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"Next time! Next time for sure!" Geto yells while holding his amputated arm. Hair all down and blood sticking from his face.
He sits down, his lack of energy caused by the earlier fight getting into him, looking at his side, "You're late."
"Satoru."
"To think you'd checkmate me, are my families safe?" Geto asks to Gojo who is now standing meters from him.
"They all ran away" The other replied, "You gave the same orders to the ones at Kyoto right?" Gojo asked.
"Well, it's because I'm nice, unlike you-" Geto scoffs at his statement, "You sent those two specifically so that they could be done in by me, and trigger Okkotsu's explosion right?" He looked at Gojo with narrowed eyes.
Gojo faced the other sorcerer with sincerity in his look "It's because I trusted you."
"I knew you wouldn't kill young sorcerers for no reason..."
Geto laughs, "Trust, huh?"
Gojo leans down and looks at Geto, "Suguru...I can't leave you like this." The other sorcerer sneered, looking back at Gojo "This is what it'll come to eventually, Satoru, I have no regrets about my decisions and— "
In a blink, Geto was teleported to a secluded underground place. He let out a quiet gasp of surprise at the hasty action. This looks like an exorcism chamber. His eyes wandered around curiously, and talismans were wrapped all over the place. Looking at his front greets the man with glimmering blue eyes, sitting on a wooden chair, who is now laughing. The hell is he laughing for? Geto thinks.
"You're probably so confused right now, hm?"
"I-"
"Why couldn't I just stab this fucking blade into you huh?"
A sound of a chair being thrown, and there Gojo stood, above Geto who was weakly lying on the floor.
He stood. And stared. Deep azure shooting darts into the depths of yellow ones, looking intently into one another.
The dim light of the chamber encompasses his Six Eyes that are shining so brightly, but Geto knows otherwise. Sweat started to drip in his face. Why am I fucking nervous? He can't deny the uncanny feeling that this situation is giving him, adding the fact that the other hasn't spoken a breath since he stood.
"Satoru what the hell is going on? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" Geto clamors.
Silence.
"I said why did you bring me h—"
"I'm keeping you."
What?
"I said."
A loud thud
"I'm keeping you."
Geto flinched. This is wrong, it feels so wrong— on how Gojo sits on his lap, with labored breaths, and a feverish face. It's all too familiar. Geto feels sick in the pit of his stomach.
This is...
"Suguru..." Gojo whispers hotly in his ear. Carefully leans into Geto's body as he's careful not to hurt the wounded man.
Geto's breath hitched, this unknown feeling washing upon him, a mixture of uncertainty, fright, and anxiousness.
"You're mine, you hear that? All mine. No one else's, but mine. You're family doesn't matter to me, the only person you care about is me," Gojo said as he caressed Geto's hair, softly tucking it behind his ear. "If I can't have you, then no one will." He followed with a small peck on his partner's bloodied cheek. "I'm keeping you here in this chamber, you will eat here, sleep here, and shit here. Understand?" The Six Eyes proclaimed.
"But—"
"Tsk tsk. Ahh no buts! I will take care of you. For the rest of your life. Try to get away and it's not only your arm that's gonna go missing." He gleams an innocent smiling face at Geto. But the voice of his tone says otherwise.
"Oh! To ensure that we have to take some precautions, don't we?" Gojo stood abruptly and vanished.
In a single blink, Geto looks up and sees Gojo with a hand of chains, handcuffs, and what looks to be a big, thick bodysuit that could cover his entire body.
Geto trembles on the floor, goosebumps spreading into his skin marred with dried blood. He did not like where this was going.
"You're gonna be good for me right? Right, Suguru?"
Geto stares at the man, red-eyed and almost teary. He can't believe what's happening. He's about to be kept in a fucking basement, by Gojo? While everyone thinks he's dead?
"Why are you doing this to me?" Geto responded meekly. He feels beaten and small.
Gojo sits down again to face the other, "Because I love you Suguru, you're mine and I'm yours right? That's what it has always been...right?" He scoots closer to the other sorcerer, sitting once again on his lap, and takes a deep inhale on his robe. Gojo keened at the smell of the dirty fabric and the stench of Suguru's sweat. He rests his face on Geto's shoulder. Hugging the bigger man tightly. A smile plastered on his dumb face.
Is Satoru fucking serious?
Geto thinks of what will happen to him, and what power can he fight against the other man. He was left with nothing and accepted defeat. He frowns at the situation he's in. Oh well, what the fuck could go wrong with Satoru...
A faint trickle of blood can be heard. His amputated arm was bleeding more now. Geto groans at the pain caused by the hugging. He can't fight the stronger body squishing him down. "Fuck! Satoru my arm!"
"Oh right right. Sorry." Gojo lifted himself up and teleported them both into his bathroom.
"I'm gonna get you cleaned now 'kay? now stay put." Gojo carefully sits down Geto in the tub, blood staining the white tile, and continues to drip in the running water.
He didn't miss the sound of metal when they teleported here.
Gojo starts to rummage in his bathroom closet. "I have plenty of shampoos, one that's flower-scented makes your hair smell reaaally good! And there's this other one where It has aloe vera in it, which makes it super smooth and super shiny yeah? Which ones do you like more?"
...
He was only met with the sound of water running.
A sharp pain in his scalp jolted Geto from his trance. "Hey. If you're not gonna fucking cooperate I'm telling you you're not gonna like it. So be fucking good. Got that?" Dark ocean eyes lulled at him. His black hair falls into strands where it's being pulled.
"Yeah, yes I'm I-I'm sorry." He chokes at his own spit.
Gojo smiles. "Great! Cause I don't wanna hurt my Suguru!" He exclaimed while getting back into the cabinet.
Geto weakly nods and tucks his hair back in place. "Since you don't wanna respond I'll just shower you with a vanilla-scented one. Cause I like sweets, and I like you."
"How can you shower with these on? Come get undressed. It's the last time you'd be wearing this stupid robe." He carefully undressed Geto, stripping him out of his robe. Tossing it harshly somewhere near the door. Revealing a scarred and bloodied body. Years of fighting are shown on skin.
Gojo tenderly treads his fingers towards Geto's chest, making the other breath hitch. "What? You nervous? Don't worry so much, I'm here for you."
You're the one I'm worried about.
Geto stood naked as the day he was born, full of grime and dried blood. Gojo guided him into the soaked tub, the warm water making Geto softly moan at the feeling. He keeps his injured arm upright though, since Gojo told him he'll bandage it for him.
"I'll just get the med kit, stay right there alright?"
Geto nods. He didn't even think of escaping. Knowing that there is no where to escape in that man. When Gojo comes back he starts to appendage the injured arm. He's not very good at it but he knows the basics. He's friends with Shoko after all.
"All done! It'll stop the bleeding for now, I'll wash you up okay?" He reached for the soap and started scrubbing Geto, thoroughly washing his silk hair, Gojo always admired it, since he was a teenager, every time Geto slept and his hair would be sprawled out, he'd play with it— make small ponytails and keeping them for Geto to see in the morning. Those were the times. He thought.
"I've always wondered why you keep your hair long. Hmm, maybe it's just your style. I love it though." He gently rinses the other scalp and reaches for the towel.
Slowly he drags the towel up and down to dry Geto, whisking it up his hair and letting it rest on his shoulders. Once Geto was dried up he gave him a single white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. "Here's your clothes, although you'll be wearing something else."
Geto follows Gojo's movements, step by step. He puts on the thick body suit to Geto, Not resisting huh? and a metal collar with chains on it leaving it hanging in the meantime.
The sound of metal clacking and clicking makes Geto's ear itch.
You look amazing, he wanted to say but the words don't come out.
They teleported back to the basement.
There, Geto found a futon, Am I sleeping there? He figured.
"Well! As I've said here is where you'll live from now! There is where you sleep, and there is where you piss." He pointed a finger at a door, that looked like a restroom.
"For your meals that is my job, I'll be giving it to you three times a day. I'll be feeding you properly and give you enough drinks."
"How can I eat If I'm handcuffed like this?" Geto retorts. Showing his immobilized hands.
"Oh don't you worry about that, I'll be feeding you. So be good for me alright!" Gojo clasps his hands in excitement. He's already thinking of thoughts where he's feeding Suguru.
"Oh...Alright."
"You look so good Suguru."
What?
"You've been awfully less talkative, I understand why though." Gojo pulls at the chain connecting into Geto's neck which makes him stumble a little. It's hard to keep balance while wearing this thing.
Gojo pushed him into the futon, it's a little thin so it hurt his back a bit, considering he has an injury going on.
Gojo tied the chain in his hand thrice, Geto tracking his movement made him sweat onto what's gonna happen next.
It doesn't look good.
"You look so good!"
"So good like this! Chained and tied for me. Cause you're mine, 'mmkay? Mine only. " Gojo sat on top of Suguru's navel, resting his whole weight there.
There it is again, labored breaths, paired with a wicked smile, and a feverish face. It's all too familiar.
Gojo leaned down, and some spit trickled on Geto's face, he grimaced at the feeling.
He stared at him for a moment, and suddenly tugged at the chain making Geto's body arch forward.
Meeting his lips into a sealing kiss, Gojo moaned at the feeling. He immediately latched up the uppper lip and invaded the inside of Geto with his tongue. They made out profusely, the air feels a lot more thinner, way more hotter. The sound of spit slick echoed in the dim light basement, while Geto was helpless and forced to give his body. The Six Eyes pulled the chain tighter making their lips lock more, spit smeared across their faces. Gojo started rocking his crotch into the other—the sensation making him moan that muffled within the kiss.
Gojo's other hand started palming at his now-soaked boxers. Breaking the kiss— they both took deep breaths, staring into each other's soul.
Gojo giggled, feeling high of pleasure he ripped the zipper off Geto's bodysuit. Making his lower half exposed to the cold air of the basement. He was wearing nothing beneath the suit.
"My fuckin' God, hah—Suguru, look what you made me, I'm dripping, because of you." He pointed obnoxiously at his crotch.
Gojo started to strip out of his pants and was butt naked by the time he straddled Geto again. Chain still in hand, he tucked it constantly to make sure Geto's attention was still on him.
"Baby look at me, look at my cock—" Geto follows, it's leaking so much precum that Gojo looked like he already came. Its angry red tip is twitching and begging to be touched.
The other giggled, "But I don't wanna come yet, I wanna come on your cock, please—" Gojo haphazardly scoops the bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. He drizzled it into his fingers "Let me just prepare myself...for you." He slowly pushes two digits at once, he groaned at the feeling but he loved pain, he's always been such a pain slut.
A knuckle in, until it's fully inside, Gojo lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping. As he slowly pumps his fingers inside and out. His other hand tugged at the chain again. "Look at me Suguru, you made me so wet...!" Pumping faster, trying to find his prostate. Obscene squelched noises and moans resonated within the basement. And Geto can only watch.
"Ah! Mmgh yeah—oh yeah there...!" Gojo squeaked with pleasure, he brushed his spot over and over again. Geto can feel stiffness already attacking his neck. He groaned at the unpleasant feeling.
With a sudden pause in movement, Gojo stopped and slips his digits away from his ass, "Haah, no—not yet, I wanna cum in your dick baby, please,"
Geto watches in awestruck, his dick painfully hard and confused. Is he enjoying being used now?
The Six Eyes lined up his ass from Geto's fat cock, he grips the chains tighter—making a faint clicking sound. He braced himself as Gojo sat down in one swift heavy motion. All of his thick cock disappearing into his hole.
"Ahh! Oh fuck! Oh—" Gojo moaned loudly, he loved getting his ass stuffed. Especially if it's Suguru's fat dick. He laughs at himself. "You're so big inside me...! Feels so good—"
He started to rock roughly, not wasting any time as Geto thrashed on the futon. He feels his dick getting slobbered in fire. Geto arches his back, releasing a long-drawn groan. He felt amazing, but it was torture at the same time.
"Yeah? You like that? Of course you do, you love everything I do." He bounced with more vigour wanting to milk Suguru dry. "Fuck, I can—ah feel you twitchin' inside...! Ah—" The chain hanging from Geto's neck sways from the Six Eyes' movement, still holding it tightly.
Geto has his hair sprawled all over the futon, sweat covering his beautiful face, and quick short breaths leaving his mouth. He's a sight Gojo would kill for.
Gojo suddenly drops the chains and grabs directly into Geto's throat instead. Crushing his windpipe.
"Oh fuck Suguru yeah, you—ah you belong to me, and only me...!" Gojo's cock swinging up and down from all the bouncing he's doing a noticeable pool of cum is now on Geto's abdomen.
Gojo twisted his hands on his throat harder as he pounds his ass more violently. "This want you want? Ahh yeah? To come inside me? Come on breed me, please—mghh breed me Suguru...! Fill up my fucking— guts with your babies—Ahh!" One or two hard thrusts inside are all it takes for Gojo to cum. He came untouched by the thought of Geto breeding him. The other finished inside of him, painting his insides with white.
"Ohh fuck, I came a lot huh." Gojo looked below him, he laughed as some landed on Geto's chin. He leans down and pressed a wet kiss on Getos lips, sucking on that bottom lip. He doesn't want this to end, Geto only belongs to him. And he's gonna show him that.
Small kisses lead into Geto's neck and a sudden big shout is echoed in the basement.
Fresh blood now stains the futon, running like water. "Fuck! What the fuck Satoru! Are you trying to bite my neck off—!" Gojo has bitten off Geto's jugular, the thin skin has no power against the fangs of the other. He bit it so hard it looked like he ate a part of Geto. Skin tore and a big open wound is now present.
Smack
Gojo punched Geto's cheek leaving it red and bruised. He pulled on his hair again—"I'll do what the fuck I want to you, you belong to me now, guess you needed a little branding you know?" Gojo laughed, deep eyes looking at the blood flowing from his partner's neck. "Shh don't worry baby, it'll stop soon I promise. I'll get you some dinner now okay? It will make you feel better. Stay there for me." He placed a small peck on Geto's trembling lips as he got up and shut the door. Leaving the other alone in the cold basement.
Silent muffled cries can be heard, the Six Eyes hear it, but doesn't do a thing. Doesn't go back and comfort him, doesn't say a single word.