#sukushi

[dishonouredone]

Sukuna rolled his eyes with a sharp click of his tongue. “This is not creepy,” he hissed, voice low and annoyed. “It is of utmost honor for you to be hosting me in your home, which is quite…” All four eyes dragged slowly across the bare walls, the modest furniture, the painfully ordinary layout, nothing like extravagance he once had. 

“…humble.” If derogatory could be described, it would be with this single sentence.

When Satoshi turned his back, offense flared in Sukuna’s chest.

To be dismissed so casually, as though he were nothing more than an uninvited guest overstaying his welcome.

How easy it would be to correct that behavior. To seize him by the collar and press him into the nearest wall. To carve the lesson into muscle memory: never expose your spine to a predator.

"But no more of that," Sukuna dismissed it. Satoshi’s words and his own thoughts.

He stood- well, almost- to his full height. His head brushed the ceiling with a dull thud, the strain in his neck adding onto his irritation as red eyes bore into Satoshi’s back. 

“I simply do not understand.” A step forward, the floorboards groaned in complaint. “Why stay rooted here when you can be greater, little wolf?” The nickname rolled off his tongue with mocking fondness. “Why deny the opportunity- the honor- to fight for me?”

humble, satoshi scoffed a chuckle. yeah, that was one way to put it. his apartment was a far cry from what anyone would consider someone with ‘gojo’ for a last name to have.

as sukuna rose to his full height, satoshi observed the staggering silhouette cast over him and the coffee table. he couldn't deny the way his heart stuttered. how his eyes missed a blink. couldn't help when he instinctively turned to look up at the giant. what was this feeling in his gut. . .

satoshi was tall. very tall. well over average and towering over most. but sukuna. . . made him feel small.

he took a moment. stared. mulled on the little name— wow, the king of curses had it in him to keep nicknames?

little wolf. he'd always been likened to a dog. a guard dog, a bulldog, a mutt to particularly biting tongues. but the name little wolf stirred something within him. even with the mockery laced on it.

“you call that honor?" he asked before he could stop himself, rising to his full height and yet still having to crane his neck. “to what? put myself between you and a blade? to be your little guard dog?”

a pierced brow arched. “didn't know the king of curses would need some lowly mutt to fight for him. but if you really wanna know why I keep denying you. . .”

he stepped closer. kept his head raised. the light struck over his scar as his head tilted and he shoved his hands into his pockets. his voice was drawled. dull.

“I think you're boring, ryomen sukuna.”

[dishonouredone]

A thin line split the air, a thread of cursed energy made to cleave.

That same delicate line made itself known across Satoshi’s cheek, dissolving into thin air as red started to bloom in its path.

“..Boring?” he repeated, voice slow. Sukuna will commend him, he has guts for a throwaway twin. For clawing his own place in the world and sticking there. Brave, or stupid?

A heel slammed forward. One stride, two.

That's all it took before Sukuna was right in front of Satoshi, the white-haired sorcerer barely reaching his chest. A clawed hand shot out and seized his face- rough, fingers digging into his jaw, tilting his head up forcibly as crimson eyes burned down into his. 

“Watch,” Sukuna murmured, thumb pressing just slightly against the fresh cut, smearing red along Satoshi’s skin, “your tongue.”

His grip tightened, almost entranced at how red seemed to bead up at the corner of the cut, before running down smooth skin.

For how blue his eyes were, red suited Satoshi very well. 

“Don’t mistake my fascination for need,”  he continued, voice low and edged in steel. “I may want you at my side out of convenience,” His nails pressed faintly into Satoshi’s skin. “But do not delude yourself into thinking I require you.”

His eyes flicked at the blood staining his own finger, before smearing it across Satoshi’s lips. A smile, not kind, not endearing, graced the king’s lips once more. Amusement and something he could never name brimming in his cold chest.

“I could split you in half just as easily, little wolf.” he whispers. “Don’t forget.”

Warmth spilt over his cheek. Satoshi hardly flinched. But his breath hitched. Not from fear.

Definitely not from fear.

As the sorcerer-made-curse invaded his personal space, towered over him, Satoshi's heart stuttered. Stopped. When Sukuna's calloused touch gripped his jaw and raised it so that his neck craned and he was forced to stare up at the behemoth. Manhandled like it was nothing.

Blue eyes fluttered. Just a bit. Lashes batting like the wings of a butterfly as the claw bit into his skin. It stung. It was sweet.

He'd always been a glutton for pain.

“No,” he spoke, voice low. Not threatening, but even. “No, of course not. I don't think the King of Curses himself needs me.”

As the thumb swiped over his lips, Satoshi's pupils dilated. His throat bobbed, just barely, before he.

He leaned. Into the monster's touch. Blue stare fixed onto those bloodbaths that he called eyes. Like a damn mutt who didn't know the difference between a cradle and a claw.

Pale lips pressed to Sukuna's thumb.

Stare still fixed. Eyes unblinking. As his pierced tongue slipped out and he slowly, slowly, dragged it over Sukuna's thumb. Swiping the metallic taste of his own blood over his tastebuds. As he shuddered. As his breath stuttered.

“But you want me, don't you?” He cooed, lashes batting once more.

“Like you said. You could split me in half. So tell me,” his face presses further into Sukuna's claws. “Is it really my convenience that fascinates you? Enough for you to come here and find me?”

[dishonouredone]

“So it is true,” Sukuna mused in the dark, crimson eyes narrowing as they traced the silhouette of a man who wore the same face as Satoru Gojo, yet lacked the suffocating hum of power that always clung to the honored one. “The spare twin, the one who walks with no cursed energy.” His lips curved, a predatory gleam in the dark. “How interesting.”

There, sat in the living room, was no one else but Sukuna Ryomen, his large frame languidly resting on Satoshi’s couch as if it was his. Two arms draped lazily over the backrest, the other pair resting upon his lap, with his legs spread. A shirt? Sukuna does not own any, nor does he wear them. Only a loose white hakama hung low on his hips, a contrast to the  inky black markings carving intricate paths across bare muscle, shifting subtly with each idle breath. 

“Join me, Satoshi Gojo.” Sukuna said slowly, the offer hanging in the air like a knife waiting to drop. “Stand with me, follow his shadow no more.”

satoshi sensed the presence before he saw it. he always did. cursed energy felt so cold. but this— was warm. nauseatingly scathing, even.

for a moment, he considered the possibility that his twin had come to pay him a visit.

until he recognised the deep, scarlet stare piercing through the darkness as he entered his living room. felt the hairs standing at the back of his neck. thank fuck darl was still at his neighbour's.

when faced with a monster, an abomination, the king of curses himself— satoshi still stood unblinking. as if he were stood in front of a mere curse. helmet tucked under his arm and hand in his pocket. he stared sukuna in the eye. frowned. then clicked his tongue and stepped forward. once. twice. till he stood right in front of the man.

his head crooked.

“. . . do you you have any idea how fucking creepy this is?” he grunted. no acknowledgement, no fear, the same he had been for the first few interactions they had. he turned his back to the beast without care, leaning down to plop his helmet down on the low coffee table.

“already gave you my answer. you're a persistent bastard, aren't you?”

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