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Megumi skimmed his hand against the concrete, cracks and ridges evident, yet somehow it held sturdy enough to support the tunnel. He needed to be like that, strong for Yuji. He had carefully planned what he would say about the culling games and how he would say it. All his preparation went to waste as his brain drew a blank at the sight before him.
Yuta pinned Yuji to the ground. Their foreheads pressed against each other, their lips almost touching.
Megumi’s breath hitched. His hand dropped from the concrete pillar, forming a tight fist at his side.
“What the hell?”
His thought must have verbalized because Yuta paused with a soft groan.
What the hell? The thought ran through his brain again, but failed to make his mouth move from a deep frown.
“I told you to wait over there.” Yuta shifted his body on top of Yuji’s.
Megumi devoured the gap between them with one step, two, three. He yanked Yuta by the collar of his jacket.
“This is a misunderstanding.” Yuta kept his voice steady. He placed a hand on Megumi’s arm. The slight pressure matched the subtle threat in his words, “Put me down. I can explain.”
“Not if it involves putting your mouth near him again.” Megumi wanted to bust Yuta in his lips, make them swollen and bleed to the point they won’t heal correctly.
“Fine, Megumi.” His name rolled off Yuta’s tongue almost charmingly. “You can see for yourself.”
Yuji stirred, his body convoluted feverishly.
Megumi tightened his grip a fraction, enough to hurt. “The higher-ups told you to execute him, not kill him slowly.” His voice lowered. “And I told you not to harm him at all.”
“I was using reverse cursed technique to heal his heart.” Yuta glared at him.
Megumi’s fist remained balled up at his side. He had planned to discard Yuta like trash once he located Yuji, but now things had changed to save Tsumiki. “How long are you gonna be in my way?”
“That depends. How long are you gonna make him wait?”
“What?”
Yuta broke free from Megumi’s hold. He breathed heavily in Megumi’s ear, “Kiss Yuji, Megumi.”
Fuck. FUCK! FUCKING PSYCHO! Megumi always assumed Yuta was a little off. Gojo insisted there were no normal people in jujutsu sorcery, or they wouldn’t be doing this line of work.
“What are you waiting for?” Yuta unzipped his jacket just enough for Megumi to see the cursed energy coursing through him. “Kiss Yuji, Megumi.” He repeated the command, resting his hands on broad shoulders. He spun Megumi around to face Yuji, slowly guiding him.
Yuji’s body trembled, teetering on the verge between life and death. His voice came out in broken raps, “N...noo. Suk-sukaaaahh.” His hand reached out desperately.
Yuta knelt beside Yuji, one hand pushing the bangs from his sticky forehead.
Yuji’s hand latched onto Megumi, tugging him to his side.
“Yuji, this is Megumi.” Megumi knocked Yuta’s hand away from Yuji’s forehead. He gently patted the spot, then thumbed Yuji’s cheek. “I’m here. Everything is gonna be okay.”
“Mmm…Gumi run away!” Yuji rasped.
“Yuta did something weird to your body. I am going to fix it.” Megumi would always be there to get Yuji out of any mess. He wasn’t going to run from this.
Not when Yuji was withering below him. His brow knitted… though whether that was out of sorrow or pain, Megumi wasn't sure. He only knew it looked crazy and wrong. Where was the smile that annoyed him?
“There is only one way to save him,” Yuta said.
“Shut up.” Megumi didn’t want to hear shit from the person who put Yuji in such a desperate state. He placed a hand over Yuji’s. “Cold.” As if the life force was draining from him.
“Hurry!” Yuta started to leap into action, “Or I’ll do it.”
Megumi kissed Yuji, tongue ramming into his mouth, over his teeth, brushing against his inner cheek. He took in the taste, the feel of it all. He felt each shuddering breath, every movement.
Yuji’s body seemed to calm at Megumi’s touch. He squeezed Megumi’s hand with each groan. “I…I caaaan’t, pleaseeeee.” His torso pushed upwards against the force of Megumi’s larger body. “Can’t breathe!”
Megumi pulled back, “Damn it.” He struggled to catch his own breath, “If you can talk you can breathe, idiot!”
“Not how that works!” Yuji’s eyes hazily blinked open. Brown orbs shimmering with lust and confusion—Megumi wondered which gaze was meant for him.
“Wow. I’m surprised Megumi pulled it off.” Yuta ruffled Yuji’s hair.
“Huh?” Yuji babbled, drool lingering on the corner of his mouth.
“Stop touching him. He is finally waking up.” Megumi knocked Yuta’s hand away.
“Sorry.” Yuta’s apology sounded sincere. “It’s funny how protective you are.” Almost sounded sincere.
Megumi’s hands drifted to rub up and down Yuji’s sides, “Nothing is broken, right?”
Yuji wiped the side of his mouth and shook his head.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” Megumi said.
Yuji gnawned on his bottom lip. It was as if his brain struggled to make sense of the situation: his body in a very suggestive position with Megumi.
The feel of Yuji’s lips on his skin made the corner of Megumi's mouth twitch upwards. A shudder ran through him, and he fought the desire to wrap his arms around Yuji as a truffle of pink hair rested on his shoulder.
“Nothing…happened, did it?” Yuji asked, quietly.
“Good question!” Yuta smiled.
“I swear to fucking God, if you tell—” At the last part, Megumi’s jaw locked as Yuta’s slender finger traced the back of his neck. Sweat beaded down his back; the realization hit him.
“You’re completely at my mercy.” Yuta’s smile looked more like a smug smirk. He opened his mouth before pausing. His eyes flickered down to Yuji’s mesmerized yet terrified face. “Actually, you’re completely at Yuji’s mercy.”
Yuji glanced at Yuta, then back at Megumi.
“Yuji, do you want to know how you died and came back to life?”
In that moment, Megumi discovered how much courage it took to move and speak. He didn’t want Yuji to know such sad things. All that mattered was that Yuji was still alive.
“I don’t know.” Yuji said, quickly. “I’m…I was worried about Sukuna hurting anyone else.”
“No. Sukuna stayed trapped.” Yuta assured him.
“Thank God.” Yuji smiled, and Megumi noticed there was never any confusion in his eyes at all, only tears. “I was so worried about you, Megumi!”
“Don’t cry over stupid shit.” Don’t cry over someone like…
“You even gave me CPR!”
Megumi swallowed, willing his face not to flush. By the way Yuji's eyes lit up, he suspected he failed. Yuji leaned in. Their bodies pressed together and fingers intertwined.
“It was like in the movies, I watched with Junpei. It was actually kinda hot!”
Megumi couldn’t focus on anything but Yuji’s smile. He wanted to kiss it, claim it. It was delightful. He wet his lips, noticing how Yuji's eyes followed the movement.
“Did something happen? I didn’t accidentally bite your tongue, did I?”
“N-no!” Megumi averted Yuji’s gaze, focusing on the graffiti in the tunnel. He took a long and steady breath. “I’m trying to remember everything I need to tell you about the culling game…”
“Megumi was supposed to use reverse cursed technique on you.” Yuta broke the tense air between them. “It doesn’t require tongue.”
"Uh-huh." Yuji muttered.
“Sorry! I wasn’t trying to be a creep.” Megumi tried to back away, yet Yuji kept an iron grip.
“Was it a kiss?” Yuji asked.
It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. A reckless idea from the start. Megumi had no clue how to use reverse cursed technique, so he figured by focusing all his cursed energy on his tongue and swirling it in reverse in Yuji’s mouth, it might be effective.
“It is almost like you don’t trust me.”
Megumi felt heat against his lips. Heat that warmed his entire body, accompanied by a feeling so soft. His eyes fluttered open as his nose brushed against another.
“I won’t tell.” A thin line of spit connected the smile on Yuji’s lips to Megumi’s. “That you saved my life.”
Yuji’s mouth promised only sweetness. Only kindness. Only things that Megumi never thought he’d have again.