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Two weeks later, Sukuna enters Megumi’s clinic as if nothing happened.
By now, Megumi isn’t even surprised he chooses to proceed this way. In fact, he’s been expecting it and barely reacts when the young alpha enters. It could be a coincidence that Sukuna arrives mere minutes after Megumi’s last client of the day leaves, but he assumes it’s intentional.
Meeting a guy like this is, according to Nobara, the sort of thing middle-aged omegas read and daydream about. He initially thought that was a ridiculous claim, but lately he’s started to see the charm. It’s not about Sukuna’s age per se. It might not even be about the longing and desire Sukuna expressed. Sure, it’s good for his ego, but Megumi has never had much use for flattery.
There are other ways Sukuna might prove useful.
Sukuna is wearing the shirt with the ALPHA MALE print again, and a whiff of lavender follows his arrival. Not strong enough to be alarming, but enough to stir Megumi’s senses. Sukuna saunters to the counter where Megumi waits.
“Hi there,” Sukuna says, flashing his fangs in a smug grin.
“Hello,” Megumi replies evenly. He ignores his frantic omega, just as he ignores the way Sukuna’s eyes dip to his neck. “Have you made an appointment?”
Both of them know damn well there wasn’t any appointment.
“No,” Sukuna says unapologetically. “I was hoping we could work something out regardless. I need more perfume.”
Megumi raises his brows. It shouldn’t be time for that already. That bottle should have lasted at least two more weeks, if not more. He would’ve thought it was something Sukuna made up to have an excuse to visit the clinic, but he seems genuine, so he abandons that theory.
“You’re running low already?”
“I am,” Sukuna says, more serious now. “Truthfully. I think it might last just a few more days.”
“In that case, I’d like to evaluate how it has been working for you before we proceed. Go inside and take a seat, and I’ll be right with you.”
“Yes, sir.” Sukuna winks and saunters away toward the consultation room.
Megumi retrieves the evaluation form for the fragrance he created for Sukuna. The fact that this man chased him, fucked him, knotted him, is not going to distract him from doing his job. He cares too much about his professionalism to allow his omega to run amok.
Still, before joining Sukuna, he does something he otherwise wouldn’t. He steps around the counter, turns the sign hanging on the door, and locks it.
Precautions never hurt.
Sukuna waits in the same chair as during his first visit. The contrast is almost comical. Back then, a fractured young man had been seated across from Megumi, reluctant to believe his service could make any difference. And who could blame him? He had spent years trying to live a normal life, to no avail. Trying every product on the market, suffering the side effects of constantly wearing strong blockers. Now, Sukuna is puffed up like a proud bird. It suits him far better than cowering.
“Would you like anything?” Megumi asks.
“What are you offering?” Sukuna replies with a grin. He doesn’t even try to be discreet about sizing Megumi up when he sits in front of him. He flicks his tongue over his fang. “I can think of something I'd like to eat.”
Megumi writes Sukuna’s name on the form, mentally pushing his omega back. It’s still strange to him. Only a few weeks back, he never noticed its presence. “I'll take that as a no.”
“Come on. Is this really necessary?” Sukuna lazily rests his hand behind his neck, spreads his legs, and nods at the form. “You already know it’s working. Or are we going to act like we haven’t–”
“Sukuna,” Megumi interrupts, “I take my job seriously, and I intend to conduct this evaluation as I would with any client.”
“Oh?” Sukuna cocks his head. “Is that so?”
“Yes. Sit properly.”
Sukuna blinks, takes a moment to recalibrate, before quickly fixing his posture, resting his arms on the armrests. Megumi resists the temptation to praise him for being a good boy. For now.
“That’s better,” he says instead. “The first question is about the effect. Is it what you looked for?”
“Better than I ever dared hope,” Sukuna says. “It’s doing magnificent work. As you said, it’s not completely neutralising my scent, but I can be around people and not worry about accidentally triggering a heat, or severely pissing an alpha off.”
“And have you been using the fragrance daily?”
“Yes. Every morning after showering.”
“Have you used blockers?”
“When I'm at the gym, it's obligatory. Otherwise, no.”
“And how often do you need to reapply?”
Sukuna looks upward, thinking. “It depends on what I do, but on a normal day I’d say every three hours, give or take.”
“Hm.” Megumi taps the edge of the form. No wonder he’s running out already. Normally, it’s closer to every six hours, with a fragrance like this. Then again, Sukuna isn’t any alpha. “I’ll see if I can make it stronger.”
“You told me you mixed your scent with others,” Sukuna says. Megumi glances up.
“I never told you I used my scent to make it.”
“Oh, please,” Sukuna scoffs, and Megumi’s lips curl at the corners “Can’t you make a fragrance that uses only your scent, instead of mixing it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t work that way.” Megumi taps the form again. “Have you noticed any side effects? Rashes, irritation?”
“Nothing at all.”
The form fills quickly. Megumi already knew the fragrance works, but he’s particularly proud of this one. Sukuna was his most difficult case ever. Megumi knows all too well the ache of watching others find partners, hearing stories of how scents complete each other, how omegas and alphas simply belong, while living with a scent that makes all of that unachievable. Despite that, Megumi managed, and with that ensured it didn’t have to end with a chemical scent alteration. No one should have to go through that, especially not someone so young.
“There’s something I’m still curious about,” Sukuna says thoughtfully. “Why is my scent so strong? I’ve never managed to find any reasonable explanation.”
“It’s not about the scent,” Megumi says. “It’s your alpha. Your scent mirrors it. Strong alpha, strong essence.”
“I understand that. But it still doesn’t explain it.”
Megumi slides his thumb along his bottom lip, letting the silence linger. Sukuna waits, maintaining eye contact. Patient, until he isn’t.
“You do know, don’t you?”
“No,” Megumi says. “But I have a theory. I’m not sure if a guessing game will help, though.”
“I’d like to hear it.”
Megumi slowly nods and stands. “Let’s get you the refill first. Come with me.”
“Oh no,” Sukuna mutters.
Sukuna reluctantly follows Megumi to the room where the chair with thick leather straps waits. Sukuna tries to play it cool, but his brows furrow when Megumi gestures for him to sit and fastens the strap across his chest.
“You’re smiling,” Sukuna says.
“Am I?” Megumi fastens the straps around his wrists, his lips curling.
“I didn’t think you’d need more of my scent to make the perfume.”
“You’re right,” Megumi says. “I don’t.”
Sukuna’s brows twitch. “You don’t?”
“No.”
Sukuna might be the exception Megumi never expected to find. Still, there is a significant risk, and Megumi is the one who might end up hurt. His curiosity has grown enough to be willing to take it, and with Sukuna there at his clinic, he has a way.
Sukuna flexes his hands. The sturdy, leather straps will hold even the strongest alphas in place. When Megumi had them ordered and installed, his father helped him test the durability. If they could hold Toji down, they would keep him safe.
Sukuna isn’t getting anywhere.
Megumi studies his captive. The straps bite into Sukuna’s broad chest; his forearm muscles shift when he tugs again. There’s so much power residing in that body. All of it wasted.
Sukuna’s unease gives way to confusion and curiosity.
“Oh, I see,” Sukuna says, smiling again. “I get it.”
“Do you?” Megumi doubts it. Sukuna's oblivious expression makes his belly tighten with an urge to laugh.
Ever since the hunt, where Sukuna left Megumi abandoned and ragingly horny in the forest, Megumi has planned his revenge. Sukuna is the first alpha to have ever made Megumi feel this way. The first to trigger his need to be chased, the only one who has made his omega feel so omega.
But the puppy is getting cocky. He thinks he knows everything about omegas. He believes he is superior. Megumi will take great pleasure in reminding him that omegas aren’t that simple.
Sukuna’s eyes widen when Megumi climbs into the chair and settles onto his thighs. His whole being is freakishly sturdy. Strong. And utterly helpless.
“You want to feel my scent, don’t you?” Megumi asks.
Sukuna’s reply comes comedically fast. “Yes.”
“Then this is how we’re doing it.”
“Oh.” Sukuna flexes again. “Oh shit. Okay.”
“Try to get free.”
“I really don’t think I’m going anywhere.”
“Humour me. Give it your all.”
Sukuna does so. The leather digs deeper into his meaty body. He grunts, writhes, trembles, then flops back with a soft huff. “They won’t budge.”
“Good.”
Sukuna’s eyes are sparkling, his scent intensifying along with his excitement. “What’s your scent going to do to me?”
“With you, I’m not sure. Usually, it triggers a rut.”
“I knew it,” Sukuna says, pleased. “I knew you were like me. But my scent didn’t trigger your heat, right?”
“No. But I don’t like taking any unnecessary risks, so you’re staying like this. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.”
Sukuna does, in fact, look very content being restrained. Perhaps it wasn’t his first time. After all, he isn’t like other alphas.
Sukuna’s eyes are glued to Megumi’s hand when he slides a thumb beneath the edge of his blocker.
The last time he let an alpha smell him still haunts him. Like Sukuna, Megumi has lived carefully, suppressing and hiding his scent his entire life. His father warned him, time and time again, what might happen if he allowed it. Sixteen-year-old Megumi hadn’t listened, and he made it away only thanks to being armed with a pepper-spray that Toji urged him to carry at all times.
Ever since that day, he hadn’t let anyone close to his scent.
Would he be allowed to enjoy what it did to an alpha now? Before meeting this man, Megumi had never been affected by an alpha’s pheromones, and Sukuna had never been affected by an omega’s. The way Megumi’s omega had jumped to life the first time he smelled that potent lavender… would that same thing happen to Sukuna’s alpha now? Would Megumi be the key to unlock his proper instincts?
The thought makes his stomach buzz.
“Why are you hesitating?” Sukuna’s legs are solid beneath Megumi, like tree trunks. He’s a faster runner than Megumi.
“I’m scared of what it’ll do.”
“I won’t hurt you. I’m not getting anywhere.”
“I know. It’s not just me I’m worried about.”
“... Oh. Well, I’m more than willing to take the chance.”
“Clearly.”
“I want to know.” Sukuna shifts again. He’s either growing more restless or enjoying the way Megumi’s eyes roam over his bulging muscles whenever he flexes them. “Please. Just a little.”
That does it. Megumi tears the blocker off his wrist and massages the gland to bring the scent to life, eyes fixed on Sukuna’s face. Despite being more than safe, his muscles are tense, prepared to bolt.
The room floods with his biting ginger scent. Warm and spicy, blending perfectly with Sukuna’s soothing lavender.
The shift is instant. Sukuna’s body tenses, his pupils dilating along with a rumble building in his chest. Goosebumps tickle over Megumi’s skin.
It’s the sight of an alpha, if he has ever seen one.
“Fuck,” Sukuna says, through hard-gritted teeth. “Fuck. It’s amazing. Megumi, it’s divine.”
He’s holding together better than expected. Megumi shifts, settling fully onto Sukuna’s lap. He can feel the hard shape of him even through the fabric.
“Oh,” Megumi says. “You’re hard already.”
Sukuna parts his lips, but fails to speak. The smug grin is long gone, and Megumi savours it. This is what he gets for using Megumi’s omega against him.
Two can play that game.
“What’s wrong, puppy?”
Sukuna swallows, and warmth blossoms on his cheeks. “More.”
“What was that?”
Sukuna lifts his head from the chair, straining his neck to get closer. “More. Please.”
Megumi moves his wrist closer and holds it under Sukuna’s nose. Sukuna inhales, eyes rolling back. Megumi clenches on nothing. The sight of Sukuna’s reaction to his scent thrills him more than anything ever has before.
“How are you feeling?” Megumi presses more weight down. “Tell me.”
“I, ngh…” Sukuna tilts his head back, exposing his neck. Megumi slides his hand over his throat, feeling the vibrations from his growls.
“Feral?”
Sukuna’s reply is merely a grunt. His skin is glowing with a sheen of sweat. Megumi would love to know what the man was feeling at that moment, while he also tremendously enjoys the fact that he can’t speak properly. Megumi never had the chance to use his powerful scent for something good before. It had never been an advantage.
He could get used to this.
“Let me... touch you,” Sukuna speaks in between greedy gulps for air.
“No. Not when you are like this.” Megumi smiles. “And I’m enjoying the view.”
“You tricked me.”
“Tricked you?” Megumi tilts his head. “We agreed to restraints.”
“You let me believe,” Sukuna speaks slowly, struggling to get the words out, “that you are… a regular omega.”
“Regular,” Megumi echoes. “What do you mean?”
Silence follows. A drop of sweat follows the curve of Sukuna’s eyebrow, sliding down his jaw and neck. Sukuna’s wild stare is one of the most thrilling things he ever laid eyes on. None of the forbidden movies he watched in his youth came close to being so exciting, so tangible. The thought of what he would look like wearing a muzzle flickers past Megumi’s mind’s eye.
Next time.
“Omega.” Sukuna turns his gaze back to Megumi. Savage eyes, fangs bared. A tickle climbs down Megumi’s spine, through his legs, all the way down to the soles of his feet. His scent is starting to burn his sinuses. “Omega.”
“No.” Megumi hooks his finger under Sukuna’s chin. “I’m not done with you.”
Megumi unbuckles Sukuna’s belt with swift movements. His cock springs free, hot and leaking. Megumi wraps his hand around it, strokes slowly, watching Sukuna unravel.
Sukuna tilts his head back again. The struggles against the straps are constant. Arm muscles trembling, leather digging hard into his flesh, grunting, growling, even whining. The shirt is sticking to his skin, and Megumi touches his neck again with his other hand. The man is burning up.
“How are you feeling?”
“Hot,” Sukuna manages. “Please. Omeg- Megumi, I’ll… I’ll do anything, let me… let me have you, I’m… Please, please, please…”
The pleas keep pouring, a mix of omega and please.
“This suits you, you know.” Megumi spits into his palm. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
Sukuna makes a sound that sounds like he’s being hurt rather than pleased. Megumi has been told his hands look elegant, and is willing to agree. He watches them now, while working Sukuna’s cock with long, slow strokes, savouring the noises.
He always loved the sound of sex. Wet, sopping noises of a cunt being fingered, filthy gargles of a throat being fucked. Now he also learns that he is especially fond of making a young alpha whimper. It’s almost as good as sitting on top of his muscular, powerful body, making him come undone with nothing but his hands.
He has never been a fan of taking anything in his mouth. As a matter of fact, he normally uses teeth the first time an alpha begs him to do it, so they never ask him again. He squeezes Sukuna’s shaft tighter, and his mouth waters. So hard. Impossibly so.
Megumi rubs the thumb over the leaking head. What would it take for him to swallow it all? How much would he choke, drool, and cry? How much would Sukuna love it?
“Omega.” Sukuna lifts his hips, chasing a different pace. His throat is fully exposed, hands clutched into fists, veins swelling. “Need your… want, please, I…”
“What are you trying to ask me, boy?”
A shudder tickles through Sukuna’s body, and his cock twitches in Megumi’s hand. He tries to speak again, but there is nothing but hitched breaths and a delicious, broken moan. Chest rising, falling, rising, falling.
Megumi never felt so powerful in his life. It’s pure, and raw, and primal. It’s like a chase, with Sukuna being his prey. This man’s alpha woke his slumbering omega, and this will be his reward.
A shift in Sukuna’s breath comes before he reaches the edge. Hot, sticky semen spill over Megumi’s hand. Never-ending, it seems, and the young man throws his head back, making a noise as if in pain rather than enjoying the ecstasy.
Everything Megumi thought he knew about himself had been turned upside down by this man, half his age. They are meant to be. Nothing else could explain what is happening. Age doesn’t matter when it feels like this.
Megumi takes his hand back. Sukuna caused quite a mess. Seeing the blissful smile on Sukuna’s provokingly handsome face, Megumi finds himself smiling back.
“Never thought a handjob could feel that good.” The rasp in Sukuna’s voice sends a thrill down Megumi’s legs.
“I’m glad.”
“I think you enjoyed it even more.” Sukuna does have a point. Megumi never had so much fun with a handjob. “Is this something you normally do with your customers?”
“Only with the cute ones.”
Sukuna laughs. He lifts his hands from the chair, reaching for Megumi, but can only brush his fingertips over his thighs. “I’ll get you for this.”
“I’m sure you will.”
Sukuna’s smile sharpens, his scent flaring. “And next time,” he says, “I won’t accept being tied down.”