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Sukuna wasn't an alpha who boasted about his conquests. Well, that would be a lie if those words came from his mouth.
Because he loved to boast about his conquests, the wars he won, the heads he ripped off and devoured, and especially his greatest achievements.
Her husband and concubines , each omega was arranged in his own peculiar yet special way. The enormous alpha would never dare repeat such an achievement, assembling his pack.
Sukuna smiled at the mere memory of past events; he sat on his futon in his own room, smoking the purest tobacco that Uraume had prepared.
Even though the cigar was just the way she liked it, she missed the way her husband made it; it seemed better when made by the dark-haired omega's hands, but Sukuna would never admit that to any of her companions, as it would demonstrate weakness and attachment.
But still, Sukuna exhaled the smoke from his mouth, the smoke mingling with the darkness of the night, the moon illuminating half of his quarters, the alpha couldn't help but feel bored, his omegas were probably asleep, it was curfew.
And with that, Sukuna can't help but remember how he met his companions. Suguru Geto was the first.
The omega was from the Geto family, from her former "enemy," Kenjaku, who was also her husband's brother. He was the alpha of the clan, a damned religious fanatic who coldly murdered his own parents, leaving only himself and his brother alive, and who consequently got involved in fights and battles that he couldn't win. One of these, and the last, was with Sukuna—which obviously ended in a bloodbath, and obviously in the conquest of Suguru, his incredibly skilled omega.
You didn't see many curse masters back then, even less so one of them being an omega. Damn, Sukuna still remembered how Suguru looked like a bitch when he swallowed those insolent curse spheres, just like he did with his balls. Sukuna took another drag on his cigar at the mere memory, his pheromones already shifting slightly; it had been a while since he'd properly visited him.
Well, what could he do? He had many tasks, many things to kill or destroy, like clans of idiotic sorcerers, or curses that wanted to ascend in that place that already had an owner. Sukuna Ryomen.
Ah, Sukuna stood up and walked to the opening in his room, the place where the moon flooded his chambers, and the alpha saw a small head of white hair walking slowly. Satoru was awake, his other conquest. A son of the Gojo clan, an omega who lived as a sorcerer until he was 18.
The alpha grinned mockingly; perhaps Satoru had been the most difficult mate to win over, a small rebel and an equally powerful omega, who had challenged him at such a young age and yet still inflicted deep scars on Sukuna. But still, he was made a small trophy in his enormous mansion, his first concubine, plucked from the jujutsu society and now living a relatively peaceful and spoiled life like all his companions.
Sukuna quickly exhaled the smoke from his stomach, noticing that almost all the lights in his omegas' rooms were on, except for Satoru's, who was slowly making his way to Suguru's room. Those two omegas were always together, swearing that Sukuna didn't know what happened when they were alone—well, he didn't mind that his most depraved and powerful omegas rubbed against each other away from his presence; one day Sukuna longed to see the sight they always shared.
But then his four eyes landed on Nanami's room. Normally, the man went to bed early to wake up early and do his work—even though Sukuna growled, saying that it wasn't work for one of his companions to do. But the omega was good at what he did, and in recent years, Sukuna had ended up giving in to his wishes. Sukuna would say that Nanami was a quick conquest, thrown into his territory through an arranged agreement. Sukuna remembers sleeping with the blond omega only a few times, but those times were still excellent.
However, they didn't speak more than necessary; Nanami was also attached to Suguru. In fact, her husband was the one who most helped the concubines adapt to the mansion. Everyone loved and adored Suguru, and Sukuna could have been included among them if he didn't have an honor to uphold. Pride was the most rotten poison that ever existed.
Sukuna grabbed the now unlit cigar; he had become too distracted by the memory of his older companions. He had neglected them somewhat lately to focus his attention on his two new omegas, two young sorcerers as well, but much gentler than Satoru, and one of them being his nephew—a nephew he didn't consider a nephew, because, for Sukuna, his brother had died the moment he abandoned him and their father.
So mere gestures like that didn't affect Sukuna in relation to Yuuji Itadori; the boy was a mirror image of himself, but still weak, an omega who would unfold and purr at the slightest touch of affection; the boy had a claw that hadn't yet been awakened.
Just like young Megumi Fushiguro, son of the renegade Zenin clan member Toji Fushiguro, who sold him to Sukuna for slave-like wages just to feed his forbidden vices of gambling and who knows what else. Sukuna wasn't interested in the story the dark-haired omega was telling; he had more interesting things to do now. All his companions didn't have to worry about the trivialities of the past; they should only focus on themselves and on Sukuna, the alpha and the aberration who gave them lives like true emperors.
Those two were real pests , always fighting in the huge courtyard, always bruised and dirty, but still beautiful, like all the others who sometimes participated in these little fights and consequently made the younger ones even more admiring. Sukuna had already had the honor of seeing his Satoru, Suguru, and Nanami fight each other, but never truly hurting each other. The two with light hair avoided getting too close to the dark-haired boy, and Sukuna suspected the reason—after all, nothing could be completely hidden from him.
Sukuna returned to his own room, placing the unlit cigar on his counter and putting on his shoes. Without haste, he closed the balcony door and walked towards Suguru's quarters—even though the alpha hadn't visited him in recent weeks, the omega rested in the room almost next to his own. And his scent had become increasingly sweet, more fragile, as if he needed affection.
As soon as he arrived at the door of Suguru's quarters, he heard low giggles, and he couldn't help but start to smile. Satoru and Suguru were a truly inseparable pair; the alpha prayed that Megumi and Itadori acted that way too.
With three knocks on the door, Sukuna entered the room, causing the two to stop laughing for a moment, but soon Satoru smiled and ran to hug him from one side. The omega with the Six Eyes seemed tiny beside him, so thin and small that he barely touched Sukuna's chest, who simply ruffled the omega's hair and looked at Suguru, who had a slight smile on his lips and both hands above his stomach.
The pheromones of the two omegas were mixed into one, causing Sukuna to frown at the peculiar and new scent that filled the air. Satoru quickly disentangled himself from Sukuna's arms and snuggled back into Suguru, who purred softly as a sign of affection.
"What brings our lord here to my chambers at this hour of the night?" Suguru asked in a calm voice, his gaze fixed solely on Sukuna, who closed her eyes shyly. But she quickly returned her gaze to the two omegas before her.
"Can't I know what my companions are up to?" Sukuna asked, his voice much deeper than expected. Seeing that the two men in front of him shuddered at the mere look on their expressions, the alpha smiled slightly and sat down on the ground in front of the two, who were still examining him. The taller man gave a slight smile and crossed the pair of rings under his arms.
"We were just commenting on the young people who arrived and the weather, my lord ," Satoru purred as the little bitch lay down in Geto's lap, who blushed slightly as he looked directly at Sukuna awkwardly. "Perhaps you finally remembered that you had other omegas to take care of?" Satoru's ironic tone did not go unnoticed by the alpha, who merely clenched his jaw and looked away from Suguru, staring at the white-haired man.
"Has my absence been so great that your respect for your alpha has vanished?" Sukuna didn't bother to actually scold him. He was weak in relation to his husbands, he was foolish and fragile with them, allowing himself to be a living person, with repressed emotions, at least once.
And then Sukuna noticed Gojo's big blue eyes welling up slightly with the little drama he always caused.
"Did you see, Suguru?! I told you he'd treat us like this!" The omega whimpered in his lap, rolling around hilariously, which made Sukuna raise an eyebrow at the dark-haired omega whose face was a faint red, as if he were holding back laughter. Sukuna hated these moments when omegas had things hidden from him.
"Satoru, please ," Suguru pleaded, laughing softly, and quickly hid the smile on his lips with the sleeve of his kimono.
Sukuna clenched his teeth and rolled his eyes; his displeasure was immense, and those two knew it affected him horribly. He could barely disguise the stench his pheromones were causing in the air—the smell of jealousy.
And that didn't go unnoticed by the two omegas, because Geto immediately stood up and walked towards Sukuna, even though the alpha was sitting down, he was almost Suguru's size, and then the dark-haired man, with a slight pleading look in his eyes, sat on Sukuna's lap, bringing his small, cold hands to his face.
"Don't worry, dear husband, we were just kidding. I promise I'll make Satoru behave," Suguru kissed Sukuna's cheek lightly and smiled as he turned towards Gojo, who had a huge pout on his lips, sulking at being left out, and ran to sit on Sukuna's other thigh. Sukuna grumbled and placed his large hand on the white-haired omega's slender hip.
"You two are pests, you know that?" Sukuna growled, sniffing Satoru's neck, who chuckled back, only being held back by the alpha. Suguru smiled as he felt one of Sukuna's hands on his belly and couldn't help but purr.
The moment was already perfect for Sukuna, with two of his five omegas perfuming him and letting him pet them, until his superhuman nose caught three more scents, two driven by curiosity and the other by exhaustion—the door soon opened, revealing Nanami with her eyes downcast and without her glasses, and two more heads of hair behind her. Itadori was under Nanami's left arm, his cheeks red and slightly puffed up, and Megumi was under the right arm of the older blond omega; the brat looked redder than a tomato.
The two younger omegas seemed jealous of not being together in Suguru's nest, and Nanami, the poor thing, seemed exhausted from work, but allowed himself to rest in the scent of his companions.
"Why are you two here alone without us?!" Yuuji asked, now stepping out from under Nanami's arms and pulling Megumi along with him, who muttered something about " idiot boy ," making Sukuna laugh hoarsely.
"For God's sake, don't shout !" Nanami muttered softly as she slipped between the younger ones and settled between Sukuna's legs, keeping Satoru and Suguru company.
"Don't be naughty children and come to your master," Sukuna said in a soft voice as he extended one of his hands for the younger omegas to approach shyly—Megumi's part—and also in a rebellious and bold way—Yuuji didn't really fear him, but Sukuna liked him nonetheless.
And soon the five omegas were scattered across his body, fast asleep. Sukuna couldn't help but smile and sniff his enormous pack, then he smelled Suguru's hair and placed a kiss on it.
He could sense three more energies in that room, and Sukuna could hardly wait to see the faces of his cubs and the...
And there were more to come in the future. And Sukuna allowed himself to rest, embraced by his companions for the first time in years…