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“Inumaki? Inumaki, are you okay?”
Toge wants to be honest. He wants to yell and scream and say no, of course I’m not fucking okay. He wants to say how much it hurts to hear his family name instead of the more intimate given one. He settles on, “ Shake.”
Yuuta’s eyes narrow with suspicion. “O-oh, okay.”
The awkward silence settles over them again, save for the footsteps echoing off the walls of the abandoned love hotels of all things.
In a sick sense of irony, he and Yuuta considered sneaking off to one a little less than a year ago. Why Gojou sent them on a mission together, he will never understand. The excuse of helping Yuuta work as a team again and get reacclimated to Japan was bullshit.
“This, uh, kinda reminds you of our first mission, right? In a way?” Yuuta’s voice trembles slightly, a small gesture Toge knows well. He’s nervous. His voice would do the same thing before they kissed. Before they fu—
“V—vacan—vacancy.”
The small curse is dispatched easily. They’ve found a few here and there but not the semi-first grade they were sent to deal with.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Inumaki. I’ve been on my own for so long that it’s nice to have a partner. Especially with the plans for Shibuya.”
Toge’s blood runs cold. Partner. Such a stupid word that fills Toge with poisonous jealousy. It’s the same slimy, acidic feeling seeping through his veins that he felt the last time he was with Yuuta—when they broke up.
“Inumaki,” Yuuta starts, his voice uncharacteristically small and weak, “are you mad at me?”
He can’t even bring himself to answer. He only shrugs, but Okkotsu doesn’t buy it.
“I… I know we didn’t end on the best of terms.”
His throat tightens as he thinks back to their last night together. He was so happy—so in love, even if it had only been a few short months of dating—when Yuuta made the decision to break up since he was going overseas.
Toge didn’t even have a choice.
The anger still festers, turning septic under his skin, even now as they search for the curse.
A stupid fucking curse born from love and lust. Desire, longing, and heartbreak. Things Toge unfortunately understands too well now. Despite everything, and even through the hurt and devastation and fury curdling his blood, he still loves him.
“Wait.” Yuuta holds out a hand to stop their movements.
Toge returns to the moment, amethyst eyes focusing on the curse right around the corner. Its large, hulking body seems to be oozing something onto the ground below as it peers into a broken window. It vaguely reminds Toge of a pokemon.
“V—vacan—vacancy.”
Fuck. Bad timing.
Toge turns to try to kill the smaller curse, but Yuuta has already done the job. He doesn’t have time to be impressed. The damage has already been done.
The curse turns, meeting their eyes. It smiles, spreading its comically large and voluptuous red lips, releasing a thick, pink-tinted fog. Toge acts first.
“Don’t move.”
The curse stills as Toge’s techniques come into effect.
Toge coughs, his throat dry other than the slight trickle of blood falling to his hand. He stares at the bright crimson liquid against his pale skin. Heat rises through his body.
He’s not squeamish when it comes to blood, so he’s thrown off when his stomach flips and something builds inside.
Toge tries to stand, but his limbs are shaky and tired, and all he can do is watch Yuuta draw his sword and swing at the curse. Little by little, he can see Yuuta become sluggish. As Toge inches closer, crawling, he can see the beads of sweat dripping down Yuuta’s brow, and the heat within his own body intensifies.
“ Tak—Takana, ” he croaks out.
“I don’t know,” Yuuta responds. “I think it’s the curse.”
As if on cue, it smiles—a twisted, unsettling smile like someone only mimicking the human expression. It could attack. It could end them both. But instead, it simply floats away, disappearing down a nearby alley.
Yuuta. Yuuta is his priority.
Little by little, Toge crawls his way toward him, fighting the raging fire surging through his system. Fortunately, the fog seems to have already lifted, making him easier to find. The closer he comes to Yuuta, the hotter the fire burns in his stomach and the more his insides twist until he damn near doubles over in pain. Still, he keeps fighting.
“Takana.”
“Tog—Inumaki.” Yuuta scrambles around so they’re facing each other, and when their eyes meet, Toge’s stomach sinks. Tears stick to his waterline, and the expression on his face is pained. “Are you… are you okay?”
Yuuta must be struggling with the same thing. As he crawls forward on his hands and knees, he stops, keeling over and clutching his stomach. He hisses through his teeth at the pain, and it only makes Toge move faster.
As he does, there’s a strange feeling that enters his system. It appears from nowhere and mixes with the blood in his veins like a poison, insidious as it makes its home in his heart before spreading through his body.
It’s lust. Desire. Arousal.
Toge is no stranger to sexual urges—but this is something more primal. This is something deeply rooted in his very being, deep in the recesses of his hypothalamus.
He tries to turn away from Yuuta but his body won’t let him. There’s something in the back of his mind that tells him this is necessary for his survival.
“It… it hurts.”
When he hears Yuuta call out, his gaze snaps forward and he realizes just how close they are. His insides may as well have been shredded to ribbons.
“Ah—” he cries out, choking on his words as the pain only gets worse.
“The curse. This must be the curse.” Yuuta seems only marginally more coherent than Toge himself. His eyes are clouded and his breaths are coming in heavy pants. “Fuck, it hurts.”
“ Takana. ” Toge repeats.
Yuuta chokes on a sob as he writhes in pain, positioning himself on all fours in front of Toge with his chest pressed against the ground.
Presenting.
The voice inside Toge’s head screams at him to mount, mount, mount.
As if he can read his thoughts, Yuuta’s back is arching and he spreads his legs.
He’s not sure if it's the curse, or if Yuuta is still somehow on the same wavelength as Toge.
Another crash of pain pulls him from his thoughts as he moves forward, pressing his aching erection against Yuuta’s ass. For a moment—a brief, blissful second—the pain subsides.
When it returns, it's still brazen and strong, but as their eyes meet, Toge knows they both understand what they have to do.
“Iguro. Mentaiko.” Toge’s hands grip at Yuuta’s hips and pull him closer, earning him a moan. Neither care that they’re on the dirty, disgusting streets of an alley in a run-down red light district, only focusing on the overwhelming sense of relief as they grind their bodies together. “ Shake?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Yuuta whines. “It’s okay. We’ve done this—mm—before, right? And it’s not— ah —like we have a choice.”
Part of Toge knows it’s true. There’s no backup coming and there’s no way to fight the curse’s effect, at least not with his mind swimming the way it is. Another part of Toge knows it's also a convenient excuse.
Yuuta looks so fragile, so helpless beneath him, and Toge doesn’t feel the slightest bit of shame with how much it turns him on. Unsteady hands manage to unzip Yuuta’s pants and pull them down far enough to expose his ass to the cold air. Toge runs his hands along the meatiest part of his ass and spreads him wide.
The choked sound Yuuta makes has Toge’s cock twitching. While they dated, Toge was generally inclined to be the one receiving. He was interested in topping Yuuta, of course, but before they could have that discussion…
Either way, Toge has the chance now and won’t let it go to waste.
Yuuta writhes beneath his touch, turning to face Toge as he pleads with him for more.
“ Stay still. ”
Toge learns something new about himself as a sick, twisted sense of pleasure courses through his veins at the way Yuuta immediately stops, obeying his command. He’s not sure how long the effect of his speech will last, so Toge dips down and presses his tongue against Yuuta’s rim.
“Toge!”
He loves the sound of his name on Yuuta’s lips. He can’t wait to hear more of the pretty sounds he’s able to pull from him.
Yuuta remains perfectly still as Toge laps at the muscle, teasing, pressing his tongue just hard enough for Yuuta to feel the pressure but not hard enough for any satisfying sort of relief. Toge is painfully hard, and whatever curse is controlling him continues to wreak havoc on his body. But shoving his tongue inside Yuuta’s hole and hearing the way he cries out his name provides at least a modicum of relief.
He continues, adding fingers as he goes to make sure Yuuta’s nice and stretched. With each whine and keen, as Yuuta begins to quiver and shake beneath him, Toge’s patience runs thin.
“ Sujiko. ”
Yuuta turns his head; glassy eyes fixed on Toge. His chest swells, and his breath catches as he revels in the feel of being the subject of that lustful gaze. His own stare fixates on Yuuta’s expression, watching the minute changes as he reaches down and releases his cock.
It feels good to relieve the pressure but the pain quickly begins to return in full force.
“Toge, Toge, please. Fuck. I need you.”
That word, need , is what sets Toge off. If Yuuta needs him, then why the fuck did they break up in the first place? Why did his heart have to be shattered into pieces, broken beyond all repair, after he finally, finally , dared to hope he could have something beautiful? Toge needed Yuuta, and Yuuta left him.
“ Ikuro, ” Toge swears, rubbing the head of his cock against Yuuta’s stretched hole. He’s not sure it's enough, but he can’t wait any longer.
As Toge presses himself inside it feels like fucking heaven. Yuuta is hot—scorching—but Toge continues on, dragging his cock along Yuuta’s tight walls. His hips roll forward, trying to bury himself further, and Yuuta whines beneath him, taking gasping, hiccuping breaths as his cock leaks onto the street below. He’s so tight Toge has a hard time pushing further.
His hand runs along Yuuta’s back, getting him to arch further in an attempt to get that tight hole to devour more of his cock but he’s still met with resistance.
Yuuta whines, his hips wiggling as he struggles to take Toge.
“Relax.” For a brief moment, Yuuta stiffens as the curse takes effect, then melts under Toge’s touch. It’s easy for him to slip further inside. Yuuta is still tight, his velvety walls giving Toge the perfect amount of friction, though it only takes one more thrust of his hips to sheath himself completely.
He leans over Yuuta’s back, engulfing him with his body. He loved it when Yuuta fucked him like this—so close and warm and intimate—and he wants to show Yuuta what he’s missing. What he could come back to.
That voice in the back of his mind telling him to mount, to thrust, to fuck , returns to the forefront.
He starts off slow, rolling his hips and giving shallow, deep thrusts. Yuuta relaxes even more around him, making it easier to slide in and out.
The sound Yuuta makes goes straight to Toge’s cock and he throbs inside him. One of his rice-ball expletives slips past his lips and he breathes heavily against Yuuta’s ear. He fucks him slow, as if to say ‘ See, I can do this for you. I can make you feel this good. If only you’ll let me.’
Toge breathes in deep, taking in the familiar scent of Yuuta’s hair and pressing a kiss to his nape, enjoying the shiver that wracks Yuuta’s spine. The fire in Toge’s belly burns brighter.
More . This isn’t enough .
The curse seems to have the same effect on Yuuta. He’s gone from low, pleased moans to needy, high-pitched keens as he quivers beneath him. He fucks back into Toge’s movements, seeking more.
Toge pushes himself up and grips tight onto Yuuta’s hips, enough to make Yuuta hiss, but with the way his dick twitches between his legs and drools more precum onto the disgusting street beneath him, Toge knows he enjoys it.
Taking advantage of the new grip and angle, Toge pulls his hips back just as he did before, slowly and methodically, teasing Yuuta and drawing out his pleasure. This time, instead of the gentle fucking from before, Toge slams his hips forward, shoving himself deep inside Yuuta’s hole and forcing a shout from his lungs. Yuuta’s hands grasp at the grimy floor, seeking purchase as Toge does the same again.
“Fuck, Inu—Toge. Fuck, please.”
Toge smiles, loving the way Yuuta is falling apart beneath him. He snaps his hips harder and faster, listening to that twisted curse clawing at the back of his mind and telling him to fuck—that if he doesn’t bury himself into the deepest parts of Yuuta’s slutty hole, he’ll die. Soft hands slide along the length of Yuuta’s hips until he’s squeezing the globes of his ass and spreading his cheeks wide.
“ Ah —yes. Don’t stop.” Yuuta turns his head to look at Toge, those tired, dark eyes no longer carrying the same exhaustion as earlier. He looks renewed. Invigorated. “Toge, fuck me harder. Please. I need more.”
“Shut up.”
Yuuta’s mouth continues to move, but no sounds come out. Toge thinks it's unfortunate, but he just replaces the sounds of Yuuta’s pleasure with the sound of slapping skin and the sloppy, wet sounds of Yuuta’s hole. He fucks into him harder—not because he was asked but because it’s what he desires—grunting with the effort each time his hips slam against Yuuta’s ass.
See, I can give you both. I can give it to you however you want. I’ll give you everything you need.
Toge pulls out, his bones aching and his chest feeling like it could cave in at any moment as soon as he does. Still, he knows the momentary pain will be worth it.
I‘ll make you come apart on my cock like a little slut.
“On your back.”
Yuuta complies, and part of Toge wonders how much is from his cursed speech and how much is from Yuuta’s own desire.
Toge wastes no time in hitching Yuuta’s legs over his shoulders and bending the man in half so he can sink himself into Yuuta’s sweltering heat.
Their eyes meet, and the primal desire simmering in Toge’s core boils over. He shoves his cock deep into Yuuta’s hole again and again, as if to say he was going to make it so Yuuta couldn’t forget, so he would be thinking about being fucked stupid on Toge’s cock for days afterwards.
“—ge.” As the curse wears off, Toge is blessed with the return of Yuuta's voice, his name rolling off of Yuuta's tongue sweet like candy. “Toge.”
Strong hands reach up to wrap around the back of his neck and card through his hair. Toge moans and drops to his forearms, bending Yuuta further in half. It’s a little awkward with their clothes getting in the way and preventing their bodies from pressing against one another, but they find a way.
Yuuta’s face is ruddy and flushed, and his eyes are glazed over with arousal. He’s in absolute bliss. Pride blooms bright in Toge’s chest; he did this to him. He did this to one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world.
“Toge, I—I’m gonna—”
Not yet. Not until Toge allows it. And there’s still something Toge needs to hear.
He reaches down and grabs Yuuta’s cock at the base. His expression is pained with betrayal and shock. It’s the same one he wore when Yuuta ended their relationship.
“ No, no, no, no, ” Yuuta chants the words like a prayer.
Toge keeps fucking into him, maintaining his steady yet brutal pace as he looks Yuuta in the eyes. He wants to hear it. He wants to hear Yuuta beg. If he only gets this one last time, he wants the words and the memory to be seared into his brain forever—branded and marking Yuuta as a permanent fixture.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I—I—” Yuuta can hardly get out the words between choked sobs. Toge is relentless in the way he slams deep into Yuuta’s hole, not giving him a moment of reprieve. Yuuta’s mouth opens, sucking in a breath as he prepares his response.
This is it. I want to hear him beg. I want to hear him tell me how bad he wants to cum. How much he wants me to fill him.
“You. I want you.” Yuuta’s nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath and grabs the sides of Toge’s face.
Toge wants to stop moving, wants to stop moving his hips and ask Yuuta what he means, but he can’t—the curse is strong and, this close to release, it won’t allow him to deny himself of those very basic instincts. “ Takana. ”
Yuuta’s back arches, and he moans as Toge finds just the right spot inside him. Even still, those endless eyes return to Toge and swallow him whole as he speaks between heaving breaths. “I want to be with you. I want to take it all back, do it over and never break up in the first place.” Toge can feel it in his body; Yuuta is still under the effects of his curse, but this is his truth. This is what he wants, and is what he is compelled to say from the depths of his soul. “I want to tear apart my past self for being stupid enough to think it was what you were supposed to do. For not knowing any better. For taking away all that time we could have had together. I want—”
Toge shuts him up with a kiss, their first since before Yuuta left. As soon as their lips touch it’s as if no time has passed at all. They fall into an easy rhythm, their tongues sliding against each other, finding perfect harmony as they become reacquainted with one another. The coil of tension only tightens inside Toge’s core. With each thrust, he fucks deeper and deeper into Yuuta, and every time his tongue dances around the roof of Yuuta’s mouth, he clenches around him.
A chorus of moans, whines, and other lewd and incoherent sounds fill the space between them, most swallowed eagerly while others slip from the small spaces each time they need to breathe.
“I missed you.”
Toge can’t respond—at least not in the way he wants to. He speaks with his actions, reaching between them once again to grab Yuuta’s cock, thick and swollen with need. Precum leaking from his tip as Toge pumps in time with his thrusts.
It only takes a few flicks of his wrist for Yuuta to find his release. His body tenses, tightening around Toge’s shaft and forcing his pace to falter. He’s so tight and he feels so good, and no sex toy could ever compare to being inside Yuuta. As his hand is covered with Yuuta’s seed, he uses the extra lubrication to continue stroking Yuuta’s cock until his legs are twitching and quivering with overstimulation. Tears well in the corners of Yuuta’s eyes, and Toge knows he’s done for.
His hips stutter as the tension is released from his body. He fills Yuuta, keeping up his small, desperate movements as he milks his orgasm for everything it's worth.
He slumps over Yuuta, not yet wanting to pull out and make the moment end. It seems Yuuta feels the same; his arms wrap around Toge’s shoulders and pull him closer. Their chests are both heaving, and sweat has accumulated on their foreheads from the effort. As they come down from the post-orgasm high, it’s clear the curse has run its course.
Assured the pain has subsided and is no longer a risk, Toge pulls out reluctantly, reaching into his pocket to grab the napkins he fortunately grabbed at the konbini earlier. It’s a shoddy job overall, but considering the circumstances, Toge is able to clean them relatively well. When they’re both redressed, blushes still glowing on their cheeks, the awkward tension returns.
“We… we should probably get the curse, right?”
Toge nods. “ Shake. ”
Worry twists his stomach as he stands and turns away from Yuuta. He thought it was the truth, but what if he compelled Yuuta to say all those things? What if he didn’t mean it? What if didn’t really want—
A light kiss is pressed to his cheek. He turns to Yuuta smiling. “The sooner we get this curse, the sooner we can get back home.” Rough, calloused fingers thread between his own. “And we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Toge smiles and returns the gesture, a quick kiss on Yuuta’s cheek. “ Shake. ”
Of course, the curse needs to be eradicated—they can’t let it hurt any more people, nor can they afford for it to gain any more power—but in the back of his mind, Toge knows that a part of him is at least a little thankful for the curse.