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Megumi groggily wakes up to pressure along his chest and thighs. He doesn’t remember going to bed, he doesn’t—

“Oh, finally awake sweetheart?”

Megumi jolts at the low voice, weaving through each of his senses like smoke and wrenching him to alarming focus. He’s on his knees, shirt and binder gone with his chest to a bed and a body pushed up against him. His hands are bound in stocks, far apart in a block of padded wood so he can’t bring them close enough to cast a shadow. He has Megumi’s legs forced apart by the width of his thighs, pelvis flush to his ass and at that point of violating closeness Megumi can feel that he’s hard.

His heart starts pounding so hard he can feel it in his throat, bleeding adrenaline and heat all the way down to his gut. For fuck’s sake, how did he—when did he even—

“How the hell did you—” Megumi starts, voice rising and cracking in alarm, but his words break into a startled cry by a hand in his hair fisting it tight. Megumi’s scalp burns when he wrenches his head sideways, forcing him to make eye-contact with that crooked grin and blazing eyes; while Megumi did register the voice once he focused, seeing Toji’s face, even twisted up with maniacal glee, settles him a little out of the initial panic.

“Glad you can join us,” Toji’s voice oozes saccharine like rotting fruit. Megumi’s heart-rate steadies seeing him but he still shakes with the nervous energy pumping hot in his veins, especially when Toji slams him face first to the bed, unable to brace the hit with the way his arms are chained up high above his head. “Wouldn’t want you to miss any of the fun.”

Fine, he’s not going to explain. When Megumi asked for spontaneous, he never expected this.

God, he’s already getting wet.

Part of Megumi wants to give in but the animal part of him wants to fight, too. He forces a few breaths through the sheets, clenches his hands into fists, and pulls as hard as he can on the binds.

“Get off me!” Megumi yells, “Let me go you son of a bitch—”

Toji laughs behind him like this is all a joke, clapping a hand over Megumi’s mouth to silence him.

“Come on baby, give me some credit. No one’s gonna hear you here.”

Predictably, the binds also don’t budge, not even groaning under the force of Megumi’s thrashing. He’s tied down too well and every instinctual jerk of his hands to move together is fruitless; without his shikigami, Toji can overpower him with sheer strength alone.

As if reading his mind Toji chuckles, shoving Megumi’s hips down effortlessly to pin him flat to the bed. He leans in close to his cheek when he croons, “Bet you wish you had your hands, huh?”

Megumi spits at him and snarls, “You’d be dead if –”

Toji claps his hand over his mouth again, pinches his nose shut against his thumb and in one motion Megumi can’t talk, can’t breathe. He tries to break free but the hand follows, easily crushing down on his face until his neck cranes at a painful angle.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Toji taunts with an easy smile, thumbing away the spit on his cheek. His eyes lid as he watches Megumi fight and give a muffled yell of anger behind the hand stealing away oxygen. “Doesn’t matter now does it, little sorcerer?”

Megumi jerks again but Toji presses harder, lungs burning for the breath he can’t take. Toji leans back down to cover him with his body, while his lips press to his ear to murmur, “Powerless, helpless. I could kill you now.”

Heat flares up in his gut, rage and arousal mottling together and Megumi tries to buck him off, knowing full well nothing will come of it. What it does is rock his ass into Toji's crotch and Toji laughs, breathless and unsteady. “That’s it baby, keep fighting.”

Megumi’s heart starts racing again, pounding so hard he’s sure it’ll beat out of his chest. He’s panicking but he’s not scared, he never could be, not of Toji. But his limbs shake like a cornered rabbit, the desire to submit to him warring with the ingrained urge to get back control.

Tears well up in Megumi’s rolling eyes from the lack of air and he whimpers a raw, desperate sound he can’t help. Toji releases his hold for a second, long enough for a quick gasp and a sharp, “Stop—"

Toji covers his mouth again, biting back a small groan and a hard buck of his hips showing just how much he's getting off on this. Megumi can barely focus on the heat of Toji’s tongue lapping up the trail of tears that breaks free, rutting the hard line of his erection against his ass and punching out what little air remains in his lungs. Megumi twitches feebly against the suffocation, blood roaring in his ears and pulsing so hot he swears he can feel it rushing in his veins; he sure as hell feels it in his clit, Toji cruelly grinding his hips so Megumi’s cunt rubs constantly against the bed.

Toji lets him go just as spotty blackness starts to creep in, Megumi heaving and choking for air. He’s helpless to Toji manhandling his body back up to his knees, his head buzzing from the sudden surge of oxygen as Toji spreads his thighs apart. Megumi grits his teeth when Toji drags his thumb with hard, deliberate pressure across the seam along his crotch like he knows how much he’s aching.

“Don’t touch me,” Megumi’s hiss turns into a cough and Toji chuckles.

“Or what?”

He hears the metallic shink of Toji’s switchblade, then Toji grabs his jeans and cuts a hole straight through with practiced precision, ripping them apart to expose him from ass to cunt.

“No,” Megumi gasps out his feigned reply, coughing again from the rapid inhalation, “No no no, don’t—”

“Tell me baby,” Toji slides the blunt edge of his blade over his slit. “Tell me exactly how you’re gonna stop me from raping you.”

Fuck. Fuck, just hearing him say it makes Megumi’s breath catch, his cunt throbbing against the press of cold metal. This is really happening, he’s really going to—shit, he thought he’d never do it. He asked Toji for this months ago.

Megumi yelps when Toji’s tongue runs hotly against his cunt, dragging across his lips all the way up to his ass. He spits onto his hole before bluntly shoving one finger inside him and Megumi grunts at the intrusion. He’s not wet enough yet, it’s too much, too rough, too good all at once. Megumi forces himself to buck away rather than toward it but Toji easily holds him still.

“Behave or you’re getting fucked dry,” Toji drawls, clearly unimpressed.

“No!” Megumi gasps, “No, don’t, not—”

Toji laughs, “What, not dry? What a little slut you are.”

“Don’t fuck me!” Megumi manages to choke out, “Don’t—please don’t—”

Toji lets him go to reach somewhere to the side, then dangles a ball gag in front of Megumi’s face. “Well if you’re gonna be like that.”

He’s never been gagged before. Megumi’s eyes widen in genuine surprise, arching away from the gag. “Don’t you dare!”

“That’s not behaving.” Toji snatches his jaw and forces Megumi’s head back to look at him. “How do we ask nicely, slut?”

Megumi growls, snaps out and manages to bite the side of Toji’s palm. He hisses behind him, grabs a fistful of his hair hard enough to yank out strands and forces his head down to muffle his next scream into the mattress.

“Bitches who bite don’t get treats.” He murmurs, low like it’s seductive and not a threat. He forces the gag into his mouth, cinching it tight and Megumi yells behind it.

When Megumi asked Toji for this he flat out said he doubted Toji could reach the level of powerlessness he craved. He really shouldn’t have, not when Toji grinned that brutal way he almost never showed Megumi, intense eyes burning on him and saying he had ideas.

A gag; a simple damn gag with Toji’s casual superhuman strength and Megumi’s helpless. All he has now is their silent safe word that Toji has to make the effort to get. He’s completely at his mercy and Megumi’s shaking with it, so turned on it hurts, and he looks back to Toji with wide eyes.

He meets nothing but heat; Toji’s grin is wild and crooked, eyes blown out with how turned on he is too, dark like the deepest parts of a forest where the danger always hides. He’s enjoying how helpless he’s made him, already unbuckling his belt. Megumi whimpers behind the gag, his cunt clenching around nothing. Fuck, he’s wanted this so long and he’s finally getting it.

“You’re so pretty when you’re scared, baby.” Toji purrs. As soon as he shoves his pants down he pulls Megumi back to him, ass flush to his steel-hard cock. "Let’s see how long it takes for you to regret this.”

Megumi yells behind the gag again, Toji easily holding him still from his thrashing as he draws back and shoves the fat tip of cock inside. He goes slow but relentless, splitting him apart with that thick, invading pressure always just on the right edge of hurt. Megumi whimpers again, eyes rolling up as his sex spasms around him.

He gives Megumi no time to adjust, gripping his hips with bruising force and forces Megumi back on a thrust so deep he yelps from the jolt of pain. Toji laughs, holds Megumi down by a shoulder and starts a brutal pace, using his weight to fuck him deep with every pounding thrust. His cock is too big for him to go so hard so fast, he’s just wet enough not to tear him and with Megumi gagged all he can do is scream from behind the ball, the mix of pain and pleasure washing over him like a riptide. He jerks against the binds, trying to brace but he can’t, he can’t; Toji keeps pounding into him like he’s a cock sleeve and Megumi’s mind crumbles into buzzing static.

He loses himself to the ruthless thrusts, the raw scrape of torn jeans, the sweat gathered on his wrists and dripping down his flank until he sinks into an animal base of pleasure, want, pain, escape but can’t; riding the high of helplessness he’s always been too reluctant to seek. When the first sob breaks free Megumi isn’t even sure how long his eyes have been watering up, so close to orgasm he clenches his hands into tight fists.

Toji shoves him down to the bed fully and spreads his thighs wider, pushing Megumi up the bed to relieve some of the strain on his arms. Megumi moans, the position rubbing his chest against the bed and grinding Toji’s cockhead right up against his walls. Megumi gasps wetly, shakes his head and tenses up with the tight coil burning through his core, riding the edge of climax that has his toes curling.

Toji gets his hand between them, thick fingers on his clit and Megumi keens, jerking in his arms and shaking his head to make him stop but of course he won’t; just a few quick circles and Megumi cums with a cry, soaking his cock with his slick while his walls tighten around him.

“Good boy,” Toji breathes low, and Megumi’s still twitching when he wraps his arm around Megumi’s shoulders. The crook of his arm pushes against his neck where he uses Megumi as leverage to fuck into him faster, hearing the loud slap of their skin together from his dripping sex.

Toji’s voice cuts through the dizzying fog, scraping up his spine like cruel, sweet nails. “Oh, you are a needy little thing. You hear how fucking wet you are?”

Megumi sniffles, looks at him with wet eyes and Toji leans down, grazing teeth against his ear as he whispers, “Since you’re that desperate I’ll just keep you tied up like this, rent out this needy pussy to anyone who wants to rape it.”

Shit yes, please yes. Megumi’s sex throbs around him as he shakes his head fast, sobbing something like a “No!” behind his gag.

Toji wrenches his hair back, a cruel grin on his lips as he growls. “Yeah? You want that little whore? Get a few loads pumped into you?” Toji fucks him faster, tearing out another muffled, agonized cry. “Bet you’d cum so much you’d wet the bed.”

Megumi shakes his head, barely able to move with how tight Toji holds him down so he pleads the best he can with his eyes. Toji responds by tightening his arm around his throat, cutting off blood flow as he grinds slow, deep, hard inside him that teases the deepest parts of his sex. Megumi wheezes, jerking against him and scrabbling at the sheets as he tries to breathe.

“Fuck your cunt got tight.” Toji groans raggedly, “Shit, baby—”

Toji speeds back up, rutting into him with short rabbit thrusts that feel so good he can’t help sobbing on a strangled moan, Megumi can’t even see straight anymore, drooling around the gag from the pleasure.

Toji grunts, his hips locking up against him and Megumi gives a tiny whine at the familiar motions of his hips grinding as close to him as he can just before Toji’s cock jerks inside him, letting go of his neck to brace above his body as he rides it out his climax.

There’s a lull in the moment that drags after, Megumi feeling raw and a little shaky from catching his breath. He relaxes as soon as Toji leans down and presses his forehead to his neck. He manages to calm down, waiting him out.

Other than waking up to the scene this isn’t much different from the other play they’ve done. He expected maybe Toji would push him harder when Megumi told him do whatever you want.

Megumi jerks when he hears Toji’s phone ring, startled when Toji laughs. “Oh, good. Right on time.”

He unlatches the gag and Megumi lets it drop, working his jaw with a grimace. Toji pulls out despite Megumi’s protesting whine and reaches across to the nightstand, picking up his phone like he didn’t just fuck his brains out. Megumi is two seconds away from donkey-kicking him where he’s kneeling between his legs.

Then Toji says to the unknown number, “You here? Good, your bait’s ready for ya.”

Megumi stills and looks back at Toji with huge eyes. Toji stares him down as he gives some digits—room number?—and adds, “Don’t worry, he’s warmed up.”

Toji hangs up with a lazy smile, hopping up so he can clean some of the cum dribbling out of him before rolling Megumi onto his back. All the explanation he gives then is, “Piece of rapebait like you is too good not to sell.”

He wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t kidding.

Toji tears off what’s left of his ruined jeans, leaving him completely bare while Toji’s already got his pants back around his hips. He reaches under the pillows, pulls out a blindfold and Megumi’s eyes widen on it, flicking back to Toji as the realization of what he plans sinks in. For a second he doesn’t know if his desire for this can win out against the anxiousness creeping in over leaving this all in someone else’s hands—

Toji leans over him, pets his hair and says, “Those are some big eyes, blessing.”

Megumi releases the tension he didn’t notice building in his shoulders. He sinks into the bed, because Toji’s eyes are soft on him now, a rarity even in moments like this.

“Okay?”

One word and Megumi feels like he could melt. The sudden, overwhelmed feeling bleeds out of him, his overactive mind settling out of the constant analytics. It’s not just someone. Megumi nods, blinking away the damnable wetness in his eyes and Toji’s smirk comes back. “Good. Cause I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Toji leans down and kisses him, slow and sweet before he pulls away; then fits the blindfold in place. He drags his thumb over his swollen lip and Megumi nods. Once the gag is back on Toji kisses him once more on the cheek, hand lingering on his jaw before he’s gone. Megumi trembles as he hears him leave the room, wishing Toji left him face down so he could grind onto the bed.

**

Toji will do anything for Megumi, and breaking him to pieces is a dream come true, the greatest request he’s ever been given.

“Just like we talked about,” Toji states flatly. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t kill him or damage him.”

Megumi’s hands clench on the bed, seething behind the gag and if Toji knew him just a little less he’d be sure Gumi wasn’t faking. Toji doesn’t know how he got so lucky with his fucked up little angel.

The guy walks over to the bed and reaches out to squeeze one swell of Gumi’s chest, pinching at his nipple like he’s assessing the goods. Toji bites his lip when Megumi predictably yells in surprise at the touch, weakly turning to get away but it’s clear he’s still worn out from Toji’s turn. The way he writhes will never fail to get Toji’s blood hot.

Ignoring his voiceless protests and bucking, the guy grabs Gumi’s shins to stop his kicking, shoves them apart and laughs at the cum oozing out of him. “You already had a turn?”

Toji scoffs. “Of course. He's my jailbait.”

“Shit." The idiot looks back at him and asks what he knows he shouldn’t. “Is he really…you know?”

Toji replies coolly, “You said you always wanted to fuck a teen pussy. Something else you wanted me to confirm? If you’re satisfied, I take payment first.”

He fishes a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it to Toji. While Toji counts he watches Megumi’s chest heave for breath, his hands and legs trembling. He’s making soft little whining sounds and Toji knows for a fact he’s trying not to moan while they talk about him like meat.

The guy reaches out to finger Megumi’s cunt, drawing out a desperate sound that could easily be mistaken for misery. Then the idiot looks back at him and asks another stupid question. “You gonna stay?”

Toji eyes him silently and the guy shifts uncomfortably for a second. He knows better than to protest so he unceremoniously tugs his pants off before he shuffles Megumi up like he’s positioning an onahole. Megumi yells behind the gag and tries to squirm away, which earns him a hard slap on the thigh.

“Hey, stay still, you bitch!”

Megumi, of course, still fights him; Toji didn’t expect less. In a second Toji’s got his hand in Megumi’s hair, his knife held to his throat just hard enough so Megumi can tell what it is. He leans down to press his lips to his ear when he hisses his warning. “Stop. Fighting.”

Megumi stills, breath quickening and shaking his head fast, garbling out a wordless plea. Toji removes the knife, steps back but pins Megumi down by the manacles on his wrists. Gumi tenses up when the guy spits on his cock, spreading it around before he shoves inside him gracelessly, pulling a muffled cry from his throat. The guy shoves his knees apart, fucking into him brutally with no regard to his pleasure.

Toji’s half-hard again already.

“What a fucking slut, it’s wet!” He digs nails into his spread thighs, grunting as he hammers his pussy and Megumi wails behind the gag. He thrashes his head, moaning miserably while he continues pumping into his prone body, belly twitching and hands clawing at air for some purchase. It's not long before Megumi seizes, thighs trembling when his knees pull together and the guy shoves them open again, bracing himself on either side of Megumi’s waist so he can keep his legs apart.

“Stay still, you whore, don't pretend you don't like this,” the guy growls and Megumi sobs, shaking his head fast and arches off the bed with another muted keen. Toji doesn’t bother hiding his smile; he knows his baby well enough to tell he just came, and Gumi only arches like that when he’s hit that sweet spot inside that makes his pussy fucking tremble.

Even though he can't see, Megumi’s head tips back towards Toji while he’s fucked, blindfold already stained dark with his tears while his belly twitches towards another orgasm. Shit, he’s hard as rock again just watching his boy get raped, cumming from being raped. How he ever got to have such a perfect boy, he’ll never know.

Either too excited or too quick on the draw, the guy finishes inside him with several vicious thrusts that are sure to bruise his hips. He pulls out to watch it drip from him, catching his breath as he spreads his flushed, swollen lips apart. Megumi’s chest still heaves, thighs slumped open and body flushed the prettiest fucking pink.

The guy gets off him, looking longingly at Megumi’s used pussy while he cleans himself up.

Toji laughs at him. “Stick around if you can get it up again. Consider it good service.”

He sends the guy out of the bedroom and Toji sits by Megumi, slipping off the blindfold so he can look at his shiny eyes and cheeks splotched with tears. Toji doesn’t take his eyes off his face as he starts circling his swollen, twitching clit. He can see how close he is. Megumi arches for him immediately but Toji doesn’t give him more than light, teasing pressure, making Megumi ride the edge of an orgasm he won’t give. Even after several minutes, when Megumi is doing the work for him and rutting into his hand, huffing wet gasps of frustration, he still won’t let him cum.

“You only get to cum when you’re stuffed full with a rapist’s cock, understand?” He murmurs, and Megumi squeezes his eyes shut, hands clenching to fists as he keeps on rutting up into Toji’s hand. What a sweet brat.

Toji stops touching his clit, gently but firmly pushing Megumi’s hips back down and his baby pouts with a snivel, watching him like he can burn his plea or threat into him with his eyes. Toji smiles, and flicks his hard clit just to hear him squeal.

“I think I was clear.”

Toji gets the next call and that look of real surprise will never fail to make his dick twitch, those wide-eyes filled with so many obvious questions Megumi’s practically dying to voice.

Toji gives him a perfunctory clean-up before he wipes the tear stains from his face. He reaches up to take Megumi’s hand in his own, just to check, as he coos, “Not tired out already, are you sweetheart? Night’s still young.”

He doesn't signal—he’d be surprised if he did—but he does his best to glare daggers at Toji, so he puts the blindfold back on and ushers in the next customer. At this rate he won’t outlast the next crew; he’s gagging to take Megumi again, especially if he keeps glaring at him like that.

The next is a pair that ask no questions and Toji—fuck, when Megumi starts screaming in real surprise after feeling multiple hands lifting and turning him, he has to squeeze down on his hard-on just to stave off the sudden hot coil in the base of his dick, already twitching again for relief. If they don’t shut Megumi up with their cocks, he will.

Megumi thrashes and fights, but he’s much less of a problem than before, after getting fucked open twice. He’s easily maneuvered to his hands and knees, held down at his ankles by Bad Cut Brunet while Stupid Beard forces him up by his hair.

Beard releases Megumi from the chain on his stocks, presumably to get him level with his cock. He unclamps the gag, pulls out his own knife and jams it up under his neck. Even from here, Toji can see the little trickle of blood and Megumi goes absolutely still. He unzips his jeans, making Megumi flinch and cringe away.

“Be a good whore and suck,” he says, and Megumi snarls at him through bared teeth.

“I’ll bite you.”

“Will you?” Toji snaps out. Megumi flinches and the guy laughs at him, making Megumi’s lip shake from the humiliation before he obediently opens his mouth.

Toji’s gonna cum in his pants like a teenager.

Beard tosses the knife away, holding his jaw so he can push his cock inside, immediately stretching Gumi’s lips out wide. He goes no further than resting the head on his tongue, waiting for his partner to get behind Megumi. Brunet shoves himself inside Gumi’s swollen pussy, already flushed deep red from its previous abuse and making Megumi yell around his mouthful; it’s mixed up with so much pain and pleasure there’s no way to tell which.

Brunet snaps into him hard, purposefully shoving him forward and Megumi chokes, forced onto the invading girth suddenly digging against his palate. He tenses up with a gag but Beard grips both sides of his head, bullying Megumi further down on his cock until he buries Megumi’s nose in his groin.

“Come on, you can take it, can’t you?” The guy sneers while Megumi jerks and claws into the sheets. He lets Megumi pull back to cough and gasp for air before he drags him up and feeds his dick to him again, gripping his jaw tight while the other guy starts pumping inside him.

Beard doesn’t do any work, just holds Megumi still while each thrust from Brunet shoves his dick down Megumi’s throat, making him choke and gag with the most delicious sounds Toji’s ever heard. He knows Megumi struggles with this one, he’s never been good at ceding the control needed for a good throat fuck. Tears and spit dribble down his jaw and coat his straining neck as he tries desperately to relax, his body tensing with each gag he fights back. Toji’s dick is pounding now, painfully hard in his pants and it’s by sheer self-control he doesn’t touch and doesn’t cum; that’s only for Megumi tonight.

Brunet’s faster than Idiot, coming inside Megumi with several vicious thrusts that buries Beard completely down his throat again.

“Wish I could keep a bit of fuck meat like this tied up.” Brunet pants as he pulls out. “They’re so much tighter when they don’t want it.”

Megumi moans at that, luckily it's taken as panic and not arousal. Beard lets him have his throat back, hacking for breath and making a wonderful mess of the bed.

Brunet takes Beard’s place to hold him down but Beard says, “No, get his hands free, I wanna feel him fight.”

Toji almost tells them no, but either they’re smart enough not to give him a chance or they’re not, either way sounds fun.

They unbind his wrists, Brunet pinning them down with his own hands while Megumi writhes and yells. Beard kicks his thighs further apart, then traces a thumb down Megumi’s ass, digging it into the puckered hole that makes Megumi hiss and tense up tight.

“No, no don’t—” Megumi gasps but Brunet rattles him by the hair.

“Shit he’s tight, you sure we can’t?” Beard asks and Toji’s lip curls. He crosses over to him, because Megumi’s a little too quiet now.

“I told you no. That’s for me only.” Toji states shortly, not appreciating having to repeat himself.

Beard laughs, “Fuck you’re disgusting, you lucky bastard.”

Without any further preamble Beard sinks inside his cunt next, laying over his back so he can play with his chest, thumbing at his hard little nipples and that makes Megumi crack. Megumi cries out at his touch, jerking against Brunet’s hold on his wrists.

“No no no, stop! Please stop, I promise I won’t—I won’t tell,” Megumi begs, his voice hoarse from the pounding his throat took. “Let me go, my dad’s gonna—”

Toji’s gonna fucking lose it, he swears, he’s lucky he’s by Megumi’s side so he can clamp his hand over the little shit's mouth. He has to try very fucking hard not to start laughing when he says, “Bet your daddy wants to fuck you too! He sees you like this and he'd be the last to use you up, wouldn’t he?”

Megumi sobs against his hand, shaking him off and Toji lets him, rewarded beautifully by Megumi yelling a wordless cry into the bed. Toji grips his hair to keep him down against the bed, murmuring filth to him while he’s fucked. “Which do you think will happen first, your daddy or my friends raping you pregnant?”

Megumi hiccups a pitiful sound before he begs, “No, no no no please no—” He thrashes and kicks but can't do anything, not between three of them and Toji bites back a moan at his helplessness.

“Don’t worry,” Toji coos out, “I’ll take care of you. Make sure you’re stuffed full of cum everyday until you push out the bastard and then we can start all over again.”

“No! Don’t you fucking dare, no!” Megumi cries out and Toji slaps him hard, Megumi’s breath catching on a gasp.

“What was that?” Toji sneers out and slaps him again. Megumi just barely bites back his moan in time and grits his teeth, burying his face while his chest heaves and tries control the orgasm clearly about to come. Toji grabs a fistful of hair to twist it and Megumi’s mouth falls open on a ragged cry. Toji grins, holding him down while Megumi trembles and nearly pulls off Beard’s cock when he cums, drenching his slick down his thighs.

“Fuck, he got tight!” Beard groans and—goddamn finally—he grabs Megumi’s shoulders, bracing him for a cruel series of thrusts that are sure to bruise him and has Megumi actually yelping, hands and toes curling from what’s gotta hurt. Toji presses his lips to his hairline, tasting the salt of his sweat dripping down his temple, holding him steady while he’s used.

When he finishes Brunet is ready for another round and Toji cracks. He lets go of Megumi, standing to push his own jeans back down. The two switch their positions again and Megumi whines, “N-no, no I can’t, please…”

Toji clears his damp hair from his face before he presses his cock against his cheek, smearing some of the precum gathering at his slit into his reddened skin. “Too bad, baby.”

He makes Megumi grip his cock in his hand, can never get enough of the calluses from his training that are the right side of rough and a tighter fit than his own fist. He cums faster than he likes, but painting Megumi’s back with his cum is always a gorgeous sight.

Besides, that means Toji can settle underneath Megumi while the two take turns mounting him, and spend all the time in the world abusing Megumi’s hard, pretty nipples. He sucks those tight peaks until they’re purpling, biting bruises into the soft tissue and soothes his tongue over the hot flesh until Megumi’s gasping out under his breath, “f-fuck, fuck please fuck…” like it’s only for Toji to hear.

Once they’re done with their last round they leave Megumi slumped on the bed, clearly exhausted. Toji cleans him up again, but doesn’t remove the blindfold or replace the gag this time. Instead, he ushers Idiot back in, who stayed for one last round.

“Get him on his back, I wanna see that pretty face.”

Megumi whines, tiredly shaking his head at the sound of another stranger’s voice. Toji situates himself at Megumi’s head and grabs his hands, holding them down while Idiot settles between his quivering thighs. When he pulls his cock out to rub the head against his sore pussy, Megumi sobs.

“Stop, I can’t—I can't.”

Toji leans down to him, still holding his hands and croons, “Too much baby?”

Megumi nods fast and Toji releases one hand to slap Megumi so hard it takes his breath away and jerks his head to the side.

“Good.” Toji drones flatly, letting his voice drop with it. “Something as pretty as you deserves to get every hole you got ruined. Maybe you’ll think twice, won't you?”

Megumi hiccups but still he doesn't signal, though he also doesn’t respond. His face screws up before he tucks it, teeth bared in a vicious grimace like he's trying not to cry.

Toji pauses and strokes his smarting face, the hand still covering Megumi’s tapping down three times.

“He’s right, you do have a pretty face. Really was a blessing I found you,” Toji murmurs softly, low enough that Idiot probably won’t hear half of it.

Megumi perks at their safeword and Toji cups his cheek. “If you’re a good boy I’ll let you go back to your daddy. Think you can be a good piece of fuck meat?”

Megumi shudders out a sigh, nods. In their laced hands Megumi squeezes hard three times back, solid green, what a damn trooper.

Then Megumi cries out a wail and grips Toji’s hands tight when the guy sinks back inside, lifting his hips and groaning, “He's so fucking tight still! You better keep this slut.”

Toji hums noncommittally and grabs Megumi's wrists before the guy notices Megumi's holding him, not the other way around. Toji takes the time to tie his hands back up in the manacles and chain while Idiot uses him. Once he’s pinned again Toji shifts to his side, one knee pressed to the bed so he can lean down to Megumi’s flushed face.

Toji grips him by the jaw, feeling the bone creak underneath his fingertips and shakes him once. “Tell me you’re fuck meat.”

Megumi shakes his head and Toji slaps him with the same force as before.

“Did I say that like a question?” Toji adds calmly. “Say you’re nothing but a piece of fuck meat.”

Megumi swallows, then warbles out, “I’m—I’m fuck meat.”

“Again, slut.”

“…’m a piece of…of fuck meat.”

Toji strikes him again and grabs his jaw to force him back to center. “You’re a sex toy.”

His gorgeous little angel has tears back in his eyes when he swallows a moan and rasps, “I’m a sex toy.”

Toji smiles, trailing his hand down his chest to lightly thumb at one of his abused nipples, still peaked up hard from the last round of torture. Megumi’s breath shivers, hands clenching tight to keep from arching forward or away. Toji chuckles at him, leans down to kiss his damp collarbone, up his pounding pulse, and then places a wet kiss to his cheek. Megumi jerks at a particularly rough thrust, his moan vibrating through Toji’s lips.

“That’s it,” Toji purrs, then tilts his head so his lips brush his ear. “Tell me you love being raped.”

Megumi jolts at that before shaking his head fast.

Toji grabs his hair tight. “You don’t get a strike three.”

Megumi sniffles softly, chewing on his lip and strains out. “Please. Please don’t make me.”

Toji presses his mouth back to his cheek and Megumi whimpers.

“I’ll give you to the count of three or I cut your dick off.” Toji leans back, shoving his hand onto Idiot’s stomach to make him stop moving.

“One, two—”

“I like being raped!”

Toji slaps Megumi hard over his clit that makes him yell in surprise and pain.

“Not what I said!”

“I love it! I love being—!” Megumi’s voice cracks, sobbing openly now and Toji slaps his clit again, making his snivel break into a cry, and he does it again to make it turn into a scream.

The guy behind him hisses in sharply, “Fuck! Fuck he’s squeezing—so tight!”

Toji looks back at him and snarls, “Get out of him.”

The guy blinks wide-eyed at him and obeys, giving free range for Toji to spank his clit fast and quick, not giving him any pause while he strikes him.

Megumi howls, arching and tearing against the binds that makes the chain creak for the first time.

“S-stop!”

“Say it right!”

Toji keeps up the sharp hits until Megumi’s voice cracks with a begging, “Please, please no!”

Toji almost falters with surprise, but a mean grin splits over his lips, smacking his clit with lighter, faster hits, barely enough to hurt that makes Megumi arch off the bed from heel to shoulder. “Oh f-fuck!”

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Toji taunts, pinning Megumi down by the knee when he tries to close his legs. “You’re gonna fucking squirt, you desperate little pain slut.”

“Don’t—don’t please, Toji please—!” Megumi’s leg twitches out uncontrollably, mouth stretched open in a soundless scream.

“What, don’t make you cum or don’t stop?” Toji shoves two fingers in Megumi’s cunt and hooks his fingers up, it takes two curls and Megumi’s scream finally finds its voice, he’s cumming hard, squirting a mess over his hand from the painful pleasure.

Toji lets him have a few seconds of his orgasm before he yanks his fingers out, slaps his hand down with punishing force to bleed pain back into his pleasure. It’s good he picked a soundproof room, he’s never heard Megumi scream like this. Toji's nearly dizzy from how hard he is.

“Say it!”

Megumi muffles his scream, biting his lip so hard it splits and his cunt gives another, helpless squirt of release. “I love being raped!”

Toji laughs breathlessly, barely able to string his fucking thoughts together. Son of a bitch, he’s close again. Megumi is going to ruin him.

“Even the stupid ones can learn, can’t they?” Toji cups his hand over his cunt, pressing his palm with light little rubs to soothe his engorged clit and throbbing pussy; even that pressure makes Megumi bite back a keen. “Now say it again.”

Megumi’s lip trembles and he chokes out quietly, “I love being raped.”

Toji slaps his face. “Again.”

“I love being raped!”

Toji goes back to rubbing his cunt, faster now, clit so swollen that it makes him tremble from the indirect touch. “Good boys get rewards. Say thank you.”

Megumi grits his teeth, turning away and Toji laughs. “We’ll work on it.”

Toji looks back at the Idiot staring at them both with still-wide eyes.

“Go ahead, finish how you want.”

Idiot swallows thickly, and says, “Are you kidding? I already…yeah.”

Toji scoffs. “Then get out.”

He hardly waits to watch the door slam shut before Toji straddles Megumi’s chest, shoving his pants down far enough to feed his hard cock past Megumi’s bleeding lips. Toji holds his face while Megumi cries softly, but sucks his dick as best he can, smearing it with blood. Toji touches the blindfold in silent question and Megumi nods, so Toji lifts it a little, revealing one eye glimmering like an emerald from his tears.

“Fucking hell baby,” Toji gently strokes his cheekbones. “You’re gorgeous like this.”

Megumi’s eyes flutter shut, almost sleepily suckling the head. Toji’s so close, even after cumming twice, that the tired press of his tongue and terrible suction has his gut tightening, the tension building up hot and fast in the base of his groin.

Toji grounds his baby with his hands in his hair and the familiar shape of his cock on his tongue, holds Megumi's head up so he only has to suck while Toji rocks shallowly into his mouth. With a sharp grunt, the tightness breaks in him and Toji cums with a bitten back groan, taking pity on his tired baby and spilling over his lips rather than buried down his throat.

“That’s it, Gumi.” Toji swallows a calming breath down. “There’s no more.”

Megumi sags against the bed with a sigh, head lolling a little towards one of his bound arms. He looks absolutely wrecked, drenched in cum, spit, and sweat, idly licking at the cum on his swollen lips and he’s so goddamn beautiful. Toji sighs slowly; he’s not the best at this part.

Trial and error taught him Megumi prefers to take a minute to settle before immediately jumping out of the scene. So he manages to find his legs again to get off of him, then says, “I’ll be right back.”

He makes sure the door is locked and shuts the door to the bedroom too before returning to sit by Megumi’s side. He reaches up, cupping Megumi’s hot cheek. “Taking the blindfold off, okay?”

Megumi nods again, but keeps his eyes closed once he removes it. He takes off the stocks next and helps Megumi get his heavy arms down that are more like lead weights at this point. Toji shifts up further to sit fully on the mattress and gathers Megumi’s wrung-out frame into his arms.

“How you doing, angel?” Toji asks quietly, scanning over him to assess some of the damage and finding no immediate cause for alarm. He’d be on a hunting spree if he did.

Megumi slumps heavily into him and grumbles. “Fuckin’ tired.”

Toji chuckles, hugging him tight with one arm while he pets his hair. “Yeah, I bet.”

Megumi hums, nosing into his chest. “Can you make me cum?”

He sounds exhausted, voice thick and slurring, so he knows Megumi’s not asking for the fun of it. He’s as logical as he is tactile, so Toji’s fairly sure that he just needs him to be last.

“Of course baby, how do you want me?”

“Mouth.”

He expected it, given what Megumi’s really asking for but Toji laughs. “Oh, you want me to eat up all those loads?”

Megumi tucks his face into his chest but Toji can see him smiling.

“You kinky shit, how’d I get so lucky?”

Toji settles Gumi back on some of the pillows that were thrown to the floor, raising his hips and taking any effort off his tired body. He licks at him lightly, his clit too swollen for more than a few passes while he swallows the cum dribbling from him. He presses one finger inside, delicately curling up towards his g-spot while he keeps up the gentle, steady pressure with his tongue until Gumi cums with a hitching, quiet moan, fingers petting sleepily through his hair while he rides it out.

Toji gathers him up again and carries him to the bathroom. He starts running a bath while he sits them both down to clean him off.

Megumi protests in his arms, mumbling, “Wanna sleep.”

“UTI.”

“Tch, fine,” Megumi scoffs.

Toji pauses, looking down to see Gumi’s face tucked away, shuffling impatiently in his hold. He shifts to support Megumi with his thighs, touches his jaw gently and tucks his nose into his drenched hair.

“You okay? How’s your space?”

“I’m fine.” Megumi mumbles, then seems to realize he’s tense because he relaxes into his arms again, turns back to his chest and breathes him in. “I’m good. Just don’t have the energy for this, ass.”

“Then don’t do anything,” Toji quips dryly. “Just don’t kick me.”

Megumi makes a noncommittal grunt and Toji snorts as he starts cleaning off the worst of the mess with as gentle a touch he can manage. He’s not a gentle person, even when he wants to try, so Megumi winces through some of it but stays quiet, all but nuzzling into his chest while he lets Toji wipe him down, taking care to flush out his poor overworked pussy. When the bath’s ready he scrubs off some of his own grime, then settles them both into the tub so he can hold him above the water. Megumi dozes against him while Toji kisses over his shoulders.

“Good?” Toji asks again, more since it’s all he can think to ask and grimaces at himself for it.

Megumi hums contentedly and nods, tipping his head back to nudge Toji’s chin. “Feel good.”

“Alright.”

Megumi grunts, blinking open eyes still hazy from the endorphin rush. “Didn't think you had it in you to plan anything that big.”

Toji laughs, “For you? I can put in the minimum effort. Happy birthday.”

Megumi snorts again, “Nowhere near.”

“If I did it too close you’d be suspicious, or you’d say it was my birthday present.”

Megumi chuckles, slumping back against him. He doesn’t doze again, something clearly on his mind but Toji knows better than to press, for now. Megumi is stunningly self-sufficient after they do games like this, only needing Toji’s use of legs to carry him and some help with clean-up. When he needs something, he’ll ask, when he needs to say something, he’ll say it when he’s good and ready.

Once Toji’s drying them both off Megumi finally says it.

“I didn’t think I could ever get what I wanted.” His words are soft, full of genuine surprise. “You actually made it real.”

Toji halts towelling him down, glancing up at him before he replies carefully. “Not too real, I hope.”

Megumi shakes his head immediately, making Toji fucking breathe again, and then cups Toji’s face in his hands. He pulls him in for a kiss, so slow, close and warm that it makes him forget to breathe again for all the right reasons this time.

Megumi’s smiling when he pulls back. “Thank you.”

Yeah, Toji could live in that smile. He gives him a quick peck before picking him up, taking him back to the bed so he can help him dress in one of Toji’s worn shirts he uses for sleeping and the comfy pants Megumi likes.

“Just tell me if you need anything, I’m all yours, Gumi.”

Megumi nods, floating quietly while Toji gets the bed remade. Once he helps him drink water and eat some rice-cakes and the only damn ginger candy he’ll eat—it’s impossible to get Megumi to consume anything with sugar, even when he needs it—Toji can finally let him settle into the bed to sleep.

He’s waiting for Megumi to say something else; he knows it’s a matter of time. Megumi’s come down is slow but it hits like a sledgehammer sometimes, so Toji’s more or less put himself on standby. Until then, Toji applies some cream to the worst of his bruises and when Megumi starts to shiver with the ebbing endorphin rush, he lays down next to him to hold him close and let him steal his body heat.

Megumi turns to him, ducking his face back towards his chest and slurs tiredly, “Thanks for helping me cum. I know it was gross, I was just—”

“Hey hey, not gross,” Toji interrupts him fast, carding his fingers through his hair to pull him closer. “You looked so hot dripping all that cum, and you let me make you feel good, beginning and end. You fucking spoil me, I can't even tell you right.”

Megumi relaxes again, nodding into his chest and Toji kisses his hair.

“You were beyond perfect. You look like the world’s most well fucked angel.”

Megumi grunts, neither agreeing nor contending the fact, but he can see the small smile.

“What can I get you?”

Megumi gives a small shrug, slurring his reply worse than the last, “Get back to you on that.”

He then promptly passes out. Toji keeps petting his hair, letting Megumi use him as a pillow.

**

When Megumi wakes up about an hour later, Toji’s gently rubbing his arm, a blanket pulled over him but there’s something cool on his abused cunt. He fell asleep hard then, if Toji was able to get up for a cold pack without Megumi protesting his leave. Any soreness either limb had before was gone, too. He’s fairly sure based on the purposeful press of his fingers on his bicep that Toji massaged his arms while he slept. He aches all over, but he doesn’t hurt, left with only the pleasant buzz of soreness and Toji’s warmth by his side while he screws around on his phone.

Megumi swallows thickly, not moving yet to alert Toji; he knows full-well once he stirs, he’ll check-in and be back to taking care of him more than he ever does any other time. It’s like Toji can sense whether Megumi actually needs the care or he needs to be left alone.

Despite that, Megumi hesitates; he doesn’t like anything he can’t do himself, no matter the circumstances. Even admitting he needed this was so difficult that Toji ended up being the one to ask; albeit after Megumi kept pushing past his own limits and ruining their scenes. Having to ask for all the ways he needed to rely on him, getting put back together was even harder.

Toji didn’t prod at him though. He seemed to understand what Megumi needed without having to check in constantly and jar him with remembering exactly how much he’d let himself be torn down. He just did it, no questions, understanding what Megumi hated having to explain. He didn’t coddle but stayed by his side. He stayed with him.

Megumi couldn’t have done this with someone else because of that. He wouldn’t feel calm, comfortable, and safe right now. The knot in his throat starts to thicken up and Megumi trembles from holding back the squeezing in his chest. Toji starts a little, clueing in that he’s awake and puts down his phone.

“Hey, baby.”

Megumi sets his jaw, tucking his face into his side and gasps out wetly, “Fuck.”

“You okay?”

Megumi forces himself to nod because he is, he’s just—he doesn’t understand how he got this lucky.

“Dammit,” Megumi gasps again, and his stupid voice cracks when he says, “I’m fine.”

Toji gathers him up, curled on his lap so Megumi can tuck his face in his neck and Toji can wrap his arms around him.

“Yeah, I know you are, kid.” Toji takes a deep breath. “Was it too much?”

Megumi shakes his head. “N-no, no, it was…fuck.”

“Talk to me, angel.”

Megumi grimaces, picking at a spot on his crossed arms. He needs to be honest. “I wish I could have seen you more.”

“Oh baby, you could’a told me.”

“I know that.” Megumi buries his face in his neck. “I know. I didn't want them to back out. Fuck, that was perfect.”

“Careful, you’ll inflate my ego.” Toji chuckles softly, dismissing the compliment like it’s a hereditary trait. “You were incredible baby. Dumb shits couldn’t tell but I saw every time you came. Was it four?”

Megumi nods and Toji releases sharp breath. “Shit that's hot. You looked so good, I wanted to kick them all out and keep you to myself.”

Megumi hums, reaching up to cup his neck so he can feel his pulse, the steady heartbeat against his arm where he rests it against Toji’s chest. “How'd you pick such scumbags?”

“My line of work?” Toji rolls his eyes. “Easy. Not easy getting them to agree to give me a clean STI test and that I had final say on my sub.”

“Good boy,” Megumi hums, closing his heavy eyes again. “I’d kill you if you didn’t.”

Toji laughs. He kisses over his hair and wraps his arms tighter around him. “Yeah, I know. Feel free to have your shadows eat me alive if I ever disappoint.”

“I will,” Megumi sighs sleepily. Toji lays him back down, pulling the covers over him and grunts when Megumi hooks his arms around his neck and drags him down on top of him.

“I gotta—"

“No, fucking sleep. I want my space heater.”

Toji sighs, obediently raising his arm so Megumi can saddle up against him, back to front, refusing to give up his right to be spooned.

“You messed up though,” Megumi slurs, turning his head so Toji can see his smirk. His brows raise in mock surprise.

“Oh? How so?”

“You put out too hard. Now I have a high bar for you.”

“Ah shit,” Toji groans. Megumi laughs, turning enough to kiss under his chin.

Toji rolls his eyes again. “Maybe I shouldn’t finish out my plan then.”

“There’s more?”

“Just me giving you massages and eating you out every day for a week for letting me wreck you.”

Megumi scoffs, “You eat me out anyway.”

“I was gonna put in effort this time.”

Megumi smirks at him, scratching his nails over his scalp in a way that has Toji shivering. “In that case, I’m holding you to it.”

“Got it, angel.”

Megumi settles again, too tired to keep talking. Toji litters kisses on his shoulder, lacing their hands together to stroke over his knuckles. He keeps up the idle touches until Megumi drifts off, sinking into the bed. He’s nearly asleep again when Toji whispers. “How’d I get so damn lucky.”

If only he could read minds. Megumi smiles to himself, nuzzling into the arm he’s using as a pillow. “Beats me.”