伏黒恵

Slowly, the detective opened his eyes. They were clear ( for the first time since the other man appeared ) and a beautiful, almost startling shade of blue. Taylor looked at the stranger, really looked at him — and then nodded.

❝Yeah,❞ he replied. His voice was hoarse. ❝I can hear you ... ❞ Taylor grimaced, dimly aware of how severely he was trembling and how sore he was. He stretched his legs carefully. It took every ounce of his will not to chuckle at the cramping that riddled them. God, whoever this guy was — he was one hell of a fuck.

The detective groaned softly. His hands moved down and cupped the bottom of his belly. Taylor couldn't help but feel satisfied at the evidence of his pregnancy. It was new, and vulnerable, and should have scared the shit out of him ... yet, he found only beauty in the little swell there. His mind simply could not attach any label of fear or disgust onto the baby ; Taylor had just love to give to it.

Delirious, terrible, all - consuming love. The sort that was born from becoming a mother. Taylor's thumb stroked his sticky skin. He felt insane, exhausted, and giddy all at once.

In a way, of course, that made this easier. In the event Taylor didn't remember, explaining how in the hell they ended up making a baby together would have been worse than pulling teeth. His sobriety spared Megumi the duty of coming up with a plausible story; they created a child because he'd failed to exorcise the cursed spirit before it dug its claws into Taylor's physiology, and it was the only thing that would keep him alive.

The pleasure that came with it-- that all-consuming, incredible sensation of pressure and wetness and warmth-- brought its own guilt, but Megumi would think about that later. That, and the glittering of Taylor's eyes as he held the swell of his own morphed stomach.

"You're reacting a lot better than I thought you would," he said. I thought you'd be more scared. Or angry. Or something.

"My name is Megumi."

Satisfied with Taylor's current temperature (he was warm, but in a sweaty post-sex kind of way as opposed to a near-death sort), he took his hand off of him. As his own adrenaline began to fade, Megumi became keenly aware of the scents they'd left behind, all heady and thick in the air. A quick glance between Taylor's thighs gave him the remarkable sight of the man's stretched cunt and the sticky mess drooling out of him, and Megumi swallowed because it made his toes curl the slightest bit inside his shoes.

       ❝ I'd say   tonight   if I wasn't so comfy right now, ❞   Nobara mutters as she turns her face into his, burying it a little into his cheek. It felt awfully hard to give up their peaceful nothingness together just for a good dinner and some sweets.   ❝ I didn't bring a change of clothes either, so...  bummer. ❞   A few purses of her lips and she peppers his face with some kisses as she takes a moment to contemplate when.

       ❝ Tomorrow? ❞   She didn't have anything pressing going on and knew if Megumi were busy, she could wait 'til he wasn't. A small pull back of her face from his, head tilting as she reaches up to play with a bit of his hair.   ❝ I'll even call to make a reservation.   - Be all  fancy  about it. ❞

This close, Megumi has half a mind to bite Nobara somewhere. He opts for the corner of her mouth: something sharp to offset all the sweetness from her kisses. He's so unused to how easily she offers affection that it's still embarrassing sometimes. Fortunately, the desire to curl his arm around her waist and pull is stronger than all that.

His concession is soft: "...I can put some buttons on for you, though."

Maybe if Megumi's lucky, Nobara will wear that skirt he likes.

Kai gestured for Megumi to follow him. It didn't occur to him that his father had studied here before and that this path was most likely familiar. For a moment, he was just a son showing his parent to where he was staying at school. So simple, so straightforward, as if the very act of Kai being enrolled wasn't some great risk.

Eventually, Kai stopped in front of his dorm. He went in without pause, unaware that the space he inhabited now used to be his father's in his own days at Jujutsu Tech. Kai had moved the furniture to his liking and unpacked his things. Quickly, he scooped up a shirt off of the floor and threw it into the hamper in the corner. With a thoughtful hum, he pulled the chair out from the desk against the wall. His seat was the edge of his bed.

Or it should've been, if not for the fact Kai was most certainly staying in the same room Megumi spent his four years of tech school in. Knowing Nanami-san would never be the type for such sentimentality in his work, it could only be Satoru's doing. That the man still found ways to mess with Megumi even when he was thirty-six years old and married was its own kind of admirable.

"You don't have to look so concerned," was the first thing Megumi said once the door was shut. My son couldn't hide his emotions even if it killed him, he thought.

Megumi sat on the offered chair, shifting it in reverse so he could fold his arms atop it, and faced his eldest sincerely. "Nobody's sick or hurt or anything like that, I promise. I only didn't want to say this where anyone else might overhear..."

Ah. Truly, age did nothing to diminish embarrassment.

There's a light snort from her as she scrolls and investigates a little further. It doesn't surprise her he asks;  it does tickle her, though. Enough that she amuses the concern with checking. A few taps and scrolls later and Nobara lifts her phone again for him to see   ( regardless if he looks or not ).

       ❝ You're in luck, old man.   - It's the price. ❞   The mock in her tone was light. It wasn't like the cost was a ridiculous thing to be concerned about. Did it suck a bit of the novelty out? Maybe. That didn't matter as much, though. Nobara idly wraps one of her own arms down around his knee as she resumes her scrolling, back to her comfortable little lean into his frame.   ❝ Looks like they do have a secret dessert menu, though ~ ..   - Ever had a mochi sundae? ❞   

Though in his daily life he does his best not to indulge, by now Nobara knows of his weakness to sweets well enough that there's hardly any reason to hide it. Still, he takes in a deep breath. The photo on Nobara's screen is making his mouth water.

"...no."

His brows furrow as he reads the post's caption. "The mochi comes from Asakusa."

That's the good stuff, he thinks idly. But still in Tokyo, so not crazy expensive. His temple brushes lightly against Nobara's hair as he looks at the screen with her. She's pushed his buttons effortlessly, of course.

"When do you want to go?"

They were one, the thing and he — and they celebrated as one when the stranger came.

Taylor arched his back, tensing against the tendrils. Around the other's cock, his walls seized, eager to take everything that he had to give. He yelled out with his glee, tears dripping from his lashes.

Across Taylor's figure, the lines of pulsing black paused. The milk streaming from his nipples, tinged with red, did the same. For a moment, the thing inside of him held still. Then, the mess of it moved, and Taylor's cry dipped down into something clearly half - pained.

Black energy, milk, sweat, and traces of blood stopped their natural flow and instead turned to travel down the older man's torso. Taylor's fingers and toes curled. His nails bit into the soft part of his palm. What pooled across the top of his lower abdomen was a twisted representation of the curse itself : a dark pool, filled with the sorrow and wanting that had driven them this far, which pulsed to the slow thrusts of the stranger's cock. It sank down through Taylor's flesh once it was satisfied with its size, and the skin of the detective's body distorted, becoming temporarily transparent.

Within the mess of organs there, the curse stole away the stranger's seed and an egg from the detective's own store. Taylor clenched his teeth, afraid that he would bite the tip of his tongue off at the sensation of his insides sliding about. Blood appeared, disappeared, and reappeared as black - white - red energy expanded his empty womb. A now - fertilized egg was deposited inside of it, as well as the fluid and protective sac needed to keep it safe. The curse did not have time to wait for conception — nor would it accept anything less than a baby.

So, even as Taylor groaned darkly against the feeling, the egg grew. Six weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and the bundle of cells that spawned from it inside of the detective's womb began to vaguely resemble a child in its most early stages. In its mother's warped, dark womb, it flickered with the energy required to force creation.

Taylor gasped. He felt himself speak, and his exhausted voice was tinged with awe. ❝ I'm a mother. ❞ The thing inside of him cooed at that, as soft and pliant now as a dove. Beneath the stranger's palm, Taylor's flesh returned to normal, swelled slightly, and firmed — leaving the stranger cradling the confirmation of their success ( and the pregnancy ). Above his belly, Taylor's breasts sagged, mysteriously full but stagnant.

The sight of a cursed womb-- born not just of human emotion, but of real genetic material-- made his teeth grit (and what did it mean when the thing was created in an emotional high of joy instead of the typical recipes of depression and anger?). But there was something in the detective's voice despite all this: something amazed, and awed, and everything in-between. He sounded happy-- blessed, even. Like this was the happiest day of his life.

As the creature in the man's womb disappeared from view, Megumi wrote it deeply into his memory. The flesh beneath his hand had already gone firm with proof of life, and his palm cradled it delicately.

He knew what the elders would say, of course, if they found out. This creature was an abomination and could not be allowed to live. Yet as his tendrils released the man's limbs, and as Megumi himself worked to make sure he could be lowered carefully to the ground, he was nothing but gentle. Slipping from inside the man's soft core (and half-embarrassed that he was still somewhat erect), Megumi swallowed. He had prevented the detective's death and exorcised the curse inside him before it could cause any widespread damage, but at what cost?

On the one hand, at least the Bell Curse (a first-grade) had only needed seed. In the grand scheme of things, that was a negligible price. On the other, however, Megumi knew for a fact that the creature inside the man's body was made of him... and in spite of what this tryst was meant to be, he couldn't just leave them behind.

For now, though, he swallowed and tucked himself away, careful as he zipped his pants back up. Megumi shrugged his coat off (he'd forgotten he had it on), then bent to lay it on the ground. The last thing his tendrils did before disappearing into the shadows was coax the man's limp body on top of it.

Megumi took a few steps away from the wet mess on the floor, then crouched so he was by the man's head. A long, low exhale left his nose after.

Without warning, the eyes of the boy's mother filled with stinging tears. Taylor gasped and ducked his head forward. The heels of his palms dug into those watery blues. He couldn't help but let out a soft sob, the sort that had plagued him throughout his pregnancy.

❝I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... ❞ Taylor finally composed himself enough to speak. He dropped his hands and curled them into fists atop his blankets. ❝It's that ... ever since I knew he was there, I've felt like the only thing for me was being his mother. I didn't know how badly I would want it. Hearing you say that, Christ, I — ❞

He sniffled, swiped his face again, and tried to suppress that all - too familiar need to continue crying. ❝I'm happy, babe, that's all. You're going to be a fucking really great dad.❞

It'd been a draining pregnancy, to say the least. The nature of curses and their existence through emotion meant that whenever Megumi wasn't around to balance him out, Kai was sapping his mother dry. Despite all that, though, Taylor spoke of his pregnancy with all the happiness in the world.

That was different, Megumi felt, from his own situation. That was a bone-deep feeling of destiny. He used to wonder how much of Taylor had been changed in the wake of the bell curse's power; looking at the teary smile on his lover's face, however, reminded him that the how didn't matter. Not really, when he was so fulfilled.

So Megumi got to his feet, careful as he manoeuvred Kai in one arm. He sat at the edge of Taylor's bed, mumbled a quiet "move over", and then settled with his back against the headrest of the bed. The position wasn't the most comfortable, but it suddenly became unbearable to be away from him. As Kai remained cradled in Megumi's left arm, his right looped gently around Taylor's shoulders.

"You're so cute," he murmured, speaking not to the baby but to the man whose hair he kissed delicately.

Megumi's thumb stroked the edge of Taylor's jaw. "I'll be a better father because I have you to raise the baby with.

This could do it, no ... this would do it. The thing inside of Taylor sang.

Slowly, the older man's head rolled back. He surrendered himself entirely to the pressure that came with the stranger's length pushing deep each time it entered. Taylor moaned as it dragged along his channel, rubbing against the swollen and tender tissue. More, he begged silently, almost delirious — and the stranger's pace picked up as if to respond. That was perfect. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Taylor, overriding the shock, horror, and piercing ache of the encounter. Slick leaked out around the other's cock, collecting in the crevices between their bodies and dripping toward the floor. Taylor's voice swelled, rich and needy. The tentacles toying with his breasts only amplified how good the sex itself was.

I'll give you a baby and make you a mother.

Taylor heard himself cry out at that. The sound echoed, though it also seemed distant to his own ears. His walls tightened around the stranger's cock. On either side of the younger individual, Taylor's feet twitched, trying to free themselves from the tentacles. He wanted to lock his heels behind the stranger's back, to hold him to such a lofty promise. Taylor was granted some freedom by the removal of the tendril around his waist, and he used that to roll his hips into the thrust of the stranger.

The detective's head stayed back ; as a result, it was easy to see the blackness flowing over his veins as it spread along the underside of his breasts. His milk came heavier, white and then red and then white again. A coppery smell mixed with the sweetness. Taylor's breathing gradually grew more labored.

❝You're close,❞ he crooned ( gasping for air all the while ). Sweat, milk, and blood made his flesh shine in the ruined building's half - light. ❝You're close ...❞

A higher pitch layered on top of Taylor's ragged voice. Something ghostly and ghoulish spoke with him — or was it for him ? It hummed out a long note of satisfaction before it used words. The effort to breathe in swelled Taylor's chest, emphasizing how rounded his breasts had become.

It was all he wanted to do, after all: moan with pleasure, keep the detective against him, and tilt him in such a way that all Megumi had to do was drive his cock down.

Like the man beneath him was nothing. Like he was a fucking toy.

"I'm gonna come, you stupid thing. Don't" -- the squeeze of the detective's cunt around him, consistent around his aching cock, had Megumi groaning -- "take me out of it."

He felt better than any toy Megumi had played with, though, and leagues better than his own fist in the shower. It was addicting, this smooth glide of cock splitting a body so soft and wet and warm-- fucking him and stretching him and saving him from emptiness. As his energy clashed with that of the curse inside the other man Megumi's mind fogged; why had he never done this before when it felt so natural to thrust inside this willing body?

Even as Megumi shut his eyes against the intensity of it all he found it impossible to stop moving, rocking his hips in steady, pumping motions. Slick drooled out with every unrelenting push, no doubt tainted by the cocktail of energy swirling in the man's body. Megumi throbbed with his balls pressed against him, felt himself leak a little more pre-cum inside, and for a moment desired to see his seed dripping out the man's hole more than anything resembling salvation.

"Shit," Megumi swore, head jerking in a harsh shake to physically snap himself out of it. Stop that. Stop it now.

He was close, though, and it had nothing to do with the curse burning so furiously in the detective's body. The tips of his tendrils pressed and flicked at the other man's nipples, then twisted around them to pull amidst the insistent massaging of his breasts. The faint taste of something coppery-sweet began to paint the back of Megumi's own throat, and it aroused him so badly his thrusts became less about efficiency and more about need. Sex felt incredible, pussy felt incredible, feeling the other man rock so desperately onto his cock felt incredible, and Megumi--

"Hah..."

--felt his head fall back as he filled the older man with his load.

He was shivering with it, wrought with sensitivity. The superhuman nature of his own vitality had rope after rope of hot seed spattering the detective's insides. Megumi rocked his hips, pushing his cum as deep as it could go, and struggled to sense the shift in energy in the man's body in his orgasmic high. This had to have done something-- as Megumi's palms mapped the other man's skin, he watched the black of his veins as closely as he could.

"Take it," he growled, pressing his right hand into the man's womb (so the detective could feel his cock better, so Megumi could seek that curse out better-- did it fucking matter?).

His thrusts were slow, and deep, and continued even after the tip of his dick stopped spurting cum.

❝Fine.❞ The detective sighed fondly. ❝I'll give you the eyes. They're real blue, even for a baby.❞ A hand rose and waved dismissively. ❝The rest of him, however ... listen, babe. I may have cooked him, but he came out looking like you.❞ He laughed hoarsely and tucked his head into his pillow, content to continue watching.

❝Did you tell your family he was here yet ?❞

It was almost surreal seeing the child now, alive and soft and so very pink. Megumi was enchanted and utterly in love, and when you felt that way it was impossible to think of anyone else.

"I'll text them later," he said. Taylor might recall that Nobara had demanded Megumi call her after the birth a few months prior when she visited with Yuuji in tow; the thought was so far from Megumi's mind, though, that it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except Kai's safe arrival and watching him breathe. That, and being thankful that Taylor had survived it, even after the undeniably powerful change to his body. For all that his lover thought himself ordinary in the face of the world of sorcerers, he was stronger than he knew.

"Now I understand," he murmured, "why it was so hard for you to put him down.