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Yuuji knew he was on borrowed time. The frequent hostility from the higher-ups served as a constant reminder that he was a vessel first, human second. Or at least that’s what they believed. With each of Sukuna’s fingers swallowed, the clock ticked onward. Each taste more foul and bitter than the last.
Time went on like a whirlwind, fast and unforgiving. After absorbing nearly all of Sukuna’s power, Yuuji admittedly had difficulty keeping the king of curses at bay. Sukuna kept popping up more frequently, his dark energy growing more prominent. It was a constant war in his mind. Sukuna’s taunting voice was becoming more familiar than Yuuji’s inner monologue. He tried to remain calm, to make it seem like he had everything under control. Despite it all, Yuuji didn’t want to die. Yet it seemed with each passing day, the end was the only sure thing.
He’d been having trouble on missions. Sukuna would take over for a blur of seconds, interrupting his battle strategies and getting himself and others hurt. That of course got the attention of the higher-ups, so it was no surprise that they summoned him for trial. It was pointless really, Yuuji knew he would be executed sooner or later. Had it not been for Gojo protecting him a little while longer, he would have already died.
It still didn’t make much sense then or even now. Gojo hadn’t even known him but had been willing to vouch for Yuuj. He’d gotten his sentence drawn out, giving Yuuji more time to live. No one in his life had ever stood up for him like that.
Gojo was only a few years older than Yuuji, but his power far surpassed anyone he knew. When Yuuji first came to jujutsu high, and when the world of sorcery was all new to him, he admired Gojo from afar. Somehow, despite their difference in rank, Gojo kept popping up in Yuuji’s space. They met more than they should have. Gojo would always come to rescue him from boredom, grabbing Yuuji’s hand and pulling him into an exciting world. That was when Geto was still there, still keeping him in check. The three of them caused havoc, but both Yuuji and Geto helped reign Gojo in more than anything. Having those two as role models helped Yuuji make it this far.
But Geto wasn’t here anymore and Gojo was kept busy with a plethora of missions. Their fun, youthful days had passed. Sometimes it felt like the thread that tied them all together was tangled so badly that he was cut from it. Now, years later, none of them were teenagers anymore. Yuuji was twenty now, which was a miracle in itself. He never imagined he would make it this far, but thankful all the same. He had to wonder if those memories were all he’d have. Even though Gojo was his savior, ultimately, Gojo would be the one to end him too. He was the only one strong enough to defeat Sukuna if the curse decided to make an appearance.
Without realizing it, tears formed at the thought.
Yuuji woke up to Gojo bursting through his apartment door. His heart flipped inside his chest as he coughed from swallowing a scream. It was well into the night and Yuuji had fallen asleep on the couch with the television still on. Sukuna had been messing with his dreams lately, giving him more nightmares than normal. His anxiety had been at its peak, so having Gojo breaking and entering wasn’t helpful. Never mind that Yuuji was in his boxers, the ones with cartoon weiner dogs on them.
“Gojo!”
“Yuuji!” he replied, just as enthusiastic. It was obvious he saw nothing wrong with the lack of knocking. He walked into the living room as if he owned it.“We need to talk.”
The seriousness in Gojo’s voice helped Yuuji forgive him. He sat up from his lazy position on the sofa. Gojo didn’t bother sitting, instead, he paced back and forth. He removed his sunglasses, tossing them to the side. Yuuji watched as they landed on the counter, sliding to the edge, nearly falling off.
“I really should just kill all the higher-ups, and I swear I will,” he said more to himself than Yuuji. That helped Yuuji shake off any remnants of sleep. He pushed himself up off his couch, moving to Gojo’s side.
“Now wait a second, Satoru,” Yuuji said, soft and patient. He only ever called him Satoru when he knew it was needed. Gojo always rolled off the tongue so easily, Satoru felt more like a heavy thing. It meant more to both of them. Yuuji brought his hands up to grab Gojo’s face, forcing those blue eyes to focus on him. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“The hell I can’t,” Gojo replied. He grabbed Yuuji’s hands and placed them into his own. “Do you know what order they just gave me? They want me to execute you tomorrow.”
That stung. Yuuji had been dreading those words. To have them out, to have them placed between them, hurt all the more. Yuuji kept his emotions bottled well. It wasn’t like it was a secret. Not with Sukuna’s recent behavior.
“We knew this was coming,” Yuuji said, though he broke his gaze from Gojo, lowering it to the floor. Gojo didn’t give him the chance, he brought Yuuji’s head back up, tilting it with a firm hand under his chin. Their height difference was great. Gojo seemed to never stop growing, but his heart was stuck in the past, just like Yuuji’s.
“I’m not doing shit for them. I’m not their dog, Yuuji.” Gojo’s tone was ice cold, but he knew the anger wasn’t directed at him. Still, his words had a small fluttering of hope springing to life inside him.
“But Sukuna–”
“I love you Yuuji.”
The world stilled. The soft sound of the television played on, muffled in the background. Yuuji’s heartbeat grew so loud he could hear it pounding in his ears. He wondered if he was still asleep on the couch, dreaming of this desperate desire so he could have peace for the end. Gojo’s hand moved to grab the sides of Yuuji’s arms, squeezing him.
“Gojo–”
“I love you, and if you think I’m going to lose you, lose another person dear to me, you’re wrong.” Gojo’s voice shifted into a dark, pained thing. His brows narrowed as he spoke, the blue of his eyes somehow becoming deeper. “I’m serious about this Yuuji. If anyone deserves to die it’s them. And I know, I know,” Gojo shook his head at Yuuji’s wide eyes. “I know you’ll never let me do that, so I have a plan b instead.”
With the news of his imminent death, the confession of love from someone he always admired, and the threats of murder pouring from Gojo’s lips, Yuuji didn’t know what to respond to first. Sukuna started to mock him, telling him how pathetic he was in his head.
‘Let him kill those old fools, he wants to be your dog, let him.’ But Yuuji tried to push that dark voice away. Gojo loved him, but Yuuji loved Gojo more. He wouldn’t let anyone he loved dirty their hands for his sake. He was the one who swallowed the finger in the first place, it was his mistake to bear.
Instead of refusing, instead of staying strong and pretending like he was okay with dying, he let his honest words spill out.
“I love you too. I love you too and that’s why–”
“That’s why we’ll do plan b,” Gojo said, firm as ever. He pulled Yuuji close to him, locking him in a tight embrace. Yuuji could smell that nostalgic scent he’d come to know as Gojo. That crisp smell of sandalwood and his natural musk. Yuuji rested his head against Gojo’s chest.
“What’s plan b?”
Gojo’s plan b wasn’t something Yuuji could have ever guessed. With sorcery, there were not only different kinds of cursed energy and power, but also seals and bindings. Gojo had long known about one such seal that, when done, would tie two people together completely. Their thoughts, their pain, their souls would intertwin. It had been a practice used for union marriages involving important, powerful people, to help ensure both sides wouldn’t try and murder their intended behind their backs. Loyalty was hard to come by. Though useful, the binding hadn’t been done much since then, and for good reason. The intensity of such a bond seemed too much for humans, not to mention it was a permanent thing. The residue would remain and linger to every life reincarnated after it.
Yuuji listened to Gojo explain it though. He watched the excitement of the plan brighten Gojo’s face as he talked. If Gojo and Yuuji were to be bound together in this way, then Gojo’s power could help keep Sukuna pushed to the background. It was a nice idea, another way to prolong Yuuji’s life, but not a way to save it.
Gojo disagreed. He was adamant about forming this bond, his mind was made up. There were only two outcomes after all, the first one being Yuuji’s immediate execution. Death being so near made people do irrational things.
“And we both love each other, so there’s no problem in performing the seal,” Gojo said matter-of-factly. Yuuji looked up at him with worried eyes. Sukuna was going off in his mind, spouting various curses and threats. If Sukuna didn’t want it to happen, it couldn’t be all bad. Yuuji would be tied to the person he loved most, but at what cost? Gojo was the strongest, but how deep did the counsel’s hatred of him run?
“Yuuji,” Gojo said, he moved closer to the seat Yuuji had been sitting in while listening to plan b. He placed both hands on the armrests of the chair, locking him in. Yuuji had no choice but to look up into those beautiful, blue eyes. “Don’t think too hard about this, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t think it would work. Respect your elders.”
“You’re only two years older than me, and how convenient for you to say when you don’t respect yours,” Yuuji teased, but there was no bite to his words. Sukuna raged on inside him. Each threat was more vicious than the last. Yuuji bit his lip, trying his best to silence Sukuna and Gojo’s narrative. He thought about dying and the finality of death, and he wanted to be a little selfish.
“Alright,” Yuuji agreed. He watched as something sparked in Gojo’s gaze, something almost unhinged but blissful. “How do we perform the binding?”
Gojo’s lips curved into a grin before it grew into a full-blown smile. His white teeth caught Yuuji’s eye as he showed them off.
“So glad you asked.”
Sex. The answer was sex. To have the soul bond completed, both parties would have to be bound in vow, blood, and body.
And Gojo was eager to get on with it. He kicked off his shoes before picking Yuuji up from his seat as if he weighed nothing. He carried him to the bedroom like a bride. This seal was as good as marriage, deeper than. Gojo kicked the door open a little too roughly but promised to pay for damages later. He was certain there would be a later.
Yuuji let Gojo lay him back on the bed. His mind briefly shifted from nervousness to wishing he would have cleaned up more first. His heart was in his throat. The way Gojo looked at him now, it was too intense and unfiltered. Not dissimilar from the way a wolf looks at a stray sheep.
“Gojo, this is permanent, you don’t have to do this for me.”
In the dim lighting of Yuuji’s room, Gojo’s eyes seemed to glow. They pierced through him, seeing straight into his soul. Despite the unnatural way they shined, Yuuji preferred them this way. He always missed Gojo’s eyes when he covered them up. The hall light crept into the room, outlining Gojo’s silhouette as he crawled completely overtop of Yuuji.
“I know you think I’m selfish sometimes, Yuuji,” Gojo said, voice low and lustful. “And you’re right I am, I’m doing this for me. I’ve wanted you all this time. I’m not naturally good like you, I’m hungry, greedy, and tired of holding myself back. Let’s form this bond, I know you’re tired too. Indulge me, Yuuji.”
Yuuji felt the warm press of Gojo’s hand slide underneath his shirt. The sheer size of his splayed hand covered his stomach. Yuuji felt fragile underneath his touch, fragile and precious. He shuddered in a breath when fingertips stroked along his skin. Yuuji was always so sure he would die before experiencing anything like this. Gojo was the one he loved most in this world, his luck seemed too good to be true. He closed his eyes, but a stray tear slipped out, trailing down along the side of his face. Even in the low light, Gojo’s eyes caught it, as did his thumb. He brushed away the tear, pressing a kiss to Yuuji’s forehead.
“If you really don’t want-”
“I want it,” Yuuji interrupted. He opened his eyes and saw his answer above him. “Satoru, I want it.”
Gojo’s lips curved into another devilish grin. He pulled his hand free, shifting himself on the bed. He got back up on his knees before stripping off his shirt. Yuuji watched as pale muscle displayed itself in front of him. Yuuji had seen Gojo shirtless before, but never like this, never when he was on top of him. Never in Yuuji’s bed.
Something in him, like long seeded desire caused Yuuji to move. He lifted his hands until they pressed against Gojo’s heated skin. Gojo sucked in a sharp breath before laughing, taking both of Yuuji’s hands captive and placing them above his head.
“Your hands are cold,” he said, still smiling.
“Sorry,” Yuuji said, unable to pull his hands free. He curled his fingers instead. Gojo leaned down over him, breath hot against Yuuji’s face.
“I’ll warm you up, Yuuji.”
Of that, Yuuji had no doubt. He felt his face flush from the closeness. Gojo kissed him again, rougher than before, and then, he helped Yuuji lift his shirt over his head. Yuuji knew the tent in his boxers was visible and entirely desperate, but he saw a matching bulge in Gojo’s own pants and suddenly felt relieved. When they were both shirtless and ready, there was a heavy pause. Their eyes took that time to roam the exposed part of each other’s body.
“Repeat after me,” Gojo finally said, and all Yuuji could do was nod. Sukuna wailed inside his head, but thankfully, Yuuji held on to consciousness. Sukuna would not interfere.
“By my word, blood, and body. I receive you, all of you, for all eternity.”
By my word, blood, and body. I receive you, all of you, for all eternity.
Gojo seemed pleased with how docile and cooperative Yuuji was being. That wild glint stayed in his eyes like a warning.
“By my word.”
By my word.
Yuuji watched half in horror and half fascination as Gojo pulled a pocket knife from his pants, cutting a line along his palm. Red droplets poured out from the cut, threatening to spill and stain Yuuji’s white sheets.
“Gojo-”
“Lick it,” Gojo commanded, he brought his wounded palm to Yuuji’s face. Yuuji had been swallowing fingers for a while now. Gojo’s blood didn’t seem like too much of a challenge, but he still hesitated. A warm droplet fell from his palm and landed on Yuuji’s lips. Instinctively Yuuji licked the blood away. He opened his mouth for more, sticking out his tongue to trace the line of the cut. Just when he’d had enough, Gojo pulled away. He reached for Yuuji’s hand, doing the same thin cut to Yuuji’s skin. He muttered a soft apology before he sliced. Yuuji flinched at the feel of the blade opening his palm, but Gojo was quick to press his lips against it, kissing away any pain.
Yuuji could feel Gojo’s hot tongue lick along his hand, like an animal chasing its treat. When Gojo pulled away he clasped hands with Yuuji, both of their licked cuts molding together in a tight hold.
“By my blood.”
By my blood.
Yuuji's voice faltered, but he still repeated the phrase all the same. Something was happening, something in the air started to change. Sukuna’s growling was becoming distant. His once clear voice started to sound as if it were being submerged underwater. Yuuji inhaled before taking a long, slow breath as he watched Gojo reach into his pocket again, pulling out a container of lube.
It was obvious Gojo came prepared.
“You always carry knives and lube in your pocket?”
“Only when I know I’ll be seeing you,” Gojo teased back. “You know what comes next, right, Yuuji?”
By my body.
Gojo moved fast, he stood up from his looming position above Yuuji, tossing off any remnants of clothing. Yuuji just lay there, mouth agape as he watched more and more bare skin come into view. He swallowed when he saw Gojo’s free erection. The size of it was long sure, but the thickness seemed impossible.
Unable to pull his attention away, Yuuji vaguely heard Gojo tease him again. Before coming back on the bed, Gojo grabbed Yuuji’s boxers by the waistband. His fingers were hot, but not as heated as Yuuji’s flushed skin. His head was foggy and the adrenaline rushing through his veins seemed foreign, like the sealing was already merging them into one. By the look on Gojo’s face, the bond seemed to be affecting him more. He started to tug down, but Yuuji’s hands moved to keep them up.
“Wait,” Yuuji pleaded. He felt insecure and inadequate to have his penis out in the open after seeing Gojo’s. Yuuji brought his knees up and closed his legs, keeping Gojo out. “Give me a second.”
“Oh darling,” Gojo purred more like a beast, less like a housecat. “There’s no need to be shy around me. This is our wedding night you know, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, and all that. Cling to me, I’ll treat you good.”
The seal needed to be complete, he knew. The rush of nerves seemed impossible to calm. Yuuji lowered his bent legs back down. Gojo’s hands found the waistband of his boxers again, but instead of ripping off the band-aid, he moved to trace the line of Yuuji’s erection with a light touch.
“I can already see the shape of you,” Gojo said, affection dripping with each word. “And I’m in love.”
Yuuji didn’t think he could blush any more than he already was, but having Gojo touch him so lovingly and dirty had him losing it.
Without any further delay, Gojo tugged Yuuji’s cock free and it bounced happily out of its restraint. Yuuji felt the thin fabric of his boxers brush along his legs until he heard the soft thud of them hit the floor. He covered his eyes with his arm but soon had to pull it away when Gojo’s mouth wrapped around the tip.
“Gojo!”
“Call me Satoru,” he said after popping his mouth away from Yuuji’s shaft. He’d never had the warmth of someone’s mouth around him like that before, let alone his long-time crush. He was already close, so embarrassingly untouched before all of this. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes from the pleasure Satoru was bringing him. Satoru continued to suck and lick along Yuuji’s erection until Yuuji made a mess of it.
“Sa- Satoru!”
Yuuji came into Satoru’s mouth. He felt embarrassed but so damn good, as wave after wave of cum poured down his senpai’s throat. Satoru swallowed loudly. Yuuji heard it so profoundly. He watched as Satoru pulled away from Yuuji’s slowly deflating cock, licking his lips but keeping that predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Say it again,” he ordered. His voice was low and on the cusp of true debauchery. Yuuji was dazed and confused as to what Satoru was demanding of him, but then before he could try and scramble a thought into his mind, Satoru moved and flipped him onto his stomach. Yuuji made a gasping sound into his pillow, face smushed against the familiar fabric. There was a hasty sound of a lid snapping off of a container and the smell of gel in the air. Yuuji turned his head to the side in time to see the looming shadow of Satoru hovering above him. Satoru tossed the lube container to the side, but it bounced and rolled onto the floor. The carpet muffled the sound of it.
Yuuji watched him from below, admiring the godlike person he was binding himself to. Satoru came down, and pressed his body against Yuuji’s own, reaching for one of Yuuji’s hands and intertwining their fingers.
Satoru’s breath was right beside Yuuji’s ear, hot and wanting.
“Say it again, call me Satoru.”
A soft few beats of Yuuji’s heart filled the space.
“Satoru,” Yuuji did as he was told. He Could feel Satoru, all of him, but especially the long, hard line of his erection that pressed between Yuuji’s bare ass cheeks. He could feel his power pouring out, the hair standing on the back of his neck as the Gojo Satoru had his teeth so close to his throat.
“That’s it,” Satoru purred into his skin. “That’s my Yuuji.”
He sounded drunk, high off of the way the bond had both of their skin tingling in anticipation of completion.
With his free hand, Satoru squeezed Yuuji’s bottom, lifting his own hips so he could reach his hand in between. Yuuji whimpered when he felt the brush of Satoru’s slick and lubed-up finger against his hole. He knew what came next, but he’d never experienced it before. His cock started to fill to life again. Yuuji slightly started to rock his hips against his comforter.
Satoru pressed a long finger in, pushing past the tight muscle, making Yuuji squirm. It felt so foreign, and it burned just slightly. After seeing the size of what was to come, Yuuji was having a few second thoughts.
“Easy,” Satoru cooed. His body felt glued to Yuuji’s own. Satoru wiggled his finger inside of him as he talked. Another lubed finger tried to join the first one, stretching him open like he’d never been before. “Match my breathing.”
Satoru lay next to him with sweaty, sticky skin. They were both so hot like a searing brand. Their skin rubbed against each other as they breathed in a clumsy rhythm. Yuuji felt he was being torn open and sealed back together with Satoru’s DNA. Yuuji’s erection faltered a few times from the hasty way Satoru was preparing him. Three fingers later, Yuuji couldn’t hold back the drool that pooled from his mouth and onto his pillow. It still stung, just so, but it felt good when mixed with the feeling of Satoru hitting that sweet spot inside of him.
When Satoru pulled his fingers free, Yuuji whined. His brain was mush at that point with Satoru’s electric power so heavy in the air.
“Oh, hush now,” Satoru teased, voice giddy with the power of being on top. He lined up the tip of his cock to Yuuji’s stretched hole.
“By my body,” Satoru said, right before he pressed in. The girth of Satoru burned more than his fingers, but the fullness of it felt better, felt right. Yuuji let out a low moan as Satoru bottomed out. A hand wrapped around Yuuji’s throat, tilting his head upwards to make eye contact with Satoru.
“What do we say, Yuuji?”
“Thank you,” Yuuji replied. Satoru hissed at Yuuji’s words, unable to keep the lustful expression controlled as if he almost released right then.
“By my body,” Satoru said again. At that, Yuuji’s mind started to function for a few seconds, remembering why Satoru was balls deep at the moment.
By my body.
As soon as the last of the vow left Yuuji’s lips, Satoru snapped. Something broke, like a dam holding back raging water. He lifted Yuuji’s hips and plowed into him like a madman. Yuuji could do nothing but wail on Satoru’s cock. The fast pull and push of each thrust felt like a rough massage. Yuuji ground into the blankets beneath him. The build-up was quick. His stomach tightened with another promise of release. Yuuji could hear the grunt and growls behind him, the sounds of Satoru lost in the depths of ecstasy. Yuuji couldn’t help but feel his own effect on Satoru. The lines of their souls merged, blending as if they were always meant to.
“W-wait,” he cried, too late, already spilling over the edge onto the sheets beneath him. He could feel his insides spasm around the thick length that kept pushing its way inside. Satoru let his head fall back, unable to hold on any longer, letting out a long, low sigh as he poured his release into Yuuji.
Bliss.
Yuuji could feel the echo of two hearts beating alongside one another. He opened his watery eyes and realized he could see better than before. The seal was complete and it was final. Satoru pulled out, the obscene, wet sound loud in the quiet of his room. He fell to Yuuji’s side, hand already pushing back his sweaty, silver hair.
Satoru turned his head over, eyes searching for Yuuji’s. They looked at each other for a long while before Yuuji sheepishly smiled at him, and Satoru did the same.
That night, Yuuji dreamt until he found himself in the familiar domain of Sukuna’s. The curse stood there, eyes red and displeased.
“You slut,” he hissed, jumping down from the bone tower, landing in the water below. Waves parted for Sukuna as he came close, hand outstretched to grab Yuuji’s face. There was a pause. Sukuna glared more than before, but his gaze didn’t reach Yuuji’s. Instead, Sukuna looked above him. Yuuji turned around to see the eerie glow of Satoru’s eyes, staring and wishing death to the curse in front of them.
“Shut up,” Satoru said, wrapping an arm around Yuuji’s chest, breaking the domain, and leaving Sukuna stunned. Yuuji dreamed after that, but it was too normal and mundane to remember.
When he woke next, Satoru was already dressed, bandaging back over his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, turning when he heard Yuuji stir awake.
“Satoru–”
“No trial today, Yuuji,” he said, “Sleep in some more. The sealing really wore you out.”
Yuuji blinked at him, still waking up. He lifted his upper body from the bed, the blanket falling down to his waist. The trial. He nearly forgot about it.
“Shouldn’t I still go?” Yuuji asked, rubbing one of his blurry eyes.
“No,” Satoru answered. “I’ll handle it.”
Yuuji bit his lip. The seal was locked in place, the ache of his body a reminder of what they did together.
“Are you sure?”
“You should be more worried for them. Yuuji, what could they do to me? I’m the strongest after all.”
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