Chapter Text
Yuuji sits on his haunches, back against the wall, chest imploding. The door beside him is slightly ajar, just enough for him to hear them speak.
"I want you back," Geto says.
It doesn't take him by surprise. He isn't a total idiot. He knows they have a past, he feels how the air changes when they both enter the same room. It's palpable, their connection.
And Yuuji.. Well, he simply can't compete, can he? Not with Geto, the 6' 3" male model that's known Gojo for years.
"Geto, we've been over this.." Gojo says quietly, softly.
Geto scoffs, "Oh come on, don't tell me this is about him again. He's just a distraction for you, Satoru. Let the kid go, save him the heartbreak. We both know it's coming."
Yuuji doesn't wait to hear Gojo's response.
He packs his bag with trembling fingers and a wobbling lip. Unshed tears burn behind his eyelids.
He drops a shirt only to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes, a sob escaping. He doesn't indulge in it for long, only a few seconds at most, taking a deep breath before resuming packing. He doesn't own many things, so it's done quickly. He checks himself in the mirror, tussling his hair a little before he leaves his room and makes his way to Gojo's.
He resolves himself one final time before knocking, standing straight, feigning confidence. Blue eyes greet him a moment later, a little surprised.
"Yuuji, I was just about to come find you-"
Yuuji stands on his tiptoes and slots his lips against Gojo's, gently pushing him backwards. He licks inside his mouth, kicking the door closed behind them. A second later and a hand curls in his hair, Gojo responding to his kiss with vigour. Soon they knock against the bed, Yuuji twirling them so he can fall back with his sensei on top of him, the smell of his cologne invading Yuuji's senses.
Gojo has to hold Yuuji down to get away from his frantic kisses, his wandering hands. "Yuuji," he says. "Wait, I-"
Yuuji searches his eyes and he can't help but notice how tired they look, ocean blue rimmed with purple skin.
"We need to talk."
Yuuji isn't entirely worried, even if his heart rate speeds up in terror. He knows how to get out of this.
"Satoru," Yuuji says, and Gojo's eyes widen. That's not the name Yuuji usually calls him, after all. That was the name reserved for Geto's lips. Only he was bold enough to speak it, soft and deep and with ease
Yuuji swallows, canting his hips up.
"...I need you, Satoru."
Lips meet his again, along with an answering press of hips.
It's not long before they've both shucked off their clothes. Yuuji is laid out, already dipping a finger inside himself because the need to be fucked is so deep, so urgent. Gojo stares at him while he fingers himself, eyes ravenous.
Yuuji lets his finger slip out, opening his legs a little wider. Gojo is quick to slide between them, already trying to manhandle Yuuji onto his side, but Yuuji presses a hand to his chest, stopping him.
"I want to look at you," he says.
Gojo ducks his head down, presses a soft kiss to his lips, a hand cradling his face.
"Anything," he answers. "Anything you want."
Yuuji can almost believe he's loved back like this.
Well, he can pretend, at least.
Gojo brings his fingers down, slippery with lube to pry inside him, but Yuuji shifts away. "Wet enough," he huffs. "Get inside me, Sensei."
Gojo laughs at that. He smears the lube over his cock instead, "You're a needy little thing today, aren't you?"
Yuuji bites his lip and nods. The girth of him touches Yuuji's rim, and all the breath leaves his lungs as it slides inside. Not wet enough, not nearly. It stretches him open, his muscles protesting as he whines and hooks a leg around his sensei's waist, dragging him in deeper.
He wants to feel him. He wants the ghost of his sensei's touch throbbing inside him for days, with each step, each breath.
"Yuuji," Gojo breathes as Yuuji yanks him another inch forward. "Slow down, sweetheart. You'll hurt yourself."
That's the point, he wants to say. He doesn't. Each drag of cock burns, but his sensei is skilled, especially at this. He angles just right, brushing Yuuji's prostate with every push and pull.
Yuuji whines and whimpers, overwhelmed with the pleasurable pain of it all. He wants it to hurt more, wants it faster, harder. So he asks for it.
“Sensei, please. More,” He begs prettily, then chokes when it's given in a rough thrust of hips.
Gojo blinks above him, pulling back. "Shit, that was too much-"
Yuuji pulls him back in. "Don't you dare stop."
Those sharp eyes look down at him, eyebrows knitted just slightly. "Are you sure?" Gojo asks, still moving, albeit slower.
"I'm sure," Yuuji sighs, relaxing into the cage of his sensei's arms, looking up at his sweat damp hair, at the white strands stuck to his neck and face. He stares and tries to imprint it to memory before leaning up for another kiss.
He knows that Gojo can tell something's wrong. He knows that he must seem so desperate, must be acting so strangely. He can see it reflecting back at him through those beautiful blue eyes, Gojo holding his hips in place and choosing the pace himself. It’s much more languid than before. Slower, sweeter.
Like they're making love, almost.
Yuuji could laugh until he cried if he wasn't stuffed so full of cock.
It's not long before he's panting, his sensei's hand coming to curl around him, stroking him. Those strong hips have begun to lose some rhythm, both of them close. Yuuji is completely lost in it until Gojo speaks.
"Say it again," Gojo says, voice deep and ragged.
"What?" Yuuji asks, so fucked out he's practically stupid, unable to string a coherent thought together.
Gojo presses their foreheads together, "My name. Say it again."
Yuuji waits a beat, breath hitching on a particular thrust.
"Satoru," he says, soft and breathy.
Gojo moans.
"Again," he says, fucking in faster, harder. "Again, Yuuji."
"Satoru," he pants, repeating it like a mantra, holding on to his sensei's shoulders for dear life as he's pummelled. "Satoru, Satoru, Satoru-"
It's moments until his orgasm is pulsing through him, dick throbbing in his sensei's hold as he whines through it, his spend spurting between their bellies. Satoru follows close after, a long low moan on his lips as he pumps Yuuji full, their breaths mingling.
They kiss for a minute in the afterglow, tongues lapping one another lazily. Yuuji feels so small like this, completely covered by Gojo, circled within his arms. Safe, taken care of.
He hisses when Gojo's softening cock slips out, an ache going through him.
"Yuuji," Gojo says, tone chastising. "I knew it was too rough."
"It wasn't," Yuuji says back. "It was just right."
Gojo huffs, but his voice softens, "Next time, you're going to tell me if it's too much, alright?"
"Alright," Yuuji agrees. He doesn't know why Gojo bothers to play pretend. They both know there isn't a next time. It's a matter of days, maybe hours, before Satoru will leave him. Before he'll be back in the arms of the man he really loves. Geto.
His eyes flutter closed as Gojo goes to get a towel, and then he plays at sleeping while he's gently cleaned. Gojo kisses his hair after, letting it linger there a moment before he covers Yuuji in blankets and slides in next to him. He only opens his eyes once he hears soft snores. He stares at the wall, soaking in the warmth of sensei's hold.
It's all too soon before he slips out of bed, carefully grabbing his clothes and allowing himself one last glance before he's shutting the door behind him. Gojo won't be surprised to wake up without him, Yuuji usually has to sneak out in the night before everyone wakes.
It's less than 20 minutes before he's out in the crisp air, bag slung over his shoulder. He walks to the station with a shiver, cold air blowing beneath his collar. When he finally arrives he's happy to duck inside. It's only 5 hours to Osaka, though he'll have to wait for the next train. He has enough money for accommodation for a while, at least until he finds a job, hopefully.
He'll be out of everyone's hair now. Things have been all fucked up since he arrived anyway. They won't have to worry anymore, and he's never been that good of a sorcerer anyhow. This way he can keep Sukuna away from the people he loves most.
And... Gojo can be happy now, without Yuuji lingering around, making things awkward. He can go back to the way things were before, go back to what he had with Geto, before Yuuji came and messed everything up.
Yes. This is the right move. He’s completely sure of it as he approaches the woman behind the ticket desk.
"Osaka station. One way, please."
It starts with a phone call.
Satoru told Yuuji that they needed to talk the night prior, and he meant it. He wants to catch him before they have to leave for another mission, to ease Yuuji's worries before they have to be away for the whole day, hiding what's between them in front of the others.
His phone rings out, which is only a little unusual. Maybe Yuuji is still sleeping? They had gone at it rougher than usual last night, so it wouldn't surprise him. He shoots him a text instead,
Hey, meet me at our spot before breakfast today. Want to have a quick chat.
'Our spot' is a tree in the yard, a meeting point of sorts. It's the place where they first kissed, sitting under the shade of its plush leaves to avoid the summer sun.
Satoru waits there now, the crisp cool air that blows gently around him signifying the beginning of winter. He waits for ten minutes, and that slowly bleeds into twenty. He checks his phone again, but his message is still unread. There's a nagging thought in the back of his mind, and he's half compelled to go to Yuuji's room and check on him. For some reason, he brushes the feeling off. Maybe it's because he's been getting increasingly clingy with Yuuji despite how he tries to play it off as if he were indifferent.
If Yuuji slept in, then Megumi would get him up and bring him to breakfast like he usually did. Really, it would seem strange if he was caught knocking on Yuuji's door. So instead he walks back to the school, mulling over whether he should make something quick for Yuuji to eat considering he won't have the time to do it himself. He doesn't want him to go hungry, but again he worries what the others will think if they see him giving Yuuji special treatment.
It surprises him when he finally steps inside to see Megumi sitting with Nobara, both of them waiting to go but with no Yuuji in sight.
"Where's Yuuji?" He asks, not even bothering with pleasantries. That nagging feeling from earlier comes back full force, and Megumi's arched eyebrow doesn't make it any better.
"I thought he was with you," Megumi answers. "I checked and he wasn't in his room this morning-"
He doesn’t wait to hear the rest of what Megumi says. Instead he walks swiftly towards the halls, only minutes before he’s outside Yuuji's door. It's open, and it doesn't take his six eyes to see that it's strangely... empty.
There's no clothes strung about, no photos on the nightstand. His gaze falls to Yuuji's bed, where the only item left in the room sits. He walks over and picks it up, the world tilting on its axis.
It's Yuuji's phone, the screen brightening to show Gojo's unread messages, his missed calls. Blood rushes in his ears as a strange sense of deja vu comes over him. He sees himself ten years ago, standing in Geto's room in much the same way, unable to move, unable to do anything, because the man he loved was gone and wasn’t coming back, leaving Gojo alone, crushed to pieces-
Utterly powerless.
"What's going on?" Megumi's voice cuts through his thoughts.
"We're not going on the mission anymore," Gojo answers. "Tell Nobara, and go get Nanami too."
He turns to Megumi and sees something in his eyes that he's rarely seen before. Concern.
"We're searching every inch of Tokyo until we find Yuuji."
It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Yuuji couldn’t have gone far, not in so little time. They’ll find him.
They have to.