Traffic blares much louder than usual tonight. Junpei's fingernails sink into his alpha's bicep as his anxiety grows, but the man says nothing in response to the pinch. Whatever his omega needs tonight, Toji is reserved to offer him any solace that he can.
They're standing close together outside the adult toy shop, huddled for warmth from the spontaneous storm that began shortly after arriving, for once not caring about keeping a respectable distance between them. The older man isn't very talkative but Junpei on the other hand can't stop himself from nervously commenting on the lateness of the hour, how quickly the rain moved in, and how he can't wait to eat something later on.
Neither one says what they're really thinking.
Geto and Gojo are late.
Toji checks the last text message that was sent to him.
We'll arrive at 10. Be ready to party just like we used to. ;)
The smug little winking emoji made him want to crunch his phone in his fist. Satoru Gojo must have been the sender. His sense of humor was always warped, and he got under Toji's skin in a way that no one else quite could.
The instructions were to wait at the same store where they'd first run into one another. Apparently Geto and Gojo are already well familiar with the back rooms here. They agreed to have a few drinks to start things off as well. Toji surprisingly didn't put up any protest, knowing it would help Junpei relax and maybe even possibly forget some of what was going to happen. He also knows they won't be able to knot inside of the boy if they're too plastered. Thank God for that detail he remembers about them.
The two other men were insistant that Junpei dress up for the occasion. Beneath his jeans, the boy chose to wear his new black stockings and a lacy pair of panties that actually made him feel incredibly sexy. Other than that, he doesn't own any real lingerie. Certainly no cute bra sets or anything like that, which normally doesn't make him so self conscious. Tonight however, he anxiously dreads Geto and Gojo's reactions when they discover how different his body is from theirs.
Toji can smell the boy's nervousness despite the storm and slips his hand up to his lower back to cradle him. "No matter what happens, no matter what they do… Just handle everything as best as you can. Try to do whatever they say. Alright?" He feels sick vomiting up those words, but he has to make himself mean them.
"I'll be fine. As soon as we're out of the rain I'll relax, I promise."
The older man places a hand around his lover's shoulder, pulling him closer to shelter him inside of his coat. Junpei can smell the scent of aftershave mixing with warm rain.
"It's alright to be nervous. You would be crazy if you weren't," Toji reassures him.
That doesn't make the omega feel any better as he watches a taxi pull up to the curb and slow to a stop. The brakes squeal loudly and Junpei takes a deep breath.
This is it. No turning back now.
"Yo-o!" Gojo drawls while staggering out from the backseat of the cab. His partner follows suit, laughing while shoving his comrade the rest of the way.
"Oh, perfect. They're plastered already," Toji notes with disgust. Though this does bode better for his plans. He waits for the men to pay their cab driver and he speeds away, leaving the four huddled from the rain beneath the awning of the shop.
"Sorry we're so late. We couldn't decide what to drink because there were so many options, but I think you'll agree we picked a winner. I just hope Junpei-kun likes it."
Gojo pulls up a long necked bottle from its paper wrapping. It's difficult to read the label at first, being half turned away, but Toji recognizes the soft green shimmer of plum wine with a bitter taste rising in the back of his throat. He glares poisonously at the fair-haired man. They only bought that sweet crap for Junpei to get sloshed easier.
"It's fine," he mutters.
"Shall we head inside? We actually called a reservation for the room ahead of time. It should be waiting for us." Geto opens the front door with a kind smile.
That doesn't set Junpei at ease as he tiptoes past, keeping his grip on Toji as tight as he dared. A shop clerk looks up as the doorbell rings. Seeing the familiar faces of the two men who reserved his largest room, he gives a slight nod in greeting then goes back to his duties. Toji makes sure to shield Junpei from any cameras pointed in their direction. It would come back to bite them all in the ass if anyone saw the boy now and started asking any questions.
The hallway leading to the back rooms is illuminated in warm red light. There are multiple doors along the way, all of them closed. Taking the lead, Gojo pulls a key with a red tassel tied to it from his pocket and unlocks the last door.
"This place is one of the best I've seen. Toji always has such good taste." He glances meaningfully over his shoulder, making it clear he isn't just talking about the location.
Junpei tries to smile politely, hoping his nerves aren't showing too much. He knows he's going to have to talk to these alphas at some point, but his fear of looking foolish is slowly taking over. Other than Toji, he has no experience with men. He's not even sure how to properly flirt, though he's positive that isn't going to matter much tonight.
When Gojo had said he reserved the largest room, Toji had no clue how big it would be. Many of their past exhibitions took place in the back of seedy shops not unlike this one. Most were clean yet cramped for space when it came to fitting four people. This part of Tokyo is clearly more popular. The door opens for the party to step inside, welcomed by more low lighting, this time in soft amber. There's a table and four chairs, complete with a wine bucket and ice. It looks like any other standard lobby or sitting room.
Except for the holes in the wall at the opposite end.
Junpei can see a black cushioned bench reaching all the way through the last hole, this one much larger than the rest, and a door as well. There must be a second room on the other side. He stares, wondering about this design with rapt curiosity. A hand softly touches his shoulder as Geto leans over to whisper into his ear.
"Lovely, isn't it? We'll get to that side soon enough. For now you can sit between us."
It's a command, not an invitation. The dark-haired alpha pulls an extra chair from one side and indicates for the boy to sit beside him. Junpei obeys meekly, casting concerned glances to his own alpha now sitting across from him. Four short crystal glasses are waiting for them. Toji has never needed a drink so badly in his life. He reaches for the wine the moment it hits the table, but Gojo halts him from taking the bottle.
"Hold on. You never poured our drinks in the old days. Besides, I'd rather have a cute bartender if it's all the same to you. Junpei-kun? Will you be so kind?"
The boy nods, trying to appear confident. "I'd be happy to."
"Wonderful." Gojo cracks the seal himself and holds the bottle out for Junpei to take. The omega's fingers are trembling as he grasps it, but he manages to fill the first glass without spilling a drop. Though maybe a bit too much.
"A heavy hand. I like that," Gojo smirks. He slides the almost full glass to Toji. "You can still handle your alcohol, can't you? I remember you having an iron stomach."
Without a word Toji nods and accepts it. The first sip is bitter on his tongue and instantly triggers that painful memory of the last night when he drank with these degenerates. He watches the men take their seats on either side of his omega, purposefully leaning closer to him.
"You can over-pour mine too, Junpei-kun," Geto purrs. "Is it alright if I call you that? I really want to, so you should let me, okay?"
"Um, s-sure. That's fine….. um Suguru-san?" Junpei makes an attempt at being polite just for the sake of habit, but the man only giggles and removes his sunglasses at last, revealing his startling blue eyes.
"Just Suguru is fine. There's little need for formalities tonight. We can take things nice and easy." He slides his empty glass over too, still wearing that secretive smile. "Have you ever partied before, Junpei-kun?"
"I guess not," he admits after a moment to consider, realizing birthday parties probably don't count. He fills each glass the same as the first, save for the last one for himself which he only pours halfway. Unsure of what else to do next, he picks up his drink to keep one of his hands busy and takes a testing sip. It's warm and tartly sour at first, but not terrible overall. He wants to put some of the ice from the bucket in his glass, but when none of the other men seem to mind the room temperature of the wine he says nothing.
"Everyone is so quiet. So nervous," Gojo comments knowingly. The tension in the air is only adding to his mirth. It will certainly make his prize all the more sweeter.
"We need a good laugh to start our evening I think. Junpei-kun. Would you like to hear a dirty joke?" he asks, nudging the omega with an elbow.
"A joke? Um, sure."
Gojo giggles again preemptively as he slides over, crystal blue eyes shining with glee. "Okay. So it starts off with a boy going home after school. He walks into his house and tells his mother, 'Mom, I had sex with my teacher today!' Naturally his mother was quite upset, and scolded him. 'Go to your room and wait for your father to get home, young man!'"
Junpei nods and sips more of his wine nervously as he listens, beginning to feel very strangely about this story. He shifts uncomfortably but tries to appear intrigued.
"When his father gets home and hears about what happened, he goes to his son's room and says, 'Son, I heard you had sex for the first time, and I couldn't be more proud of you. To welcome you into manhood, I want to buy you that new bicycle you've been wanting.' And the kid replies, 'No thanks, Dad. My ass is still really sore!'"
Toji groans at the tastelessness of the punchline. It takes Junpei a second to understand, but when he realizes the context, he snorts and covers his mouth to hide his quite inappropriate laughter.
Gojo's eyes light up. "Did you like that?"
Junpei flinches slightly when he feels a hand slide over his knee. He gulps hard and tries to steady his smile once more as the man's touch grows bolder, lightly sweeping up and down his thigh. A second hand taps him and he peeks up to see Suguru Geto, sharing the same amused expression as his cohort. He pulls the omega's other knee open, effectively spreading the both legs apart beneath the table.
Missing nothing, Toji glares daggers at the men sitting across from him. The boy grimaces as curious fingertips prod into ticklish spots to test his reaction, making him squirm and squeak. The contact doesn't feel bad, but he is very sensitive and can't hold his noises back for long.
"Gah! H-hey! Pl-please don't do that," he whispers.
"Fuck, he's so cute," Geto exalts while watching the boy squirm in place.
His partner couldn't agree more. "How did such a sweet little thing like you get involved with such a stick in the mud?"
Junpei blushes. He's never told anyone the story of how they met.
"H-he rescued me,"
"Rescued? Aww, how sweet. Like a puppy from the pound?" Geto chuckles, petting the omega's head. His thumb quickly discovers the boy's burn scars through his bangs and rubs them pointedly. This of course makes Junpei squirm even more as his old injuries are touched. He feels his ears growing incredibly hot, but thankfully the two men cease their actions enough to let the boy catch his breath and speak.
"No. Not like that," he chokes out. "There were some other boys from my school... Anyway, they used to harass me all the time until Toji-san saved me. Ever since that day they won't even make eye contact with me." He grins up at his savior, glowing with the same gratitude he'd felt, but a warm hand on his inner thigh from Gojo's side of the table makes him jump. The man smiles in an overly exaggerated way.
"How precious! I'm sure you repaid him for saving you right away, didn't you? It couldn't have been easy if that was your first time. I know our friend here is hung like a goddamn mule. Haha!"
"Um... H-he was gentle. And made sure I was comfortable. " Junpei's cheeks are bright pink.
That gets a laugh from both of the alphas. "True, that was always his specialty. It's funny how not much has changed," Geto muses.
Toji can feel the vein at the side of his temple pulsating. He can only imagine what's going on beneath the table, picturing the greedy hands exploring Junpei with his mulled consent. Any alpha would be enraged to see his lover tormented this way so casually, but they revelled in putting on a performance for him. He lost count of how many times they had him as their captive audience, constantly asking him what he thought whenever they'd compliment a girl on her hair or her dress or her tits, all while they were fighting to be the first to make her lose composure with their greedy hands under the table.
Geto trails a curious finger along Junpei's jawline. "So smooth. Do you shave?"
"I-er... no. I don't," he confesses while squirming in place and feeling his face heat up again. He's never grown facial hair.
"Interesting. Do you have hair anywhere on your body?" Geto caresses Junpei's lower lip, his boldness getting the better of him.
"Umm, I….uh…" he can't force himself to answer. The boy tries drinking some more wine to distract him, squeezing his eyes shut to make himself swallow.
A hand slips around his waist as Geto pulls him closer, scooting the boy's chair across the floor. "Too shy to answer? That's alright. I mean, we'll find out soon enough. I do hope you'll loosen up a little by then. Or don't, I don't care. I'm sure we'll have a good time however you act."
He props up his chin on his fist thoughtfully. "By the way… Who among us do you think has the biggest cock?"
"Hm?!" Junpei startles, almost spilling his glass. What a lewd question! How is he supposed to reply to that? He blushes as he realizes if the alpha is asking such a thing, he must know the answer. That thought sticks like a pin into his brain.
"Go on. I want to hear your guess," Geto insists again.
"Umm… Is it… T-Toji-san?" Junpei finally croaks in a small voice.
The men on either side of him burst into raucous laughter once more. Gojo leans in to crowd the boy's space with his comrade. "You're right! Though it's a little obvious, isn't it? He's bigger than both of us in just about every way. No one could quite make a girl moan like he could. Hahaha!"
Junpei shrinks down between his shoulders, all traces of amusement vanishing from his face. He brings his drink to his lips again, swallowing down the room temperature wine eagerly. The sharpness of the taste is a welcome distraction from his jealousy. There's a light tap on his shoe. His eyes meet Toji's and another tap of the alpha's foot follows along with a soft sympathetic shift in his alpha's eyes. Junpei attempts a weak smile, but the tremble in his chin gives him away. Toji can't possibly hate himself more than he does right now. If this was punishment for his past sins with him alone taking the humiliation he could bear it, but seeing Junpei on the verge of tears is too much. These fucking assholes… He'd love to smash their teeth in just like he did to that teen punk months ago.
"Why don't we play a game?" he suggests instead.
"Oh! A drinking game you mean?" Gojo asks, perking up at once.
"Let's play Paranoia. That one was always plenty of fun," Geto suggests. "It's easy and one of the few we don't need any fucking cards to play."
"What are the rules?" Junpei asks curiously.
"It's a storytelling game. We each go around in a circle, saying one random fact we know about anyone here. If somebody wants to know who the secret is about, they have to take a drink to have the answer revealed to them. If everyone drinks, we all get to hear. If not, then the one who drinks gets the answer whispered to them. There's no real winner. The object of the game is just to drink and get to know each other." Geto explains
"Oh. Okay." Again what choice does the omega have? He was told to do whatever makes these men happy. Maybe it will be fun.
"I'll start!" Gojo slams his hand on the table demandingly.
"Someone here is rolling on ecstasy!" he nearly moans while grabbing both sides of his face.
Geto frowns while shaking his head. "You are truly the worst at keeping secrets."
Poor Junpei has no clue what this means and looks immediately confused. "What? What is rolling?"
The blue-eyed alpha turns and squeezes the boy's face in both hands, squishing his plush cheeks in admiration. "God, you are so innocent! I can't tell you the answer yet though. If you want to know, you have to drink."
Unsure of what to do, Junpei looks to his alpha for guidance but the stern look on the man's face is telling him nothing useful. He sighs and decides not to drink. Whatever is going to happen tonight is far out of his control anyway. Maybe a little mystery will be alright. No one else moves to take a drink either.
"Seriously? Nobody? Ugh, you guys are boring!" Gojo whines, sinking into his seat and balancing backward on the rear legs.
Unnerved by the following silence, Junpei wonders aloud, "Should I go next?"
"That depends… Do you have anything fun to share with us?" Geto sips his wine preemptively.
He thinks long and hard. What would these men consider interesting? They most likely know Toji's old habits, so it would have to be something unexpected.
"Somebody cried while watching Terminator 2," he announces.
Chair legs hit the floor loudly as both alphas lean forward. "What? Cried? As in 'boo hoo I want mommy?' Did the cyborgs scare you or something?"
"You'll have to drink to find out," Junpei challenges with a tiny smirk. At least he came up with something good.
"Haha! Damn, the kid is a quick learner. I definitely want to hear this," Gojo relents, taking a long drink.
Equally intrigued, his partner does the same and the two stare expectantly at the boy between them. Junpei hesitates a bit longer to reveal the answer, but Toji merely gives a small nod and drinks from his glass as well. There are much worse things at stake tonight than his precious manhood.
"It was Toji. We watched it together and he cried when the T-101 model died," Junpei confirms.
The two other alphas lose their heads. That imagined spectacle of the big oaf blubbering over an action flick is just too much.
"HAHAHA! That's hysterical! You always said you hated that movie! Now we know why you never wanted to watch it with us," Gojo wheezes while doubling over in hysterics.
"Whatever," Toji shrugs, unaffected by any personal digs at the moment. His expression remains hard to read. He hates seeing his omega pinned between these two creeps, pulling him in on their jokes at his expense. He finishes the last swallow of his wine and pushes the glass toward Junpei to fill it again. The dipping sway to the boy's wrist as he pours is a heavy indicator that he's already buzzed. Toji reminds himself that this is a good thing. His main concern is his young omega's comfort. Besides, it's impossible not to return the apologetic smile Junpei offers.
Geto strokes his chin before beginning his turn, The devious twinkle in his eyes has been growing by the second. "I believe I've got a good one…. "
Sensing malicious intent, Toji freezes preemptively. He can hear his own breathing quicken with anticipation.
At last Geto speaks again, a lascivious grin creeping by the second. "Someone here… really enjoys going last during group sex."
Junpei grimaces. Why would he say something like that? Quickly attempting to hide his disgust, he weakly laughs while toying with his glass. Toji burns silently in his seat with his fists balling up tightly. No one moves or says a word. Unable to stand the impending silence any longer, Junpei puts on a brave face and takes a long drink. He hears a sharp inhale from across the table but refuses to look up.
Satisfied that the boy alone is interested in the answer, Geto leans over to brush away Junpei's hair from his neck and puts his lips close to his ear, keeping his voice in a low whisper. "Toji used to let us screw all of his little girlfriends raw. We'd always finish inside. He would insist on it so that he would fuck them last. That's how dirty he liked it. Truly disgusting behavior, isn't it?"
Junpei can feel his contempt snowballing. He'd been warned that this man would be especially cruel, but he was unprepared for this kind of devastation. But... How could his alpha take part in something like that? He was Junpei's savior, his white knight. Imagining him with anyone else is too painful to think about, let alone picturing him participating in such debauchery. He's positive that if he only raised his head, Toji's expression would offer the apology he needs. The unspoken excuses in his eyes would say that he'd been a different man back then, and of course Junpei could find himself to forgive him.
So he doesn't look up.
Instead he does the opposite of what his instincts are telling him, swallowing that sharp pang of jealousy as he turns to Geto with a painted-on smile. "I think… That sounds like alot of fun."
He seals the gap between them, kissing Geto deliberately. If Toji really enjoys watching his partners get fucked so damn much, maybe this will excite him. Though he doesn't particularly care right now if it pisses his alpha off either.
At once his own alpha is incensed with rage. "What the fuck?!"
This only sends Gojo into a fit of hysterics. "Hahaha! Temper, temper, Toji-san! You can't be selfish when we're all having a taste tonight."
Wrapping his arm around the boy's neck, he pulls him over to his side of the table. He doesn't wait for verbal consent, leaning in much too eagerly for Junpei to anticipate. Gojo's lips are softer than his comrade's and the older man finds great enjoyment in keeping his eyes locked with Toji while taking full advantage of Junpei's relaxed mouth. The omega makes a sound that could almost be a protest, but he doesn't fight back as a soft tongue swipes past his own. He feels something small and round being pushed between his lips, leaving bitter traces of something unrecognizable. He swallows it before realizing what he'd done. Once the kiss ends, Junpei immediately takes another drink of wine to chase away the taste.
The blue-eyed alpha strokes Junpei's cheek with the back of his hand. "Aw, you're already blushing from one little kiss? That's so sweet, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves. We still have a game to play and it's Toji-san's turn."
Junpei manages to drag his attention up to meet Toji's gaze, finding the angry expression he expected to receive strangely absent. Instead his alpha seems disconnected, staring back with regret and defeat. What could he possibly say now to fix all of this? It's clear that Geto and Gojo want to torment them both, honing in on Junpei's insecurity and his own shame. He gulps down the lump in his throat, hoping what he has to say will make any difference.
"One of us had his first relationship with a man who was twice his age. It's affected many of his choices in life."
No one speaks until the silence is interrupted by a dismissive noise from Gojo. His wine sloshes in his hand as he points an accusing finger. "What kind of a wasted turn is that? The only one here half our age is Junpei-kun. It's not hard to figure that out."
Even Geto looks disappointed. But not Junpei…
The omega remembers the time he once asked Toji how old he was. After hours of pestering and a quick snoop through his wallet, he finally learned that his lover is a whopping 38. More than twice his age… Which means Toji isn't talking about Junpei.
Is he talking about himself?
Vicing his lower lip between his teeth, Junpei's jaw clenches in agitation. Why is Toji trying to open up now? Here of all places? There were countless nights when Junpei asked him politely about his past and he was never given detailed responses. His stone-faced alpha would grunt that he hated talking about his past, then tug the boy into his lap, usually finding something or other to stuff his curious mouth with to end his questions.
Gojo sighs loudly. "I don't think anyone is biting, so I'll be taking my turn. Let's see….."
His eyes twinkle mischievously. There's something he's been dying to reveal ever since the moment the game started. "One of us here… is a father."
Again the floor feels ripped out from under Junpei's feet. He can feel himself sinking deeper into whatever trap these two men were deliberately laying for him. All he can manage aloud is a single soft "oh?" of feigned curiosity.
Satoru Gojo's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he continues. "Actually… he'd probably be around your age now, Junpei-kun."
"That's… really interesting," he mumbles.
He doesn't need to hear it said out loud, but nonetheless Junpei's hand brings his glass to his lips and he drinks much more than needed, noticing the taste is becoming much sweeter now. He empties the glass and plunks it down loudly.
"Why don't you go ahead and tell everyone. I'm sure I'm the only one who doesn't know!" he snaps.
Gojo reveals the answer with childlike eagerness. "It's Toji again! Father of the year, right? Maybe that's why he likes you so much, Junpei-kun. You're like his second chance or something in a way."
The silent man on the other side of the table lowers his head. In Toji's mind he's digging two holes next to each other, imagining the separate heavy thuds of two bodies flopping into the earth. In reality there's nothing he can say to defend himself. He's never tried to put on heirs with Junpei that he was a great guy by any means, but there were things he never wanted to think of again. His family was part of his past for a reason.
Junpei sits quietly, digesting this new information without expression. They were trying to shock him, but the effects of the drink in his hand are strangely softening the blows. What else could there possibly be to tell? He's positive he doesn't want to know, already reaching for the bottle again.
"Nothing to say to that?" Gojo asks sweetly, tucking the omega's stray bangs behind his ear.
"I guess not," Junpei shrugs as he continues to pour.
"Ah, well. They can't all be interesting I suppose. Why don't you take your turn then?"
Junpei's face turns crimson. How is he supposed to take his turn after hearing a conversation bomb like that? Toji has a son. Does he live in the same city? What if it's someone he goes to school with? He can't recall if he's ever met someone with the same last name as Toji, but what if he did and just forgot?
His eyes are burning. With a deep inhale he wills his angry tears back, refusing to cry and have someone mistake it for sadness. He's furious. Of all the secrets to keep from him….. Why-?!
"Thank you for telling me. I'm sure no one else would have bothered." he whispers pointedly, watching as his alpha stares despondently at his own scarred hands. There are no words to defend himself. These men are probably doing them a favor by telling all of the horrific secrets he'd been too weak to expose. Toji is aware that he deserves to be alone.
"Your turn, Junpei-kun. Please try to thrill us." Gojo encourages with a pretend bored sigh. He thought for sure that wiuld get a rise out of their old friend. This lack of reaction is truly a disappointment.
Ignoring his alpha's crisis across from him, the boy leans alternately between the two men on his side of the table. He wants to think of something equally as shocking. If only to let these assholes know they weren't the only ones with big secrets.
"Someone here… doesn't have a dick."
There's another heavy silence, and Junpei swears he can hear the gears in their heads clicking into place.
"Wait….So then, you must be talking about yourself? Right?" Geto clarifies, looking over the boy next to him with new interest.
His comrade is much less tactful. Ignoring the rules of their game, he cups Junpei's breast through his shirt to feel for himself. The omega barely flinches. He expected this sort of reaction.
"Wow! You really had me fooled. You're so full of surprises," gushes a suddenly horny Gojo. He squeezes slowly, rubbing his nose into the side of Junpei's face. "They're nice!"
"I want to feel too," Geto insists. His fingers pinch through the cotton, searching to find a sensitive nipple and make the omega whine. Both men take their time spreading his breasts apart just to watch them fall back into place beneath the light fabric, making lewd comments to one another as if no one else were there.
"So bouncy. How were they hiding underneath this shirt?"
"Sensitive too! I can't wait to suck on them and hear the noises he makes."
"Ah!" Junpei cries out as both of his nipples are pulled in opposite directions. He clenches his hands between his knees, trying not to resist what's being done to him. Gritting his teeth, he handles the pain dutifully without crying out again. After the initial pinching pressure, the tension fades into a surprising pleasant twinge that nearly makes his toes curl. A breathless sigh escapes him and he leans back in his chair. He doesn't want to admit it, but they're making him feel good.
"So submissive. It'll be fun testing that," Geto mutters dreamily, his voice dripping with dark promise. Mercifully he relents his touch for now, letting the boy catch his breath and regain composure, draining his glass as an afterthought and holding it out for Junpei to refill.
But only a trickle flows from the bottle neck. "Oh. It's empty," the boy whispers.
Geto pretends to be disappointed and pouts his lower lip. "Aw. Too bad. I guess that was the last round of our game."
"I think Junpei-kun should be crowned our winner. He sure surprised me the most!" Gojo's hungry touch slides up the boy's thigh again, reaching between his legs boldly.
"Ah!" The omega stumbles to his feet, sending his chair flying back, but both men easily keep him in place with one hand on each of his trembling shoulders.
"Don't worry! You even get a prize. You get to kiss your alpha, Junpei-kun!"
He's brought around the table and lightly shoved forward until he stumbles into Toji, who mercifully catches him right away.
"Are you alright? You're pretty drunk," he asks.
" 'm fine, thanks" Junpei sighs while climbing onto his lap, wrapping both arms around Toji's neck. He's hiding his face despite his body's natural reaction to cling to the man he's trusted until tonight.
Toji embraces his omega, whispering in a voice low enough for only them to hear. "Junpei… you should know… someone loves you. Very much"
He grunts as small fingernails dig into his skin.
"Really? You're saying that to me now?!" Junpei demands in a bitter quivering voice. He should be overjoyed at hearing those words for the first time, but he isn't.
"Yes. I am." Toji insists again. A large but trembling hand secures itself around the boy's waist. He wishes he could have said it under much different circumstances. This memory isn't going to feel very sweet or special for either of them, but he can't let this happen without saying something meaningful.
"Don't be shy now, Toji-san. Give him a kiss. You may not want him anymore after we're through," Geto chuckles with amusement.
Toji hugs his omega closer, glaring over his shoulder at the two men leering and hovering like vultures. "Don't listen to them, Junpei. No matter what happens, we're going to be alright. Nothing they can do is going to change anything between us."
His kiss is searing on the boy's lips. He's more vulnerable now than he's ever allowed himself to be with his jealousy eating him alive. When Junpei bites his lower lip in response, he gasps through the pain and only pulls back once released. He tells himself that he's been let off easily. Junpei's chin is quivering and his eyes are drowned in unspilled tears.
"Everything is going to be okay. You're my good boy," Toji reminds him, cupping his omega's cheek one last time.
"How sentimental. Come on, Junpei-kun. You can be our good boy too," Gojo croons softly as he takes him gingerly by the arm and leads him toward the door on the other side of the room.
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To Be Continued…
