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Megumi was fucking furious.
He could feel the rage simmering through his veins, boiling from his fingertips, through his flushed chest, all the way down to the pit of his stomach. He felt like he was burning from the inside out.
Yuuji was trying to get himself killed. Megumi has always been aware of this fact, but it still shocks him every time. And especially this time, when Yuuji runs into a battle with a curse he knows could kill him, without even giving a second thought.
Luckily, Yuuji wasn’t hurt—just a few scrapes and bruises, but alive to bitch about them.
And alive for Megumi to want to throttle him.
But Megumi knows how anger can be, and there’s nothing he hates more than fighting, especially with Yuuji, so he shuts the door behind him as soon as he gets back to his room.
He takes a shower, washing the day away, hoping to cool down his insides. He’s able to make it through three chapters of a book before there’s a knock at his door, and Yuuji’s peeking his head in.
“Hey,” he says, tentatively, and he knows Megumi’s mad at him.
“Hey,” Megumi says, sighing, putting his book down.
Yuuji approaches slowly, like Megumi’s a frightened animal, and sits at the edge of Megumi’s bed. “Are we gonna talk about it?”
Megumi pinches the bridge of his nose. He hates talking about it . He huffs, crossing his arms. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about.”
“What do you mean?” Yuuji asks, shifting. “I just…I don’t get why you're mad at me.”
Megumi’s frown deepens. He knows he’s being petty when he says, “You know why.”
Yuuji looks annoyed, but patient as ever, he says, “Remind me.”
Megumi leans back into his pillows, shrinking in on himself. “I hate it when you throw yourself into battles you know you’re going to lose. We’ve talked about this, Yuuji.”
Yuuji rolls his eyes. “I don’t know I’m going to lose—”
“There were three grade one curses, Yuuji.”
“I’ve faced worse.”
Megumi shifts forward. “Yeah, and almost died every time.”
Yuuji stands, crossing his arms. “Well, what would you rather me do? Let other people die?”
“Call for backup!” Megumi’s voice grows louder. “Fucking tell one of us! There’s other options!”
Yuuji huffs. “I don’t get why this bothers you so much. I’m doing my job. I’m going to die anyway—”
“Don’t say that.” It comes out a lot weaker than Megumi means.
“It’s true! I’m doing what I have to do to complete the mission, make sure no one else dies. And, honestly?” Yuuji’s started to pace, his cheeks beginning to flush. “I don’t care if I die! I’ve already died once, I’m not afraid—”
“ I am! ” Megumi yells, so loud it makes both of them jump. Yuuji stops in his tracks, turning to face him. “ I’m scared of you dying! I care if you die!” Megumi can feel his eyes water, and he can see the moment Yuuji notices, too. “You scared me today, Yuuji. I was so scared. I’ve already lost you once, I don’t plan on doing it again.”
“Megumi—” Yuuji swallows, sitting back down, a hand running up Megumi’s thigh. “I—”
“You don’t have to prove yourself, Yuuji.” Megumi says, taking Yuuji’s hand in his. “You deserve to live whether or not you complete the mission. It terrifies me—” he swallows around the lump in his throat. “It terrifies me that you can’t see that.”
Yuuji leans in, and Megumi pulls him close to his body. He’s so warm, it’s strange that it’s cooling the fury in Megumi’s veins. “I’m sorry,” Yuuji mumbles into Megumi’s chest, and Megumi kisses the top of his head. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
Megumi shushes him. “I’m not mad, I was just scared. I don’t want to lose you.” He cups Yuuji’s face. Yuuji looks so sad and so guilty. Megumi wants to wipe that look off his face.
“I fucked up,” Yuuji whispers.
“It’s okay,” Megumi says. “You’re good, Yuuji.” He kisses the corner of his mouth. “You’re so good. I love you so much.”
They cling to each other, both comforting the other and in need of comfort. When a few tears leak from Yuuji’s eyes, Megumi kisses them away. All the anger he felt before seeps out of his body, instead turning into the need to hold Yuuji. That’s what the feeling was the whole time, anyway—the need to protect him, to keep him close.
“There are people who love you, sweetheart. I love you. I just want to keep you safe.” He runs his fingers through Yuuji’s hair, watching him relax. Yuuji just needs reminding sometimes.
“Will you kiss me?” Yuuji asks, and who is Megumi not to? He leans in, kissing him soft and slow, running a hand up and down Yuuji’s back.
“Precious, precious boy,” Megumi whispers against his lips, pecking at them gently as they shift down the bed, so Yuuji’s on his back and Megumi’s leaning over him. “You’re so good to me.”
“I just want to be good for you,” Yuuji whispers, and Megumi’s stomach tightens.
He runs a hand up and down Yuuji’s torso. “I know, baby.” His hand settles around Yuuji’s chin, forcing him to make eye contact. “But good boys don’t get themselves in trouble, do they?” He watches the blood rush to Yuuji’s face. It’s too easy.
Yuuji shakes his head. “Words, sweetheart.”
Yuuji swallows. “No, Megumi.”
“No?” Megumi asks, hand trailing down Yuuji’s chest, down his belly to his waistband. Watches Yuuji squirm. “What do good boys do?”
Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut. “They ask for help.”
“That’s right,” Megumi says, and he can’t help but smile. “Take your clothes off, baby. I think you need some reminding.”
Yuuji’s quick to comply, stripping off his shirt and sweatpants, briefs coming off with them. Megumi does the same before grinding his hips against Yuuji’s. Yuuji shudders at the contact. His hands dance around Yuuji’s thighs, teasing touches that he knows drives him crazy.
“Good boys don’t do things that could get them killed, do they?”
Yuuji shakes his head, and Megumi rewards him with his thumb rubbing circles against his cock. Yuuji writhes against the pillows, hips raising and breath hitching.
“No, good boys think about the people who love them,” Megumi says, grinding his cock against Yuuji’s hole. “Who loves you, baby?”
Yuuji’s whole body shivers. “You do.”
Megumi smiles. “I do.” He spreads Yuuji’s legs with two strong palms. “Want me to fuck you?”
Yuuji nods desperately. “Yes, please! Please, Megumi, please—” Megumi smirks, leaning down and silencing him with a kiss before slowly pushing inside. Yuuji groans into his mouth.
As soon as his hips hit Yuuji’s he’s pulling back out, setting a quick pace that makes Yuuji’s breath catch in his throat. “Megumi,” he gasps, clinging to his shoulder.
“I know all you want is to be a good boy and complete your assignments. You want to protect others. I love that about you.” Megumi’s hand lingers around Yuuji’s collarbones, and Yuuji grasps his wrist. “But, baby, no assignment is worth your life .”
He punctuates the words with a hard thrust, making Yuuji cry out a little ah!
“Do you understand me?” He asks, and Yuuji nods hurriedly. “Tell me what I said.”
Yuuji whimpers. “No—” Megumi slams into him, and Yuuji’s body spasms. “No mission is worth—worth my life.”
“You are not disposable,” Megumi said, thumbing at Yuuji’s cock, making him squirm. “There are people who love you. Who loves you?”
“You do, Megumi!” Yuuji cries, grip on his wrist tightening. “I love you, too,” he sobs.
Megumi picks up the pace, slamming his hips against Yuuji’s, making him gasp with every thrust.
“You. Deserve. To live.” He buries himself inside Yuuji with each word, gently pinching his cock. Yuuji’s crying now, squirming relentlessly.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers, meeting each of Megumi’s thrusts.
“Tell me what I said.” Megumi’s getting close, too, but he needs to hear Yuuji say it.
Yuuji sobs. “I—” He chokes on his own moan. “I deserve—Megumi, fuck—I deserve to—to—live!”
“That’s right,” Megumi says, his breaths falling short. “Even when you don’t believe it, it’s true. Now say, ‘I’m a good boy.’”
“Megumi—” Yuuji starts trembling.
“You can come once you say it, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“I’m—” Yuuji looks like he’s suffocating, his face is so red. “I’m your good boy!”
Shivers run through Megumi as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. “Fuck, yes you are,” he says, grinding his hips against Yuuji, deep as he can go. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
He fucks Yuuji through it, reveling in his wails, thumbing at his cock as he twitches and trembles through it. Megumi comes inside him.
“My good boy,” he whispers, kissing Yuuji’s collarbone. He pulls out and moves down the bed, pulling Yuuji by the hips so he can work him open with his tongue.
“Fuck!” Yuuji hisses in overstimulation, but still grinds down on Megumi’s face, letting him suck his own cum right out of him. Yuuji’s hands twist in his hair, gasping as Megumi licks from his taint to his angry, red cock.
His second orgasm isn’t as strong, but he shakes right through it, twisting in Megumi’s grip until he whimpers, “No more, no more….”
Megumi kisses his way back up Yuuji’s body, meeting his lips and kissing him softly. Yuuji’s still shaking in his arms, his hips twitching as Megumi rubs his belly. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against Megumi’s lips.
“It’s okay, baby,” Megumi says back, kissing him silent. A sob wracks through Yuuji, and he begins to cry. Megumi’s heart shatters in his chest. “Oh, my baby. Oh, sweet boy.”
He holds Yuuji through it, kissing his face and whispering sweet nothings. It takes a few moments for Yuuji to calm down. “What are you thinking?”
“I just—” Yuuji looks up at Megumi. His eyes are watery, his face is flushed red, and he’s absolutely beautiful in every way. “I love you. So much.”
Megumi melts. “I love you, too.”
“I never want to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry.”
Megumi kisses his forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
Yuuji smiles and lets Megumi wipe his eyes. He loves Yuuji like this—all soft around the edges. He wraps them both in blankets, holding Yuuji close. He never wants to let him go.
He’d do anything to protect this. Absolutely anything.