It feels as though he's burning from the inside out, far worse than when he'd first taken Sukuna into his body and felt all those changes. It's agonising, and it rips through him in pulses - want, desire, the urge to be taken care of but also to just be taken, wanting more but not having anything to help. Thus far, nothing he's done has helped ease it, and he's curled up in bed, whimpering and shivering.
Despite how hot he is, he feels painfully alone, the thread of hurt tingling down his spine like a cold chill.
When his phone buzzes, it takes Yuji a little while to manage to reach out and get it, feeling sore. ]
[ It doesn't make Megumi feel any better that it takes more than a few moments for Yuji to text back, because he knows the other boy can't be doing much other than lying miserably in bed, right? And the response isn't reassuring. As much as Yuji exaggerates, Megumi knows he's going through it.
And he hates that? It takes him a minute to recognize the strength of the emotion for what it is, directed at the idea of Yuji suffering. Sure, that's life as a sorcerer, but dealing with heat is different – and the idea makes something feel different inside him. Megumi has never had to reckon with his position as an alpha like this before, and he's definitely never been around an omega that he's had such a powerfully strong urge to... what? Protect?
Fuck, this is a lot. ]
Are you staying hydrated? Have you eaten anything?
[ It feels like this entire body is twitching, desperate for something he's never had before - he's not sure how it knows so keenly what it needs, the painful desire to be filled and taken, but instinct is grinding him into overdrive. It feels like far too much, and the lump in his throat seems to grow even more. It's probably a good thing they're texting and not calling, because all Yuji would be able to do is moan.
The urge to do something about it overtakes him, but he knows it won't be good enough, he knows it's not going to make him feel any better. He needs an alpha, or he needs to try and sleep through this in whatever way he possibly can. It's going to be agonising, but...
[ Well, he hates that just as much, if not more. Keeping Yuji fed is one of the small-yet-easily-deniable ways Megumi has found for extending care to the other teenager, a weird instinct Megumi hasn’t been able to ignore around him since Yuji swallowed that finger. The protective flare in his chest surges stronger, and Megumi grinds his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he resists the urge to get up and storm next door. ]
Don’t neglect basic necessities right now. You have to take care of yourself.
[ … that… does not convey the full level of Megumi’s concern. In fact, it probably seems quite cold.
Shit.
Because he doesn’t want to make Yuji feel worse, another text quickly follows: ]
[ The words - the offer - thrum through him and Yuji knows what he wants, more than anything, but he can't ask Fushiguro for that. He can't make that kind of demand, and it makes him groan, low and deep. Every part of him is aching, feverish, and it feels as if he might snap into pieces if he's not careful.
All the same... ]
im trying its just really hard to focus you know
i really really wish i had an alpha here to help me fushiguro im going insane
[ Fuck. Fuck! Megumi smashes his pillow against his face momentarily, his teeth grinding as he wars with himself over how to handle this— ]
I can come over, if you want.
[ If Yuji wants; it feels selfish to act on his own instincts when Yuji could have something – someone – else in mind entirely. Yuji just say "an alpha," not Megumi specifically, so it's fine if Yuji was thinking about another person or just needing... anyone. It's not about Megumi, and he doesn't want to undercut everything Yuji is wrestling with for the first time.
(Even if something inside him feels sick and hot and furious at the idea of Yuji with someone else right now. Megumi reels that back as quickly as he can.) ]
[ Yuji didn't really mean to make Fushiguro feel as though he had to give in to this, but at the same time...
He can't really deny that he wants it, too. He does want Megumi to be the one to come over and take care of him. But only if that's what his friend wants, because from the little that Yuji knows about being an omega, apparently sharing a heat with an alpha is a big deal. It means something. He doesn't want to risk their friendship just to overcome a little bit of discomfort when he could definitely handle it himself if he tried hard enough. ]
do you want to? im not gonna make you do something you dont want even for me! softie fushiguro
[ Megumi has to do some fishing around for the key, but he doesn’t waste anymore time leaving his dorm behind. (He doesn’t even remember to lock it on his way out.)
Thank fuck Gojo put them right next to each other (was that on purpose? Hello?), so it’s only a few quick steps before Megumi is unlocking Yuji’s door instead. Walking inside, he calls immediately, ]
Itadori?
[ Hm. Lump of blankets on the bed looks promising. ]
[ Yuji perks up as soon as he hears the door opening, shifting to try and poke his head out of the little nest he had managed to make for himself in the middle of the fever and the aching. It's nothing spectacular, but it's his first go, so he's happy enough with it.
He'll be even happier once Fushiguro joins him in it, and he shifts, moving so there's space for the other boy to come and join him, hair a pink mop stuck to his skin. ]
[ Yuji's scent is impossible to ignore in the room, and Megumi does his best not to let the cloying sweetness of pheromones fully override his senses. But whatever hesitation he had evaporates when he's faced with the sweaty, feverish, miserable puddle of his best friend; he doesn't even think twice about crossing the room, climbing onto the bed and insinuating himself immediately in the space Yuji made for him.
Instinct and impulse drives Megumi now, overthinking abandoned in favor of wrapping his arms around Yuji without even asking. He should ask, he should be more mindful – all of those extra reminders about being careful and thoughtful nearly forgotten as soon as he touches Yuji. ]
You could've texted me earlier, if it was this bad.
I didn't want to make you do something you didn't want.
[ As soon as Megumi is close enough, Yuji is pressing into him, overheated body sliding into the other boy's arms as he whines in relief. Even though they haven't done anything, the comfort of an alpha's arms and scent is enough to ease some of the thrumming, painful instinct inside of him to go and find one - because one has come to take care of him. It's blissful relief.
Even as he speaks, Yuji is wiggling closer, letting his hands start to trail up Megumi's shirt, nose nuzzling into his neck to scent him properly, to chase the high of alpha. ]
[ As much as Megumi might usually balk at such sudden and intense physical touch, nothing sets off alarm bells or raises his hackles with Yuji now; instead, his senses are swarmed with the relief of skin contact. Thoughtlessly, he rubs his chin against the top of Yuji's head before nosing into his sweaty hair, fully unbothered by how feverish the other boy is.
Well, unbothered other than worrying relentlessly, but Megumi can't shut that off. ]
Idiot. [ He sighs as his arms tighten around Yuji, powerfully protective. His reluctant admission sounds a little gruff, but no less heartfelt, ]
[ Yuji groans softly. Could he have been with Megumi this whole time? For the hours that he has been suffering and aching, could the two of them have been together? It makes him pout a little, the fact that he's been alone for so long, but he gets over it quickly enough, leaning up to kiss at Megumi's jaw, across, towards his mouth.
He might be pushing his luck, but he wants it. ]
Then I'm yours. You can have me, as much as you want, all of me.
[ A dangerous thing to say to an alpha when you're in heat, he bets. ]
[ The most dangerous thing. So much so that Megumi himself is taken aback by the roaring flare of approval in his chest, the shudder that runs up his spine. One hand shifts, grabbing Yuji by the nape of his neck to drag him back, forcing those hazy eyes to meet Megumi's own; the alpha's pupils are blown so wide blackness nearly swallows the thin ring of blue. ]
Don't offer that.
[ His voice is practically a growl. ]
When you're like this— [ He stops himself, grimacing as he tries to gather his thoughts again – but fuck, it's hard when everything inside him is screaming claim claim claim. ]
You might– regret it later.
[ There, that's what he was trying to say. He doesn't want Yuji to find himself in a position now that might... destroy their friendship after all this is over. ]
[ The immediate reaction has Yuji humming in contentment, the way he lifts his head to look at Megumi. He looks so into this, into Yuji - it might not be fair to tease him, bully him like this, but it makes him feel excited to push and push. He wants to see this alpha, the one he desires, fall apart for him and demand more, to take and take.
It makes him yearn, and he groans softly. ]
But I mean it. Do you think there's anyone else I want?
[ As if there's anyone other than Megumi that could ever make him happy... ]
I liked you already. You're the only one I've been thinking of.
[ Oh no. It's like pouring gasoline on embers, a flashfire blaze that swallows the remaining tinder of Megumi's anxiety. Yuji wants him, not any available alpha, not a classmate or another sorcerer or— anyone else. He wants Megumi.
Before he can even second-guess himself, Megumi lunges forward, throwing his weight into Yuji to pin him to the bed amidst the fluffy nest of blankets. He immediately ducks close, seeking the slope of Yuji's neck and the pounding of his pulse, the intoxicating scent better than any drug imaginable. No apologies, no asking permission – taking, instead of listening to his more human impulses.
He inhales long, deep, breathing out a low snarl. ]
Tell me— to stop. [ When Yuji wants him to, if he does. ]
[ If Yuji was more aware of himself he would know just what kind of trouble he's causing - but right now, he's too wrapped up in Megumi, the way he feels, the smell of his pheromones, the feverish temperature of his skin. He doesn't make any sound of protest as he's shifted, pinned into the bed, his eyes wide and nose flaring as he drinks in the wonder that is Megumi.
Tilting his head, he bares himself, the soft skin of his neck, the scent gland, the things that he should keep secret and safe from alphas when he is in heat. With Megumi, though, there is no hesitation, no pause, nothing to stop him from giving himself over to the person he wants most.
Opening his hips, he wiggles, letting Megumi have space to slot against him, his eyes closing as he tilts back. ]
[ This is basically an alpha’s fucking wet dream – but neither of them are prepared for the reality of an omega in heat getting exactly what he wants. Megumi, however, is caring less and less about “best interests” or “safety,” especially when his mouth naturally finds that tantalizing scent gland at the join of Yuji’s shoulder. He wants so badly to sink in his teeth, to stake his claim on his omega—
He groans, his body covering Yuji and fitting between his thighs so comfortably, like Megumi was meant to be there. Megumi also didn’t realize how much his own need was singing and aching to be close to Yuji, fixated on his best friend’s well-being; when Megumi grinds down now, his cock is already tenting his sweats, and the friction nearly knocks the wind from his lungs.
Yuji trusts him – which is why, when Megumi bites down, he picks a spot higher on Yuji’s neck, intentionally avoiding that enticing scent gland. Megumi’s instincts scream otherwise, but he’s trying not to make a choice for them both in the heat (ha) of the moment.
[ Yuji is still too foreign to this world of alphas and omegas; running on instinct and what little Gojo-sensei and Ieiri-san had been able to tell him isn't really enough, but he's doing what he can to make it work. It means that he can put all his trust in Megumi, however, and let himself bask in the fact that he will be taken care of and cherished, because there's no way that Megumi would ever hurt him on purpose. He doesn't believe that for a second.
As soon as the other boy is settled and biting at his neck, Yuji is rocking his hips up, rolling against him in a slow grind, as if he's already got a cock deep inside of him, and he's riding it. He can feel the pressure of Megumi's dick against him, and he hisses, pressing down to chase the feeling and try and earn the right to have it for himself.
He wants all of Megumi - every last bit of him.
The bite has him groaning aloud, almost thrashing, as his hands reach up to start pulling at clothes desperately. ]
[ Clothes – who needs those bitches? The only reluctance Megumi feels about Yuji’s demand is that it requires him to release the new mark on the omega’s neck.
His teeth didn’t draw blood – yet – and he avoided the open invitation of Yuji’s unclaimed scent, but he finally lets go to briefly disentangle himself. He doesn’t climb out of the nest, but he yanks off his sweater, kicking down his sweats and completely ignoring wherever the hell they end up on the floor.
When he closes the space between them again, the contact of skin-to-skin makes Megumi growl with approval. He slots himself against Yuji, his cock grinding along the groove of the omega’s hip, throbbing already. Leaning in for a searing kiss, Megumi gives his next husky order against Yuji’s lips, ]
[ As soon as there’s a press of skin on skin, Yuji is moaning softly, his body instinctively seeking out more and more of it. He wants to feel Megumi’s touch all over his body, wants to feel him on every inch of his skin. He’s desperate for it, even more than he had been when this had just been a fantasy. He wants to be touched, to be kissed, taken, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it.
Hips twitching, grinding forward, he watches as Megumi bares himself, licking his lips. He’s perfect, a perfect alpha, and the neediness is going to kill him.
There’s no hesitation, though. As soon as he’s given the command, Yuji shifts his weight, turning around. He’s already damp from sweat, but it’s clear as well that he’s wet elsewhere, wanting and needing to be filled.
[ The sweet smell of Yuji's slick is overpowering like this, clouding Megumi's senses all over again. He runs a hand up the plane of a well-muscled back, sliding down and possessively grabbing a palmful of the omega's ass, squeezing.
Mine.
Fingers dip lower, and Megumi's breathing catches at the first touch of just how wet Yuji is. Another rush of desire and claiming instinct follows as his fingers find Yuji's hole, exploring, teasing, smearing more of that slick and only intensifying the cloying scent in the dorm. ]
[ If he wasn't in heat, this would be mortifying, turning over and baring himself for Megumi to look at, letting his questing fingers touch and explore, to do whatever he wants with his body. Yuji can feel himself practically dripping, the slick staining the inside of his thighs and making him want more, and his cock twitches between his legs.
Arching his back a little more, he nods his head. ]
I couldn't eat anything, I just wanted...
[ This. He wanted Megumi to touch him, to take him, to love him. ]
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It feels as though he's burning from the inside out, far worse than when he'd first taken Sukuna into his body and felt all those changes. It's agonising, and it rips through him in pulses - want, desire, the urge to be taken care of but also to just be taken, wanting more but not having anything to help. Thus far, nothing he's done has helped ease it, and he's curled up in bed, whimpering and shivering.
Despite how hot he is, he feels painfully alone, the thread of hurt tingling down his spine like a cold chill.
When his phone buzzes, it takes Yuji a little while to manage to reach out and get it, feeling sore. ]
i hate this and i want to die
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And he hates that? It takes him a minute to recognize the strength of the emotion for what it is, directed at the idea of Yuji suffering. Sure, that's life as a sorcerer, but dealing with heat is different – and the idea makes something feel different inside him. Megumi has never had to reckon with his position as an alpha like this before, and he's definitely never been around an omega that he's had such a powerfully strong urge to... what? Protect?
Fuck, this is a lot. ]
Are you staying hydrated? Have you eaten anything?
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The urge to do something about it overtakes him, but he knows it won't be good enough, he knows it's not going to make him feel any better. He needs an alpha, or he needs to try and sleep through this in whatever way he possibly can. It's going to be agonising, but...
Hands shaky, sweaty, he tries to focus. ]
i got water
i can't eat right now
tastes bad
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Don’t neglect basic necessities right now.
You have to take care of yourself.
[ … that… does not convey the full level of Megumi’s concern. In fact, it probably seems quite cold.
Shit.
Because he doesn’t want to make Yuji feel worse, another text quickly follows: ]
Can I do anything?
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All the same... ]
im trying
its just really hard to focus you know
i really really wish i had an alpha here to help me fushiguro
im going insane
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I can come over, if you want.
[ If Yuji wants; it feels selfish to act on his own instincts when Yuji could have something – someone – else in mind entirely. Yuji just say "an alpha," not Megumi specifically, so it's fine if Yuji was thinking about another person or just needing... anyone. It's not about Megumi, and he doesn't want to undercut everything Yuji is wrestling with for the first time.
(Even if something inside him feels sick and hot and furious at the idea of Yuji with someone else right now. Megumi reels that back as quickly as he can.) ]
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He can't really deny that he wants it, too. He does want Megumi to be the one to come over and take care of him. But only if that's what his friend wants, because from the little that Yuji knows about being an omega, apparently sharing a heat with an alpha is a big deal. It means something. He doesn't want to risk their friendship just to overcome a little bit of discomfort when he could definitely handle it himself if he tried hard enough. ]
do you want to?
im not gonna make you do something you dont want
even for me! softie fushiguro
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[ Which is also true. ]
I don't want you suffering through this, idiot.
[ And he's already out of bed, tugging on a nearby sweater but not bothering with shoes. ]
Is your door unlocked?
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[ If Fushiguro had wanted him the whole time...!!
It doesn't matter - he forces himself to stop and focus on the here and now. ]
yeah gojo sensei locked it but you should have a key
its the same right
or just break it idc
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Thank fuck Gojo put them right next to each other (was that on purpose? Hello?), so it’s only a few quick steps before Megumi is unlocking Yuji’s door instead. Walking inside, he calls immediately, ]
Itadori?
[ Hm. Lump of blankets on the bed looks promising. ]
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He'll be even happier once Fushiguro joins him in it, and he shifts, moving so there's space for the other boy to come and join him, hair a pink mop stuck to his skin. ]
C'mere. Please?
[ He's basically whining. ]
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Instinct and impulse drives Megumi now, overthinking abandoned in favor of wrapping his arms around Yuji without even asking. He should ask, he should be more mindful – all of those extra reminders about being careful and thoughtful nearly forgotten as soon as he touches Yuji. ]
You could've texted me earlier, if it was this bad.
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[ As soon as Megumi is close enough, Yuji is pressing into him, overheated body sliding into the other boy's arms as he whines in relief. Even though they haven't done anything, the comfort of an alpha's arms and scent is enough to ease some of the thrumming, painful instinct inside of him to go and find one - because one has come to take care of him. It's blissful relief.
Even as he speaks, Yuji is wiggling closer, letting his hands start to trail up Megumi's shirt, nose nuzzling into his neck to scent him properly, to chase the high of alpha. ]
I didn't know if you wanted me.
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Well, unbothered other than worrying relentlessly, but Megumi can't shut that off. ]
Idiot. [ He sighs as his arms tighten around Yuji, powerfully protective. His reluctant admission sounds a little gruff, but no less heartfelt, ]
I always wanted you.
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[ Yuji groans softly. Could he have been with Megumi this whole time? For the hours that he has been suffering and aching, could the two of them have been together? It makes him pout a little, the fact that he's been alone for so long, but he gets over it quickly enough, leaning up to kiss at Megumi's jaw, across, towards his mouth.
He might be pushing his luck, but he wants it. ]
Then I'm yours. You can have me, as much as you want, all of me.
[ A dangerous thing to say to an alpha when you're in heat, he bets. ]
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Don't offer that.
[ His voice is practically a growl. ]
When you're like this— [ He stops himself, grimacing as he tries to gather his thoughts again – but fuck, it's hard when everything inside him is screaming claim claim claim. ]
You might– regret it later.
[ There, that's what he was trying to say. He doesn't want Yuji to find himself in a position now that might... destroy their friendship after all this is over. ]
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It makes him yearn, and he groans softly. ]
But I mean it. Do you think there's anyone else I want?
[ As if there's anyone other than Megumi that could ever make him happy... ]
I liked you already. You're the only one I've been thinking of.
[ So, c'mon, fuck him, please. ]
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Before he can even second-guess himself, Megumi lunges forward, throwing his weight into Yuji to pin him to the bed amidst the fluffy nest of blankets. He immediately ducks close, seeking the slope of Yuji's neck and the pounding of his pulse, the intoxicating scent better than any drug imaginable. No apologies, no asking permission – taking, instead of listening to his more human impulses.
He inhales long, deep, breathing out a low snarl. ]
Tell me— to stop. [ When Yuji wants him to, if he does. ]
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Tilting his head, he bares himself, the soft skin of his neck, the scent gland, the things that he should keep secret and safe from alphas when he is in heat. With Megumi, though, there is no hesitation, no pause, nothing to stop him from giving himself over to the person he wants most.
Opening his hips, he wiggles, letting Megumi have space to slot against him, his eyes closing as he tilts back. ]
I will. But I won't want you to. I trust you.
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He groans, his body covering Yuji and fitting between his thighs so comfortably, like Megumi was meant to be there. Megumi also didn’t realize how much his own need was singing and aching to be close to Yuji, fixated on his best friend’s well-being; when Megumi grinds down now, his cock is already tenting his sweats, and the friction nearly knocks the wind from his lungs.
Yuji trusts him – which is why, when Megumi bites down, he picks a spot higher on Yuji’s neck, intentionally avoiding that enticing scent gland. Megumi’s instincts scream otherwise, but he’s trying not to make a choice for them both in the heat (ha) of the moment.
But it’s so fucking tempting. ]
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As soon as the other boy is settled and biting at his neck, Yuji is rocking his hips up, rolling against him in a slow grind, as if he's already got a cock deep inside of him, and he's riding it. He can feel the pressure of Megumi's dick against him, and he hisses, pressing down to chase the feeling and try and earn the right to have it for himself.
He wants all of Megumi - every last bit of him.
The bite has him groaning aloud, almost thrashing, as his hands reach up to start pulling at clothes desperately. ]
I want to touch you, please, let me, c'mon-
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His teeth didn’t draw blood – yet – and he avoided the open invitation of Yuji’s unclaimed scent, but he finally lets go to briefly disentangle himself. He doesn’t climb out of the nest, but he yanks off his sweater, kicking down his sweats and completely ignoring wherever the hell they end up on the floor.
When he closes the space between them again, the contact of skin-to-skin makes Megumi growl with approval. He slots himself against Yuji, his cock grinding along the groove of the omega’s hip, throbbing already. Leaning in for a searing kiss, Megumi gives his next husky order against Yuji’s lips, ]
Roll over.
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Hips twitching, grinding forward, he watches as Megumi bares himself, licking his lips. He’s perfect, a perfect alpha, and the neediness is going to kill him.
There’s no hesitation, though. As soon as he’s given the command, Yuji shifts his weight, turning around. He’s already damp from sweat, but it’s clear as well that he’s wet elsewhere, wanting and needing to be filled.
He just didn’t know how to ask. ]
Megumi…
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Mine.
Fingers dip lower, and Megumi's breathing catches at the first touch of just how wet Yuji is. Another rush of desire and claiming instinct follows as his fingers find Yuji's hole, exploring, teasing, smearing more of that slick and only intensifying the cloying scent in the dorm. ]
Fuck, you must have been going insane...
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Arching his back a little more, he nods his head. ]
I couldn't eat anything, I just wanted...
[ This. He wanted Megumi to touch him, to take him, to love him. ]
Please don't make me wait any longer.
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