Thread by @genjiigenjii

commission for: @betch_wtf
prompt: cigarettes
title : between common tongues
tags: bittersweet, dark, obsession
pair: #fushiita

megumi’s lips find themselves wrapped around the offered end of yuuji’s cigarette. meguni isn’t a smoker, yet he does not refuse yuuji’s offer.

“how are things?” yuuji wonders. megumi releases a drag of smoke. soon his jade-like eyes focus on yuuji’s own, “same as when you left.” he mutters, coughing out for a sec in an effort to pass the nicotine quicker.

yuuji smiles, all teeth and gums. it’s eerie and so easily yuuji, “do you miss me, partner?” he croons. megumi does not answer, this is clearly a setup of some sorts. a way for yuuji to make way into his head again.

already being here was dangerous enough, he wasn’t so foolish as to allow more.

he leans back against the fenced bridge, allowing the full weight of his body to fall agains the chain-linked fence.

he sighs while resting his head back against the same fence, closing his eyes for a moment of reprieve.

he can feel yuuji’s eyes in him, but offers him no recognition.

seven years ago, when yuuji turned 19, he’d left. it had been so sudden, so abrupt, that megumi had been left reeling. not just him, but everyone who’d come to see him as family.

after finally subjugating sukuna and ridding him from yuuji’s body, itadori yuuji had just disappeared. as though he’d never been there in the first place. any and all records of him gone. not even gojo or chousou, yuuji’s half-curse brother could find any trace of him.

and so? they’d mourned. mourned someone who was not dead, but might as well had been. but where other mourned, megumi raged. anger and despair had consumed him, even tsumiki’s awakening could not quench his maelstrom of emotions.

he’d been abandoned because that was it, wasn’t it? yuuji had abandoned him. thrown him to the curb like he was nothing.

and then just as the years had gone by and megumi was finally letting go of the hurt, yuuji returns. appears back in his life like it’s nothing.

like megumi didn’t mourn him. like he didn’t abandon them all.

and megumi? oh how foolish, he so easily let him back in. the door had never been fully close after all.

he’d asked for an explanation, and yuuji being yuuji, had given him one.

he’d told megumi about the merging of sukuna and yuuji’s beings, how despite the fact that sukuna was gone, his essence had stayed tied to yuuji’s own soul, and with his death it left yuuji as the new king of curses, regardless if he wanted the position or not.

it was sukuna’s last curse for him. his last fuck you.

he told him how he was becoming more curse than man, that his emotions seem to lean towards anger and rage, the desire for destruction.

how he knew that this curse would never allow him to live a normal life, and that’s probably what sukuna wanted. to take everything yuuji had worked for moments before being able to grasp it.

and he’d succeeded.

megumi had said nothing, what was there to say? yuuji wasn’t back to stay, merely visit. he would leave megumi again, and megumi would have to live off of scraps of yuuji’s presence.

like this visit right here, come dawn, yuuji will disappear once more, he’s a kingdom to rule as the new king of curses, he was needed to maintain order, no longer could he live a human life.

this was sukuna’s curse.

but megumi supposes he’ll take what he can get.

he pushes himself off the chain-link face and within seconds is on top of yuuji, arms caging him, mouth and tongue messily moving against yuuji’s own, it’s sloppy and messy. teeth clashing agains each other, gums scraping one another.

swallowing and savoring the remnants of smoke within yuuji. it was ugly, mean, it was everything megumi had never wanted, but all he was allowed to receive.

in another life they could have been married, they could have loved each other gently, softly, as real lovers do.

but this was not that life, and that was not their fate.

just as eagerly as megumi had dived in, he lets go, pushing yuuji away, lest he ingests more of his poison.

he closes his eyes again, unwilling to stare at yuuji’s debauched face, lest he loose control and devours him entirely.

(lest he swallows yuuji within his realm of shadows.)

“megumi…” yuuji whispers all soft and sensual, a siren with human skin, glib tongue at the ready. all to reel megumi in, and perhaps some part of megumi wants to join him in his wretched crusade, in his realm of curse. perhaps some part of megumi wants to give in.

when megumi opens his eyes and finally stares back at yuuji, he’s met with the same cigarette, this time he takes it.