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The invitation is expected. He receives it every year and usually throws it in the garbage just as quickly. Fushiguro Megumi will not willingly step on Zen’in grounds just for a little banquet, but his cousins hand-deliver it this time. Both of them. Maki looks a little pissed, but Mai looks like her usual annoying self.
“Naobito would like to have you as the guest of honor.” Mai says brightly. “To announce your succession.” Ah, so she’s going to suck up to him because they want him as the new head.
“I’m omegan. I can’t be the next head.” He says the words flatly, but Maki sighs.
“You’re the one with the most potential in the family. That you’re omegan doesn’t matter to them anymore. Fushiguro,” Her tone gets very serious, “your the only way our family could ever change for the better. At least consider coming. Gojo’s being invited as well since he’s your guardian.”
Megumi holds the invitation in his hands, flipping it over and staring at the gold embossed words ‘Dress is to be traditional’ which means he has to wear omegan fashion. He scowls at that but nods to the twins. “It must be something if you both came. I’ll go, but if anything is even a little off I will leave.”
“Oh, come on, Fushiguro-kun!” Mai laughs, looking at him with barely concealed pity. “You’re the next head, what would they do to you?” He remembers the small amount of time before Gojo had come for him. The darkroom he’d been put in and forgotten in. ‘Show us your shadows, child, play with them.’ He remembers hours of darkness touching him everywhere. Feeling him and as an eight-year-old, he’d been terrified.
Gojo had thrown the doors open and gathered him into his arms, not saying a word as Megumi sobbed into his shoulder. They’d left like that, with Gojo holding him all the way to his new home with Tsumiki. ‘Shh, you’re okay now. I’m the strongest, Megumi-chan, I’ll keep you safe.’
He’d always, foolishly, believed those words. Even now. He knew he was safe if Gojo was with him and he’s sure that’s why they invited the man. The Zen’in hated most other clans because they thought they were better, but unfortunately for them, the Gojo clan was proven the strongest clan and therefore they hated all members of the Gojo clan even more.
Inviting his guardian had to have hurt some of their pride.
“It’ll be okay, Megumi. I’ll be there too and Mai. Even if she’s a stuck-up bitch, she is an alpha too, and wouldn’t let anything happen to you either.” He looks between the twins and can see the way they both blush slightly. Megumi has to keep in mind that the Zen’in marry within the family. If he’s made head he’d be expected to take an alpha as his mate before he came into his succession. Both the alphas before him would be vying for that position, it’s just how they were raised.
Even though he knows Maki is in love with Nobara and the two have been dating, he knows her need to prove herself is greater. If he picked his cousin she might rejoice at the recognition. His stomach flips at even the thought of it.
“Well, it’s been real but I can’t stay at this loser school for much longer. See you at the banquet.” Mai dips her head a little before leaving, and he sighs when Maki rolls her eyes.
“I have to go too. Nobara and I are catching a movie.” She wiggles her brows and he relaxes some. He was being foolish, his cousin wasn’t like the others, she wouldn’t desire a familial bond. She knew how disgusting that was, just like he did.
“Okay, I have practice with Itadori.” He shrugs, folding the invitation and putting it in his pocket.
“Yeah? Well, tell your little boyfriend he’s going to be a Zen’in soon.” She winks at him and he scowls.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” He snorts and then feels a heavy hand on his shoulder and a neck brushing up against his own, scenting him.
“Who isn’t? I didn’t even know you liked anyone?” Itadori says and he blushes red, glaring at his cousin who cackles as she walks away with a wave. He turns out of the other boy’s hold and looks at him with a scowl.
“Don’t do that.” He hisses and glares, but the other boy just grins at him. “Maki was just trying to embarrass me. She was dropping off an invitation.” He shrugs, but Itadori’s eyes widen.
“For what?”
“The Zen’in New Year's Banquet. I get invited every year but refuse. Apparently, I’m the guest of honor this year though.” He rolls his eyes and then hears tell-tale footfalls, turning to see Gojo approaching them, flapping his own invitation in the air.
“You got yours too then?” He asks quietly and Gojo grins.
“Free food, Megumi-chan! Free food from people who hate me! I love it, and my baby being made head of the clan? I’m a proud alpha today!” Gojo pretends to wipe fake tears from his eyes and he scowls.
“Head? But you’re an omega.” Itadori says brow scrunched together. “The Zen’in only keep omegas for breeding, you said.” The other boy looks nervous and he blinks.
“I agree with the brat. This is suspicious.” They all stare at Sukuna’s eye and grinning mouth on Yuuji’s cheek. “The Zen’in used to pump their omegas full and then kill them when they wouldn’t produce anymore. I don’t think they’ve fallen enough to have an omegan head. Even such a pretty one.” The curse pointedly licks his lips with his long tongue and he rolls his eyes. Sukuna’s been interjecting more lately, and they’ve all strangely gotten used to him putting his two-cents in.
“That’s why Yuuji-kun is coming too!” Gojo announces. “It’s all too quaint for me as well. They definitely hate me, and I know that Naobito has plans. He always does. So our strong alpha, Yuuji-kun, will stay in the shadows and keep a watch out for us, right?”
“Yes!” Itadori grins and he can see Sukuna’s red-eye roll. “No way am I letting them pull anything, Fushiguro! Promise!” It shouldn’t reassure him so much, but it does. He can even tell his shoulders have relaxed some and he’s smiling a little back at Yuuji.
Stupid. Dumb Itadori Yuuji. Who has bright eyes, a nice smile, and smells good. Megumi almost huffs in annoyance with himself.
With a plan tentatively set they head out for their training. His Chimera Shadow Garden Technique has been something Gojo has been cultivating with him and Yuuji’s been helping too by fighting the shikigami within it in different ways, teaching them how to avoid different attacks. It’s actually a complete domain now, and he can tell Gojo is a little proud of him by the fact he pinched his cheeks when he’d first seen it.
It had made him feel warm to have such hidden affection placed on him and while he’d feigned annoyance he was sure the alphas could smell how happy he’d been. They only train for a while before their teacher leaves them be and Itadori heads out to meet Todo for the rest of the weekend.
The banquet isn’t for another month so he forgets about it for a long while, they have to spend three days at the compound though so Gojo takes him shopping for new clothes for the banquet and subsequent stay with his relatives. They have to pick up traditional dress after all, and the omega grumbles unhappily the whole time.
He has been told to wear the twelve layered robe, which he was sure Sukuna would have a field day making fun of him for. Usually, the Junihitoe were vibrant colors of green, red, and yellow. He asked for grey, white, and blues though. The seamstress looks quite pleased with his choices and shows them different fabrics that could be used.
Ultimately, he lets Gojo pick because he doesn’t really care too much and they’re told to pick everything up a day before they have to leave. “I’m not wearing the makeup.” He says with a pout and his guardian laughs, rubbing his cheek against Megumi’s hair, and wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I don’t think they’ll mind. You’ll be the first non-mated omega at one of those shindigs in decades, Megumin. They even are making you doll up like a big wig aristocrat. I can’t wait to see you swallowed up in all those layers!” Gojo laughs, one of his small real ones, and rubs his cheek against his hair again. “It’ll be okay.” The words are serious and he nods gently, the unease that has been settling in him lately lessening some.
“I just have a bad feeling.” He admits and feels the hand on his hip squeeze gently. He rarely admits things like that to others, but he’s known Gojo for half his life and he’s really his only constant at this point. If he can’t trust his guardian he doesn’t know who he can trust.
They walk back to the school secured together like that for a small time until they part. It’s dangerous for the higher-ups to know that they have an actual bond that goes past the feigned, well sometimes, annoyed relationship they show. Gojo does actually love him though and he loves the alpha back. Especially after Tsumiki and Suguru, they’ve had to hold onto each other and he’s glad to be in the alpha’s life.
The days pass quickly from there and it feels like a second passes between his birthday and the 31st. They have to leave midday to get there for the first day banquet. There are three feasts that are held with each symbolizing something different.
The first feast on the 31st is to say goodbye to old ways, past hurts, recall fond memories, and move forward into the New Year. The banquet on the first is the most important because it symbolizes rebirth and new life, most mated omegas are expected to perform a dance of fertility for the clan for the New Year, and the third banquet is to present courting couples to the family for inspection.
The couple would have been present together for the first two banquets and been assessed by the clan the whole time. The third day would be for the alpha, or male beta, to make a case for why their union should be allowed. Usually, for the Zen’in, all couples are predetermined for the higher-level members but the servants and lower-tiered clan members could pick their mates. All the family was invited to the banquet, not just the clan heads, so it was a relatively big affair.
It was usually held at the clan’s mountain hall so Megumi had been surprised it was being held at the regular compound this year. Of course, he’d only ever learned all this from Maki and then more from Mai, who felt her sister didn’t respect the traditions enough. He knew if his father was still around that he’d be disgusted that he’s even going.
Fushiguro Toji is still a whispered ghost, and a hated but revered one at that. His father was strong in ways no one in the clan could have understood, but Gojo’s told him enough about the alpha to know he hasn’t missed much by not having him in his life.
Nobara has to help him into all the robes for the first day and it’s not as heavy as he thought it would be, but it’s still heavy. Silk and brocade fabric swamp his frame and he grumbles while his friend tries to tame his hair. She forced him into wearing some eyeliner, mascara, and red lip stain.
“You look so beautiful!” She exclaims, clapping her hands, and his brow twitches in annoyance. The other omega grinning at him. “Come on, you know you’re pretty, right? You would be a stunner if you actually tried like this, Fushiguro. Alphas already drool over you whenever we go out.”
“I don’t like the attention. I would be happier as a beta.” He rolls his eyes and she helps him into his sandals. His bag is small, with just some casual clothes and toiletries. Two large hanging bags are next to it on the bed with his two other Junihitoe. “I’m regretting this already.”
“Oh, come on! Maki and Gojo will be there, you’ll be fine, you worrywart. So you have to look the part, it could still be fun!” She looks him over with a smile, but he can see the concern in her eyes and knows she’s worried. Her scent has been giving it away the whole time too. “You do really look pretty, Fushiguro. If I was into other omegas I’d hit on you.”
That does get him to smile and he sees her smile too. “Thank you, Nobara, for helping me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now let’s get our favorite pack mule to get your stuff. I’m sure his eyes are going to pop out of his head when he sees you.” She scoffs, but his brow just furrows.
“What?” He asks and the girl just looks back at him with an eye roll.
“You both are idiots, just ignore me!” He frowns, but like he knew he was being summoned Yuuji knocks at the door and opens it a moment later. He does stare at Megumi, who averts his eyes from that honey-warm gaze.
“I know, I look ridiculous.” He wants to cross his arms, but there’s too much fabric so he just picks at the skin of his palm with his other hand. His nails are even done because Gojo just had to take them to get mani-pedis. He was mortified when the alpha had wanted him to wear nail polish. Pink nail polish. He would have been fine with black or green, but no the woman had put a soft pink on his nails.
Megumi hates it, but it’s just for three days. “I wouldn’t say ridiculous.” Sukuna’s voice chimes in and he looks up to glare at a staring red eye. “You look good enough to eat, Fushiguro Megumi.”
The blush that creeps up his cheeks and neck is from embarrassment. He scowls and Yuuji sighs. “Can the 1000-year-old asshole go away?” Nobara asks and they all hear the curse laugh, but he vanishes from his friend’s cheek.
“Sorry, he’s ya know himself.” The boy rubs the back of his neck and then smiles at him brightly. “You don’t look ridiculous. You look beautiful, really.” Red is tinting the alpha’s cheek and now the blush on his own skin is for real. Stupid crush. Stupid Yuuji and his cute smile and nice teeth and warm eyes.
“Thank you.” He says shyly and they both look at Nobara when she snorts.
“Alright, idiot A and B, you have somewhere to be.” He nods and his best friend collects the items on the bed, carrying them while Nobara helps him walk to the car waiting outside. It’s a Zen’in vehicle that’s been sent for him and Gojo. Maki having returned for the holidays a week prior.
Yuuji hands everything over to the driver and they wait for their teacher who walks out in a nice-looking light blue haori, silky white hakama, and a matching white nagagi. He glares at how much more comfortable the man was able to be than him.
“Ah, Megumin, you look like a true Hime, huh?” The man grins at him and he rolls his eyes.
“Sirs, if we may.” The driver says, taking Gojo’s belongings. Megumi looks nervously at Yuuji who smiles at him, trying to reassure him. His nerves were hitting him now and the small pit in his stomach seemed to get bigger. The alpha comes closer and ducks down, rubbing their throats together and trying to offer him comfort.
“You’ll be fine. Gojo won’t let anything happen.” He nods when honey eyes look at him. Yuuji has Nitta driving him an hour after they depart. They’re all wary enough to make sure he follows close, but not too close. He’s good at sneaking around so he should be fine, and he’ll be hiding in Megumi’s room when the omega is in them.
The drive isn’t awful, except for the burning anxiety in his stomach. Gojo had him take a scent reducer, but it always had side effects on him and right now he feels nauseous and he has a headache forming. It’s for the best though. Some alphas can’t handle smelling omegas at all, usually the weak ones, and can go into a rut.
Omegas have scents that are meant to work towards getting a mate, the stronger the scent the more desirable and the more fertile. Megumi entered his first heat at fourteen and his scent had been ridiculously strong since then, to the point where he’d been wearing scent patches and his scent still came out. Yuuji had gotten a whiff of him without one and had promptly pulled his own shirt over his nose and had to walk away.
Megumi had been embarrassed about that for a few days until the alpha had asked if he could start scenting him to help cover his scent. It helped actually, he got less attention when they went out because the smell of alpha was on him, and then Gojo had said how unfair it was that Yuuji-kun got to do that and not him so now the omega almost always smelled like the two.
Nobara scoffed at them but had admitted she felt bad for Megumi when she’d smelled him naturally too. Her own instincts had her melting against his chest, nuzzling into his neck. “You smell divine, Fushiguro, like warmth and good memories.” She’d closed her eyes and settled there. Having never had another omega smell him he’d not expected the embrace, but had relaxed and let the girl take comfort in his scent.
Eventually, she pulled back and looked a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I…”
“It’s a pack thing. I’m honored.” He’d offered and the girl had blushed brightly before nodding.
“Now I get why you still smell when you wear a patch. It’s like the room fills. Is that why Itadori is banned from your room?” He nods curtly.
“I don’t wear a patch to bed, and I know it’s strong. Gojo’s the only one who doesn’t seem to react to it.” Because the alpha’s brain had put him into the pup category mostly. “I hope with age it’ll lessen. It’d be nice to not have to have one on all the time.” He’d shrugged and then watched the girl fidget nervously.
“Well, once you’re mated it will. Then just your alpha and your pups will be able to smell you like that, it’ll be faint to everyone else. I’m actually a little jealous of your future alpha now.” She looked at him nervously. “Would you...it’s just so calming, could I...I mean you don’t have to say yes. I know you’re very private, but I really…”
Megumi had blinked his green eyes in confusion at the other omega’s embarrassment. “Would you nest with me for just a little bit right now?” His eyes had widened in shock at the request, but he’d nodded and then been dragged to the girl’s room, laid down, and scented by her for hours.
She even purred happily until Maki had called and asked to meet up. Nobara would ask him whenever she was stressed or sad to nest together, and he’d oblige happily while she stuck her nose to his neck and usually napped. It was normal pack things for the most part. If either of them had a mate it wouldn’t be accepted, but unmated omegas usually drew on their other omega pack mates’ scents to calm them.
Yuuji sometimes did the same thing, but with Megumi’s hindered scent. He’d dig his nose in and just hug him while trying to calm down. Gojo too now that he thought about it. Obviously, the alphas couldn’t nest with them since they were unmated but they tried to take comfort when they could.
Actually, when the hell had he’d become everyone’s scenting buddy? He huffs in frustration but waves off Gojo’s look of interest.
For the rest of the ride, he sits quietly, playing on his phone until they pull up to the estate doors. The large doors open upon their arrival and the driver takes them in. His brow pinches in confusion immediately.
Where were the decorations? The lanterns? The compound seems near empty save for the two people they saw at the gate, which loudly shut behind them. He looks to Gojo, whose sunglasses hide his narrowed eyes from the driver. The place should have been loud with people, he knows that too, but it was quiet as they drove through the streets of the Zen’in clan's residential area up to the clan head’s estate.
The car parks and they see Naobito and Naoya standing at the doorway. “It will be fine.” Gojo whispers, touching his hand gently. He nods and lets the driver help him from the car before his guardian comes around and stands next to him, letting Megumi take his arm to help him walk with all his layers.
Yuuji definitely won’t have a hard time sneaking in, that was for sure.
They approach Naobito and Naoya who offer polite nods of their heads. “You look lovely, Megumi,” Naoya says and he wants to vomit. The alpha disgusts him, from his scent to the way his eyes have always watched him whenever they ran into each other. It disturbs him. “We wanted to make a contract before going to the actual banquet tomorrow. With Megumi being made the new head it is far more appropriate for him to arrive on the day of the rebirth. It’s a new chapter in our clan’s history.”
“Indeed.” Naobito adds and walks closer, the old alpha looking at him with assessing eyes. He offers his arm out to him. “You will walk with me. Worry not, your guard dog will walk behind us. As is proper.” He looks warily at the offered arm before taking it and stepping away from his teacher.
“You are young and pretty. Things have been easier for you than they could have been.” The old alpha muses as they begin walking into the estate. “But not easy enough. If you had stayed with us life would have been easier, this would be easier.” The man sighs and looks at him with unconcealed disdain. “Prideful omegas have always been a thorn in my side, especially in these last decades. Your mother especially.”
He almost freezes at the mention of his mother but keeps his own cool as he walks. There was a table set out with four pillows on the floor. Well, at least, he didn’t have to sit in a chair in this outfit. “I hope you will see the future of this clan as clearly as Naoya and I. You are that future. That you have Ten Shadows proves it.”
He blinks at the old man, suspicion filling his veins. Naobito is not known to be a man to speak so openly. Megumi is sure that there is something amiss here. “Come we must share a meal and then we will move onto the fine print.” He’s helped to his spot and then the alphas all take their own seats. Gojo to his right, Naobito to his left, and Naoya across from him.
“I feel cheated. We were expecting three banquet feasts.” Gojo remarks, staring from lowered glasses at the other two. If a picture was taken now it’d look like a Heian period reenactment. “Megumi-chan even fasted. What a shame.” He rolls his eyes at the man, the little liar.
“Skinny as he is, we're remiss not to have more. I think tonight’s meal will fulfill any appetites you may have though, Megumi.” Naoya says and a shiver is barely repressed. He hates how that sounded almost lustful? The man is disturbed.
He’s just 16, and would never even like the alpha. Not when he’s seen a far better possibility in sunshine eyes and warm smiles. Maybe he’ll kiss Yuuji at midnight? They’ll be alone after all and he has noticed the way that the other boy stares at him, looks at him, touches him, and he likes it. He likes it so much. With a sigh, he bows his head when the food is brought and says the customary ‘thank you for the food’.
Naobito shares old stories of the glory of the clan and Gojo tries his best to interject and point out any falsehoods from the stories he knew from his own clan. The two are not hostile, really, but more so making jabs at one another. Naoya just stares at him over his cup of sake and the omega eats quietly.
When the meal is done the table is cleared for them and more sake is brought out. He refuses the drink, but the alphas partake and he’s offered a sweet-smelling drink, a woman telling him it’s peach nectar for beauty. He wants to roll his eyes, but she’s looking at him adoringly which makes him stare. She even bows lowly to him and he waves hurriedly at her.
“Please, don’t do that.” He says gently, but the woman seems to be even happier at being addressed. She bows again and leaves. The nectar is sweet and he does like the taste of it surprisingly.
“So the succession.” The clan leader finally brings up. “You are very young yet, Megumi, and there will be stipulations. Ones that must be followed.” He stares at the old man, taking another sip of his drink, and nodding for the man to continue. “You must take the Zen’in name, either through marriage or on your own. Fushiguro will be wiped from the record.”
His heart constricts at the thought. His name is his only connection left to his parents, his mom and his dad. His way of not being a Zen’in, but he guesses even being here is a concession. Megumi isn’t here to accept though. He’s declining, and Gojo knows that. Any clan that stuffs children into rooms and picks mates for you isn’t one that he can change. Megumi knows he’s going to be placed as a shadow head and whoever is chosen as his mate will be the real leader. They’re using him for image and strength alone. They need his technique to stay in the family.
“Next, you will take Naoya as your alpha.” His mouth parts and he stares at the old man who looks sternly at him. “He knows the clan better than you, and you will need his guidance.”
“Then make him an advisor.” He rebukes and narrows his eyes. A scoff and a wave of the hand is his reply back.
“A mate is better at tampering down hot-headed spirits.” The man’s ridiculous mustache twitches in impatience. “Alpha children will be expected, obviously, at least three. Beta children will be unacceptable, although omega as you are we will concede that any omegas you bear your mate will be left to your care.” His throat tightens and he breathes in, taking a long drink to keep his mouth shut. It is actually really good, better than even the food was. His eyes move to Gojo who is glaring, sipping his own drink.
“Lastly, the connection with Gojo Satoru must be broken. We will not align with your clan.” The man snorts and his guardian laughs a short, humorless sound. Megumi blinks as a sudden rush of warmth fills him, fingers tingling, and vision blurring.
He looks to Gojo who stares at Naobito. “I paid for him, and I don’t plan to return him. If you won’t let me see the pup I raised while you fucks were getting busy with your sisters, brothers, cousins, or what have you. I’m not letting him go.”
Megumi nods in agreement, but he feels unsteady, fixing his position so he can sit more on his bottom instead of his heels. His shoes had been taken off when they entered and he’s grateful to be able to sit a little more comfortably. His whole body feels a little looser too, maybe from the food? He’s not sure.
He has been stressed a lot lately and the scent reducer he had taken could have some weird side effects sometimes. He tries his best to concentrate on the argument that ensues between his guardian and the Zen’in clan head, but instead catches Naoya’s eyes on him and swallows thickly. The alpha looks near ready to jump him from across the table, and if he shivers at the stare no one but Naoya notices.
The alpha smirks at him and looks to his wrist, a watch visible. “That should do it.”
“Ah, very good,” Naobito says with a sneer.
“What do you-” Gojo’s jaw goes slack midway through the question and his eyes blink slowly before he topples forward onto the table.
“Satoru!” He’s quick to shout, moving and pulling at the alpha’s shoulders, tapping his cheek lightly, and then glaring at the other two men. “What did you do?” He growls and then has to blink as his vision dances. His own body feeling like jelly as Naoya stands and walks around to him.
“Muscle relaxer. A high dose for your guardian, but lesser for you and mixed with heat inducer, omega.” The words roll off the man’s tongue like poison and his head feels so fuzzy it’s hard to hear him clearly. “Now that’s about enough time for yours to kick in. Don’t worry, we’re just sending your teacher back. He won’t be waking up until it’s too late anyway.”
He feels hands grabbing him and his head lulls to the side, he recognizes the girl from before. She grabs him delicately as if he’ll break, and he’s so lost. What was happening? Why can’t he feel his body?
A calloused hand grabs his face and he’s looking up to Naoya, barely able to make him out from his blurred vision. “Good, you’ll be docile enough for the mating now. Miya will take you to the room. I will follow in time. I’d like a little fight in you when I take you for myself.”
Megumi can feel his eyelids growing heavy and his body going slack, but he still tries to keep them open. The alpha chuckles at him, reaching to his neck and he can barely feel his patch being ripped off and the man sticking his nose against his gland.
“Just like Mai said. You smell like heaven, Megumi, and I’m about to take this little slice of it for myself.” A broad tongue licks along his neck, and he shudders. Warmth curling in his stomach that he hates instantly.. “Take him away. I’ll get Gojo-'' His hearing muffles seemingly and he can’t make out what’s being said anymore or even really see. His eyes close and he’s pulled into a warm lulling darkness.
“Zen’in-sama, you must awaken.” A soft voice wakes him gently and his eyes open slowly, heavy still. His mind feels slow, his body distant, and he can’t feel anything but warmth pooling throughout him. Actually, his thighs feel wet and his belly is burning now that he tries to put effort into feeling himself out. His fingers barely twitch when he tries to move them and his vision is still blurred, but he can make out the girl’s face.
“Very good! The master was getting impatient, i’ll let him know you’re awake!” He wants to tell her to wait, but his tongue feels like lead in his mouth. She leaves him and he is left staring at the ceiling, slowly feeling his body come back to him. His legs he can bend and arms he can lift, his fingers are sloppy in their movement and he can’t properly form his shikigami signs, although he wouldn’t be able to channel his energy anyway.
Using his elbows he manages to sit up and looks down to see himself in a sheer white robe, his legs are mostly exposed and they seem to glisten. He doesn’t know where he is or how he got here. Where was Gojo? The alpha wouldn’t leave him right?
All he remembers was Naobito going over the conditions of his succession, but nothing after the table was cleared. Why was he in this room, near-nude, and feeling like his body was burning? Like his heat was about to start? He got to his hands and knees shakily and tried his best to crawl to the panel door. Megumi, at least, needed to get out of here.
The effort is more than he expected and he has to take in shaky breaths, head pressed to the cool wood floor before he can continue. The omega manages to get to the door and sits back on his heels, opening it to see Naoya grinning down at him.
Shocked, he falls onto his bottom and crawls back and away from the alpha. He’s in a sheer robe too, though the alpha’s is black. Megumi manages to get back to the futon before the man enters the room and shuts the door. “Hello, gorgeous.”
He shudders and brings his hands together, but he’s too slow and the alpha pushes him back into the bedding behind him, forcing his hands above his head. “I will kill your useless cousins if you even try it. Maki and Mai are weak, aren’t they?” A nasty sneer crosses that sinister face and he relents, relaxing. “Good. Now let me get comfortable.”
Naoya goes to the screens on the other side of the room and opens them to a garden. Megumi can see other homes across from them, but he vaguely remembers that there was no one here. “Why?” He manages. “I don’t...I don’t want you.” He pants with the effort of speaking, carefully forming the words to not slur them.
“You’re to be the next head, well I am, but through you. We need young, fresh blood to invigorate the clan again. You’re pretty too so it’s easy enough math. The clan will look at you as a sign of renewal towards strength, beauty, a rebirth for us, and also a new age of Zen’in. With the children you bear for me we will remake this clan.” The alpha stalks forward, his eyes shining mercilessly down at him.
“Really I’m just filling the air with words right now. I’m waiting for my own rut to hit, shouldn’t be but a few moments more with the way your scent is calling to me. You do smell like a dream, Megumi.” The omega feels horror grip him as the alpha kneels over him, knees on either side of his hips, hands grabbing his face, and pulling him up. “I hope you scream.”
The alpha kisses him and he feels tears slip down his cheeks, if he had more energy and power he’d bite down but as is the alpha’s smell is starting to affect him too. It’s disgusting actually, like rotten wood and dirty water. He gags when the man’s tongue licks in deeper and Naoya actually laughs, pulling back and very quickly pulls his robe off of him.
“You’re so pretty. Truly. You’re going to age like fine wine by my side. Although, once the children stop coming, you do know what happens to you right?” He manages to spit in the alpha’s face, but Naoya just smiles and licks the it off his lip. “Maybe I'll keep you just to really break you down as much as possible, but by then I’m sure you’ll have lost all your fire. It’ll be a shame. You do burn so brightly.”
“Don’t touch me.” He growls, panting through the warmth that’s licking all over him, his body giving in as his heat grows closer and closer to completely being upon him. “I will kill you the moment I can.” He hisses and tries to claw at the hands now touching his hips.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d love to, but once we’re mates you won’t be able to lift a finger against me.” A dark chuckle rolls into the air around them and he glares.
“Gojo-” A hand slaps him across the face and he winces.
“Will not be mentioned in this household. He is dead to you, do you understand me? Everyone at that school is. You will live for the clan, for me, and that is all. No more Kugisaki Nobara, no more Gojo Satoru, and especially no more of your little alpha crush.” He feels a nose nuzzles at his gland and he freezes, terrified that the man will bite him. “Don’t make me mad again. I will make you bend, Megumi, but I can do it gently if you let me.”
“Fuck you.” He grits out, trying and failing to kick the man off him. He’s slapped again across the same cheek and the alpha brings a hand to his throat, choking him and making him gasp for air until his vision starts going fuzzy.
“There, now you’ll be a little easier to handle, hmm?” His lungs try to bring oxygen in and his chest rises rapidly, cold hands touching him while he tries to breathe. “I’m quite impressed your heat hasn’t taken you yet. You omegas are such sluts, after all, my scent should have had you rearing to go as soon as you smelled me.”
“You smell disgusting.” He manages through pants and the alpha laughs, bending and kissing his cheek. He tries to shy away, but the alpha follows.
“I’m sorry that my scent will be all you know then.” He wrinkles his nose and tries again to fight back, but the sharp scent of rut catches him and he stills, staring up in fear as the alpha’s eyes glow with terrifying red at him. “Omega.” Naoya growls and rips his own robe off, Megumi manages to kick hard enough to crawl out from underneath him towards the open doorway.
A heavy hand grabs the back of his neck and drags him back. “Get off! Get off!” He screams, trying to push the alpha away. He’s lifted by his neck and the man forces him back to the futon. Throwing him down onto it. “No! Get off me!” He yells, trying to kick at the alpha who grabs his ankles in one hand and bends him in half. Megumi can see that Naoya’s cock is hard, ready to take his virginity, and he desperately tries to move back.
Sharp teeth bite his calf and get him to scream out in pain. “Behave.” Is growled and he’s sobbing, heat rising rapidly in him, he can feel his privates getting wet from the smell of rut in the air, the smell of alpha, even if it’s disgusting.
“Please, please, no.” He begs but the alpha is aligning himself and he sobs, closing his eyes, and waiting for the pain. The alpha stills above him and he looks up to see Naoya looking out the open doorway. His ankles are released from their harsh confines and thrown to the futon, the alpha standing, and approaching the opening.
Megumi can smell another alpha now. Stronger than anything he’s ever smelled before and dark like old spices and cream, tea that has been brewed and left to settle in a room to fill it with fragrance. His pussy pulses at the way that smells fill him and the heat he’s been holding back is rushing forward, mouth panting openly and he gets to his own knees and hands, looking out the open door, crawling towards it without thinking.
“Get back on the bed.” An alpha command vibrates through his brain, but that’s from a weak alpha. His eyes stare at the one in the garden. Four gleaming red eyes staring back at him and white teeth exposed in a feral grin. He knows this alpha but he can’t place him, his mind is slipping quickly now, he can tell. Heat burns through his whole being and all he can do is stare back, panting at the man.
“Alpha.” He manages and a chuckle fills the air, though it is light and full of delight.
“Sorry for the wait, sweetheart. Now let me take the trash out.” The movement is so quick he barely catches it before the two alphas are fighting in the garden. The scent surrounding him lessens with both alphas not being in such close proximity to him, enough for him to pull back from the edge some.
Sukuna. That’s Sukuna.
Fuck, he needs to get out of this crazy nightmare. Where was Yuuji? Why was the curse out and not his friend? He manages to crawl back to the futon, grabbing the sheer robe he’d worn earlier and shakily putting it back on. He can hear the sounds outside dying down and he knows he has to hurry.
He gets ready to call Nue but finds large, warm hands grabbing his trembling digits. “Now, what did you think you were doing?” He slowly looks back at Sukuna who stares down at him with vicious intent.
“Yuuji...what happened to Yuuji?” He manages, mind already fogging as the alpha’s scent seems to fill every crevice of his mind and body.
“You just smell too good, Fushiguro Megumi. The little pup was almost ready to pop his knot as soon as he took a whiff of your heat coming. Can’t fight like that, now could he?” He’s turned around so the alpha can look down at him, he puts him on his feet and they stand together. Sukuna has Megumi pushed close to him and he’s trying his best to not breathe, his legs are shaking from the closeness alone.
His omega knows this alpha is virile, strong, had just proven that. He desperately wants to get away though. Nothing good can come of this. “I told him I’d take care of you right. Your scent is just so delectable though, even I find myself struggling to stay in control, and who would be able to blame me?”
It’s a clear lie. The curse smirks down at him and then brings a clawed hand to his neck. “Now you’re lucidity is a little bit of a problem here. I want to see you drunk off me, to be honest. So take a whiff, sweetheart, it’s what your pussy wants anyway. Never had an omega leak like this just from my smell before. Knew you were special.”
Megumi blushes brightly because he is leaking, slick running heavily down his thighs now. Body ready to make this alpha his mate.
The hand on his neck shoves his nose into the alpha’s scent gland and he can’t stop himself from breathing in. His whole body relaxes, easing in the hold on him until he’s nuzzling into the gland himself and trying to get more of the smell that’s enchanting him so. Warm hands stroke along his back and the heat between his legs and his belly just keeps growing hotter and hotter until he’s panting wetly.
“Su...Sukuna.” He manages and the hand on his neck tightens gently.
“Try again.” The voice is warm in his ear and his mind is so fuzzy, but the way that voice sounds makes him dizzy with want.
“Alpha.” He says firmly, his heat-addled brain feeling silly for not recognizing his alpha earlier. He breathes in deeply, feeling so much better than he’d had with that lesser alpha. Barely an alpha compared to this one. His real alpha.
“Omega.” The word is sighed into his ear and he’s being pulled into a kiss, mouth falling open for the long tongue that eagerly enters it, and touches it tentatively with his own. His alpha is experienced though, he can tell from the way his body is being touched.
A warm hand slides from its spot on his back between his legs, the material of the robe presses against his folds along with clawed fingers. His alpha pulls away from their kiss and smiles down at him. “You’re so wet now. That pitiful thing playing alpha was going to take you nearly dry and all you needed was a good scenting, huh?”
“He smelled bad.” He mumbles, blinking slowly at red eyes that look at him warmly. He feels safe with this alpha, protected.
“Hmm, really? Omega, do alphas usually smell bad to you?” It’s a big question and he’s very horny. Why won’t his mate fuck him? He wants it. His hands twitch as he lifts them touching the man’s chest. “Ah, ah. Answer first.”
“Most of the time.” He mumbles, staring as sharp teeth grin down at him.
“But not mine and not Yuuji’s. Gojo’s either.” The hand on his neck shoves him back into his mate’s throat and he lays his head down, breathing in deeply, eyes half-lidded as the alpha seems to think something over. “Your inner omega knows power. Is drawn to it.”
He purrs gently when the fingers that are pressed against his folds stroke them lazily but continuously. “Good boy, Megumi.” He purrs louder and smells his alpha’s pleasure with him. “You’ll get used to this quickly. It’s so nice isn’t it, scenting your alpha? Wouldn’t want it to stop would you?”
He shakes his head no against that shoulder gently and the fingers at his pussy move to his clit, stroking it continuously and making him moan openly. “That would be terrible, huh, sweetheart? Not when alpha can make you feel so good, right?”
He whines when those fingers leave his clit and bucks his hips forward, head trying to lift, but he’s so content that he doesn’t want to really move. “I can make you feel good all the time, baby, but you have to do something for me.”
His alpha needed something? He lifts his head and tilts it, fingers grab his chin, and he parts his lips when a broad thumb strokes over them. It dives into the heat of his mouth and he sucks on it gratefully, licking at it when it pulls back out. “You completed your domain, go there, and make me a body and you can smell my power forever. Feel warm and content in my arms like this whenever you please.”
Suddenly the alpha’s scent vanishes and he whines loudly, mind confused as to why the warmth and comfort were gone. The safety of that scent vanishing. Had he been bad? He looks up in confusion at the alpha and presents his own throat to appease him, a warm mouth latches to his scent gland and sucks on it.
The scent comes back a little and he sighs, enjoying the mouth on him, but then it’s gone. “Make a contract with me.” The words are harsh in his ear and he frowns, he didn’t want to displease his alpha. “Megumi, you’ll be mine. You can scent me,” That warm safe smell comes back and he breathes in, eyes closing, but just as quickly it’s gone again, “or not. You promise to make me a body and I’ll fill your little pussy up nicely, hmm?”
He’s thrown to the futon and he looks up in surprise at the alpha. “Or we can do this the hard way.” The hard way? That other alpha had said that too, but he liked this alpha. He smelled so good and Megumi’s whole body felt warmer just by being by him. “So what do you say? Make a pact with me and I’ll be gentle, even kind.”
A sharp grin covers the man’s face and his brow furrows. There was no smell again and his mind wavered, remembering once more who this was. “Sukuna.” He gasps shame pooling in his stomach at how wet he is between his thighs. How he’s moaned for the curse.
“Damn, sweetheart, you are a fighter aren’t you?” Not even a minute without my scent and you’re coming back from the depths of it. You were in such a good mind-frame too.” He looks up in fear at the alpha, trying his best to scoot away from him. It’s pointless, he knows. There is no one to save him.
“Get away from me.” He pants and the four-eyed curse laughs merrily.
“Fuck, you’re so cute. You know when you were screaming for that little cum-stain of an alpha to get off you I thought I was going to have to rub one out right there. You do scream so pretty.” A shiver runs down his spine, but he glares. “But again, I do prefer a little more of a content pet personally.”
“Don’t...please, don’t. I don’t want to be yours.” He says heavily as the curse kneels in front of him, roughly grabbing his neck again.
“You will. I think we may have been made for each other. I’ve never liked how omegas smelled until you, Fushiguro Megumi. Now, how about we get you settled again?” The scent punches at his lungs and tears fall down his cheeks, he’s already being eased back to the alpha’s throat.
“Shh, shh, alpha knows best, sweetheart. You’ll learn. After all, this is where you’re safest, isn’t it?” Green eyes become heavy and he breathes gently while his head rests on that broad shoulder. He wants more so he presses his nose against the curse’s throat and moans gently. “Just like that, baby. Breathe me in. I’ll have you addicted in no time.”