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“I don’t want to go to summer camp,” Megumi growls at his father, crossing his arms to his chest. “Why can’t I just go with you?”
“I’m gonna be working, I can’t babysit you all day,” Toji says firmly. “You’re going. You’re gonna have fun like a normal kid. End of discussion.”
“I’m fifteen, Dad. I can practically take care of myself.”
“I said end of discussion, Megumi.”
“I’m not going to have fun,” Megumi mutters under his breath. He means it; he’s committed to having the most miserable summer he could possibly have out of stubbornness alone. Even as they shop for camping supplies and his father lists off all the activities, nothing about the trip excites him.
When he boards the bus to camp and sits in the very back, he expects to loathe everything about summer camp. Other campers sing songs on the bus, boiling his blood to the point where he has to put in his earbuds and blast his music at full volume. Even then, he can’t escape the dull roar of YMCA being sung at the top of the other kids’ lungs.
Megumi doesn’t feel like he has a moment to breathe until he reaches his cabin. It’s a small thing, only enough room for two bunk beds and space to keep their luggage. He’s the first one there but a duffle bag sits on the top bunk of one of the beds. He decides to take the bottom bunk, setting his bag down at the foot of it before crashing on the stiff mattress and staring up at the wooden base of the top bunk.
A couple of other boys filter in and willfully ignore him while they fight for the top bed of the other bunk. His eyebrow twitches and he closes his eyes, trying to ignore their petty bickering until they finally settle the dispute and leave the cabin. Letting out a sigh of relief, he grabs his phone from his pocket, hoping to distract himself from the boredom already beginning to set in. When he tries to open Instagram to mindlessly scroll, the app won’t load… which is when he realizes that there’s no signal.
Great, I’m going to die of boredom here. Thanks, Dad.
Rolling over, he decides to try and nap instead of joining whatever icebreaker activities the corny camp counsellors probably have lined up. He nearly drifts off to sleep before he hears someone else enter the cabin.
“Dude, how can you sleep right now? Aren’t you excited?” The boy sounds chipper when he asks the question and it already annoys Megumi.
“No,” he grunts, not bothering to open his eyes to address the boy.
“C’moooon, you have to at least try to have fun.”
Megumi huffs, finally rolling over and sitting up to look at the intruder. He opens his mouth to protest but stops because… well, the other boy is handsome. Golden honey eyes stare back at him as Megumi takes in the strong jawline, pointed chin and dusty pink hair with a dark undercut. His brain reboots and he finally finds his words. “Summer camp isn’t exactly my idea of fun.”
“There’s always something for everyone, trust me!” The boy beams with a brilliant smile and cute dimples. Megumi’s heart skips a beat. “I’m Yuuji, what’s your name?”
“Megumi,” he murmurs, averting his eyes. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and tips of his ears and he tries to will it away. Never has he been so flustered over a cute boy; he’s typically been indifferent toward most boys his age. Something about Yuuji is different though.
“You’ll never find something you’ll like if you don’t try. Let’s go together!”
“Why are you even here?”
“I’m your bunkmate, duh,” Yuuji says, pointing at the bunk above Megumi. “Now c’mon!”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he grumbles, but still stands.
Yuuji smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I’m just really excited to make new friends. Have you met anyone yet?”
“No, I kind of… like to keep to myself.”
“Summer camp is only fun if you try to make friends, Megumi. If you keep to yourself, you’re gonna have a bad time.”
“I didn’t want to be here in the first place.”
“Well… you’re here, so why not make the most of it?”
Yuuji smiles as though he were the sun, threatening to burn Megumi as he basks in it. He doesn’t want to fall for the other boy’s natural charm but it’s difficult to deny. “I’ll try,” he concedes, unable to say no to Yuuji’s optimism.
Guiding Megumi out of the cabin, Yuuji leads them to join a large group of campers circling one of the counsellors. The counsellor is running through a list of activities that the camp has and Megumi doesn’t process any of it because he’s too distracted by the man’s appearance. He’s tall, muscular and tanned and with tattoos visible on every limb, even his face. Bold and sharp black lines lay at the edge of his shorts, rings curl around his wrists, and intricate ink decorates his jaw, nose and forehead.
“He does not look like a camp counsellor,” Megumi mutters, only loud enough for Yuuji to hear.
“I know he doesn’t but trust me, he’s awesome at it,” Yuuji whispers back.
“Have you been here before?”
“I’ve come every year since my brother started working here.”
Yuuji’s words give him pause. Brother? Megumi scrutinizes the counsellor again and notices the similar jawline, same pointed nose, and matching pink and brown hair colours. “Your brother looks scary.”
“Yeah, I know, but he really is nice… most of the time,” Yuuji quietly laughs.
The counsellor’s ruby red eyes flicker over in their direction. There’s something unsettling in his gaze that makes Megumi’s skin itch. Yuuji says he’s nice, but how much can he trust Yuuji’s word given his bias?
“Alright, this group is going to be canoeing so everyone who wants to go, stick with me. The other counsellors have other activities so if you want to try something else, go join another group,” Yuuji’s brother announces to the group. Some of the kids meander off to different counsellors while most stay, getting excited about their chosen activity. It’s then that the man makes his way over to the two of them, wearing a shark-like grin.
“Hey, brat,” the counsellor greets, mussing Yuuji’s hair affectionately. Up close, Megumi is able to read the embroidered name on his uniform: Sukuna.
“Stop, you’re messing up my hair,” Yuuji whines, pouting as he swats Sukuna's hand away.
Laughing, Sukuna retracts his hand and looks directly at Megumi. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Megumi!”
“Megumi,” Sukuna echoes, maintaining eye contact with him. There’s something in the way Sukuna says it that bothers Megumi, something he can’t name or place. “Interesting name.”
“Thanks?” Megumi replies stiffly, averting his eyes from Sukuna’s. When he didn’t look at Yuuji he was just nervous, but now he’s avoiding Sukuna’s gaze out of discomfort.
“Let’s get the canoes ready. You two can be in a group together if you want.”
“That would be awesome!” Yuuji exclaims, punching the air in excitement. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Canoeing, as it turns out, is not as terrible as Megumi thought it might be. He hesitates a little at first, fearful the boat might flip over if he’s not careful, but Yuuji’s confidence and experience ease his nerves.
“Not bad for your first time,” Yuuji praises him with a grin when they disembark from their boat. “Would you wanna have lunch with me and my friends?”
A lump forms in Megumi’s throat, fuelled by anxiety. He’s not particularly fond of strangers, especially not meeting so many at once, but Yuuji’s words from earlier echo in his mind: If you keep to yourself, you’re gonna have a bad time.
“Sure,” Megumi says simply, as though it isn’t a big deal.
“Cool!” Yuuji beams at him, the kind of smile that lights up a room, and Megumi’s heart skips a beat again.
He can’t remember the last time he had a crush; probably not since elementary school. But something about Yuuji makes him feel like he’s floating, warm and safe in his presence. It’s indescribable. Megumi’s willing to eat lunch with some strangers just to bask in Yuuji’s glow.
“Hey, guys!” Yuuji exclaims when he guides Megumi, carrying their lunch trays with them, to a table where four teens are seated. “This is my new friend, Megumi.”
All four kids look him up and down, silently assessing him silently. A girl with short ginger hair puckers her mouth with scrutiny. The large, muscular teen next to her holds his chin and furrows his brows in thought. Another boy with a blonde bob stares at him blankly, while the fat boy across from him waves with an open smile.
“Hi, I’m Panda,” the fat boy points at himself gleefully before pointing at the blonde boy. “This is Toge. He doesn’t talk much.” Toge waves in an understated fashion.
Megumi furrows his brows at the boy. What kind of a name is Panda?
“You may address me as Nobara,” the girl decides, closing her eyes and pointing her chin in a regal fashion. “Please note that I’m much cooler than these losers.”
“Heeeey,” Yuuji pouts as he takes his seat across from the inexplicably jacked teenager.
“Noted,” Megumi chuckles before sitting across from Nobara.
“Tell me, Megumi,” the muscular boy says in a deep voice. Seriously, how is this guy a teenager? “What’s your kind of woman?”
Megumi blinks. “My what?”
“He does this with everyone,” Nobara says, rolling her eyes and pretending to retch.
Yuuji sighs, exasperated. “C’mon, Toudou. Do you really need to do this with him?”
Banging his fist on the table, Toudou locks eyes with Megumi. “Yes! Now answer me, what is your kind of woman?”
“None,” Megumi shrugs.
“Men are okay too. I just need to know you’re not boring!”
Swallowing thickly, Megumi’s cheeks begin to heat up. What does he like? He knows he likes Yuuji, but what about him does he like? “Someone who is… compassionate.”
Toudou glowers at him, his thick arms tightly folded against his barrel-like chest. “Pathetic. I do not approve of this new friend, brother!”
“C’mon, give him a chance, Toudou,” Yuuji frowns.
“No! This Megumi is not like us. Men like us, who like tall girls with big butts, would never hang out with someone lacking so much conviction!”
Megumi’s heart sinks into his stomach. Of course, Yuuji is straight. Even if he was bi, Megumi doesn’t exactly have the most… voluptuous figure.
“Whatever, Toudou. He’s my friend and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
Megumi’s face heats up at Yuuji defending him and it makes him like the other boy even more.
Despite Toudou’s disapproval, Yuuji sticks by his word. Since they share the same cabin, Megumi is able to spend most of his time with him. By the end of the first day, they already feel inseparable.
Archery isn’t something Megumi thought he would do but Yuuji and his friends want to do it, so Megumi is going to challenge himself to try something new. Unfortunately, Sukuna is the counsellor instructing the campers on archery that day.
The only downside of spending time with Yuuji is that he comes as part of a package with his brother. He seems to choose whatever activity Sukuna is directing and it makes Megumi uncomfortable. Every time he’s around the counsellor, he feels as though Sukuna’s ruby eyes follow him wherever he goes. But, Megumi has been glued to Yuuji’s side, so it’s possible that Yuuji is the one he’s keeping an eye on.
Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I’m probably just being paranoid.
Sukuna gives a step-by-step guide on how to shoot a bow, demonstrating along the way. Megumi mostly follows, feeling as though he might be able to do it on his first try with moderate success. The boys and girls line up to take turns while five of them take their shots. While they get into position, Sukuna reiterates the instructions, critiquing how they’re holding their bows. After, each of them lets their arrows fly and only two of them hit the target.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be any good at this,” Megumi murmurs as he watches Sukuna try to correct the stances of one of the teens.
“That’s okay! Even if you’re not good at it, it can still be fun,” Yuuji grins at him, prompting his stomach to tie itself into knots. He selfishly wants that smile all to himself.
Each of the kids get a few shots in before switching out with another. It isn’t long before it’s Yuuji, Nobara, Panda, Toge and Megumi’s turn.
“I might be a little rusty, but I think I got this,” Yuuji says as he takes his bow and knocks his arrow.
“You almost shot me last year!” Nobara says, tucking her hair behind her ears before confidently taking her stance.
“Hey, you got in the way!”
“What’s important is no one got hurt,” Panda says, trying to keep the peace between the two, while Toge nods.
Megumi fumbles with the arrow as he tries to knock it with the bow. In his mind, he regurgitates Sukuna’s instructions: stand up straight, pelvis forward, arm parallel with your shoulder. After a few moments, he feels as though he knows what he’s doing.
“Need a little help?” Sukuna asks from behind him, causing the skin on the back of his neck to crawl.
“I think I got it,” Megumi grits out. He feels alert, as though he were a rabbit awaiting the jaws of a starving wolf.
“Not quite, let me guide you.” The man invades Megumi’s personal space to place one hand on Megumi’s hip and the other on his elbow.
“Angle your hips this way and spread your legs a little more. Then lower your arm—you want your body in the shape of a T,” Sukuna whispers, gliding his hands over Megumi’s body to adjust his position. A shudder travels down his spine. “There, now you’re perfect.”
Megumi lets his arrow loose and, miraculously, it hits the target dead on. His group of friends cheer, and Toudou begrudgingly congratulates him from the crowd.
“Quite impressive. You’re a natural, Megumi,” Sukuna says, low enough that Megumi is the only one to hear. The counsellor claps a hand on his back, but it lingers just a little too long.
“Who wants to go swimming?” Sukuna calls to the campers one afternoon and cheers ring out from the crowd. A large group of campers and a couple of other counsellors follow him to the lakeshore after changing into their bathing suits.
The sky is bright blue with picturesque clouds providing some shade from the sun. Megumi smells of sunscreen and sweat from the heat, dressed in his swim trunks and a loose t-shirt that hides his chest. He’s always been self-conscious about his breasts, though they’re small enough to hide with a tight enough sports bra. Swimming, however, is a different level of vulnerability. But since Yuuji wants to go swimming, Megumi is determined to go.
In his peripheral vision, he can see that Sukuna’s eyes are on them again. Yuuji, of course, doesn’t notice. He also doesn’t notice when Megumi traces Yuuji’s muscular shoulders, the curve of their blades and the dip of his spine with his gaze. Megumi can’t help it, the other boy is beautiful with his golden skin glowing even more in the high noon sun.
“Race you!” Yuuji exclaims before bolting toward the water, disrupting his ogling.
“No thanks!” Megumi calls after him.
Dozens of campers leap off of the docks and into the lake, laughing and screaming with joy. Megumi takes his time approaching the waterline, not wanting to jump in right away, watching the surface nervously.
“What’s wrong, can’t swim?” Sukuna asks from behind Megumi, startling him.
“N-No, I’m just… not comfortable,” Megumi says as he locks eyes with the man.
“Why not?” The man’s eyes bore into him, as though he were seeing through him. It makes Megumi feel bare.
“I don’t like being half-naked in front of people.”
Sukuna’s gaze drifts down Megumi’s body as he licks his lips, before snapping back up to his face. “That’s a shame. I bet you’d look cute in a bikini.”
Megumi pales. Oh. That’s why I don’t like him. It was never about Yuuji.
Rather than reply, Megumi decides to leave, walk down the dock and jump into the lake.
“There you are, dude!” Yuuji calls when Megumi finally reaches him. “I was worried you weren’t going to get in.”
“There’s no way in hell I was going to stay on shore with your brother.”
Yuuji laughs as if it’s a joke before Toudou splashes him, distracting him from Megumi.
When he looks back to the shoreline, Sukuna’s eyes are still on him and only him.
Avoiding Sukuna is a difficult task. Everywhere Megumi goes, Sukuna is there. Hiking. Kayaking. Climbing. Meals. Bonfires. The man lurks in his periphery nonstop. He knows now that he was never staring at Yuuji. Sukuna’s eyes are never on his brother, not even for a second. They’re just fixated on Megumi, constantly making his skin crawl with discomfort.
Another bonfire—the last that they’ll have before camp is over—roars in the centre of the clearing where all of the campers huddle around, roasting wieners and marshmallows for s’mores. A bright orange glow illuminates the inky pitch of night, stars twinkling above them like diamonds. Megumi would think it was romantic, were it not for the creep and their loud friends filling the air with laughter.
“Do you remember that one time when mine and Yuuji’s canoe tipped over?” Nobara recalls, giggling from where she’s perched next to Megumi. They’re seated towards the edge of the clearing, farther away from the other campers, huddled on some logs under the pine trees. “Then Toudou laughed his ass off at us so we swam under his and flipped his canoe.”
“Dude, you were so mad!” Yuuji cackles beside Megumi, the laugh fuelling a warm feeling deep in his chest.
“Of course I would be mad! I was wearing my favourite Takada-chan shirt!” The beast of a teenager begins to cry, tears shining in the firelight. In a mournful voice, full of tragedy, he speaks again. “She never recovered.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Panda chides, taking a bite out of a s’more and humming with delight. Toge nods in agreement around a sticky toasted marshmallow.
“I’m going to go hang out with someone more sympathetic to my trauma!” Toudou announces before standing and marching over to another group of campers who immediately shrink themselves in intimidation.
“Well, since he’s leaving… I’ve been surrounded by boys long enough, I’m going to go sit with the girls from my cabin,” Nobara says, standing and brushing off her skort as she does. She waves before taking her leave.
“Wanna go get more marshmallows?” Panda asks, looking around at the boys who are left sitting in their circle.
“Nah, I’m good,” Yuuji replies, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs a little wider. His knee brushes against Megumi’s and his cheeks warm in return.
“Me too,” he says. Silently, he hopes he can get Yuuji alone—it all depends on Toge.
The platinum blonde boy stands, nodding at Panda and, to Megumi’s relief, they both make their way toward the bonfire.
A few moments of awkward silence pass before Megumi tries to speak again. “Thanks—”
“Y'know—” Yuuji tries to speak at the same time, stopping to laugh. “Sorry, you go first.”
“No, please, you go.”
“I mean it, Megumi.”
“Okay,” Megumi says quietly as he stares at his feet, shifting them anxiously and hearing the dirt crunch beneath the soles of his sneakers. “I wanted to thank you for making my summer… not terrible.”
“Not terrible?” Yuuji asks in an amused tone.
“I mean—I thought it was going to be terrible because I didn’t want to be here in the first place, but you made it really fun. I just… appreciate you.”
“Funny you should say that, I was going to say the same thing.”
He turns his head to look at Yuuji, quirking a brow. “No, you weren’t. You would’ve had fun even if I wasn’t here.”
“Well, yeah, but it would’ve been the same as every year. You made things new and different.” Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Yuuji averts his eyes. “I, um… I really like you.”
Megumi’s breath catches in his throat and his chest seizes up with shock. Is he interpreting it right? Is Yuuji saying what he hopes he is? “What… uh, what do you mean?”
“Like…” Yuuji pauses to shift closer to him and his eyelashes flutter as he looks into Megumi’s eyes. “I like you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt for anybody.”
“Oh,” Megumi inhales, flushing from how close they are. “I like you too. When Toudou asked me what my type was, I, uh… I wanted to say you.”
Yuuji’s honey eyes open wide, staring at Megumi with disbelief. “Really?”
“Really.”
Golden irises flicker down to look at Megumi’s lips before Yuuji leans in and captures them with his own. The other boy’s lips are soft but a little dry, and he can taste his cherry chapstick as their lips move together languidly. Yuuji’s hand tenderly cups his jaw, tilting his head to deepen their kiss and Megumi whimpers against his lips. His hand curls around Yuuji’s wrist and their noses brush together as they move, clumsily navigating each other’s mouths.
It’s everything Megumi hoped his first kiss would be.
“What are you kids doing over here all by yourselves?”
Megumi and Yuuji jump, parting completely at the sound of Sukuna’s voice. The counsellor smirks, casting his shadow over them while the bonfire creates a glowing halo behind him.
“N-Nothing, just, um, hangin’ out?” Yuuji says, laughing nervously. It’s completely obvious what they were doing and Megumi feels the heat of embarrassment permeate his cheeks.
Sukuna’s ruby eyes bore into Megumi’s, amusement hidden within his gaze. “You should join your friends by the fire so I can keep an eye on you. Don’t want you sneaking off into the forest this late at night.”
“Sure,” Yuuji mutters begrudgingly, standing and offering his hand to Megumi.
His gaze flickers between Yuuji’s hand and Sukuna’s cold expression. “I, um… I have to go to the bathroom.”
“I can go with you—” Yuuji tries to say.
“No, no, I’m okay. I’ll be quick,” he says before standing without taking Yuuji’s hand. The other boy looks dejected while the counsellor appears satisfied, and Megumi brushes past both of them to escape the uncomfortable tension.
“Don’t get lost,” Sukuna calls after him.
It’s a short distance from the clearing to the only brick building in the entire camp containing two gendered bathrooms with toilets and showers inside. It’s empty when Megumi steps into the boy’s bathroom.
In truth, he didn’t need to use it, he just needed to escape Sukuna’s presence for a few moments. He stares at himself in the mirror, occupying his time by adjusting the mess of his hair and trying to appear more put together for Yuuji. Both are difficult to achieve given the August heat; sweat trickles down the back of his neck, beads on his forehead and dampens his tank top. It’s shocking that Yuuji wanted to kiss him in the first place.
Oh my god, Yuuji kissed me.
His heart swells at the memory of Yuuji’s lips on his own. It was soft, innocent, and sweet, just like Yuuji. A whirlwind of butterflies beat their wings against his stomach walls as he processes the fact that Yuuji likes him back. But a sudden sadness sinks in. Yuuji likes him back and they’re leaving tomorrow. He has virtually no time to relish in their newfound affection before they’ll be reduced to DMs from miles away. It isn’t fair.
With a sigh, he finally leaves the bathroom, only to stop in his tracks when he opens the door.
“There you are,” Sukuna greets with a smile that Megumi could compare to a sadistic cat chasing a mouse. “Yuuji wanted me to grab you.”
Megumi narrows his eyes in suspicion. “Why didn’t he just get me himself?”
“Because he’s setting up a little surprise for you,” Sukuna huffs out a laugh. “He’s kind of a romantic dork like that.”
Taking a cautious step forward, Megumi lets the bathroom door fall shut. “Can you ask Yuuji to come get me instead?”
Sukuna sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at the forest floor. “Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I made some inappropriate comments and I understand why you don’t trust me. But I promise you this isn’t a trick or anything, Yuuji just has a surprise for you and asked for my help with it.”
Megumi’s suspicions falter; Sukuna sounds sincere and maybe he is just helping Yuuji with some romantic gesture. It doesn’t sound unbelievable. Maybe he was being overly paranoid and Sukuna didn’t mean to come off as a creep.
“Okay,” he says finally and Sukuna smiles gently in response. “Where is he?”
“Behind your cabin. After you,” Sukuna says, waving his hand for Megumi to lead the way.
Taking the path toward the cabins, Megumi is surprised that the light from the bonfire reaches that far, spilling through the trees and illuminating the darkness. It’s a short walk to the cabin and when he reaches his own and peers behind it… there’s nothing there.
Suddenly he’s being shoved, his back hitting the wall of the cabin and a firm hand holding him down.
“Sorry, kiddo. That was all a lie. I just had to get you alone,” the counsellor chuckles darkly, looming over Megumi and blocking his escape.
Terror pulses through his veins, making him feel frozen with fear. He should have trusted his gut. He should have never trusted Sukuna.
“You’re quite a delight, Megumi,” Sukuna says in a hushed tone, caressing Megumi’s cheek with the back of his hand. “So pretty and mature for your age.”
Megumi’s heart is pounding in his ears, nearly drowning out the distant sound of the other campers mingling at the bonfire. Sukuna’s hand travels from his cheek downward, wrapping it entirely around Megumi’s slender neck and pinning him against the wall of the log cabin.
A shiver crawls down Megumi’s spine as he feels Sukuna’s breath, hot and heavy against his ear lobe, and the man whispers again. “You’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”
His shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped within moments and suddenly a hand is invading Megumi’s underwear. He gasps when fingers brush over his pubic hair, stroking his mound affectionately.
“W-What are you doing?” Megumi is still frozen in place while the man fondles him, terrifying him to the core.
“Hopefully being your first. Tell me, are you a virgin, Megumi?” The grin on Sukuna’s lips is venomous, paired with a predatory gaze. The fingers in Megumi’s pants brush over his folds, eliciting a shudder of disgust.
“It’s none of your business,” he snaps, shoving Sukuna’s hands away from him. The counsellor, however, is so much stronger than him and the hand around his neck tightens, restricting his airflow.
“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you behave while I fuck you. The hard way?” Sukuna pauses to tighten his grip even further, causing Megumi to gasp for air and fail. “I force you. I really don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
Tears prickle in the corners of Megumi’s eyes as he begins to feel lightheaded, so he nods out of desperation. He doesn’t want to but what choice does he have?
“Good boy,” the man utters the sickening praise before loosening his grip on Megumi’s throat. Sukuna’s hand remains curled around his neck while he heaves in oxygen. The other hand travels away from his cunt, dips under his tank top, and cups Megumi’s left breast. He’s regretting not wearing a binder that day because of the heat. Fingers pinch his delicate nipple, earning a hiss of pain in response. “These are cute. You shouldn’t be hiding them.”
“P-Please stop,” Megumi tries, bottom lip quivering in fear. “I won’t tell anyone if-if you stop.”
A deep laugh erupts from Sukuna as he caresses Megumi’s jaw, releasing his throat, and the boy turns his head away from the affection. “You can’t threaten me, Megumi. No one would believe you. Do you think Yuuji would believe that his big brother preyed on his little crush?” The hand grips his jaw this time, holding Megumi’s head steady and forcing him to look Sukuna in the eyes. “He would be disgusted by you.”
Megumi’s stomach churns at the thought. Yuuji would be disgusted if he accused Sukuna, wouldn’t he? It would look like Megumi is trying to sabotage the brothers’ relationship out of jealousy or something. Sukuna would find a way to spin it that way.
“Quit wasting my time and get on your knees.” Sukuna pushes down on Megumi’s shoulders, forcing him to kneel.
Megumi’s naked skin hits the dirt ground, irritating his knees with twigs and rocks digging into his flesh. Fear fills Megumi’s lungs like a miasma, making his breath come in and out with erratic puffs. His hands tremble as his eyes follow Sukuna’s fingers, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts in slow movements. The anticipation is so sickening that, by the time Sukuna pulls out his cock, Megumi has made peace with it—he’s going to feel sick no matter what happens.
“Open your mouth,” Sukuna demands while gripping Megumi’s hair with his fist and holding his cock in the other. The head of his length kisses Megumi’s lips while the man shoves it in his face, demanding entrance. Gradually parting his lips, he only opens his mouth a little before Sukuna is forcing his way inside. Megumi makes a muffled sound of reluctance as he’s violated, trying not to gag at the salty taste. “Bite and I’ll punch your teeth in.”
When the head of Sukuna’s cock hits the back of Megumi’s throat, he gags and nearly vomits from the force of it. Tears gather and cling to his lashes as he closes his eyes, looking for an escape within his mind. A vision of soft pink hair and cherry chapstick lips comes to mind, and reminiscing on the sweet kiss he shared with Yuuji earlier is enough to distract him for a few moments. Those moments are brief though and Megumi is snapped back to reality when he gags once more. His vision is blurry with tears as he opens his eyes, but he can still make out the cold-blooded grin on Sukuna’s lips. The man’s eyes are the colour of fire and wrath but his gaze is icy and calculated, feasting on Megumi’s terror.
Megumi finally begins to cry after a particularly harsh thrust when Sukuna’s pelvis crashes into his nose. He sobs around the man’s cock, unable to resist the constant abuse to his throat. Acid fills his throat and he chokes, coughing and struggling to breathe with bile and cock blocking his airway. Having no choice, he swallows it all down while he shakes his head in Sukuna’s grip, trying to pull away to take in air. Miraculously, Sukuna lets him pull away, allowing him to heave in oxygen. Saliva dribbles down his chin as he coughs violently, trying to rid himself of the acid still burning his throat.
“Too much for you?” Sukuna laughs cruelly before letting out a snarl and yanking on Megumi’s hair. “I don’t have a lot of time so get up.”
Salty paths stain Megumi’s cheeks as he stands, pulled by his hair, only to be turned around and disoriented. Suddenly, Sukuna is bending him in half, forcing him to brace himself with his hands on the cabin in front of him. He doesn’t have a chance to ask what the counsellor is doing before his shorts and underwear are being pulled down to his ankles. Megumi shudders as the cool night air kisses his bare skin, leaving him exposed to the predator behind him. Without warning, Sukuna’s fingers prod between his thighs, parting the lips of his pussy to force one appendage inside.
Megumi isn’t unfamiliar with his body; he’s fifteen and his hormones are running wild, so he’s touched himself and is discovering what he likes. He likes having fingers inside him, but Sukuna’s feel so foreign, invading his body against his will. As the finger digs deeper, the nausea in Megumi’s stomach rises. The aftertaste of salt and acid in his mouth just adds to the sick feeling.
Could he run? He probably couldn’t make it far before Sukuna caught him. Could he scream? What would Sukuna do to him if he did?
“I can hear the gears in your head turning,” Sukuna says, shoving in a second finger and earning a hiss of discomfort from Megumi. “If you try to scream I’ll crush your throat until you can’t anymore. Behave and we won’t have any problems. Got it?”
Megumi nods silently as more tears trickle down his nose and cheeks. He hangs his head low, gripping the bark of the cabin until it begins to peel as Sukuna’s fingers defile him. Desperate to distract himself, Megumi’s eyes fixate on the rocks and blades of grass below, counting each one. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty—then a third finger stretches him open, prompting him to whimper.
“You know, I haven’t had a boy with a pussy before. You’re a delicacy to me,” Sukuna says while roughly shoving his fingers in and out of Megumi. “You should be flattered that I chose you over all the pretty girls and boys I could have had.”
I’m not the first. I won’t be the last either.
Sickness sloshes around in Megumi’s stomach as the thought crosses his mind. He’s only special because of a fetish; simply a fantasy. But the thought escapes him with the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers leaving him. There is no relief, only an emptiness that will soon be filled.
Megumi’s arms tremble as he continues to brace against the cabin wall. His legs shake at the sound of Sukuna’s zipper once again. It’s within moments that he feels a large hand on his hip and something prods at his entrance.
This is actually happening. I don’t want my first time to be like this.
Tears pool in the corners of his eyes, burning his sclerae, while Sukuna forces his way in and gives him no time to adjust to the stretch. He cries out when the man thrusts inside him to the hilt and a hand quickly clamps over his mouth and nose.
“Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut,” Sukuna growls next to his ear, squeezing his face until the pain is bruising. Megumi whimpers but nods, desperate for air and shuddering with fear. Sukuna releases his face in one harsh movement, allowing Megumi to gulp down air in heaving breaths. That same hand moves down, dipping beneath his tank top to squeeze his breast.
Everything Sukuna does is rough and selfish to his own desires, undoubtedly leaving bruise marks on Megumi’s chest and hip. His hips snap in aggressive movements, chasing his own pleasure with no consideration for Megumi.
Some rapists, Megumi knows, will still try to make it pleasurable for their victims. But he doesn’t know what’s worse: being violently used as a hole or forced to feel good while being violated. He can’t help but fantasize about Sukuna being gentle, maybe even apologizing while using Megumi. Maybe it would be better than this; better than the intrusive thrusts and painful molestation.
“So tight, even after taking those three fingers,” Sukuna chuckles above him.
The sound of skin slapping against skin makes Megumi feel dizzy with nausea, further fuelling his desire to dissociate from everything that’s happening. The drag of Sukuna’s cock moving in and out of him repeatedly fills him with disgust and rage. He grinds his teeth, snarling at the ground while being defiled. It’s sickening.
Please, just finish already. Please.
It’s at that moment, in horror, that Megumi realizes Sukuna didn’t put on a condom. More tears spill over, heating his cheeks with salty trails. “P-Please, please pull out, please,” Megumi begs between quiet sobs, desperate to prevent something that could very well ruin his life. He doesn’t want evidence of this happening.
“Shut up and I’ll consider it,” Sukuna growls before yanking Megumi’s head back by his hair, earning a yelp in response. “You should be honoured that I picked you.”
Megumi bites his cheek to keep himself from making any more noise. Sorrow stings his eyes, but he resists letting any more tears escape. He won’t cry or make a sound if it means Sukuna will spare him the possibility of a pregnancy.
The wet noises of sex intermingle with the murmuring voices from the bonfire while Sukuna carves out a space inside Megumi for his own pleasure. He can feel himself getting wet from the stimulation but there’s no joy or arousal. Patiently and silently, Megumi waits; he waits for the telltale signs of Sukuna finishing. The slapping of Sukuna’s balls against his pussy makes him shudder with discomfort.
He waits. And he waits.
And finally, Sukuna lets out a groan, jerks his hips faster and… he doesn’t pull out. Megumi can feel the warm fluid filling up his insides and he almost immediately vomits, but holds it back.
“Oops,” Sukuna chuckles when he pulls out, cum dribbling out of Megumi’s cunt. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and not get a bastard out of this.”
Megumi’s throat seizes up as he resists the urge to weep. “You said, y-you said if I was quiet you would—”
“I said I’d consider it.” The counsellor’s voice is cold as he tucks himself away, swiftly doing up his shorts and belt. “Clean yourself up. You’re a mess.”
With those final cruel words, Sukuna leaves him trembling in the forest, naked from the waist down with dread sitting in his gut. Once the man is out of earshot, Megumi doubles over and throws up, vomiting on those same stones he was counting before. Shaky hands wipe his mouth clean before pulling up his shorts.
Moving on autopilot, Megumi retreats to the bathroom once again. He urgently tries to clean up the mess and get all that Sukuna left him with out of him. Megumi has never been the praying type, but in that bathroom stall, he prays to whatever gods might be listening to grant him a small mercy.
“Hey, why didn’t you come back?” Yuuji says when he enters their cabin and finds Megumi curled up in bed.
“Sorry, I-I wasn’t feeling well,” Megumi murmurs, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.
“That’s okay. Can I do anything?” The other boy frowns, brow furrowed with concern, as he crouches down to meet Megumi’s eye level. “You name it and I’ll do it.”
It’s so difficult to look at Yuuji; the family resemblance is uncanny. The eye colours and hairstyles are different but the two brothers share so many features that, were it not for Sukuna’s tattoos, it might be difficult to tell them apart. Seeing Yuuji’s sweet face used to bring him joy, but now it fills him with dread.
He would be disgusted with you if he knew. If you accused Sukuna, he’d never forgive you.
“Could we, ah—” Megumi starts, interrupting himself to consider his words again. “Would you… would you hold me?”
“Would I…? I mean, yeah, sure.” Concern still clings to Yuuji’s voice but he climbs into the single lower bunk and curls up behind Megumi. Snaking an arm around his waist, Yuuji holds him. The heat against his back and the rhythm of a pounding heart comfort him, just a little bit, and Megumi feels himself letting go.
Relaxing fully into Yuuji’s embrace, Megumi allows himself to cry. He weeps, shoulders shaking with his quiet sobs. Yuuji doesn’t ask questions, he simply tightens his hold on him. In a soft voice, he whispers, “I’m going to miss you too.”
Megumi lets Yuuji believe that’s why he’s crying. He wishes he could say that was the reason. At this point, he doesn’t know if he wants to see Yuuji again. It’s as though the other boy was tainted the moment Sukuna touched him.
They fall asleep like that, or, at least, Yuuji falls asleep. It takes hours for the sandman to visit Megumi. It’s not until he’s exhausted himself and the pain starts to fade into numbness that sleep takes him.
He only gets a few hours of sleep before the campers are woken up to finally head home. Like a zombie, Megumi goes through the motions of packing his bag and eating breakfast, remaining silent the whole morning while Yuuji and his friends buzz around him. When it comes time to board the buses, Yuuji catches him before he does.
“I’m going to really miss you,” Yuuji confesses, reaching to take Megumi’s hand. He’s stiff in his grasp. “Message me, okay? We could video call and send each other care packages.”
“Okay,” Megumi says, his tone numb. Hesitantly, Yuuji leans in to kiss him, but at the last moment, Megumi pulls away. “I’ve got to go.”
Without waiting for a response, Megumi walks away from Yuuji, toward his bus. His stomach drops when he sees Sukuna standing next to the bus door, grinning at him like a Cheshire cat. The man looks at Megumi, dead in the eyes, and says, “See you next summer.”
Nine months later, his son is born.