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A sharp sound of heels clicking against the tile floors caught Sukuna’s attention, his dark eyes as if gleaming red in the dimness of the police station, sharp like a cat’s might be, a predator sensing prey.

He was seated on the only bench his lone holding cell had, sprawled atop it like a king might lounge upon a throne, lazily and indulgently, his thick thighs spread wide as he leaned forward in interest, elbows resting on his knees.

His eyebrows were raised in mild intrigue as he listened.

”Apologies ma’am, we can’t let you enter—”

The steps didn’t falter, walking in further. Sukuna tilted his head this way and that as he listened, senses sharpening.

”Ma’am—”

”Oh, I’m so awfully sorry officers,” a familiar voice said just then, soft yet drawling with an exaggerated accent and dripping amusement, ”but you see, I’m here to report a crime.”

Sukuna smiled now, though did not stand up so as to not draw attention to himself. It was better the sorry lads were all drooling after the newcomer, one that Sukuna knew all too well.

”A crime? What has happened, miss?”

”Uh, boss, I don’t think we should—”

Sukuna chuckled as the poor lad was interrupted, shot down by his commanding officer with a simple handwave, shushing him as if he was a mere child. The older men were all already gone, eagerly taking in the newcomer, all but drooling on the floor as the person was ushered deeper inside the station, all the way to the counter that sat just before Sukuna’s cell.

They were clad in a quite feminine way, dressed up all fancy like a widow for a funeral and Sukuna’s interest was piqued even further and he leant forward slightly more, his eyes dark now, never leaving the small figure of this person.

”Ma’am, may I ask what your name is?” one of the police officers asked, ushering one of his underlings to fetch a chair for them to sit on. There were five men in the station altogether, the cleaning crew having left some time ago now, no other prisoners being held there in the middle of nowhere.

Only Sukuna was being kept in the station, guarded at all times as the officers waited for their backup that was quite slow to come.

”My name?”

”Yes ma’am, for the paperwork you see,” the man said, all of them now gathered around them by the counter, watching as they sniffled and hiccuped all fake-like, though the officers seemed much too weak-willed to pick up on something like that. They were all too eager to get their greasy hands on their charms, not even noticing how they slowly pulled out a gun from the holster secured on their back, covered by their jacket.

”Why, of course,” they drawled as Sukuna slowly stood up as if silently commanded, making not a single sound as he walked to the other side of his cell, reaching through the bars for the gun as it was handed to him, the officers crowding around them never noticing a single thing.

”My name is Uraume,” they said, right as Sukuna’s fingers closed around the handle of the gun they had smuggled in.

”Uraume? I think I’ve heard that before, though… I can’t seem to put my finger on it,” one of the men said, humming and hawing as if to make a whole show of it. He probably thought Uraume was famous, an actress perhaps, and in a way he’d be right.

”Oh, I’m sure you have officer, for you see,” Uraume said, lifting up their skirt slowly, all the men in the room stuck on the path of their fingers as they rose further and further up their leg, revealing their high heels and stockings for their greedy eyes, mouths all but salivating as they saw the garter around their thigh, ”I am indeed quite famous.”

Instead of a garter through, it was actually another holster, for a knife this time and Uraume was swift as they pulled it out, plunging it deep into the chest cavity of the nearest police officer, right in between the spaces of his ribs.

”Unfortunately for you, I’m famous for some murders ’round these parts.”

The police scarcely had any time at all to process what Uraume had said before Sukuna raised his gun, swiftly and without a second thought firing bullets in the hearts and brains of the officers there, all of them falling on the ground right beside Uraume’s feet, some leaning against the counter all mangled up as their lives bled out of them.

Slowly Uraume twirled around, a coy smirk pulling at their lips as they took in the sight of Sukuna casually leaning against his barred cell.

”Fancy meeting you here,” he said, as Uraume was pushing themselves off of the counter and sauntering towards Sukuna, bunching up the front of his shirt in their fist, roughly pulling the man closer to them.

”You been a bad boy again, ’Kuna?”

Sukuna shoved the gun into the belt of his pants, then with a sly smile he wrapped his arms around Uraume’s small waist, pulling them flush against him, though the metal bars were still digging in between their two bodies, yet it didn’t stop Uraume from tilting their chin up and for Sukuna to then roughly pull them in for a filthy kiss through the gaps, all but shoving his tongue down their throat as he claimed them for himself.

Uraume’s touch was cold as always, yet Sukuna welcomed it, relished in it even. They cupped his sharp jaw briefly before letting go, hands indulgently trailing down the contours of his muscled chest, clear even through the clothes he was wearing.

In the midst of Sukuna’s killing spree Uraume had managed to snatch up the keys to the cells, deft fingers working now to unlock his cell even as Sukuna refused to let them part from him for even a second, allowing them neither room to work nor air to breathe.

”Ngh—” Uraume managed, yet Sukuna only pulled them closer, the kiss turning almost painful as he nipped and bit at their lips, sucking on their tongue as if he was ravenous, a carnivore animal near starvation.

Of course Sukuna knew exactly how good Uraume was with their hands and soon enough he heard the click of the lock as the door opened, allowing Sukuna to walk out of his holding cell, a free man once more.

He was all but crowding Uraume against the counter, caging them in but they in turn held not a single inclination of wanting to be anywhere else. Sukuna rarely saw them dressed like that these days, his eyes immediately darkening as he took in the sight of Uraume in a skirt and heels, such a rare treat even in the best of times.

They had dolled up to the nines to fool these police officers, pretending to be a hapless woman to trick them, a proper lady like they had never been in actuality, and a flare of jealousy surged through Sukuna at the thought of it, of Uraume doing anything at all to please other men, and his hands became greedy as he pawed at their hips then lower at their thighs, lifting their skirt up and trailing his large palms across the expanse of their body, so much smaller than his own, pushing his knee in between their legs to spread them, fingers easing slowly up, up, up towards where Uraume was always the warmest.

”D’you like it?”

Sukuna hummed in agreement, yet was planning on showing his appreciation in another way, lifting Uraume up on the counter swiftly and with ease, his large hands grabbing a firm hold of their thighs to push them obscenely wide.

His fingers were greedy now, touch growing ceaseless and Uraume’s chest was rising in time with their panting, the very air growing warm around them from the force of Sukuna’s desire.

Uraume longed to close their thighs so they might rub them together for any amount of relief at all, but soon enough Sukuna grew too impatient to simply look and admire them, instead using his black lacquered nails to tear at their stockings with a ripping sound that had Uraume gasping from anticipation, arching their back, then all but mewling as Sukuna pushed their underwear to the side so he might shove two of his fingers inside of Uraume right away, relishing in the wetness and the warmth, his pace languid as he curled them this way and that, as if exploring though they both knew there was scarcely anything left for him to explore after all of their years spent together.

Uraume leaned back on their elbows, content for the time being to watch Sukuna playing around with their body, lewd moans and whimpers escaping past their lips every now and again as if they couldn’t help it at all. ”Do you like me better with a skirt then?”

There was an insecurity in their voice, one that Sukuna knew he might never be able to dispel completely, but he was easily shaking his head this time and any other time as well. He pulled his fingers out slowly, wicked tongue darting out to taste the slick coating them as he brought them up to his lips before stepping even closer, roughly pulling Uraume to the edge of the counter.

”I do like it, but not for the reason you think,” he said, reaching down to open his own belt and to pull out his considerable length that was growing harder and harder already, enjoying the look of mild horror passing by briefly in Uraume’s eyes before disappearing under a wave of pure lust. Despite their considerable size difference, Sukuna had long ago claimed Uraume’s body for himself, molded and shaped their insides just for him.

He used one hand to grab a handful of Uraume’s ass, the other already guiding his tip towards them, running it up and down their slit and toying with their clit as Uraume bit down on their lips, toes curling inside of their boots.

”I like it,” Sukuna began as he pushed his tip inside, both of them groaning from the feel of it, ”because of the easy access it grants me to this slutty body of yours.”

With that, Sukuna pulled Uraume even closer, roughly entering them all in one go, the other almost biting through the skin of their lips from the violent yet delicious feel of it. Sukuna groaned as the wet warmth enveloped him almost completely, though due to his size he was never able to enter them entirely. Still, the utterly obscene sight of the tip of his cock protruding under the skin of their belly had him hardening even more as he pulled out before slamming back in, setting a harsh pace from the start.

The station was soon filled with more and more lewd sounds as Sukuna took Uraume roughly, the pair surrounded by the dead bodies they had killed, the two of them all but doused in fresh red blood as well as the slick that dripped out of Uraume and onto the tile floors below as they were helpless to do anything but lie there and take it as Sukuna fucked them hard and fast, then even faster and faster, their small body jerking forward and back along with his pace, small moans and breathy gasps punched out of them every now and again, a possessive sheen in Sukuna’s eyes that Uraume loved to see, their body growing more and more heated and their head dipped back as if they couldn’t help it, exposing the enticing expanse of their neck to the undying avarice in Sukuna’s gaze and he immediately leaned forward, his large body easily covering all of Uraume’s as he nipped and licked at their skin, hands grabbing greedy handfuls of their ass and thighs, coating them in nasty red and purple marks from his fingers and nails.

As Uraume laid even further back, head resting on the counter now, they made eye contact with one of the dead corpses and a wicked smile grazed their lips as they reached out to retrieve their knife from the corpse, the sick sound of soft flesh kissing goodbye to the steel of their blade excited them and Uraume wrapped their ankles around Sukuna to bring him even closer, heels digging into his lower back. Sukuna took the hint for what it was and fucked them even harder, reaching in deeper inside of them and Uraume’s wicked smile was soon turning dizzy and delirious from the desire and heated passion that coursed through them.

Uraume knew from plentiful experience that Sukuna’s stamina could be quite frightening if he wished it to be, but fucking as they were in a now deserted police station, they didn’t have all the time in the world to indulge in each other. As such, Sukuna let himself near his peak much faster than normal, Uraume as well reaching down to play with their clit as they felt his thrusts growing more and more erratic and soon enough they were keening as they came, back arching artfully, gushing slick onto the floors and Sukuna groaned at the feel of them convulsing around him, pressing himself as far inside as he could before he came as well, spilling deep into Uraume’s belly, the other almost cumming again at the feel of it.

With a groan Sukuna pulled out and not being one to waste a good thing, he shoved his fingers again into Uraume to keep them from spilling all over the floors and his fancy shoes. Uraume lowered themselves down from the counter with a grimace, back and hips already aching and bruised from being claimed so thoroughly by Sukuna.

Oversensitive, they grabbed his tattooed wrist and pulled out his fingers, raising an eyebrow at him. ”We have to get going soon, before the reinforcements show up and then we’ll really have to work to get out of here.”

Sukuna once more brought his fingers up to his lips, pointedly licking them clean. ”If you insist.”

Uraume only looked at him, quite nonplussed by his antics by now. ”I’m afraid I must.”

Side by side the two of them walked out of the bloodied station, greeted outside by the harsh sunlight and the desert heat as well as the sight of their comrades standing just off the side of the dusty asphalt road, leaning against their red getaway car.

”Took you long enough,” Hajime said, pushing himself off of the car, already wanting to get going.

Yorozu in turn was immediately all over Sukuna as the two walked over to them, but he paid her scarcely any mind at all as she groped at his broad chest.

Her painted lips were pulled into a wicked smile that dimmed slightly as she breathed in his scent. ”You smell like sex,” she remarked, a hurt tone in her voice that had Uraume rolling their eyes.

Sukuna said nothing, only looked down at her with one eyebrow raised and he simply wrapped his arm around Uraume’s small waist, pulling the other closer and without even a flicker of a change in his expression reached out to bunch up their dress, then shove his fingers in Uraume’s pussy and pulling them out just to show Yorozu his own cum mixed in with Uraume’s slick.

Yorozu scowled in thinly veiled disgust, pushing herself off of him at last. ”I don’t get why you’d wanna be with a cross-dresser like that anyway,” she muttered, mostly to herself, turning away from them and as such, not seeing how Sukuna casually put his fingers in Uraume’s mouth for the other to lick clean this time, ”you should wanna be with a proper woman instead, not some queer freak.”

Sukuna patted Uraume on the ass as he let them go, the other silently handing him back his pack of cigarettes and a lighter without needing to be prompted at all, Sukuna swiftly lighting one with a few clicks, taking a good, deep drag before blowing out the smoke, head tilted back to watch it dispel in the air, the sweet feeling of nicotine once more running through his lungs and veins a great relief.

”Cross-dresser or not,” Sukuna said, taking another drag, Uraume’s eyes glued onto the sight of his lips wrapped around the cigarette, ”I’ve never had pussy better than this,” he finished, patting Uraume on their ass again for emphasis and grabbing it briefly before letting them go.

”Alright, can we get going already?” Hajime quipped, already halfway sitting on the driver’s seat of the car with boredom oozing out of every line of his expression, ”this place is gonna be crawling with cops soon.”

Yorozu was still muttering as she made her way to the car, shooting Uraume seething glares every now and again, though they only had eyes for Sukuna, who just then was pulling out his gun and without another word, aimed a shot right between Yorozu’s feet, causing her to jump up in fright, yelping like dog.

Uraume chuckled and it set Yorozu off again, shouting and cursing at them.

”You start behavin’ now, or I’ll aim the next shot at your belly and leave you here to bleed out all by your lonesome,” Sukuna said, handing Uraume his gun so they might holster it on their waist again. Silently Uraume took it, with their other hand hiking up their skirt to fasten their knife on their thigh, the flesh there deeply marred by Sukuna’s fervent touch, causing the man a surge of possessiveness and pride as he saw the markings he had left behind.

Without another word, Yorozu humphed, but made to move towards the car as instructed. Sukuna reached out to open the backseat door and Yorozu jumped at the opportunity again, making to sit beside Sukuna, only for him to pull her away by her long black hair, instead ushering Uraume inside and sitting down beside them.

Scowling, she had no other option but to hurry and sit on the front seat beside Hajime, or else she’d be left behind in the dust.

With the windows down and wind in their hair, the group sped along the hot desert road, the radio on to a news station that described the latest crimes of a criminal gang that had been plaguing the police force for many months now.

”—the group consists of four individuals according to the latest reports, led by the infamous Ryomen Sukuna, also known by the alias ”the King of Crimes” and his accomplices, the most known besides their leader is the one known as ”the Butcher” due to this person’s favored weapon being a normal kitchen knife—”

Beaming with pride and satisfaction, Sukuna pulled Uraume closer with his large hand loosely wrapped around their throat, wicked smile on his lips as he kissed the top of their head and their starlight hair, his other hand hanging out of the car window, a cigarette loosely gripped between two of his fingers.

”—the criminals have been escalating from gas station robberies to murders and the police fear they might be gearing up for a bigger crime spree soon—”

Sukuna’s laughter roared in the wind and the smoke and the billowing sands, his head thrown back as he listened to the newscaster speak. ”Well, those fools aren’t entirely wrong!”

He wrapped his free arm around Uraume again, pulling them flush against his side. ”Ain’t that right, Ume? We’ll do something grand soon, leave this fucking hell behind for good!”

Hajime gripped the driving wheel tighter, knuckles white. ”Right, you talk about leavin’ the country but I wanna leave this whole shitshow of a life behind, move somewhere and start over.”

Yorozu as well turned to look at Sukuna from the front seat. ”Don’t you wanna have a good life too, Sukuna? A nice wife to warm your bed and a brood of kids runnin’ round the house?”

Her smile was mischievous as she reached out, laying her hand on Sukuna’s knee. ”Ain’t that right?”

Uraume was the one to slap her hand away, causing Yorozu to hiss at them like an alley cat. Sukuna took a drag out of his cigarette, spreading his thighs further, grumbling.

”I’m sure I don’t know what you two are talkin’ about, this is the life for me, I’ve never been cut out for that suburban family shit,” he cursed, shaking his head, ”you two are just foolin’ yourselves, they don’t make families with our kind here, they’ll put you in a camp sooner than let you anywhere near their ’American dream’.”

Hajime glanced at him from the rearview mirror. ”You can’t do this on your own, though, you know that.”

At that Sukuna laughed again, pulling Uraume closer to him. ”Why do you think I’ll be alone?”

Uraume smiled, though said nothing, instead they were all but glowing with pride, just like they always were whenever Sukuna included them in his plans without asking, just assuming they’d always be there wherever he went, right by his side where they belonged.

As Sukuna pulled his hand inside the car again to smoke, Uraume instead reached out, fingers wrapping around his wrist to guide his hand towards their own mouth, so they might take a drag out of his cigarette as well. And Sukuna let them, eyes fixating on the way their lips wrapped around it, the sight of their small fingers struggling to hold his wrist in their grip enticing, his body growing heated again.

Hajime then shifted his gaze to Uraume, the youngest of their group and also the one who had the least life experience outside of being a criminal. ”What about you then?” he asked, ”you happy to be an outcast for the rest of your life?”

Uraume’s expression never even faltered as they met Hajime’s eyes, blowing out smoke. ”I was already an outcast, there was never any other choice for me.”

Knowing their past, Hajime couldn’t really say anything in response to their statement. Uraume was still awfully young to be living like they were, barely an adult by any standards, but they were right about the fact that they would’ve been cast out sooner rather than later even if Sukuna had never found them and took them under his wing.

Yorozu in turn held no such understanding towards them. ”Pah! If your daddy hadn’t fucked your brains out as a kid I’m sure you would’ve grown into a nice housewife like you were meant to!” she laughed.

Uraume shifted in their seat, letting go of Sukuna’s wrist as he as well sensed their actions and let go of the lit cigarette as Uraume took it instead, leaning back in his own seat to contentedly watch as Uraume reached forward, grabbing a fistful of Yorozu’s long, black hair and using their grip they yanked her head violently backwards, her neck bent and back twisting in an uncomfortable angle.

”Hey—!” she shrieked, yet didn’t get much further before Uraume put out the smoldering cigarette against Yorozu’s right eyeball, pressing it in harder with a wicked snarl escaping past their lips as the woman screamed and wailed, her eye bleeding and burning as Uraume abused her.

”Sukuna-sama told you to watch your damn mouth, bitch,” they said, yanking on her hair all the while, twisting it this way and that as Yorozu clawed at her injured eye, trying to spit out the blood that was getting into her mouth, her other hand grabbing at Hajime beside her in a vain attempt at getting him to help her.

”Let go of me—!” Hajime yelled, never having been one to get in the middle of skirmishes he wasn’t a part of, yet now as Yorozu clawed and grabbed at him, it was causing the car to swerve on the road, Hajime’s control of the vehicle faltering.

With another shriek, Yorozu tugged harshly on Hajime’s elbow, causing the man to swerve the car, the vehicle speeding off the road and into a rock nearby. The four companions inside lurched forward, yet were spared from worse injuries thanks to the efforts of Hajime who had managed to slow down somewhat before the collision.

Surrounded by smoke, the three of them crawled out of the car, Hajime then going to help Yorozu exit as well, all but tugging the woman out, her face smeared with blood and her right eye now blind though she still managed to stand upright.

”You fucking cunt! Look what you’ve done!”

Uraume didn’t spare her even a glance, busy brushing off dirt and sand from Sukuna’s clothes, feeling him up all the while.

Yorozu was still wailing and crying, trying to clean the blood and tears from her face, smearing her makeup all over in the process.

”Well,” Hajime sighed, looking around, ”that car won’t go any further.”

No one offered any help or suggestions, the man grumbling as he looked around. They had been driving along a highway, though it was quite deserted it was still likely someone would come along sooner or later.

Hajime turned to face his comrades, hands on his hips. ”Sukuna-sama, your face is plastered all over the news, I think you ought to hide and me and Uraume will flag down a car to rob.”

Uraume immediately scowled, their whole demeanor souring at the prospect of being separated from Sukuna, yet they didn’t complain as the man walked off further to the side, for once agreeing with Hajime, injured Yorozu as well was gleeful now as she followed him, trying to garner sympathy from him to no avail, yet it never deterred her in the slightest.

Uraume cursed, turning to the road and walking towards it, muttering insults under their breath as they kicked a rock, watching it veer off into the road before stopping in the middle of it.

”Calm down, you know Sukuna-sama hardly even tolerates her,” Hajime quipped, glancing at Uraume briefly.

They only flipped him off without another word, crouching down by the side of the road, absentmindedly picking up an errant stick and beginning to draw swirls and stick figures into the sand as Hajime kept a lookout for any oncoming cars.

”There’s someone coming, hurry,” he said soon enough, grabbing Uraume by their arm and pulling them up.

Uraume pushed him away harshly, but otherwise flagged down the car as instructed. The driver slowed down as Hajime hid himself away, knowing the driver only cared about Uraume, who seemed like a young girl to anyone who didn’t know them.

Their eyes flashed with intrigue as the car pulled to a stop beside them, the man driving it seemingly quite well off.

He rolled down his window, eyeing Uraume up and down. ”What’s a young pretty thing like you doin’ out here all alone?”

Suppressing a gag, Uraume put on their best show, even using their more high-pitched voice, twirling their hair around their finger like a little girl. ”Oh mister, won’t you help me? I was trying to drive home to my parents but, you see, I’m so clumsy that I completely drove off the road!”

The man clearly didn’t see anything off with their performance. ”Aren’t you too young to be driving a car all alone?”

Uraume faked a few sniffles, even wiping their completely dry eyes for emphasis. ”O-oh, I was just trying to have some fun, like they do in those films my daddy took me to see, where they drive the cars real fast…”

The man’s eyes flashed with greed as if he had struck gold and he reached out to push open the front seat door, gesturing for Uraume to sit beside him. ”That’s alright girl, I’ll take you to your daddy.”

As Uraume stepped closer, he all but leered at them. ”I’ll give you a real good ride, just like in the movies.”

The man looked away briefly and Uraume took the opportunity to roll their eyes at him, yet still they sat on the seat beside him. The man immediately began groping their thighs, trying to lift up their skirt and cup a feel of their chest.

Uraume let the man lift up their skirt, his hand trailing up until he reached the holster Uraume held their knife in.

”Wha—”

Yet before he got another sound out of him, Uraume had already pulled their knife out and used it to brutally slice the man’s neck open, blood immediately shooting out of him and onto their face as well as dousing the car’s interior in its violently red color.

Used to the violence this life offered them, Uraume didn’t think much more of it as they reached out to push open the driver’s side door, pushing the man’s dead body unceremoniously onto the ground.

Hajime then walked over as well, grimacing at the blood. ”You couldn’t have done a cleaner job? This car is gonna reek of rot by the time we ever get to the next city over.”

Uraume shrugged, looking ahead. The other two returned to them as well, Hajime then immediately beginning to scold Yorozu about leaving her now injured eye alone. He pushed her into the backseat, climbing in after her in an effort to start administering first aid and to see the extent of the damage done to her.

Sukuna sat in the driver’s seat, grinning as they took in all of the blood, breathing it in in greedy lungfuls. He cupped the back of Uraume’s head, fingers tangled in their hair as he pulled them in for a filthy kiss, tasting the blood on their face.

—

As night descended upon them, the group finally reached an old house sitting just outside of the city, surrounded by trees and an unkept yard. It had belonged to a victim of theirs, now acting as a safe house for the group. The gravel road was rough as they pulled into the driveway, grass peeking out from the gaps between the aged stones that were embedded into the ground there.

Hajime was silent as he helped Yorozu out of the car, Sukuna only gracing her with a single glance before he walked away with Uraume on his arm.

”You should’ve trained your dog better!” she wailed at him, ”how am I meant to find a good husband now that that fucking kid scarred my beautiful face!?”

Sukuna laughed, walking into the house. ”We’ll get you a cool eyepatch, don’t worry!”

Yorozu still grumbled, unsteady on her feet from the pain and her partial blindness. Uraume glanced at her from the doorway, pointedly grabbing the arm Sukuna had around them. ”You look better like that anyway, your eyes were never your best feature.”

Yorozu lifted up her skirt as she stomped over the stairs onto the terrace, fuming now. ”Oh you fucking—”

It was Hajime who shut her up though, running up to her and holding her back from doing anything reckless. ”You wanna lose the other eye?”

After a moment, she shook her head, still scowling.

”I thought so,” he said, helping her into the house, ”you really ought to annoy those two less, it’s a miracle you’ve gotten away unscathed this far.”

”I didn’t even do anything,” she huffed.

”Uh-huh,” Hajime rolled his eyes as they walked further into the house, getting her settled on the dusty couch that sat smack middle of the entire room, ”and if you’re planning on becoming a housewife, you really ought to try to fuck Sukuna-sama less, since he won’t run away with you in any case.”

Yorozu’s expression softened instantly as the topic shifted, a dreamy smile pulling her lips as she twisted around to gaze at Sukuna as he walked back into the room. ”He’ll come around, he has to grow bored of that kid eventually.”

She sighed wistfully, turning back around to prop her feet on the coffee table before her. ”I know that brat must be a boring lay.”

Hajime said nothing, patting her on the shoulder in passing as he walked into the kitchen where Uraume was already preparing dinner from the meager ingredients the cupboards held.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. ”We need more money if we’re gonna do anything big.”

Sukuna walked in as well, patting Uraume on the ass as he passed them. ”We’ll go out tomorrow, do the usual scheme and gather the money for the bigger heist.”

”And what is this ’bigger heist’ going to be exactly?”

Sukuna grinned. ”We’re going to rob a bank.”

Hajime raised his eyebrows, already quite dubious. ”You’re plannin’ on robbing a bank with the three of us and…” he nudged his head in the direction of Yorozu, sparing her a glance to make sure she wasn’t listening.

Sukuna only shrugged. ”I have a plan.”

”Well,” Hajime said, ”do tell, then.”

—

During the following weeks the group went out doing some smaller crimes here and there to gather funds for gas and other equipment that they needed for their big heist as well as stealing cars every now and again and ditching them whenever the cops started to get a little too hot on their tails.

Each of them possessed not only different talents but different styles as well, in the beginning days of their little gang it had taken the cops quite a while to even be able to piece together that they were connected at all, since the crime scenes they left behind always differed so vastly from one another.

”You really shouldn’t be going out right now,” Hajime sighed, walking into the house after Sukuna, slamming the door shut.

”And who made you the boss?”

”I’m just sayin’, we’re gonna get caught if you don’t start controlling that trigger finger,” Hajime remarked, lighting a cigarette with a few clicks of his lighter, then tossing it to Sukuna so he might do the same.

Hajime was the group’s designated driver, rarely going out and doing crimes of his own and despite their significantly young age, he often preferred working with Uraume, not only because of how quiet they usually were, cool and collected like winter breeze, but also how neatly they managed their tasks, only going crazier if Sukuna was there to egg them on.

As if summoned by the thought, Uraume peeked out from the kitchen. ”Dinner’s done,” they said, wiping their knife on a towel.

The house was much more quiet than normal and the two men looked around the empty rooms before turning to face each other again.

”Where’s Yorozu?”

Sukuna shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walked to the kitchen, sitting down by the table to eat. Hajime walked in right after him, turning the radio away from the music program Uraume had been listening to and instead searching for a news station. The chef of the group cursed at him for it, but Hajime got off easy in the end as Sukuna captured Uraume’s attention, pulling them to sit on his lap as he ate.

Hajime fiddled with the radio, grimacing at the static noise until—

”—has been captured, the victim said the woman allegedly approached him at a side alley, flirting with him before attempting to steal his money, police were alerted and the woman apprehended—”

Hajime shot Sukuna a pointed look, his body stiff from the tension yet Sukuna only shrugged.

”That could be anybody.”

”—the woman allegedly wore an eyepatch over her right eye, which struck the victim as odd and may have helped save his wallet and his life—”

”… alright, it might be her.”

Hajime put down the radio, sighing dejectedly. ”What the hell are we gonna do now? We can’t rob a bank with just the three of us!”

Sukuna waved him off. ”Stop bitching, I have a couple buddies in a nearby town, we’ll go see ’em tomorrow. I’m sure they’d be up to help us out a little.”

”Buddies? As in multiple? I’m not lookin’ to split the bounty among too many people, y’know,” Hajime remarked, crossing his arms across his chest.

Sukuna only grinned. ”I wouldn’t worry about it.”

—

That night after Hajime had already retreated to this room, having come to the conclusion that not only had Yorozu indeed gotten caught, but it equally wasn’t in their best interest to try and bust her out of wherever she was being kept, as she wasn’t worth the trouble, Sukuna was lounging on the couch in the living room, watching television.

Soon enough though he could feel a small, cold touch on his shoulder, traveling to his neck and then lower, tracing the path of the muscled contours of his chest.

”What’s the matter, Ume?” he said, smirking already.

Uraume said nothing, wrapping their arms around Sukuna’s neck from behind, nuzzling the side of his head like a kitten, breathy gasps echoing in Sukuna’s ears.

Sukuna grinned, reaching out to grasp Uraume’s thin wrist, tugging them to sit on his lap. ”Come on, then, c’mere.”

Immediately Uraume settled on him, thighs spread obscenely wide over Sukuna’s thick and muscled ones, and ground down into his lap, seeking contact from his already hardening length, needy and impatient.

A small, broken whine escaped past their lips as they felt Sukuna’s hand traveling lower, playing with the waistline of their pants before opening them fully, large and rough fingers dipping into their underwear and sliding down even further, discovering the soaked center of them, Uraume already panting from the small amount of touch they were granted.

Sukuna hummed in satisfaction, fingers dipping lower and deeper into them, curling slow and gut-clenchingly good as he dragged the pads of his fingers to and fro, already knowing exactly where to stroke to have Uraume shivering above him.

Uraume was moving their hips back and forth, desperately shifting this way and that as they sought more and more from Sukuna, chasing his touch. They were seated on his palm, their entire cunt covered by Sukuna’s hand, granting delicious friction to their throbbing clit.

Using his other hand Sukuna grabbed ahold of Uraume’s chin, wrenching their head so they were forced to meet his eyes, burning like a flame in the dimness of the room where Uraume’s were a colder purple, like a plum blossom that had yet to bloom.

They were young still, perhaps sinfully young for someone of Sukuna’s age, but ever since that day he had first met them… there had never been even the smallest of chances that Sukuna would’ve been able to resist Uraume, never after that first sight of them in their family home, covered in the blood of their parents.

And Uraume… they had been just as taken by Sukuna, in their ears they could hear the hunting dogs barking in their kennels still, the gleam of Sukuna’s red eyes in the darkness of Uraume’s childhood home had been captivating, leading Uraume further and further away from the light and deeper into the darkness of the world, yet they couldn’t help but be glad for it. What their life would be like had Sukuna not found them and freed them… Uraume shuddered just thinking about it. This had always been the better, more kinder option to someone like them, someone who never fit in with the regular world.

Now Sukuna cupped their cunt in the palm of his hand again, pulling both of them back into the present moment, having gotten lost in each other’s eyes.

Sukuna was still smirking, always so damn smug, shoving his pants down and pulling Uraume’s off as well, the other dressed in a more masculine fashion these days, not that Sukuna minded. He cherished any form his Uraume came in, though he did always like them the best just like this, above him and grinding their hips down on his thick length, preferably wearing nothing at all.

”Better not be too loud,” he whispered, ”or you’ll wake up poor Kashimo in the next room.”

Sukuna grabbed his cock, sheathing himself fully inside of Uraume in one smooth thrust, causing Uraume to bite down on their lips to keep from crying out as their body swallowed Sukuna’s cock like it was starving. Their toes were already curling, legs shaking, much too close to the edge even though they had just begun.

Uraume bounced up and down on his length, trying to ease the building pressure inside of them, everything growing hotter then colder again, Sukuna’s touch burning wherever he touched them, the length of him utterly scalding as it throbbed inside of them.

In turn Sukuna was content to simply look at them as they worked for their own pleasure, fingers tangling into their starlight hair, tucking it behind their ears, twirling it around his fingers. ”You were made for me,” he whispered, grabbing Uraume’s face and capturing their lips in a sweet kiss, though soon it turned as filthy as always, Sukuna shoving his tongue down their throat as he picked up a relentless pace, pounding into Uraume’s pussy as if he meant to claim it, as if any part of them at all hadn’t already been marked by him long ago.

”I won’t ever let you go,” he said as their lips parted, desire coursing deep inside of him, making him feel alive in a way only Uraume had ever managed, ”even if this path of ours only leads us to ruin, I won’t even still let you go.”

Uraume’s eyes were wide, hazy and clouded over with pure pleasure, dizzy with devotion. The prospect of what Sukuna was promising them left them breathless, their legs shaking.

”If ever comes a day where I die, I will force you to follow me,” he said, ”I will drag you to the cold, freezing hell with me, if such a thing exists.”

”Yes,” Uraume nodded, rocking themselves back and forth on Sukuna’s lap.

Everything had changed for them ever since Sukuna had found them, and yet Uraume had never felt more like themselves before. They had left the entire world behind for Sukuna, but it had been a world that never wanted Uraume in the first place, one where there hadn’t been a space for them in any form, but Sukuna set Uraume free, letting them leave and giving them the opportunity to follow him instead, like a dog for a man, a human for a God.

Sukuna reached out, giving their ass a firm slap, Uraume shuddering from the impact of it. ”That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked, leaning closer to pull Uraume into a filthy and heated kiss.

He was groaning, pace hurried and hips stuttering. ”Take it, take what I’m giving to you,” Sukuna said, thrusting up faster now, deeper and deeper than ever before, ”feels good, doesn’t it? No one else could give this to you.”

Uraume nodded again, delirious from the sensations coursing through them, ”’t’s so deep…”

Sukuna was all but slamming into them now, their belly bulging from the force of it. ”No one else, right? You’d never follow someone else like this, ain’t that right? Just me, only I can draw this devotion out of you.”

”Mmhm, just you, never anyone else—!” Uraume seized up in his hold, cumming on his cock, drenching Sukuna’s lap. And he wasn’t far behind at all, with a final thrust spilling into him deep, always longing to hear Uraume’s devoted pleas, admitting that Sukuna was the only one in their life, that they were dedicated to him like a fool to a false God.

—

Hajime drove them all to meet Sukuna’s acquaintances the next day as planned, the plan for their big break coming together little by little. While the car sped along the dusty desert roads, endless seas of sand visible from the windows as they drive, Sukuna couldn’t quite help himself as he shoved his hand down Uraume’s pants, the other obediently keeping quiet despite Hajime definitely knowing what they were up to, but he was already much too used to the ravenous energy Sukuna had whenever they were gearing up for a bigger mission, or whenever it’d been too long since he’d been able to bleed someone dry. Uraume always endured the brunt of it, though Hajime knew they hardly minded at all, either. Made for each other, those two, he had always thought so or maybe he said it to ease his own conscience after never having done anything to keep young Uraume away from Sukuna’s grasp.

They met the new and hopefully temporary additions to their group in a dingy diner, the waitress eyeing their group quite nastily, but in the end deeming their money as good as any.

”My name is Suguru Geto, for the time being at least,” one of the men said, an eerie smile pulling at his lips, as if he was trying to look kind and welcoming without knowing either of the concepts beyond what he’d been able to find in a dictionary, ”and this is Mahito.”

The other man beside him was pale, stitched up and scarred from numerous wounds with long pale hair, a sickly shade of almost blue. He greeted them all enthusiastically like a child, as if he didn’t have a damn ounce of wit in him.

Uraume grumbled, but said nothing, scarcely ever speaking unless spoken to by Sukuna. They only needed these people for the numbers, they knew that much, they could get rid of them after the mission was over.

And so, some days later the group of them set out to do their biggest mission yet; a large bank robbery targeting one of the biggest businesses in the country. Hajime waited outside with their getaway car, discreetly parked a few ways down with him smoking inside and pretending to read a newspaper, a hat obscuring his face from view.

Geto had worked on the logistics with Sukuna and Uraume, how to work around the cameras, when the guards had shift changes and little details like that. They didn’t know what Mahito was there for except to make up the numbers.

At first their mission went smoothly, the group getting in and managing to seize the hall as Uraume and Sukuna worked to get rid of the security guards inside while Geto found the person with all those important keys and Mahito handled the hostages.

Though Uraume personally preferred a knife for butchering, a gun worked just as nicely. Feet dripping from blood, they turned to Sukuna to find his heated gaze already on them. Just then though, a shot rang through the hall and the pair turned to find one of the security guards they had supposedly killed clutching his stomach, gun pointed at Mahito on the other side of the room, the pale man collapsing with a shrill cry, falling dead on the ground.

Uraume was fast, killing the guy before he could turn his gun on either of them next and as Sukuna went to gather the money with Geto, Uraume went around the room and collected the remaining guns in a pile in the middle of the floor, keeping an eye on the hostages.

The customers trapped inside were all shaking like fallen leaves in Autumn, crying and pleading for their lives to be spared. Geto had thought it best not to kill them, and though Uraume didn’t care for his opinion, begrudgingly Sukuna had agreed, deeming it smartest to limit the amount of gunfire so as to not draw too much attention to the happenings inside of the bank.

Soon enough the duo emerged with the money, Sukuna giving his bag to Uraume and moving to grab Geto’s for himself, only the man held onto it, his eerie smile ever present on his face.

”It seems I’m outnumbered now,” he said, looking at Mahito’s body lying on the floor, ”I think I’ll hold onto my share of the money if you don’t mind.”

Sukuna said nothing, eyes locked onto the man before him. ”We don’t have the time to play around with you right now, Kenjaku.”

Kenjaku’s grin widened, ”you and your queer friend wouldn’t be thinking of betraying me now, would you? I’m here just to make the numbers, aren’t I?”

”You’re right,” Sukuna said, raising his gun, ”we just needed you for the numbers.”

Kenjaku sighed dramatically, suddenly pressing a button he had hidden in his suit pocket, blaring alarms sounding in the distance already. ”If I won’t make it out of here alive, then neither will you.”

Sukuna growled in irritation, instead of using his gun he reached out to pull Kenjaku into a headlock, roughly snapping his neck with a flex of his muscles. He let the body drop on the floor in a messy heap, pulling Uraume with him, both of them carrying the bags full of money.

Hajime was already prepared, car ready to go as soon as the two emerged from the bank, the driver not even mildly surprised to see only the two of them still alive, but clearly relieved the heist had still turned out in their favor instead of the other two who would’ve likely shot him dead right by the pavement.

The engine already running, Sukuna and Uraume fit themselves into the car along with their prize money, pulling off the masks they had worn on their faces as Hajime sped away, sirens following them all the while.

Kashimo Hajime wasn’t their go-to driver for nothing though, as he deftly avoided the gunfire from the police as well as any traps they tried to set up along the highway roads. He drove expertly and fast, the other two needing to hold onto the vehicle in the backseat where they were seated as the car swerved left and right.

It wasn’t until an errant bullet from the police managed to pierce through their car, hitting Hajime right at the base of his skull and killing him instantly, that things really started to go wrong.

Cursing, Sukuna climbed onto the front seat, opening the door to push Hajime’s body outside, his lifeless form rolling down the highway, causing many of the pursuing police cars to swerve violently in order to avoid hitting him.

As Sukuna sped even more than Hajime had, the force of the wind ripped the open car door loose, hitting one of the cars behind them, causing an explosion that had Uraume grinning as they too climbed up into the front seat, right beside Sukuna.

Hajime was usually their driver for his ability to keep his cool as he drove, now though that Sukuna was at the wheel, the speed and recklessness of their escape rose drastically. He laughed maniacally, Uraume as well grinning beside him as they watched him, eyes darting between him and the cars still pursuing them relentlessly.

Even if this path of ours only leads us to ruin, the words were echoing around Uraume’s mind now, as they watched the gas meter dropping down lower and lower, before wrenching their eyes away from it and looking to Sukuna instead.

They would be caught, the realization of it was coursing through both of them now, relentless like waves crashing against the shore. Outside the car the winds were howling, sand and rocks as far as the eye could see.

Sukuna turned to face Uraume with a wicked smile as the highway road before them came to a crossroads, a road opening left and then right, though to the two of them there was a third option there as well, presented in the form of the deep canyon that opened up ahead, signs along the road warning them of the danger it presented.

Uraume answered Sukuna’s smile with their own, the fire in his gaze setting ablaze every thought in their mind, leaving behind only himself.

And they could hear the dogs barking still, from the massacre of their first meeting, the blood of their oath so bright and clear from the time Sukuna had discovered them surrounded by the bodies of their parents, taken their hand into his and told them to follow him into hell.

And Uraume would, even if not forced, they still would. It brought them immeasurable amounts of joy to imagine their souls bonded in this way, pain and despair shared like a blessing, and now their bodies would die and rot, adored by no one but maggots, remembered by no one but each other, burning and ruined.

Uraume had chosen to take every step that had led them here, eyes wide open and lips parted, they had chosen. They had loved and followed Sukuna on purpose, without a single string attached.

Now, Sukuna reached over, grasping their hand in his tightly and pressing a bleeding kiss to their knuckles, eyes locked onto them instead of the world ahead.

Enveloped in each other’s loving gazes, the car steered off violently, rushing right through the fence at the edge of the canyon, plunging into the deep darkness below, followed by the sounds of police sirens as the other cars jerked to a halting stop, tires screeching and shouts echoing all around.

This would be it, there’d be nothing more after. But their and Sukuna’s souls were as if intertwined, had chosen each other, like two shades of paint, impossible to separate. And their souls would never forget that. Whatever would come after, they’d endure it together.

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