s teeth roughly tugged a perked nipple, while his head swam from the praise. It felt heady and intoxicating, slowly unraveling under Sukuna’s expert hands.
He let out a sharp hiss as both his pants and boxers were tugged down and thrown aside, the chilly air hitting his dick. He dug his thumbnail into the slit, watching the fluid squirt out.
The curse tilted his head to lick the pre-cum off the tip, savoring its salty taste. He then stretched his torso up enough to give the teen a filthy, open-mouthed, kiss. Hawkish eyes sharpened as he greedily watched the brat swallow the white liquid.
“Turn around,” the king’s deep voice suddenly commanded.
Yuji flashed him a look of confusion before hesitantly complying, carefully lifting his naked body and turning to face the back of the dais. He spread his legs out wide to accommodate the new position.
Sukuna lapped at his hole, smoothing the large muscle. The act made an obscenely squelching sound; the brat keened at the feeling.
He then deftly pressed one finger, then two, stretching out the tight opening. He was finally able to fit three fingers, knuckle deep. He brushed against the bundle of nerves, punching out a strangled noise from the teen’s chest, cum squirting out in concert.
Deemed sufficiently prepared, the curse pulled out.
Next, in one swift motion, Sukuna reach down and released his own cock from his pants.
He stood up to move behind Yuji, his hot chest pressing against the other’s back, evaporating away any lingering sense of cold.
He lined himself up in front of the brat’s entrance, bracing himself against the other’s shoulders.
He straddled him on the chair, thighs locked around the other’s, allowing for no escape.
“Ready?” Sukuna asked.
Without waiting for a reply, he surged forward, thrusting viciously into Yuji. He gradually increases his speed, jerking the brat around. He also resumed his earlier bites, reopening barely stopped wounds. The teen lets out an agonizing scream but makes no attempt to struggle. His face flushes bright red, and fluffy pink hair drenched with sweat, falls in front of his face.
He squeezes his eyes shut, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over him.
“Apparently, certain humans enjoy this kind of manhandling,” the curse murmurs after a while, caressing the brat’s hips as he rolled his, allowing for a brief respite from his previously bruising pace. “It appears you’re one of the depraved ones. I wonder what your friends would think seeing you all broken over my cock-”
A feral noise was torn from the teen’s throat as Sukuna punctuated his words with another rough thrust into his waiting hole, burying his shaft up to the hilt in Yuji’s plump ass.
“-My perfect little slut.”
His black talons dug viciously into femorals, keeping the brat firmly in place.
The teen could feel the pressure building, his vision swimming. The pain was so intense, tears began streaming down his face. He whimpered a needy little sound.
A small dark corner of his mind screamed at him to run away, guilt me curdling deep in his gut. But those emotions were vastly outweighed by an alluring whisper (that sounded suspiciously like Sukuna’s voice), why should he feel ashamed? After all the shit the sorcerer world has put him through- unfairly sentencing him to death for the mere crime of existing- too scared of what he contains, frightened little children. No, he deserves this, this voice assured him. Just give in and feel.
All he could think of was the feeling of Sukuna inside him. He never felt so full and whole.
It was all too much.
He lasted a few more thrusts before the overwhelming cocktail of sensations pushed Yuji over the edge. His back arched beautifully as he fully came, white knuckles gripping the back of the throne, eyes rolled back into his head. He whined long and high, completely lost in his orgasmic pleasure.
Sukuna followed soon after, chasing his own release, filling the teen up with sticky white seed and moaning sweet praises into his vessel’s ear.
The curse slowly slipped his now softening dick out of Yuji, the teen’s hole aching at the sudden loss.
He stood up, gently wrapping his arms and wings around the young sorcerer’s quivering form, still feeling the aftershocks of their sinful activities.
Breathlessly Sukuna rasped,
“Happy Halloween, Brat”