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Naoya hates Megumi.
He hates him from the bottom of his heart, he’d never hated something, someone as much as he hates that fucking brat. And that’s saying a lot, he harbors a lot of hate in general, against a lot of people and things. It could be said that hate is the feeling he knows the most. And even like that, Megumi’s the one who he hates the most.
Ever since Naoya knew about this kid’s birth, he had a bad feeling. More than that, he was physically sick. He threw up for days; the whole clan was worried, they called the best doctor, even healing sorcerers, to treat Naoya’s sickness. His body was healed, but not his soul. Megumi’s birth left a permanent scar in the depths of his soul. Naoya eventually realized that, ever since he was born, Megumi keeps on stealing the things that are precious to him.
The first and probably the worst, was Toji.
Naoya was certain he would never forgive Megumi for taking his Toji away from him. Toji, incidentally, had always been his toy, the plaything to help him with his boredom. He was the clan’s shame and dog. Everybody in the family looked down on him, Toji had no voice in the house, he had no rights. So it was only natural Naoya decided to keep him as his toy. Toji was older than him, but age was irrelevant within the clan, the only thing that mattered was strength. Naoya was strong, he was blessed with a good ritual and a good level of cursed energy too. He had higher hierarchy than his older siblings, and than Toji, too.
Toji also happened to be his cousin. The thing about Toji was that he didn’t have any cursed energy, so nobody in the clan gave a fuck about that haughty brat –because, he was a haughty brat– being hit and used as a punching bag; on the contrary, the family seems to approve this.
The first time he saw one of his older brothers hitting Toji, it startled him like nothing before. He was still a little kid, standing in the porch, looking at his brother taking out his fury on their cousin. Naoya didn’t understand what the older did to deserve such a treatment, so he just stayed there, watching. Toji had dark green eyes, Naoya observed, really cold and lifeless eyes. His expression doesn’t change at all when he hits Naoya’s brother and leaves him unconscious on the ground. Naoya took a really good look on his older cousin and he decided in a couple of seconds that he liked to see him covered in blood –his own blood–. He got closer.
“Are you okay, Toji-nii?” He asked, feigning innocence.
“Mind your own business.” The older said without sparing him even a glance.
Now, that annoyed Naoya. From the day he came to this world, he was used to be the center of attention. Everyone would look at him all the time. Everyone were fascinated with his potential and everyone flattered him, all the time. But ever since that day, he became awfully aware that there was one person in that clan that never, nor even once, complimented him. Toji.
It wasn’t a rare occurrence, Naoya discovered, Toji being treated like shit. He just never noticed before, but now he was noticing, and he wasn’t sure what to feel. Toji was in a situation opposite to his, probably no one has ever complimented the teen and looks like he doesn’t need them to, either. Naoya could never fully understand his cousin, since he wasn’t the one being hit and mistreated without a logical reason.
So, his asked his father one day. About the way Toji was treated by the clan. His father only snorted.
“He’s a monkey, he doesn’t have any cursed energy, and those who aren’t even sorcerers are not humans. Especially so if they’re from our clan. He’s a stain to our name, so it’s obvious he’s gonna be treated as the monkey he is. Don’t let it bother you. You’re to be my heir, you have nothing to do with a monkey, you’re from other world.” He said.
Naoya frowned, but understood the situation. He bowed to his father and left the room, looking for Toji. If nobody gave a fuck about him, it meant he was allowed to keep him all for himself.
Thus, Naoya always had his way with him. In every sense. Toji had no other choice but to please him, even when he was rebellious and the smirk never left his pretty face, no matter what he made the older go through. Toji always put up with his sadistic games, He was such a good pet.
Getting close to him was the difficult part, since Toji never looked at him. Naoya would rather die before saying it out loud, but he was desperate to get his cousin’s attention. So he just entered in his room one night. Since Toji was almost non part of the clan, he had a small room, away from anything else in the property. When he slid the door open, Toji was there, sitting on his futon, bandaging his wounds. That was probably the first time the older looked at him, his eyes were dead cold, hate written all over them, that gaze made Naoya’s soul shiver, but he stood his ground.
“What are you doing here?” Toji asked, returning his eyes to his wounds.
“I came here to play with you.”
“Leave.” He commanded tersely and stood up to grab his wrist and making him go out, but Naoya didn’t move one bit.
“If you don’t let me stay here, I’ll tell my father you punched me.”
“I don’t care. I’m not afraid of a weakling who can’t even fight himself. I’m not afraid of your father either.” Toji- had a point, much for Naoya’s displeasure.
“I’ll stay.” He said, more confident than ever.
That night, the young heir demanded Toji showed him his true power. He wasn’t weak, Naoya knew that, he had seen him knock people out without even blinking. Toji smirked and said that, if he showed him his power, he would die. Naoya believed this, because it was true. He sat on the other’s lap and continued chatting with him all night long. It was like discovering the world. Getting to know how the world looked like through Toji’s eyes was totally new for him, something different, as if he was finally closing the gap between the two of them, suddenly feeling the hate run through his veins, becoming well aware of what their clan did to his cousin, to his pet from that moment on.
He continued to sneak in the other’s room at night at least once a week. Every time he entered the room, Toji looked annoyed he was there, but he never tried to make him leave again. For Naoya, it was like having two lifes. He was rude to his cousin in front of everyone else, actually enjoying looking at him bleed. But once they were alone, he was somehow tender to him, sometimes, so Naoya wondered if he was able to have more feelings than just hatred alone. Sometimes he sat on the other’s lap at night and press his fingers hard in the others wounds, trying to make him scream, trying to make him bleed. Sometimes he licked the wounds, sometimes he would even press his lips against the rough skin, trying to make him flinch. Trying to make him look at him. In the end, the true issue was that, even now, Toji was not looking at him.
The thing about Naoya was that nobody ever taught him how to love, or how to be compassionate. Their family was full of hatred, envy and resentment. Affection was not something common in that house, let alone love. Everyone praised and respected him, but nobody ever gave him love. He didn’t know at all that there were other ways to show interest or affection; and it seemed Toji only payed him a little attention whenever he was cruel to him. So it was the obvious thing that, as time passed by, Naoya’s night visits became more wrecked.
Naoya was training one day, years later. His father and older brothers were all looking at him. It was now evident he had a lot more potential than any of them, he inherited his father’s ritual and was making a good use of it. He was already grade semi one despite being young. Unlike those siblings he now hated so much, he hated fighting with cursed weapons, he had a ritual, so there was no reason to use them. Then, his eye caught glimpse of Toji passing by and he stopped on his training.
“Toji-kun!” He called out. Naoya no longer called him nii-san but kun even when Toji was older. Everyone assumed it was to make fun of the older and nobody seemed to notice the affection on it. As soon as he heard his name, Toji looked annoyed.
“Why are you calling that asshole?” His brother complained.
“You shut up.” Toji looked as if he was trying to decide whether to come closer or just leave, but eventually, he came closer.
“What do you want?”
“Fight me. I’m training and want to test my abilities on you.”
“Oh, so showing off in front of your father, are we?” His father said. “All right, let me see you kicking this bastard’s ass.”
“Heh, so that’s why you called him here, to kick his ass in front of everyone? Cruel as ever, little brother.” His brother said, but that only made the hate inside Naoya grow stronger: they were underestimating Toji, as always. They all knew about Toji’s heavenly restriction, yet, they were all stupid enough to believe cursed energy and rituals were all that mattered. His family was blind enough not to see Toji’s obvious potential, despite not having cursed energy. That’s why he hates sorcerers who uses cursed weapons; their ritual must be enough to thrive. Cursed weapons should only be allowed to the ones who didn’t inherit a ritual, the ones as Toji.
“Nao.” Toji said to him, drawing only his attention, the younger looked right into the ever cold, lifeless eyes. “I’m not holding back.” Naoya nodded. He understood, he was the only one who truly understood Toji, his strength, his potential.
He regretted it. Even with his ritual, even with his power, he couldn’t do anything but be defeated. Left on the ground with his aching body, humiliated before the clan he is to lead someday.
“Cocky brat. Don’t get full of yourself!” The members of clan screamed and took a grip on Toji.
“Take him to the curse trench!”
“Let’s see if you’re so brave against those monsters! Fucking brat, so cocky getting to hit someone younger than you.”
Naoya was never so embarrassed as he was that day. That was not Toji’s fault; he only did exactly what he said he would: not holding back. It was only Naoya’s own fault for not being strong enough just yet. So as soon as he could get back up, he wiped away his blood and ran to the curse trench, where they dumped his cousin to see him against those monsters.
“Give him a weapon.” He said coldly, without taking his eyes off of him.
“He doesn’t deserve one after he dared hitting you.”
“He doesn’t have cursed energy; he can’t exorcise them. No matter how strong he is, he’ll die.”
“Does it matter?”
Naoya felt a wave of hatred run all over his body. Does it matter? Of course it does! Fucking idiots so full of themselves just because of their mediocre cursed energy.
Naoya is fast. That’s why he could deprive his brother from his cursed knife in the blink of an eye and throw it to Toji. The older looked up to him with hate clear as ever in his dark eyes.
“Hey Naoya, that’s mine!” His brother complained.
“Let’s see if that’s enough for him to get out alive.”
Toji did get out. Covered in blood, with a large, deep wound on his lips. Naoya couldn’t get enough of that sight. Toji covered in blood was his favorite thing in this world. His heart throbbed. There was no a single curse standing alive.
He hurried to Toji’s room that night. Toji was already in his futon trying to sleep. He didn’t even wait for the other to sit up, he just closed the door and all but pounced onto the other, going directly to lick his fresh wound on his face. Toji hissed.
“What the fuck Nao?” he tried to push him away, but Naoya slapped him, Toji probably was every second more confused.
“I want to do it.” He commanded, taking a seat on Toji’s hips, who was now lifted on his elbows. Dark green eyes hardened at the understanding of what the it was.
“You want them to kill me for real? I guess you understand what will happen to me if I so much as lay a finger on you.”
“Shut up. Don’t you question me! You’re a dog, you’re my pet, you just do what I want!” Toji looked bewildered for a brief moment before something dark appeared in his lifeless eyes.
“Keep it quiet, you’ll wake up the servants.”
“As if I give a fuck about waking them up.”
“Even if they tell your father what you came to do here?” Naoya bit his lip, Toji- he had a point. Naoya had to be seen as the best one of his father’s sons, he wanted to be the next head of the clan, if something like this is discovered… he may not be able to keep on living in that house.
“Then shut up and be mine.” He leaned on to lick the wound on the lips again, Toji still hadn’t move. Naoya stared down, the bored eyes were seeing him, but Naoya still had the feeling he wasn’t actually looking at him. All it took was a second for him to feel both aroused and desperate, so he bit on those lips, kissing roughly, letting his hands wander through all the other’s body, wanting to feel, to scratch, to grab, to hold, to have something, until Toji pushed him away.
“You sure you want this? There will be no coming back.” Toji’s eyes were still as bored as ever, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to think too much in that moment about just how miserable he was for he could not make him look alive, he could not make him look at him. He only wanted to be touched, he craved that touch for years now.
He didn’t respond, he only used his slightly trembling hands to try to get rid of the other’s yukata. And Toji touched him. Finally, those large, rough, warm hands were all over him. They stripped Naoya down in a heartbeat. They were not gentle. But it didn’t matter because Naoya didn’t know what gentleness was anyway. His cousin flipped him, pressing him to the futon, as if not to see his face. Toji took Naoya’s cock in hand, making him gasp in surprise, while leaning on him, so he was trapped.
“Toji-kun…” He breathed when the other stroked him and pressed two fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet, or to lick them, Naoya wasn’t sure so he licked all the same.
He was really surprised when Toji took out his fingers from his mouth, drool spilled on the pillow and he pressed a finger against his entrance. He should have expected that, but it was still surprising.
“Toji-kun…” He said again with a pathetic whimper and the older let go of his dick.
“What?” Toji asked right in his ear.
“Don’t… don’t stop… touching me.” He squeezed his eyes as he intruder finger went deeper and deeper inside him.
“Uh? Don’t you think you have to apologize first?” Apologize? Naoya was barely hearing now, too focused on the sensations all over his body, it took him a few seconds to process it.
“Apologize? To a dog like you? Know your place!” But he got spanked hard just then. “Uh?” Before he could move, Toji sat up, taking out his finger and pressing his foot against Naoya’s back to keep him in place, his hands were still trapped bellow his body.
“If you move I won’t fuck you.” Toji teased, dared.
“You filthy anim- Ah!” Another spank.
“Jeez, you’ve been such a bad boy today Naoya.” Another one. “First you make me waste my time with you, then I got punished because of you, and now you come to my room to demand my dick. You’re such a brat, aren’t you?” And he spanked him again, the younger’s cheeks were already all red, but this one was hard enough to bruise.
“S-stop!”
“Apologize.” He pressed his foot harder.
“Go to hell.”
“Fine.” Another spank, harder. Tears were streaming all over Naoya’s face.
“Fuck you.” He whispered.
“Hm? Did you say something?” He lifted his hand again.
“No!” He sobbed, his trembling hands were gripping hard on the sheets. This was- this was totally humiliating! He- Toji, he shouldn’t be allowed to do something like this to him, Naoya was his master, his owner. Then why? Why he was impossibly hard then?
“I’m still waiting for an apology, Naoya.”
“Sorry.” He sobbed, it was barely audible.
“I didn’t hear you, what?”
“S- sorry!” He cried out and turned his head to see the other. “I’m sorry so fuck me already.” Toji scoffed.
“Still a cocky brat, but that’ll do for now.” He kneeled between Naoya’s legs and pressed his finger back inside him. It was dry now, so it hurt, but Naoya decided not to complain. After a little while of moving his finger around, he inserted a second one to scissor him open. “Relax, you’re making it harder to yourself.”
Naoya listened to the voice he liked so much and did just was told. When Toji felt him relaxing, he stood up and went to his closet.
“What are you…”
“Shh.” Toji took out a lube bottle and came back to him. “Be grateful I’m being considerate with you.” He spread the lube on his own thick dick and pressed it inside Naoya. He thought for a moment that he would die, the stretch was so much, Toji was so big, once again, there were tears in the corners of his eyes. Once he was all the way in, Toji gave him what felt like the first sign of affection from him: He caressed his hair and back, while pressing soft kisses at his jawline.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He soothed him with his deep voice and Naoya wanted nothing but drown on it; he relaxed, leaning to the touch and the kisses. The display of affection lasted just one minute, though, and soon, Toji was thrusting hard, a crazy pace; taking the younger by the shoulders for leverage and soon Naoya was crying and moaning again.
By the time they were done, Naoya doubted he could ever walk again, but in that moment that didn’t matter either, because he was as well convinced the feeling in his chest right now was love. He cuddled closer to Toji.
“Go back to your room. They’ll notice you’re gone.”
“Don’t care.”
“Go.” But Naoya always had his way with him, in every sense. So he stayed.
This became a normal part of his weekly visit to his cousin’s room. Sometimes it was more than once a week, when he felt like he needed more Toji.
He came to discover he liked when Toji was hard and rough to him, so their sessions were mostly savage. But he still craved to feel something like the first time, that sign of affection. It never came, but that didn’t matter, Toji always pleased him, he was the best pet ever. Everything was fine.
Until the day Toji left the clan.
Naoya couldn’t believe it at first, but then realized it was true and he felt the hate rushing back to his veins, he felt- he felt betrayed. He was totally angry about that, but he couldn’t just let his god run away. Naoya was fast, there was no way in hell Toji could simply scape from him. So he chased after him, it didn’t matter where he ran to, Naoya could run faster, his ritual granted that.
He found him in Saitama. It was pretty far from Kyoto, but not far enough for him not to go. And when he finally had Toji in his grasp again, he made sure to punish him for his misbehavior. Toji looked annoyed, angry even when he saw Naoya’s face, but he still didn’t try to make him leave the sorry excuse of a house he had by the moment. That was the first time things were different: he wasn’t punished by Toji but punished him instead and Toji didn’t complain, he didn’t complain at all either when Naoya was bouncing on his dick hours later, with him still stained with his own blood. Still, it didn’t go unnoticed to Naoya that Toji was still not looking at him, if anything, his eyes looked more distant than ever.
Eventually, Naoya had to go back to Kyoto, but before he left, Toji asked if he had some money he could lend. Naoya looked down on him and commented he still was nothing but a dog, but he gave him some money all the same. He wasn’t expecting him to pay him when he returned home.
Thus, even if Toji left the clan, they could still play so he didn’t care about it so much, or he tried not to think about it so much.
However, when Megumi came to this world, everything changed. His doom came in the form of a loathsome baby, so small and fragile. And still Naoya knew Toji loved it. He loved his damn son more that he could ever love Naoya, if he ever loved him at all. He choked on his words. As soon as his body was recovered from the sickness that came with Megumi’s birth, he hurried to Saitama again to– he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do there. Meet his nephew?
It was the most horrible thing in this world. But he only spared him a glance, he was there for Toji.
When he found out about that kid, he tried not to think about it so deeply, he tried to continue with his life as if everything was alright. Except, it wasn’t, so he had to see him– Toji.
And it wasn’t alright because when he tried to play with his ever obliging pet, for the first time, he refused. This startled Naoya more than anything in this world. He was not used to being told no. He even tried to force him, but Toji for the first time, put a stop to him. Naoya Just looked at his green eyes confused, but he eventually understood Toji was being serious there.
Toji told him he now had a responsibility, something to live for, and that, sure as hell wasn’t him. Toji, now a widowed father, had to take care of his newborn. Toji was choosing a fucking baby over him.
He hated Megumi ever since.
He couldn’t stand the mere idea of his living. He was something that shouldn’t exist in this world to begin with. Because, why the fuck did Toji think he had the right to go and have a fucking child? Who gave his dog the right to go and hook up with someone else and leave evidence of it?
Naoya hated Megumi. It was because of that damn kid that Toji didn’t pay him attention anymore.
Then he decided he would go stronger than anyone in that family, so he could force Toji back to the clan when he becomes the next leader.
.
The second was his pride. The second thing Megumi stole from him.
His hatred for Megumi was renewed yet again a few years later. His father bought Megumi. And for such a high price too! Just, what the actual fuck? Did that mean his father thought he wasn’t strong enough to take care of the duties of the clan? Did he father think Megumi was better, than him? Naoya couldn’t– wouldn’t allow be seeing as inferior than that kind from all the people, never, not even in a thousand years.
He would welcome the damn brat by killing him straightaway. He didn’t need that nuisance around in the house. Megumi couldn’t come to his house and act as if he was a part of the clan, as if he had rights in that house at all, as if he had the rights that, for so many years, were denied to Toji.
Naoya demanded an explanation from his father, but he only got beaten up, and was reminded that he owed respect to his father, and that he wasn’t allowed to question his decision. When he went back to his room, he was full of hate once again. Hate for that fucking kid who stole his Toji. Naoya was making such a great effort for the sake of being with him again.
But just then, Naoya thought about something: This sell only meant that Toji finally got rid of his son. He would be free now. Toji had to have done this so nothing could distract nor stop him from being with him anymore. Toji gave up his son so they could be back together. Naoya almost cried out of happiness when he figured that out. He would go back to Saitama in a few days to see him, to talk to him, to feel him again, after all these years.
This only meant everything would be alright now.
But, again, it wasn’t.
He never saw Toji again. Thanks to the second thing he hated the most, Gojo Satoru. The damn brat from the Gojo clan.
But now, Naoya couldn’t thing in his hatred all that much because was faced to the fact he could never see Toji again, he would never play with him again. He was just gone. That was the grim reality. What should he do now? He thought about it for a while, but he always came back to the answer that he wasn’t about to cry a dog’s death, so the obvious thing was to just move on with his life; at least, he didn’t have to see Megumi, because he wouldn’t come to the clan after all. But who cares?
Really, who cares? This was all a joke, a game, and it was starting to get boring after all, he hadn’t see Toji in a really long while, it was already a boring game. So fuck Toji and fuck his death and fuck Gojo Satoru and fuck Toji’s damn son. He still had to become the clan’s head.
So he just kept on living, that was the obvious thing, the only thing he could do after Toji’s death. Keep on living, improve, become stronger, why? He wasn’t sure anymore, but he was certain he couldn’t leave the clan in the filthy hands of his brothers or uncles, let alone his female cousins. They all were stupid and weak, they didn’t understand, really, if they had understood Toji’s potential, the power of his heavenly restriction, he would be home today. So he worked harder than anyone, he kept going stronger.
.
That’s why, when his father’s will was read, his blood ran cold when he heard Megumi would be the next head of the clan. It– it had to be some kind of fucked up joke. And it really was, for he now was convinced Megumi existed only for the sake of taking everything from him.
But that ends now.
He wouldn’t accept losing more things to him. So he looks for him. He looks for Megumi to kill him with his bare hands. This is something he has to do, he has to.
So he remains very still when he finds him and finally those green eyes look back at him. Naoya stares into those eyes for the very first time. Not Toji’s, but Megumi’s, he has to remember himself. But they’re so impossibly alike.
He sees, really sees Megumi, he observes this hellish being that goes around wearing the exact same face as Toji and his exact same expressions, looking back at him with the same bored eyes that haunt him every night, and suddenly Naoya scowls and gets into his fighting position.
This ends now.