Nanami dubiously slides his back down against the door, lethargically engrossed. Huddled over his restless hands disarrange hair as his hollow eyes fix to nothing; ashamed for having falling victim to the bond.
This ignoble thirst for Elska is currently driving him mad and it's simultaneously generating the guilt he harbors for even having these feelings.
'I wanted to…', he thinks to himself as he rummages through the newly added unwanted fantasies within his mind.
He wanted to pounce, invade...to own her.
The memory alone coerces the red glow to manifest from his eyes.
In a sentient moment of rage, Kento begins clawing at his illuminating orbs after heeding the way they reflect off his clothes. It bothers him so deeply; the fact that he feels like a passenger in his own body, his own mind.
It seems akin to literally losing control or perhaps a variation of what he's read about locked-in syndrome.
Nanami regrettably thinks about Elska in the dress; the way her little breasts would look falling out of it or her scent and how sweet is would smell mixed with his sweat.
Elska's eyes. His novel nature compels him to imagine how charming and wide they'd appear while he filled her throat, involuntarily shivering with enjoyment over their forsaken act.
"Fuck…", he resentfully loathes under his breath as his pants tighten realizing that it can't even be helped; the very thought of her now riles him.
"Not her…not Oda.", he mumbles to himself in a harsh voice, "I've never even remotely felt that way about her!", exhausted tears streaming down his face.
In all honesty, Nanami's eyes may have possibly wandered over to Oda a time or two before, but those were moments of curiosity or accident. Elska has always been Gojo's girl and as per bro-code that means off limits but further even beyond that and regardless of his own past, her promiscuity and openness with sexual relations is something that Kento observes through a lens of repugnance.
Shoko opens her eyes and blinks a few times before they focus to the familiar, daunting ceiling. Her heart shocks to a stop, fear cascading over her body as she recognizes the room.
Theroom.
Her whole life changed in this shitty little 8×8 box.
She continues to remember until she hears soft incoherent noises from the doorway and instantly, her eyes unfasten.
Kento.
She's not sure if this is a dream or reality but all she can focus on is the flash memory of the attempted bonding. Ieiri has never seen Nanami of all people cry before so as she panics she's finds herself in the purgatorial stagnant fear why wondering, 'Is it really not over yet?' When he pounds an angered fist into the floor, she gasps and timidly balls up against the headboard with uncertainty.
Nanami's eyes snap up forcing them to stare at each other for a few unsavory seconds, neither knowing what the other will do. Naturally, Kento's lips part and he reaches out a hand in lieu of words he would never even know how to begin constructing. He's too far to actually reach her but Shoko still jerks away apprehensively, geminatly shattering his heart.
'She's fucking terrified of me…', he realizes all at once, leading him to lower his head again to boil in the sin of his actions, 'I guess I deserve this...' He's reminded of what he did to her while he was frenzied and it brands his existence.
Shoko notices his mannerisms and is now far more confused than when she woke up. After finally breathing again, she loses some hypertonicity and covers her face during a much-needed relief filled sigh.
"Oh Kento…", she gasps, tears welling in her eyes after deducing that their hellish nightmare was indeed over.
"Kento…come here, please."
Nanami wipes his eyes but stays huddled on the floor. Tucking his face back towards the ground with his arms resting around on his knees his broken, nearly non-existing voice tells her, "How can you say that? I want to Ieiri, but I don't deserve to."
Shoko chokes out, "No sweetie...please, don't think that way. It wasn't your fault!", through her emotions while maneuvering out of the bed. She stumbles at first with declined balance but braces herself along the mattress and uses it to slowly cruise in his direction. As she takes the last few steps, he scoots away and falls deeper into his heartache but she refuses to allow him to wallow in these imponderables.
It's true, he scared theshit out of her. It's true, he invasively hurt her when he was in that state. It's also true however, that she loves him and would do whatever she could to ensure his understanding of that. It's unconditional.
Nanami sobs aloud when her delicate fingers can be felt rubbing up his back. She doesn't try to force him but rather gives him time to ease into her comforting, which is completely necessary. It's everything for him though, she, Ieiri, is everything.
He knows what he did though, to her, to Elska, and this unruly calamity blusters through his soul while Ieiri's gentle touch defies to create tranquility.
'Does she know about Oda? How do I tell her? She needs to know…', but how does he go about such tragic disclosure?
Shoko climbs onto his legs, making him straighten his knees. Lifting his chin, she grazes her fingertips along his cheek as his vacillating eyes water and stare up into her own.
"Kento?", she calls to him while combing through his unusually messy hair, "This is a very…", her lips briefly tremble, "...impossible situation but I need you to remember something for me. You are still the man I love and the one I want to be with. That hasn't changed..."
Nanami leans his head into her touch and intuitively pacifies but wishes to hide his quivering expression. He doesn't understand her loyalty, her trust or care but she brings him such serenity, sanity, reason; all things he feared incapable of ever conceptualizing again. When their lips gently meet, his brow angles and a soft, unguarded moan escapes him in the form of her name.
This is where he's supposed to be, with her. With Ieiri.
It feels audacious but Nanami dares to notice how everything is slowly beginning to make sense again, all thanks to her. His arms habitually wrap around and pull Shoko in closer. She is not his master but she's the one that feels right as thankfully, Elska couldn't be farther from his thoughts.
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Satoru has been enjoying this taunting conference as he always loves pushing buttons. He's doing his best to make Genghis fumble for the sake of exposing whatever the fuck the Titer is hiding.
Ever since Gojo heard about Temujin's grand scheme for Elska and her army, Satoru suspected there was far more than meets the six-eyes. The others may disagree but he acknowledges how the Titer's plan seems to be infallible but in the same way, it seems disproportionatelyperfect.
-Let your plan be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt-
'Yeah…', Gojo allows this quote to dance in his mind while it narrows his view with distrust, 'This cunt is afraid of something...of me figuring shit out...'
Temujin feels like he's walking on eggshells like the solid floor itself has become the most brittle fucking platform he's ever stood upon. He can't give Gojo more to ammo to work with though, the bastard is already hot on his tail after that slip up.
'Lady Oda…', the Titer thinks while glancing down to the comatose Suguru, 'One day I'll explain how this is entirely your fault.'
If only she heeded the warnings and notturned Satoru Gojo things wouldn't be so fucking harrying right now. Hell, the silver shit-bag was already unstoppable before, but luck could've maybe helped. There was hope.
King Bengill was surely always destined to fall but the battle can't be so decisive otherwise the King's forces may retreat posthumously, therefore not at all leading to Satoru's possible demise. The king will absolutely need his numbers.
Realizing how delicate of a crossroad he's at enhances Temujin's vile hatred for the endlessly prevailing Gojo.
'What else can I do to help ruin you?', the Titer's defensive eyes now fixating back on the snow-haired arrogant asshole standing three feet away.
'How do I make the almighty falter?'
'Gut the armored?'
Genghis, exasperated beyond measure over that irritatingly smug grin curses himself for not coming back into the picture sooner. Everything would be different had Kokoro not been left to finish raising Suguru. They would've long had Elska if Suguru would have been groomed more appropriately and their clan would've already obtained the respect that Mugoi demagogically pissed away.
"Don't want to talk to me anymore?", Gojo slyly questions with fictitious dejection. The dark eyes that flash up to him stir his blood; an exhilaration that can only be understood by someone as homicidal as himself.
Licking his lips, Satoru considers that perhaps he can draw the truth out of the Titer through a less optional method.
"I bet you taste interesting...", he shares this with such an daring lack of sentiment as if he's insinuating that Genghis doesn't actually have a choice.
Temujin's heart races, thudding into his ears while drowning out everything around them.
Gojo already understands how to decode and this is something Genghis simply did not account for. It should've taken more time, more practice; it's an actual skill.
'He'll know…', Temujin immanently grimaces, resuming his menacing glare while slowly raising to his feet to step away from Amnessia.
'Can I survive this altercation?', he wonders as his skin clams against golden robes, the liquid hostility and danger condensing into perspiration as the threat he senses from Gojo propagates.
Satoru takes an aloof move forward brimming to the way Genghis actively retreats.
Chuckling Gojo coldly teases, "Come on, I thought we were getting along!", and proceeds to near the Titer while sharing, "I like to drink from everyone. It's become, how do I say…", Gojo takes another step and lowers his tone, "A hobby."
A smirk unleashes across his face when Temujin gathers energy for an attack but despite the immediate nuisance, Satoru can't help regard the Titer's stance. Gojo recognizes it, 'but from where? It's so familiar…'
It makes Genghis come off as far more battled advanced than any of the other Titers he's encountered.
'Strange.', he decides, feeling the answer on the tip of his tongue.
Titers are not known for their ability to fight, its actually quite the opposite and is partially why they're mocked. Albeit powerful and necessary to accept for functioning life, they are typically of no strategical help in the trenches. Considering this, Satoru studies the Titer's preparatory form with fascinated eyes ignoring the muddle on Temujin's face, but that's when a light flicks on in Gojo's head and his thinned view fully opens with enlightenment.
Genghis gulps and holds his pose nervously, not liking whatever epiphany was just stumbled upon as the two-toned red and blue glowing eyes melt away the eggshells from under his feet to leave nothing at all.
"Titer. Where did you learn to fight like that?", Gojo's voice lacks emotion aside from the anticipation of discovery.
Genghis's stance is just like Elska's.
Of course, Satoru is aware of Temujin's time spent in Elska's world but there's something more here. He senses a nostalgia between them that goes beyond acquiring the same fighting style eruditely and it's because of how Genghis angles his body. His right foot and hip faces Satoru but Temujin's upper half is twisted away from the hunter Titer in the bed and everything else; his back is being left wide open, which strikes Gojo as unique since his own teleportation abilities are no secret.
Gojo raises an eyebrow while contemplating on how Elska has always avoided being trapped flat against a wall on missions because before she had stabilized metal feathers, her wings would be rendered useless and even a liability against such a structure.
'I automatically became aware of that disadvantage too once I was turned…', Gojo clicks his tongue.
It's instinctual.
All of the pressure in the room feels like its caving in on Genghis's chest.
'You're kidding me!!! How is he figuring me out?!', he screams in the confines of his own soul. Temujin fucked up and they're both all too aware of it. Gojo lifts his leg as if to walk but warps out of view.
"SHIT.", Temujin's eyes nervously bounce in every direction.
"You should tell me about your real connection with Gaia and that worthless King."
Genghis attempts an escape but Satoru roars roguishly and tackles him to the floor. The Titer struggles to squirm away but the silver shaman has basically mounted himself on top of him.
"GET OFF OF ME SATORU GOJO!!!", he screams vehemently as spit sprays from his lips. He grunts and intensifies his presence when his face becomes anchored into the clay floor.
"Not until I have my little snack.", Gojo seethes while forming his fangs, "I wonder if you'll have more to offer than Suguru. He's truly in the dark, isn't he?"
Satoru languidly trails his finger across the Titer's nape until he grabs the golden collar and yanks it back. He leans down and chuckles with candor, "I tasted nothing ingenuine and that's why he gets to live. Getou isn't the real issue here and I'm aware of that. He just wants to fuck and taste my love but hey, I want to see it! He's perfect for my ideas as well, quite the aggressive lover that one. But you…", Gojo growls and feels Temujin's body tense up which indicates the veracity of his suspicions, "You have her twisted into your web. You are invested in my love in ways that are unnatural. Call me paranoid but my instincts say you want to take her from me…"
Gojo rests all of his weight into the man beneath him, partially tantalized by the memories of his frenemy experience and the violence he's about to be able to justify, "The thing is, I will never let her go", and opens his mouth wide enough to engage a successful puncture.
Screams erupt through the room causing Gojo to lose his focus and turn to Choso and Amnessia. Genghis, comprehending that the rescue mission went horribly, desperately bucks up and elbows Satoru in the face to catch her before she hit the floor.
"Cunt!", Gojo snarls, rubbing his nose. It didn't hurt but that's not the point, he's made indignant by the cheap shot. He was too late to help Choso too and regrets this as the hybrid collides into the floor. "Whoops, sorry buddy."
"I HAVE TO TELL NAOYA!", Choso screams, still kind of dazed, "NAOYAA!"
"Woah, woah now, hold up there my friend!", Gojo taps the side of the being's face until Choso seems more acquainted with where he is, "What happened in there?", he asks while bring his eyes to Suguru, waiting for the Titer to awaken as well.
Gojo turns around to find Amnessia crying cradled up into Genghis's arms. 'So, she's his weakness?', Satoru asks himself, monitoring again how the ersatz head acts completely different around the girl. 'I really hope that's the one Megumi likes.', he thinks with a spiteful smirk.
"He…", Choso coughs, his body still stinging from the pain of being crushed, "…ejected us. I don't think Getou realized…", he heaves in air, "who we were."
The being groans and grabs his side while lying on the floor, "That gravity technique is going to be highly effective against our kind at least."
Choso's happy to share this but also wishes he could've found out some other way. It kills him to know that Elska felt that attack full on but it also leads Choso to admire her more for having such a big, forgiving heart. Amnessia's frightened wails shatter him though, the tear-jerking reminder that he couldn't protect her at all. Agonized, he closes his eyes and grits his teeth while he pushes himself from the floor.
"It's okay now darling…", Temujin rocks Amnessia in his arms while they sit collapsed into each other on the chilling floor. Her pretty hands cling to his robes, her melanin-blessed skin contrasting beautifully with his gold. He ignores the mystery man's scent, hiding it from his own mind while hoping this is the time to win back her good graces. He will be there for her.
Gojo pulls Choso to his feet and even dusts the hybrid off, "So he's not going to wake up?", he asks while wishing for a different outcome. When Choso shakes his head no and looks away shamefully, Gojo pats his shoulder and assures, "It's okay, no big deal. We'll figure it out!", and smiles warmly to the being who seems to appreciate that. Satoru now turns around and uses Amnessia's sorrows to help lubricate his turning gears since it is somewhat soothing.
How do they pull Getou out of this coma?
Who the fuck is Temujin Genghis?
What color panties are hugging Elska's mound right now?
Why can't his 6 eyes explain that nuance in this Titer? So many thoughts.
Suddenly though, he hears Genghis threaten, "Leave her be!.", which snaps him out of his mind to find the Titer waving off a concerned Choso, 'This fucking golden cunt…'
Amnessia gathers herself up, less afraid but shaken by the whole experience. Getting crushed was brutal but having to witness the cruel end of her old friend deems worse. Someone else crosses her mind though and sparks within her, purpose.
That sweet young man is somehow making himself comfortable at the jagged edges of her heart, 'Megumi Fushiguro…'
While attempting to regulate her shaky breathing, she screws her eyes shut and forces herself to kindly repel her ex. Confusion is an understatement when referring to her very own little love triangle but she's made pliable and acquiescent by the images of the junior shaman in her mind. She wants to return to him. Amnessia's puffy brown eyes comb the environment until they find Gojo and the way he's already gazing at her riddles her with insecurity.
'If they tell Megumi about this, he might not understand!', the very idea causing her to stand upright, pretending to be suddenly disenchanted by Temujin.
"Are you alright dear?", Genghis can sense her emotional flat-lining so to not pry, he awkwardly airs his hands around her as if to pad her with invisible armor. She nods but averts her eyes, causing Temujin to feel a pit forming in his stomach. 'Who is this other?', he sulks in a type of defeated jealousy even while knowing that his master is the barrier that will always come between them.
"You have reasons to return with us, don't you?", Gojo questions her with malicious intent. He's kind of fishing here, still wanting to deduce if she's with Megs because love is war and Satoru intends for Genghis to suffer. Amnessia doesn't say anything but its clear that she's incredibly uncomfortable. 'Too circumstantial,' he sighs.
"She doesn't ha-…", Genghis starts to speak up.
"Wasn't asking you.", Gojo gleams with dominance as the Titer's eyes target him with the purest of hatred, "She can speak for herself."
Gojo has to hold in the laugh over the irony of him taking this moral high ground and imagines what Toji's face would look like if he were hearing it. It takes him back to their first threesome which fleetingly softens Gojo's demeanor. He laments for having ostracized himself that fateful night but it's still one of his fondest memories, despite himself. Satoru's actually learned a lot from Toji and some of the lessons were imperative stepping stones for Gojo's emotional growth, this probably explaining the indestructible affinity he bears for Fushiguro.
Choso, who's skin is crawling under this tension, worriedly views Suguru. He knows they have to get him back, that Elska wants him home.
"Wait a minute!", he cheerfully whips around to Gojo, "Elska synced to him too!" The being notices Amnessia light up and adds, "Getou might respond to her better!"
Gojo sighs because that would mean Elska would be made to know his condition. That's not a big issue but, 'How the fuck do I keep all of this from Naoya? He's going to freak out and grow tits or become a thick ass vengeful worm curse, who knows…' He mauls over this a bit but then decides that Elska is probably the right answer since, in his eyes, she's the cure for everything.
"I guess we'll have to involve my love…", he relents but glances to Genghis, "Since the current head here won't even try to go in there."
Amnessia, though estranged from Temujin, immediately claps back with the shielding clarification, "Someone has to be responsible for the compound." Satoru's light blue eyes darken and dart to her but it's the expression he wears that brings her to unease. It's as if he's studying her like she's some kind of horned specimen with his inquisitive glare that searches for meaning.
'That sounded rather rehearsed…', Gojo notes, 'She even had the same cadence in her voice.' He now sees Amnessia a little differently. 'Is she on this cunt's side?', he angrily glances over to Genghis and snarls under his breath. That wouldn't be too far-fetched, right? There's no exaggeration to noticing how Genghis gave the same exact sorry cut and dry explanation, verbatim.
"Whatever you say.", Satoru retorts as nonchalantly as possible all while coming to the conclusion that, 'She knows something.'
Amnessia may have to replace his informative snack.
Temujin caught a glimpse of the silver shaman's glowing eyes and clenches his fist, 'He's onto her…', the Titer surmises with nausea gripping his gut, 'She didn't seem to pick up on that either.'
What can he do right now though? Choso and Gojo both being his opposition does not leave the odds in his favor but he also can't leave this alone and do nothing. Not only will he be found out but Genghis doesn't think for a second that Amnessia would be spared with her unspoken knowledge. She's standing close to him but is so beyond his reach that it's sickening. He's not so sure she'd listen to him anyway at this point about anything he'd have to say but still, he looks upon her with the vision of a man deeply involved; dedicated to the woman that was never supposed to mean anything to him.
"We should go back and update everyone so we can, you know…", Choso's anxious voice carries off, "…figure this out." He hears Gojo think to him, 'Is that the girl Megumi has been hanging around?', to which Choso conspicuously nods yes.
Satoru claps his hands together, "Yep, I think I'm sick of being here too buddy, lets all three of us go back." He peps up and spins towards Amnessia while holding out his hand, "You coming?" He doesn't even allow her to fully answer before he pulls her closer, snatches Choso's arm and smiles to Genghis saying, "Until next time...bitch!", then the three of them swiftly disappear.
Sain has been awake and heard everything. He lies there with his eyes closed, pretending to sleep for he's afraid to be implicated. He's never trusted Genghis. Something's always seemed off with him but at the same time Sain cannot bring himself to merely believe everything that spills from Gojo's mouth. Satoru himself is the single most hated and feared individual around these parts. Gojo's definitely a monster but to Sain, Genghis is more of an enigma.
"GODDD DAMNITTTTTTTTTTT!", Genghis screams furious with himself, with Gojo, with the world.
He kicks a stool nearby, feeling no better as it flings across the room chaotically.
"FUCKING PSYCHO!!"
'She's in fucking danger!', he iterates to himself. Could he abduct her? Win her over? Ask Amnessia to forget what she knows?
"That's it!"
Sain nearly blows his cover when he hears Genghis stomp his foot.
For a moment, triumph flows through his veins. Satoru Gojo is a major quagmire but, 'If she doesn't have any memory of my secret, she'll not be in harm's way.'
Like another similar circumstance, though this has purposefully not been revealed to anyone else, Genghis can always reverse it.
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"You need to make the bed too!", Nobara exclaims with an expression that asks, seriously?
Megumi sighs, "I was!!", and finishes placing the last tea light candle along the nightstand before turning around and rearranging the sheets. They've been organizing his room, trying to set the 'I'm sorry, I'm an asshole' mood for Amnessia's return. 'It has to be perfect.'
He stands back after having smoothed out the wrinkles in the top blanket and takes a deep breath that doesn't relieve him one bit. Turning to Nobara, he asks, "Do you think she'll like it? Is it enough?! Too much?!!"
Kugisaki skips over to Megumi and brushes off his shoulders. He's wearing a black button up with black jeans, looking sharp but refused to style his hair. He's been rather snippy but Nobara comprehends that he's simply out of his comfort zone. Smiling, she pushes his shoulders back, cuing him to end his slouching, "I think you'll impress the clothes right off of her!", and laughs to his reddening face. Nobara is practically ecstatic over his showing interest in someone and will use all of her power to help him along his journey of love.
"Th-…that's not what I'm trying to do!!!", he defends himself immediately. Sure, he wouldn't mind such an outcome but he's trying to apologize, not dig a deeper hole, "She's not even like that anyways." He shyly looks towards the bed remembering how Amnessia cared for him daily in the midst of his worst days, "I just want her to know how special as she is…how grateful I am."
Nobara nearly tears up but hugs him tightly and squeals instead, can't ruin the makeup now, "I am sooooo happy for you Megs! Any girl would be lucky to have you!" She pulls away from him but roughly rubs his back while they glance over the room again, "All you'll have to do is light them and everything will be set. Did you charge your thing?", she asks with a lifted eyebrow.
"Crap, no!", Megumi dashes to his dresser and pulls out a portable speaker, "Not that it matters, I doubt she'll like my music anyways…", but that doesn't stop him from bringing it to the small tall table where the outlet is located. When he sees the little red light he grins and stands proudly, "Charging!"
"Alright stud", Nobara cheers while picking up some of the clothes she grabbed for Nanami and Shoko per Elska, "Let's go get the rest of the drinks and get you back to your lady!" She giggles while intertwining their arms to head down the hall, "I hope she knows she's in for a long, steamy night!"
She laughs harder when Megumi stiffens like a pole from discomfiture.
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"I really don't know if I have anything that will fit Shoko…her boobs are huge!", Elska whines, rummaging through her drawers. She catches a glimpse of the golden robes brought by Getou and though she doesn't remove them, she squeezes the cloth symbolically.
'My Titer, where are you?', she wonders as her eyes climb the furniture to find the bouquets of metal roses that are a little lower than her eye level. She senses that something is wrong with Suguru but is waiting patiently because of Satoru's request.
"Well worst-case scenario, she can just wear one of our shirts.", Toji suggests while walking up behind her, averting himself from comparing their breast sizes. He can tell that Elska didn't hear him though, she's zoning out and staring at folded clothes tucked into the drawer again, "Doll?", he calls while securing his arms around her waist.
'Oh…', he thinks when he sees the Titer robes.
Elska jumps and shuffles her hands to hide them the best she can, afraid of Toji's judgment. She slams the drawer shut and then orients around to view him, playing everything off in order to not raise alarm, "That's a very good point!", she states with enthusiasm, "I mean, you fit these muscular melons in them!", she teases while molesting the giant's chest.
Toji sighs but chooses not to expand on her missing Getou and instead massages her arms while they silently stare into each other. His hand overlaps hers on his pec and the way her dainty wrist feels in his bear paws makes his knees weak. 'But', he tells himself, 'She really is hiding her feelings…', the thought bringing him to muddle as he'd never want Elska to mask anything, 'Gojo's right.'
He brings her in for a hug and holds her while they mold into each other perfectly. "Everything is going to be alright doll, have some faith."
Elska's lips part against her beloved's shirt, 'He saw the robes…', she deduces, but is overwhelmed by his merciful acceptance. "I love you Toji.", she whispers while surrendering herself into his body, "Thank you for being wonderful." She'd truly be lost without them.
He feels his brow twitch with emotion, the words alone quelling a magnitude of his own anxieties, "I love you too.", he cups the side of her face and immediately bends his neck so their mouths meet. Toji doesn't mean to but the moment their tongues begin dancing, he groans so wantonly that both of their eyes are set ablaze through the lids. "So much…", he gasps into her lips as his hands roam her body like he's trying to digitally map her.
Elska, utterly intoxicated by her beloved's touch searches his physique as well but her fingers land on the fasteners of his pants. She aggressively tugs at them while he uses one of his hands to keep his shirt lifted, lessening the strain of blind removal. When she feels his raw girth within her grasp she whimpers to how hard he already is. Pushing him backwards, he stumbles a step but smirks deviously to her mannerisms. Without breaking eye contact, Elska stands on the tips of her toes to tenderly kiss from his lips, down his neck and chest to which she ends on her knees. She licks up his shaft once and then holds out her tongue where his tip rests.
Toji growls alluringly, not even trying to stop her. He doesn't care that Itadori is in the house, Shoko or Nanami either. If Naoya walked in, he may give some lip but he thinks there's nothing that is about to keep him from enjoying this time with his doll. He tangles both hands into her hair and tells Elska how beautiful she looks as his length disappears into her mouth. After his initial guidance, she bobs her head cyclically which forces Toji's view upwards to release deeply telling moans. The way she gags herself has Toji's self-control diminishing by the second and this becomes apparent when he bears his fangs and slowly thrusts his hips while holding her steady.
Elska drools to the sight of her beloved's turned nature surfacing as it draws from her, an unsatisfied air from not having more of him sooner. Her big bad wolf. She does her best to take his length as it stretches her throat, widening her jaw to the extent of end feel. When he asks her if she's enjoying herself, she dutifully nods and tries to moan but instead chokes. Elska wasn't about to let that hinder anything but as she's suppressing her coughing fit, he yanks himself out of her mouth and she's placed on the expensively engraved dresser.
Toji grabs the back of her neck and crashes their lips together while pulling at her hips for alignment. "I want to fuck you so bad right now…", he confesses with abated breath against her ear. Traveling wet kisses down her neck, he stops and lowly growls into her skin prior to sinking his fangs in. When Elska's body arches, he supports her in his hold, gifting her with the security to dissolve into pudding. Her flavor decorates his tongue with the most sincere messages of affection, devotion and saturated lust. She cries out to his intensifying grip but he can taste that the more he imposes his stature, the needier she'll become so he teases her folds with his throbbing length.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!", Naoya gawks from the doorway, scrunching his face to the scene before him. "You were harping at me to be careful but she's about to blow you senile dick! How can you not tell?!"
The blonde rushes over, Zenin robes fluttering in the created breeze demanding that Toji get a hold of himself since the hinting scent was what caught his attention but when his cousin finally unhooks his teeth and closes Elska's wounds, Naoya's left breathless by her expression.
"Princess...", he coos before humming to himself. She appears incredibly flustered with her half-lidded glowing eyes, furrowed brow and swollen lips which he caresses with his thumb. "Look at you right now…", he can't stop himself from dominating her with a kiss. She's entirely appetizing.
Toji props his head onto Elska's shoulder and groans exhaustively, "This shit ain't fair doll. I'm going crazy over here.", but chuckles warily to offer that he's not angry at least and the quick feeding helped coil his salaciousness. Naoya's right though, that was risky since there's so many others throughout their home.
'Apparently, I'm now a hypocrite.', Toji thinks while rolling his cranium to the crook of her neck where he sighs his aggravation while recalling that they'd have their hands full if Sukuna decided to show himself. 'What was I thinking?!', Toji's still very concerned with the curse's infatuation with her.
When he finally lifts his head, the giant glowers and shoves Naoya away who was falling under that same spell, "You knock it off too!", he yells while using his arms to protectively counter the Zenin's nomadic hands.
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Amnessia was expecting to have been back the academy by now, she wanted to be there anyways but instead, she's watching Gojo unabashedly shop for toys, him picking up all sorts of phallic insinuations and examining them at his waist line.
'How the fuck did we even end up here?', she asks herself again, ignoring the elucidation the shaman gave her only moments before.
Satoru, instead of warping them back to his home, decided a detour was necessary.
"I'm pretty worked up right now and that's a great indicator that I need some fun. Trust me.", he warned them after unhanding Amnessia's mouth in the bathroom, where they arrived. She was about to scream bloody hell but she was under the wrong impression. Gojo wasn't trying to lure into seclusion, he just wanted to arrive to the mall unnoticed by non-shaman but he'd forgotten about her history with Choso and figures she was probably fearing the worst at the time.
Amnessia reluctantly glances around the brightly lit store wondering where the hybrid ran off to but then hears, "Why not get yourself something? Something you and Megumi can both enjoy?"
God, she's on her toes, trapped in a sex shop with the vastly ominous and unpredictable Satoru Gojo of all people. She wanted to retort something to defend her modesty but her eyes are glued to the stiff blue dildo being waved like a wand in his hands whilst he speaks. He rambles on about something inappropriate and doesn't put it down but instead walks over to browse another shelf with it. She interrupts him and points, "You're not really thinking about buying that are you?"
Gojo frowns but holds it up and rotates it, "It's close enough to my size though and a great color!", he grins mischievously. "What the hell?!", he barks when she seizes it from his hand and puts it back with the others.
Amnessia scoffs, "As a woman, I'm not about to let you use that terrible thing on Elska. How would you like it if something rigid and unboxed was shoved into your body? Hm?!" When he's obviously not able to relate the issue, she rolls her eyes and directs him a few isles over after browsing their contents.
"Here we go…", she absentmindedly mutters while selecting a different, silicone-like toy and slams it into his chest, "I can guarantee she will like this better."
Gojo raises his brows appreciatively as he lowers the box as if to measure it next to himself. It's imperative to him to find the right size because he was inspired by his thoughts on Sukuna.
"It needs to seem like I have two dicks.", he bluntly shares with Amnessia while studying the flesh tone, "It's definitely a realistic color! But is it the right siiize..."
"Jesus.", her eyes momentarily widen before she throws up her hands awkwardly, "Can't help you there.", and walks away to look through the lingerie. There are some cute outfits that catch her eye but she finds herself abstaining from such wear because she doesn't want to pressure Megumi.
"I think this would look very nice on you."
Amnessia holds her breath as Choso strolls up beside her, shifting his bundled items to pinch a pale-yellow little lace dress. She sighs but says, "Thank you.", hoping that he'll leave her be.
Choso smiles sweetly and adds, "It complements your complexion. I think it makes you glow." He's too socially dense to realize that he's making her uncomfortable and actually assumes that he's strengthening their friendship. They both turn abruptly when Gojo shouts for the being across the store, the humility draining her.
Gojo tosses Choso a small object but looks to Amnessia and holds up a box, "I'm buying this one!", he tilts his chin upwards to show he's a quick learner, "I just want him to what they look like in person."
Choso manipulates with his free hand what could possibly be the acorn's giant nephew with questions filling his mind. There's a green gem on the flatter end of it which makes his eyes soften, "It's pretty!", he tells Gojo. When Satoru if he knows what its for, Choso tries to bite into it, igniting a shriek from Amnessia.
"It's not food!?", he frantically asks.
Gojo, doubled over and exalting his entertainment heaves out, "It's called a butt plug!", but keeps laughing until his high pitches dwindle out of amusement. The whole store probably hears him but he simply is unable to be quiet. 'How did I ever hate this guy?!', he cackles internally.
"I can't believe you just put that in your mouth…", Amnessia starkly tries to hide her mortification. She knew Choso was inexperienced but come on, this is ridiculous. 'Poor guy…', she sympathizes after gathering that Gojo likely sets him up often. 'But that's Elska's problem!', she discerns while folding her arms.
"So...it's for...butts?", Choso, pouting and confused as to why he was being mocked, tosses it back at Gojo, "Our butts? I don't get it why though."
"I'm going over there now...act like you don't know me, please.", Amnessia quickly dismisses her attendance from the conversation and begins searching for her size in the teddy section, 'These guys are completely dysfunctional…'
Gojo nearly pisses himself once registering Choso's question but holds it together in forms of snickers.
"Nooooo", he sings, "This is for my love's butt!", yet considers letting the hybrid experiment, "I mean, you could try it to see if you like it though, no shame." He watches Choso distrustfully respond through body language so Gojo expresses, "It will help her…", he strokes his chin while coming up with the right words, "…prepare for us...entering her butt!"
That, Choso understood and he feels his face light up and actually gets excited, "Let's get a bunch then!! This is a good, helpful item!" His time spent with Elska, the many strings of weeks where she educated him when they synced reinforces the idea that she would approve. He adopted his love for that specific carnal act because of his desire to please her so naturally, he's willing to do anything to make it even better.
Gojo whips around to see Amnessia purchasing something and shares a grin for the unsuspecting Megumi's honor.
'If she's already leaning towards Megs then I don't have to do a damn thing!', he thinks to himself while becoming warmed to the idea of Genghis finding out.
Can he kill Genghis without it affecting Suguru though? It's not all lies, Gojo actually likes Getou now but how to do it without affecting everyone? Satoru foresees the elders and all the other clans retaliating if he takes out a leader, a temporary one or not. Gojo isn't afraid of the anticipated resistance, he can literally obliterate anyone from existence but if he acts carelessly he knows a rift can form between himself and the others.
'Temujin Genghis…', he recites in his head while observing Amnessia impatiently approach them, 'This pretty girl with all the aggregated answers I seek...' He can't do anything to her yet though.
Gojo comprehends that he owes Megumi a great deal after slaying his mother so for the time being, Satoru is simply aiming to plot this well-attuned strategy.
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Itadori has remained at the table this whole time but now Naoya, Elska and Toji have rejoined. If it weren't for the beer in front of him, Yuuji would probably wig out. Sukuna was just going off the rails, talking about Elska and how she performing so close by. An involuntary shiver consumes his body as if his subconscious knew he needed to shake that knowledge away. It makes him feel like the biggest fucking creep, listening to all of the vulgarity spewing from the curse over Elska. He lifts the beer and chugs it relentlessly, an attempt to drown out the tantrum rampaging within.
"We're baaaaack!", Nobara announces after swinging the door open boisterously.
"Oh my!", Elska's eyes widen when she spots the well-dressed Megumi, "Who is this handsome young man with you?", she eagerly inquires to Nobara. Toji makes an uncomfortable noise so she nudges him and says through thought, 'You are the only Fushiguro for me, my beloved.'
Toji is rather embarrassed that he even showed jealousy there because he knows good and well that she doesn't see his son that way but his whole center of qi has been off kilter lately. He bumps their hips together and pecs the top of her head to demonstrate this that he's not threatened. "You look good son, Amnessia doesn't stand a chance.", nodding when he catches the gratitude in Megumi's eyes.
Naoya puffs out his chest, "He has Zenin blood baby, you can't joke around like that!", but Naoya himself is currently jesting with this remark, merely teasing her. "What is going on with this though?", he asks Megumi, bee-lining for the junior shaman's messy hair, "Do you know nothing of style? And we're supposed to be related?!"
Itadori stands and cutely strolls his way to Nobara, "Hey, come here often?", and blocks out Megumi swatting Naoya's hands away while yelling, "Don't mess with it!"
They titter to each other but honestly, Yuuji feels like he can get through anything so long as she's with him. She scrunches her nose in a falsely uninterested way and shares, "Sometimes, what's it to you?", but swiftly ends her sentence with an embrace.
"So they still haven't come out?", Elska leans her body all the way into Toji, his mass supporting her from behind. Her eyes are fixated on the door down the long hall that hides behind it, Nanami and Shoko.
"Not yet, doll but they will.", he soothes. Naoya walks over to the fridge, having given up on saving Megumi's bed head to grab a beer so Toji hollers, "Get me one too!" Naoya flips him off but still does the familial thing and provides the beverage.
"My crew will be back tomorrow to get more work done.", Naoya shares, "I want this to be your palace away from your palace." When Elska blushes, he leans down to kiss her, humming once again. He feels his ass getting pinched though and yelps in defensive surprise. "What the SHIT?!"
"My love…", Gojo serenades with a saccharine voice, "I've missed you." Toji scoffs but relinquishes his hold so Satoru could engulf her with his own arms, "Annnnd...I have some surprises for you."
"Sati!", she's instantly scooped into bridal carry as her infamous white knight passionately demands her attention, "I missed you too!"
He walks them both over to the table which he sets two paper bags down on. Bracing his legs, he folds himself forward and uses a finger to whack the flimsy carrier, opening it enough so she can see what is inside.
Satoru bites his lip as he watches her reaction unravel.
"We're going to have some fun…", he tells her in a hushed seductive tone but the prurient moment vanishes when Megumi reaches inside the bag and pulls out the boxed dildo to which he yells and flings it across the room in a panic. This is the first time Megumi has seen Gojo since the forest incident and he's doing his best to not let his emotions overrun.
Naoya, mystified by the flying dick and how the hell it ended up in their possession, bends down to pick it up, quietly whispering, "What in the fuck, Gojo?"
The Zenin doesn't think Elska is in need of any more penises. Satoru bravely chirps as Naoya's returning, "Don't worry Megs, that one's for your dad!", and the sentence alone could've caused an avalanche.
"You son of a bitch why the FUCK did you buy this?!", Toji snarls from across the table before snatching up the bag and digging through it, twice infuriated by the comment. He's annoyed beyond belief over Gojo buying this weird stuff but the agitation fades when he spots the plugs. Toji may never admit it but when he shrugged his shoulders and deftly dropped the bag, he was rather intrigued by those and swallows hard while imagining Elska putting one to use. Not allowing his ego to win, the giant quietly sneaks one out of the bag and slides it into his pocket.
"I see Toji doesn't hate everything.", Gojo seductively relays in her ear. The obvious switch and absence of Toji's callousness informs Satoru that they're definitely going to get to use some of this stuff soon. Really soon. He saw what Toji just did. "They vibrate too.", he whispers, trying to carefully procure her immediate interest.
Megumi, enraged by the shenanigans searches the room for Amnessia with his disposition growing. 'Did she go back to that Genghis guy?', he wonders tensely, dreading the lonely walk back to his room that's been decorated by his interest. "I fucked it up?", he asks himself out loud, trampled by losing his chance with her. A tap is felt on his shoulder however and when he turns around, he can't even hide the wide grin forming.
"I was looking for this guy I know…but I can't find him.", Amnessia playfully begins, "I was kind of bummed out by that too but then I saw you and realized my luck isn't half bad."
It's as if Megumi's never received such a compliment before because as she stands there waiting for some kind of witty retort, he fuses his words together chaotically until they have absolutely no intelligible meaning.
"You really are the cutest thing, you know that?!", she means it though and is incapable of peeling her eyes off of him, "I like this whole thing you've got going on!"
Megumi shyly runs his hands through his hair and silently thanks Nobara for bullying him into a couple of shots since he'd probably be stuttering worse otherwise, "I uh…", he chuckles, "Wait until you see my room!" Instantly, he regrets that choice of phrasing and worries he insulted her further as she stares intensely into his eyes.
She curls her finger, suggesting that he come closer so he cautiously does, 'Is she going to smack me?', he worries because he's yet to apologize for before. All she does though, is lightly kiss his cheek before telling him, "Wait until you see what I'm wearing.", because she'd already scurried into the bathroom to don her new little outfit under the robes.
Amnessia then walks away, slowly swaying her hips leaving him behind to resemble a horny scarecrow. After looking over her shoulder, she flashes him an inviting smile but counters its intimacy with, "You want a drink?"
Wordless, he unyieldingly follows, thinking, 'Every last drop.'