Megumi woke up. It was warm. 

He was wrapped in Gojo's arms, nestled against his body. They were in Megumi's bed, covered in a pink blanket. 

Gojo smelled good. He always smelled good. What was his scent called? He knew Gojo used perfume, or maybe it was called cologne. He'll ask have to ask Gojo about it later. If Gojo decides to tell him, that is. 

Megumi tried to escape Gojo's arms and get up but he just pulled him back down again. "I didn't say you could get up yet, did I Megumi?"

"No." Megumi rests his head against Gojo's shoulder. They were lying right beside each other, chest to chest, on their side. 

Megumi felt pangs of pain along his neck and inner thighs, where Gojo left bruises and bite marks. His nipples were throbbing from being pinched so much the night before. 

Megumi's head ached too. He felt dizzy from being so warm and having to breathe in Gojo's scent. Despite smelling good it was overpowering. 

"I don't have anything to do today, so we can spend all day together. Isn't that great Megumi?" Gojo said. 

"Yeah." Megumi agreed. But inside he felt a sense of dread and fear. Maybe today's the day he'll kill me, Megumi thought. He'll kill me in the morning, then hide my body in the afternoon. Would he even need to hide my body if no one even knows I exist? 

Megumi closed his eyes. Wait that was wrong. Someone out there knows I exist. Those two people, besides Gojo. They know. Unless they don't remember me. 

Please remember me, Megumi silently pleaded to himself. 

In a few days Megumi's 15th birthday will come. So it's been about 7 years since he last saw them. 7 years since he had freedom. He had too much freedom back then, but at least he had it. Now he has nothing. 

The blanket covering him, his room, his clothes, the makeup that got smudged off his face last night during his play sessions with Gojo. He doesn't own any of it. All of it belongs to Gojo. Megumi belongs to Gojo. Everything belongs to Gojo. 

Maybe even before he was sold, he belonged to Gojo. 'You were made exactly the way I wanted you to be,' Gojo had said back then. 'Even before you were born, you were made for me.'

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Gojo was making breakfast. He didn't usually cook, but Gojo had told Megumi he wanted to spoil him today. 

"Oh wait, you need to lose 5 pounds right? No food for you then. More for me~" He hummed a melody to himself as he fried some eggs. 

Megumi sat at the kitchen table watching him cook from behind. Megumi was wearing a light blue princess dress that exposed most of his arm and collarbone, with white laced socks and a white bow in his hair. He also wasn't wearing any underwear, and had a butt plug with a fox tail shoved up his ass. Gojo liked it that way, so he could take Megumi at any time. 

"Gojo...." Megumi began. "Are you going to kill me? I want to die."

Gojo stilled. He sat his spatula down and made his way over to Megumi. He leaned down.

"Of course not Megumi, you're so silly." He squished Megumi's cheeks. "Didn't I tell you, you're the only one I have? And I'm the only one you have."

Then Megumi recalled something. A distant memory. A silhouette of two people appeared in his mind. "But don't I have those two? The people I was with, before I came here."

Then Megumi realized he was an idiot. But he realized it too late. 

"Oya, do you plan on running away? Escaping this house while I'm not here and running off to them." Gojo towered over Megumi. Megumi was tiny, his skinny self sitting in a chair looking up at Gojo who was 6'3 and had a strong, muscular body. It wouldn't take a lot for Gojo to break Megumi. Hell anyone could probably break Megumi, his body strength was basically non-existent.

Gojo grabbed Megumi's chin, staring into his emerald green eyes. "Because I can assure you that they don't want you, no one wants you. No one except me."

Gojo let go of his chin and went back to the stove to resume cooking. "You should be grateful Megumi. You get to live in this nice house, have a warm bed, eat expensive food, wear pretty dresses. Far better than the life you were living before right?"

Gojo flipped an egg. From what Megumi could see, it landed perfectly on the frying pan. "In fact people would kill to be in your position. I'm quite sought after you know? Since I'm so handsome and kind. Meanwhile you want to die. Where's the logic in that, hm? I thought you were smarter than that Megumi. I remember your dad called you a child prodigy back then."

Child Prodigy. Dad. Sister. An apartment. 

Gojo chuckled. "Well it's okay. Even if you're stupid I'll still love you. I'll always love you, and you know that. Now say it back."

"......I love you too Gojo. I love you more than anyone else in the world. More than anything else in the world. You are everything to me." Megumi recited his lines. 

Gojo turned back and smiled. "I love hearing you say that. You're such a good boy, Megumi."

Gojo ate breakfast while Megumi sat across the table, watching him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. 

"Mmm I'm a good cook aren't I? Too bad you can't eat any of this Megumi." He reached over and held Megumi's cheek. Megumi snuggled against it instinctively. "Don't worry, I'm sure you can lose the 5 pounds in no time. At least you can still fit into your princess dress." Gojo continued eating. 

While Gojo ate, Megumi's mind wandered off. Trying to recall his memories from back then. An apartment. Dad. Sister. Money. Freedom. 

He remembered his dad being absent most of the time. He would come back occasionally, to check up on them, see if he and Tsumiki were still alive. And then he would leave for long, long periods of time. 

Back then, it really was just him and Tsumiki. They barely had any money, living together in their shabby, run down apartment. Sometimes they would have no electricity, a lot of times they had nothing to eat. The landlord even threatened to evict them at times. But the landlord never cared whether they were in school or not. Because their dad never enrolled them. So it was just the two of them, that mini family they had together. 

They could do anything they wanted. They could probably even go to a new city as long as they were back when their dad came home. But they would never risk it, since their dad would hunt them down if they ever escaped, as he said in his own words. 

It was the two of them, living life carefree and happy.....well as happy as two broke and near starving kids without real parents could possibly live. Maybe there was a third figure, Megumi tried to remember. He tried to rattle his brain but the memories wouldn't come up.

And then he got sold. He remembered when it happened. It was just like any other day until that moment. A tall, silver haired man came to their apartment and said that he bought Megumi, that Megumi belonged to him. But not Tsumiki, he only wanted Megumi. The man told Megumi that their dad could use the money he bought with Megumi to take care of Tsumiki. She wouldn't be hungry anymore. 

That isn't a bad deal, Megumi thought at the time. I'll be separated from Tsumiki, but at least she'll be okay now, probably. She won't be hungry anymore. Besides, what's the worse that could happen?

Maybe his dad really was wrong about the child prodigy thing. Because even back then Megumi was stupid. 

What's the worst that could happen? Megumi remembered his thoughts from before.

This. This is the worst that could happen. Because now I want to die. 

"Megumi are you just going to sit there?" Gojo's words snapped Megumi back to reality. "Because you need to clean the dishes. They aren't going to clean themselves you know~" 

"Mmm." Megumi responded. He got up from his seat and made his way over to the kitchen sink. Before he could grab a dish, Gojo wrapped his arm around Megumi's waist and carried him back to Megumi's bedroom. 

"On second thought the dishes can wait, they're not going anywhere after all." Gojo laughed to himself at his unfunny joke. "Right now I want to have my dessert." Gojo licked his lips and threw Megumi on the bed, his back hitting the mattress as he fell. 

"Oh wait, you're not supposed to eat dessert after breakfast are you?" Gojo asked. There was silence on Megumi's part. "Oh well, I can do whatever I want." He grinned. "Time to dig in."

If only he would just kill me instead.