Gojo bends down to lift a box from the floor just so he can teleport it to the other end of the building where the rest of their things are, "How do we have so much shit after all the moves we've been through?", he wonders out loud while scratching his head.
Leaning his bare, lightly sweating back against the wall he faces what will soon be the master bedroom, Satoru attempts picturing what everyone living together will look like. He can imagine the giant luxurious bed, the canopy design with sheer curtains and even Toji sprawled out on it taking up the most space. When his bright eyes flash over to the area that's to be their bathroom, he can even envision Naoya carrying Elska into it and locking the door in Choso's face so he could bathe with her in peace.
Suguru quietly walks through the dark green hall but happens to approach the bedroom in time to hear Gojo chuckling to himself as the shaman tucks hands into his black sweatpants. This is still so strange to Getou and he can't help but chew on that factas he sets down the furniture that was floating from his gravity manipulation.
Getou has lived his entire adult life just to destroy the blue-eyed man before him; the one that has caused his clan so much suffering.
'I did so many unforgivable things just for that purpose...to exact my revenge…', the possibility of it all being for nothing beginning to devour his pride. When Satoru turns to him, Suguru notices how happy the Gojo seems though that dark aura of his feels more like a demon with ill intent.
Satoru stands on his toes to peer at what the Titer is bringing and shares, "The dressers can go over there.", happily directing towards a far wall. He watches Suguru take a few steps into the room and then out of the way while guiding the solid wood antiques to their place.
As the Titer is shifting the pieces to finely tune their layout, Satoru can't help but ask, "Why don't I want to kill you anymore?", after noticing that even Naoya who hates the Titer, resorted to physical strength versus energy when fighting Suguru too.
Suguru is slow to turn around but its not out of anxiety as much as its due to his own confusion. With the lack of response, they merely stare at each other as the wind shakes the trees outside the windows that notes a storm must be coming. After a strange serenity invades him however, Getou lifts his hands into the air with a shoulder shrug, "I've been wondering the same thing because I don't really feel the desire to kill you either anymore."
Gojo only mildly expected that since his own insecurities often make the assumptions that he's alone in his feelings towards others. Smiling and sauntering over to Getou, Satoru ponders on how he's always surprised by the people he should understand the best and mumbles, "It doesn't make sense…what you did to her…", Gojo starts but casually, "That almost had some very serious consequences." Gojo stops a few feet from the Titer, reliving the agony of discovering Elska's mangled wing, "I wanted to wipe out everyone…women, children, the old, every single person that had association with you and beyond."
Suguru isn't sure why this heavy conversation is being hashed out now but he also knows that he can't escape it, nor should he try. With layers of guilt confining his heart, Getou folds his arms and morosely admits, "I know…"
Gojo looks over the Titer's build examining him closer than when they were with Elska and catches how Suguru's golden robes are out of place, loosened from the manual labor.
"Hmmm…", Satoru chalks to himself, once again approaching Suguru with an odd glint in his eyes.
"Wh- what?", Getou awkwardly asks, slowly becoming uncomfortable with Gojo's change in mannerisms. He catches the silver shaman staring at the parts of his chest that are exposed under the robes so he snatches the fabric closed, "What the hell are you looking at me like that for?!" He nervously dances his vision around, searching for anything that would break this weirdness but his eyes dart back when Gojo speaks.
"I'm sizing you up, pretty boy.", offers Gojo as if he's not invading personal space. Suguru steps backwards, bumping into a dresser which causes Satoru to giggle maniacally and taunt, "Aww! Don't run away from me", teasing, "I won't hurt you! There's just something I want to test out…"
Gojo is still blown away by what his brain picked up from Elska's flavor not having known that the turned were all capable of tasting emotions, thought and intent. She's mentioned things about it before but he never fully understood.
Getou isn't prepared for Gojo's antics and before he knows it, the silver shaman is grabbing his jaw and forcing his head to the side in order to access his neck.
"The FU-"
When Satoru's fangs pierce him though, Suguru's sent into an internal defensive panic. His body heats up and melts as if it were Elska drinking, further freaking him out as he gasps, "Why does it…", with forcibly shut eyes, moaning into a yell, "…stop…st-…STOPIT!"
Gojo wipes his mouth and teleports away from the swinging Titer whose expression is flushed with watering eyes and judging by Getou's adversion he considers, 'So it felt good, huh?' A wicked smirk splits his lips as he comprehends Getou's heaving, bringing him to the question as he glances at the Titer's covered manhood, eyes widening, "WOAH. Did you just get hard for me, golden boy?!!"
Suguru grimaces for a second, insulted, but his frantic eyes drop down to find the he actually did.
"YOOOOU!", the Titer screams while pointing an infuriated shaking finger at the sadistic shaman, "WHY WOULD YOU-…I DIDN'T LIKE-…", he becomes further irritated when Gojo laughs, "THIS ISN'T FUNNY! WHAT THE FUCK!??!?!?!?"
"You should see your face right now…", Satoru's words showing his amusement. 'So that's what that spice was…', he tells himself as he recalls a hint of that seasoning within Elska earlier. He reaches out to close Suguru's wound, snickering at how jumpy the Titer has become but Gojo smiles wider when he's reminded of Naoya.
Getou reties his robes even tighter, not trusting Gojo's intentions, "Maybe I do want to kill you after all.", grunting to his discomfort. His mood has soured after the weird sensations are left tingling his nerves from Gojo's bite and grumpily turns away, "At least Toji warned me…but his didn't feel like that."
Satoru slaps Getou's shoulder, "Lighten up! Naoya's drank from me before, it's not weird! I actually can't wait to taste him." Gojo brings his fingers to bounce the tips together, wishing to know the Zenin's flavor, "I bet little Naoya is delicious…"
Suguru's features automatically scrunch, his mind running wild with images of Gojo and Naoya rolling around, play biting and now even pillow fighting. He shakes the dandy scenarios out of his head but shivers, "What kind of relationship is this??", he dramatically widens his eyes while asking the floor. 'Elska…what would she say if she knew about this?!'
"Speaking of which…", Gojo actually tones down his playfulness, "I really like Naoya. I would fight and kill for him." He observes the Titer retracting his stiffness, understanding that the direction of their conversation is getting serious again, "I don't know what to make of you Getou, or of what happened in that bed with Elska a little while ago, but Naoya,", he darts his eyes to meet the Titer's, "I don't know if he can forgive you and that may affect this new thing you and I have. He's myguy."
Suguru sighs and sits down on the dresser defeatedly, internally retching with shame over how his past deeds still loom over him today. He's also now under the impression that her turned fool around with each other, something he's not welcoming but he clears his thoughts to progress with something more important.
"The truth is Satoru, I changed well before the DNA synthesis", he retorts apologetically, "but I understand why Zenin hates me." Getou dwells in his wrong doings for a moment, now finding that he doesn't want to even meet Satoru's gaze, "Shit, I even hate me…"
He has threated Naoya with Elska's life, her wellbeing and once planned to kill them both. Getou's even gone as far as to viciously attack her on a few occasions and can still feel the way the knife felt in his grip as he plunged it through her shoulders. He clenches his fist in a cold second of reality and utters, "I'm…I'm not a good man."
Gojo felt that statement and surmises that they may indeed be far more alike that he's ready to admit.
"I'm not either!", he cheerfully adds, trying to pick up the atmosphere, "I've done a lot of bad things too, even to her…", Satoru takes a deep breath, "…far before any of you came into the picture." The room falls quiet again but Gojo admits, "There was a time where I was going to skin little Naoya alive.", he sees the interest spark in the Titer's eyes so he continues, "Toji too.", shrugging his shoulders.
Getou seethes, "Zenin has always acted so funny in regards to Elska. It irritated me so much! Believe it or not I used to like him as well but I couldn't understand his betrayal for a long time." Suguru reminisces over Choso and Toji having left his side which made them all enemies too.
Now he gets it though, completely. There's something incredible about Elska that brings even the most jagged puzzle pieces to a fit.
"HA!", Gojo hoots to the Naoya bashing, "That Zenin right there though, let me be frank, is the reason we're sitting right here today." He points to the cojoining dressers they're on and leans his long back into the wall to emphasize, "You should appreciate him more. He single-handedly saved all of you."
"What? How so?", Suguru inquisitively asks as he truly is curious about that statement. 'What did Naoya of all people do?', mocking in his mind, 'Is this a joke?'
Gojo deactivates his infinity and shimmies his shoulders so the wall could scratch an itch but resumes his verbal momentum. He begins explaining about what Naoya did while he was still sealed, how he took Elska right in front of him, "I was fucking livid at first but after watching for a bit, I realized it was literally the hottest fucking thing ever." The questions are visibly firing off in the Titer's mind so Satoru asks, "Did you not know about that? Wasn't that a part of your plans?"
Suguru ducks his chin towards his chest, looking down and cackling deeply in disbelief, "So you mean to tell me that this happened at my base?" Getou's tone is revealing his annoyance as he remembers the conversation that he and Choso had after Naoya woke up immediately following this incident, "So that's why he failed his mission that day…", the rancorous realization of the Zenin having been that immersed into Elska as early as then stifling him.
Looking back up towards Gojo, Suguru scoffs and shares, "No Gojo. That was not the plan at all. I should have fucking known better, he tried too hard to make it seems as if he was barely into her.", Suguru cracks his neck with little patience, "He was to secure her and gain her trust, not fuck her in front of the prisoner." As soon as the words leave his mouth though, Getou fears that he said too much as the content was rather distasteful, "I uhh…", he stammers, "I am sorry. I'm not used to talking to you about this stuff."
Gojo openly listens, not enjoying everything he's hearing but not gearing up to fight either, "You're fine.", and grunts, "Well like I said, had he not done what he did with Elska in front of me, I would've eventually slaughtered you all." Satoru stretches his arms, "I was REALLY territorial before, I didn't even want other men knowing she existed.", Satoru smiles, "Why would I? Clearly my concerns have been validated too…nearly everyone wants a piece of my love…"
"You say that with angst, Gojo but you seem to be fine with it.", Getou probes for a clearer understanding, "I never wanted to share her at all. I actually found it extremely alarming that you, Toji and Naoya do because it's was like, who does that?"
Gojo huffs and rolls his eyes, "So judgy! Well, at least you got to experience why first hand.", he smirks, "She's fucking beautiful when she's vulnerable. How can you not want to overwhelm her?"
He listens to the Titer shift around as if that statement made him uncomfortable so Satoru back tracks to reiterate, "You need to compromise with Naoya. You've put us through a lot and I hate to sound so sensible but he honestly has every right to feels as he does. It's how I should feel too."
At the end of this sentence an unknown shaman enters their outcasted building. Suguru opens his mouth to say something but Gojo lifts his hand to motion, "Wait." They both slowly straighten up and hone into the doorway but Satoru whispers, "I'm unfamiliar with this person's energy.", worried that someone else has come looking for his Elska.
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Right as Toji grew tired of sulking in the hall, he walks to his son's door with purpose ready to beat on it but as he's preparing heavy knuckles, it opens to show the pretty Titer, Amnessia with an exhausted expression.
"Keep it down!", she angrily eyes the giant and swats him back into the hall, "He just started eating again and is resting…this is going to take some time."
Toji's eyes instinctually train on the door; his heart heavy with remorse as he's not been able to comfort his own son. Toji's pretty fucked up about Sachiko's death too but he doesn't feel he has the time to show it when this is going on but perhaps he's also to afraid to. He's already gone through this loss once before and it destroyed him, "He wasn't eating!?", he asks with alarm.
Amnessia sighs and puts her dainty hand on the giant's shoulder, "He is now, that's all that matters…" She chews on her lip when she is empathically flooded by the sorrows embedded in Toji. 'Sachiko, what should I do?!', she asks the heavens as she cannot stand to see them both so down and out.
"Has he brought me up at all?", Toji questions with hesitant interest and depresses when she shakes her head no. Concered, he then huffs, "Well he can't lock himself away forever! I need to see him."
Amnessia doesn't even try to stop Toji as he gently pushes past her to open the door. She hears the large man flick on the light switch and sigh before it sounds like he's sitting on the bed. She walks in quietly to the other side and brushes Megumi's hair from his face while sweetly conveying, "Hey, your dad is here to see you…", smiling warmly to his opening eyes.
"Hey Megs…", Toji nudges him in the back, leaning over him with worry, "Do you want to talk about anything? I know things have been…crazy lately." He doesn't know how to really handle this situation but he's pushing that aside in order to appear strong for his son. It's important to him to seem to have the answers so Megumi can feel less uncertain, less burdened but his head hangs low when Megumi begins crying. 'Why wasn't I able to protect anyone?!', he asks himself angrily knowing that he almost lost Elska that day too.
And what if Sachiko couldn't save Megumi? What then?
"Mom…she…", he sniffles, "She just wanted us to be happy…", Megumi still doesn't feel like seeing anyone but he doesn't have the heart to force his dad away when he's sure Toji is hurt over it too. He feels his dad's hand rubbing his arm and it gives him a strange paternal comfort that he's still not used to experiencing.
Toji feels himself moping and is actually glad Megumi is facing the other way. "Your mother loved you boy, more than anything." He's taken back by how reactive his son is to the pretty Titer though, how her encouragement has a calming affect on him. It brings him to a whole new appreciation for Amnessia because he knows things would be much worse had she not been here to dote on Megumi. 'They seem to click pretty well actually…', he thinks with happiness peering into his heart.
"Look at you though my boy, you have this beautiful lady here taking care of you!", Toji's voice is lighter than usual. "Just like your dad!"
Amnessia feels her face heating up and dashes her eyes to Megumi to see how that was received.
Megumi looks up to her for a second but once he's reminded of his puffy eyes, he becomes embarrassed and tucks his face away into the pillow. He doesn't wish for Amnessia to misunderstand his actions though so he blindly reaches out his hand to rest on hers that lays in her lap.
Toji finally breaks into a smile, having witnessed that. In a lower volume he adds, "You're luckier than you know. Having the support of someone in this world can make or break your will to survive."
Amnessia hasn't felt this welcomed or desired in a long time. She definitely still harbors feelings for Genghis but there was always something about him that seemed incredibly off, weird…or distant. That lessened once she learned his secret and they grew closer with the feedings but that part bothers her now where as it didn't before.
'Who is his master?'
There was always fleeting doubts that would pass behind her eyes but she decided when they met that she would choose to enjoy his company while it lasted. He's intelligent, suave, collected and insatiable, especially for an older man but she still has her own issues to sort through in regards to that and her place amongst the Titers but leaving them all probably won't be as hard as most would assume since she wasn't actually born into the Titer clan. Would she miss the compound? Of course. Would she wonder about everyone she left behind? Certainly. But as she perceives Megumi's thumb lightly brushing over her hand with one green eye softly studying her, many of her concerns dissipate.
"Hmph well how about I come back tomorrow? I'll bring you something good to eat and we'll all have a dinner.", Toji now stands, feeling much better than when he entered. He taps Megumi's leg and waits for him to look his way. When their eyes do meet, Toji nods and asks, "Is that alright?"
Megumi wipes his eyes but nods yes with a half-smile, "Yeah dad, that's fine with me." He swears that Toji's eyes bounced back and forth between himself and Amnessia and the smirk his father wears as he turned to leave feels like his way of saying he likes the idea of them together.
When the door shuts, Megumi brings his vision to the pretty Titer who brims with the strongest aura of support that he's ever known. He catches himself staring at her so he snaps his head to the bed but says, "Sorry if that was uncomfortable for you. Also, sorry that I'm miserable to be around."
Amnessia flips her wrist to squeeze his hand and leans in a few inches, "You have good reason for being upset and I quite like your company." Part of his unruly hair is sticking up and she can't stand to see it so she reaches to brush it down. She giggles, "I had to fix that, it was driving me crazy.", but what she doesn't say is that it wasn't an irritated crazy as much as it was hormonally crazy. 'He can't keep looking all sad with the sexy bed head…it'll have me compelled to climb on him.'
"Well…", Megumi's noticing that she's really the only person that has been able to temporarily pause his pain. It boggles his mind, he just met her recently and by weird chance at that. The fact that she's able to somehow ease his suffering tells him that she's special though and her nurturing interest in him has in turn, made him feel the same, special.
"…If we're going to address things that bug us then…", he takes a deep breath, shocking himself with his intentions. His grip travels to her forearm where he pulls at her until she allows him to guide her to the spot in front of where he rests. She gasps but doesn't flee, causing relief to flood him into weary confidence, "…you not laying with me was driving me crazy."
Amnessia feels about as relaxed as a stone statue at first, not having predicted this happening at all. She likes it though, likes being cradled against his body, being held so delicately that it almost hurt. His fingers run along her upper back causing her snuggle up to him more because of how safe she feels.
She hears him say, "Thank you.", as he reels her in closer, shifting around to find the most comfortable position. It was clear to her that he meant for her to nap with him so she curls her arm around his side and rests her head into his chest, his chin fitting over top. She whispers into his skin, "You're welcome", with a giddy grin.
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When Toji walks out of the main building to head in the direction of their place, he finds Choso waiting outside and asks, "What happened?!", with urgency, not liking the saddened expression on the being.
Choso shakes his head, "Nothing…I just…", he feels so bad for Toji and Megumi so without thinking about it, he opens his arms and hugs the giant.
Toji's initial reaction is to cuss him out but he ultimately doesn't because he knows Choso shows his feelings more than talking about them. He lets the hybrid do as he pleases and even offers his thanks.
"We're here for you.", is all Choso says before finally letting go. He didn't particularly like Sachiko but having that tragedy happen right after the Fushiguro's were all reunited strikes him to the core. It reminds him of his brothers and this causes Choso's human side to bleed internal tears. He can't imagine exactly what Toji is going through but will do his best to be considerate of everything.
"Thanks...but you had me worried there for a minute!", Toji playfully shoves Choso but his being there makes him ask, "Elska isn't alone, is she?!"
Choso laughs innocently, "No way! Naoya's with her." When he registers that Toji approves the situation, he adds, "I came back to get you. I figured it'd be quicker if I used my portal." His eyes widen when Toji's large hand ruffles his hair as he says, "Thanks for thinking about me, bud." The being has only ever seen Toji show affection like that to Naoya so he immediately feels privileged and honored, causing him to excitedly retort, "Yeah! Of Course!"
Toji chuckles to himself over Choso's reaction but is happy to see the fondness since he has always liked Choso. As they start walking back towards their house to be, Toji states, "I need to change first, my clothes are all roughed up. I can't let those Zenin cunts see me looking so sorry." He really doesn't want to see Gojo or Getou but he's not childish enough to let that create unnecessary avoidance.
"I'll change too!", but Choso doesn't have much to change into. He worries about this for a moment but smiles widely when he remembers his group matching pajamas. "I went to go see my brother but apparently, he's not feeling well still…"
"Is Itadori sick?", Toji hasn't heard about this at all but figures that they're not as in the loop as they were before being separated from the immediate premises.
Choso sighs, "Well he said he wasn't feeling well but I couldn't sense anything like that. I scanned him with my energy! Honestly, he seemed more apprehensive than ill. He was acting like he did something wrong and wouldn't even look me in the eyes."
Toji stops mid step and turns toward the being with flashes of the forest incident scaling his mind.
Particularly, he's thinking back to Elska biting Sukuna in order to subdue Gojo.
Toji grunts and closes his eyes stressfully, asking, "How long has he been acting like this?", he already knows the answer though. When Choso confirms that it was since that day, Toji proceeds, "Did he say anything about Elska?", as he looks back over to the main building as if to show he was contemplating on going to change course and find Yuuji.
Choso tilts his head slightly while trying to recall but answers, "He didn't bring her up at all but now that you mention it, he rushed me away when I did.", and listens to Toji stressfully sigh.
"Fuck. I'm guessing that he's not sick Choso…", Toji ultimately decides to continue to their place to quest for clothes, "He may have been weird with you because he experienced Elska's bite through Sukuna." When Choso stops walking now, Toji does too but twists around curiously to gauge how the being will handle that tidbit.
"YOU DON'T THINK-…", Choso doesn't mean to yell but he hadn't considered this angle, and jerks his head back towards the dorms. Images of his brother enjoying his master riddle him with unease, "THEY CAN'T!"
Toji outstretches his arms while looking around, "Calm down!"
Choso wide eyes the ground as he sorts over how cool Itadori is, how caring and kind, "Elska would love him…", he whines as a new fear is born within.
"Hey!", Toji snaps his fingers to get the being's attention, "She doesn't want the kid, stop working yourself up.", but When the being seems to continue to wander in his thoughts, not listening, Toji hollers, "HEY!" He grabs the being by the arm and leans forward to offer in a low tone, "Listen here Choso. Do you really think I would let that goofball have mydoll?"
Choso studies Toji's expression before accepting it, "Umm...I gue-...no..." he exhales shakily, feeling relief, "I don't."
"Megs got weird for a bit too after he was bitten. I imagine it's really something else when you're not expecting it. Don't worry about that too much, we'll go see Itadori tomorrow and figure this out.", strides once again carrying them towards their residence.
He notices that although Choso has dropped the subject, its clearly occupying him still. Toji tries to hide his anxiety the best he can. It's true that he's not worried about Itadori getting fresh with Elska, he trusts the boy holds zero interest in her romantically and visa versa.
'Sukuna…', his eyes narrow when the name becomes his focus because it's the king of curses that has Toji on edge. Sukuna cared enough to give up a piece of himself for Elska in the forest, no one even begged or propositioned him to do it with is really fucking bizarre. That's very unlike the Sukuna, 'He's only interested in what's beneficial…', though Toji's obviously grateful to the curse for the few times he's been helpful, especially that day but not for a second does he trust Sukuna's interest.
When they're nearing their building, Choso stops Toji when he sees a black Mercedes parked in in their path.
"Who do you know with a car like that?", the being asks, not having any knowledge about such vehicles. Gojo's surging energy can be felt overflowing out of nowhere though so they end up running the rest of the way there until they're able to make out an argument as they course through the dark green foyer.
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"So I was right about you; you're just as dangerous as they say.", the tall man remains unflinching to Satoru's bluff of an attack and adds, "I suppose the rumors about Ms. Oda are true then too." He brushes off the dust from his expensive jacket and looks over the wall around where he stood. Gojo deliberately missed and outlined his place in leu of landing, 'An aggressively volatile man, isn't he?'
"I simply don't care for ignorant, uppity cunts like yourself.", Gojo snarls when he gathers the man before him is merely trying to provoke him and spats, "We don't fucking need you here. Nanamin will be awake in a few days.", displaying his predatorial side to this dark-haired man.
Suguru watches the two of them intently, not sure if he should intervene. One thing he does know from this exchange however is that this big nosed fill-in for Nanami has a personal grudge against Gojo and Elska.
Getou considerately projects, "If you wish to make us your enemies, you will discover suffering.", and becomes relieved when it seems the new overseer appears to be leaving; never in his life thinking he'd be defending Satoru.
Choso runs into the room first and builds his presence as the line on his face waves, "Who is this!?"
Toji steps in as well and glares at Suguru and Gojo but makes it clear that if anyone beats them up, it'll be him.
"I'm your new temporary manager.", the man orients himself to face them, "Since you bloodshaman have acted so recklessly with Kento's life as well as everyone else's, I am here to assure you all remain in check under the supervision of the Elders. We will not tolerate such behavior."
The stranger's phrasing spins Gojo into thought, 'Kento? He must know Nanamin…'. It also leaves him to ponder on the words blood shaman. 'Is that what they're calling us now?', smirking to the eerie title, 'I kind of dig it.'
"Listen here you beaurocratic dog…", Toji stomps forward, "I'll give you some grace in case you mozied into the wrong part of the property but let it be known that we can and will fuck you up."
"And I'd heard that you were the most sensible one…", the man smirks with eyes that flare as if he's satisfied with this amount of pushback but for unsettling reasons.
Toji glares, "Yeah? Well you heard wrong fucker and that means you're off to a bad start."
Gojo chuckles to the giant's aggresssion, feeling akin to him more than ever.
Enjoying the brotherhood he feels from the other turned, Getou chews on his own input before sharing but as he's taking a step towards the new manager, Choso darts up in front of him. He thinks to pull the being back but as his hand hovers over the hybrid's shoulder, he feels Choso's rancourous energy electrifying his skin and pulls back, thinking, 'Holy shit, what's going on with Choso??'
The being, shorter in stature than this mysterious man still lines up face to face and looks up, "So you know who we are yet you're still here and think we will cower?"
The man's eyebrows anchor down but he stoicly shares, "I already know you three because of your profiles…', and glances at Toji, Suguru and Gojo, excluding Choso who he's learned very little of and is honestly intimidated by due to the darkness lurking in his energy. His instincts make it impossible to peel his eyes off of the hybrid. Satoru is obviously the strongest but there's something ominous about the being's aura that forces him to remain levelheaded and cautious.
Gojo poses back in with energy threateningly dancing around his hand, "How rude. You know us but we've nothing on you!", giggling to the craze swirling inside, "At least tell me your name so I can always place your voice when I reminisce over your screams..."
The man refrains from rolling his eyes but nonchalantly concludes with an elitst tone as he scoots by and heads towards the door, "I'm Hiromi Higuruma. Remember it. You'll want to."
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Elska hastily wraps the grey towel around her body and gets to her feet behind Naoya.
"STAY THE FUCK BACK CHONAN!", the blonde growls when it's obvious that his brother has been afflicted by her pheromones; he isn't about to let anything happen though, not to his princess.
Chonan hungrily stares at Elska because she's the only thing that cools the strange chaos he's enduring. He feels like he can't breathe but he willingly huffs up the scent. He's never held any true physical desires for the girl in front of him but for some reason, carnality now consumes him.
Elska narrows her eyes. It took her a moment to recognize the handsome man before her but she's now recalling him being the eldest brother she almost tore apart back in their old dorm room. She glares viciously, bearing her fangs as she views him from head to toe.
He's a little taller than Naoya and you can tell that he's the older of brothers but honestly, looks great for his age. Although he resembles her prince in features, Chonan has thick black hair that lies straight and over his ears. She even catches herself thinking he's almost like a mixture of Toji and Naoya with a flare of Naobito's ugliness in personality. She increases her presence maniacally, fed up with this pestering vermin who keeps coming after them, "You are brave for bearing ill intentions to my prince.", she relays in her lowly tone. "Brave or imbecilic."
"B-baby please, I will handle this.", Naoya uses his arm to keep her in shielding range but feels more like he's protecting his brother at this point. He too doesn't appreciate the idea of Chonan spying on them and only now wonders if Chonan himself was the crash he heard when her third wave erupted, thinking, 'Shit, so he was hit with two?', solidifying the low chances of Naoya getting through to him.
Chonan doesn't give any indication that he's going to pursue her and heaves in place against the wall. He's still not feeling right at all and is so bewildered by his own actions that he simply doesn't know how to react. When Naoya relaxes his stance however, Chonan uses his projection to zoom behind his brother, to her.
Elska topples over the benches and into the Zenin tile with the large man lunging on top of her. He's instantly groping her thighs and sucking on her neck, the idiocy brimming her with new intolerance. She opens her mouth in a sheer rage of this fool thinking he could get away with his actions but right as she is about to bite out a chunk of his face, multiple cracks can be heard following Chonan's cries.
Naoya yanks away his brother's arm to break his wrist and elbow, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!", he bellows while he then dislocates his glenohumeral joint. Satisfied by the wailing, he now grabs Chonan by the hair and drags him along the floor out of the bathroom, hoping he can handle this before Elska gets involved.
"She will fucking kill you, you idiot!", he harshly whispers over Chonan's protests, "You have no fucking idea how close that was!"
When he finally reaches the door, Naoya bends over to hoist Chonan to his feet but pins him against it by the collar. With absolute sincerity, Naoya explains to him, "If you keep this up, you will die.", and jolts him against the wood. "I don't know what the fuck your deal is, Chonan, but she is mine. Not yours. Not the clan's. You need to leave us alone and not come back. Consider yourself lucky because if the others saw what I just did, you'd already be without a head."
"Fuckyou, little Naoya.", Chonan scowls in defeat but isn't as mad as he may appear. He was originally trying to learn more about her abilities when he felt her ominous presence manifest, that's all. That scent however, was not part of the plan and he did not factor in for something so unusual. Most people would be afraid to even think about such a person as her after what she did to him and his men before but that terrifying experience made him understand why she's so valuable. If he wants to do what most eldest sons do and inherit the leadership, he knows he needs Elska to do it.
"Tch.", Naoya applies pressure to Chonan's throat, "Fuck you right back.", and uses his projection to punch his brother in balls. Hard. When the unwanted man doubles over in pain, Naoya opens the door and pushes him through it with his foot. "Mine.", he declares right before slamming it shut, appreciating the pathetic sight his brother was left in.
"N-naoya?", Elska was ready to dismember the intruder but has to calm her protective instincts. When Naoya appears to her, she drops the towel to hurriedly near him, throwing her arms around his neck. "That was very princely of you…", she grins against his lips before kissing them, adoring his devotion and chivalry. It was hot.
Naoya hums lovingly while their tongues collide and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around his waist so his hands are swift in placement to support her; they literally just experienced each other but he's already falling into another lustful stupor. It's as if he finally saved his damsel in distress, though he knows she would've mopped the floor with Chonan. When Elska nips his lip, thoughts of fighting disappear as it confirmes the ideation that its time for a round two which initiates his feet to take to the bed.
"No…", she breaks away to look down into his glowing eyes, "Take me back to where we were." His brow jump mischievously, conjuring a stream of giggles to pour from her. He walks them into the bathroom, over to the benches but she suggests that he be the one to lie down.
"Oh? My princess likes it when I defend her honor?", teasing as he gets comfortable and positioned. He bites his cheek when she removes the dampened and stretched out thong, all while her alluring eyes stick to him. She straddles one of his legs but then bends over to swallow his length and he can't help but look in the mirror.
Elska did this on purpose. She knows that he can see her orally perform but also view the rest of her in the reflection with the angle she chose. She never answers his question about defending honor with words but rather yearns to show him her appreciation. While still holding him in her mouth, she uses both hands to unify her hair for him to hold.
Naoya's in heaven.
"Fuuuuck…babbyy…", he moans when she glucks a few times, sending his body into tiny contortions. He assists her with his hips, peering down his nose to see her lips meet his abdomen. "Naughty little princess...", he smiles as the words leave his mouth, turning his view to the mirror and whimpers wantonly when he sees her clenching around nothing and how his previous load is beginning to leak. "Mmm…", he loves the very sight and it sends him into urgency to fill her again.
Elska is yanked off of his thigh and then pulled to be guided over top. She wipes her mouth as she finds her balance against the padded seats, more than ready to ride him. Naoya's half lidded, glowing gaze drives her wild as it always seems to. She leans down to press their lips together and works her way back down his girth. Feeling him slip in earned a cry, a sensual, deep, needing one and she unleashes it right in his ear.
"My poor baby…", he coos while bending his knees more and securing her against his chest. He gives her one full thrust that has her singing, "Does it feel good? Do you want more?"
She blurts out "Please, Master Naoya, yes!", so he sends a hand to the small of her back and steadies her while he juts his hips.
Elska clings to her prince as he wonderfully pummels her from below. Never in all her time would she think she'd be calling any man master, especially when she is truly one. Naoya has always affected her differently though and she's prompted of this as she feels two waves building up within her body. "Nao…ya…", she babbles into his chest, "Two…", but wasn't fast enough.
Naoya gets smacked with both waves and grits his teeth as they fuel his instincts. He slows his rhythm of merciless rocking, not only to catch his breath but so he could listen for any signs of them being walked in on. She eventually sits up though and braces herself against his chest to roll her hips so he too leans forward to catch her nipple between his lips and manipulates the other between the pads of his fingers. Her arousal is coating his entire lap and pants by this point, the sweet slushing of their mutual love resounding in the open space. He peers into the mirror to see them and thinks to shift himself a little. When he does, his brow furrows because he can watch himself disappear within her walls.
"Look baby…", Naoya turns her head and holds it there while he lifts his hips.
He's making her view at how they're connected and it honestly is something she's discovering she likes as well. She never gets to see this perspective; how perfect he looks inside of her or how they compliment each other. When he reaches and spreads one cheek, gripping the meat to expose everything his body is doing to hers, she liquifies. He then smacks her ass but he grips the skin again, soothing some of the sting.
"I have somany plans for these now…", he breathlessly informs her with a devious expression, thrilled with her obvious affinity to the mirrors. He halts her hips and pats her thigh to get up but once they do, he takes her hand a facilitates her bending over the benches, facing their reflection.
Naoya grabs his base and maneuvers his shaft between her cheeks, sandwiching his erection between them so he could stroke along her skin with his own. He observes her expressions morphing in the mirror and matches them with her sounds. Snaking an arm up between her breasts, his fingers secure her throat, "Now I can see my pretty princess from behind…" It takes him a couple of nudges but he's soon sloshing back into her while he folds his body over hers and they both moan.
Elska shuts her eyes out of pure reflex when she feels her orgasm creeping in. Naoya's in her ear though, coaxing her to open them with his deep, commanding voice so she does. His mounting and internal massaging already felt good enough but as she stares at him through fluttering lashes, the masterful glare he wears sends her over the edge.
Naoya sinks into her and momentarily stops to truly appreciate her contractions while she unravels. She seems to appreciate the reprieve too but he hits her with, "That's right princess…", he leaves a trail of kisses across her back, "Remember this moment the next time Getou tries to be slick." She clenches to his words so he starts thrusting again, gliding through the mess, "I will be damned if he has you…"
One of his fingers is taken into her mouth and as he watches her melt to his impacts, he repositions himself to climb over top of her.
Elska's eyes take in how they look together, how she bounces against the nudging benches as her prince rails her. She half wonders if maybe she shouldn't cause this situation more often because Naoya's domineering enthusiasm has her at his mercy. Their eyes meet in mirror again and her prince gifts her with deep slow strokes while he kisses the side of her face, humming his ecstasy.
"You're so wet princess…", he seductively lushes into her ear, "I'll have to tell him…"
Her whimpers in response certify that she's getting into his salacious jealousy.
"Maybe I should fuck you in front of him too. I bet he'd hate to see how willing you are for Toji and me.", he threatens before turning her face to him. His brow furrows immeasurably to her flustered face, how her watering eyes peer up to him and invade the soul he's now aware of. Naoya forces their lips together when she cries out, muffling her saccharine sounds as he pumps his hips. That little idea turned him on more than he expected and has left him with actually wanting to do it.
There's literally nowhere else he'd rather be, no one else he'd rather be with. Her legs begin quaking, her top half folding over, causing a feral grin to plaster his face. He postures upright while wrenching his fingers around her hips, chasing his own release while granting her another. One of his hands tangles into her hair, pulling her back as he props a foot onto the bench, changing his angle.
Elska is running out of steam but that's not to be mistaken for displeasure. Her body is streaming with wonderful sensations, her mind and heart invested in his attitude. The grip he holds her with is much harsher than he's ever performed in the past but her eyes glow and share the bliss she's unable to articulate.
Naoya demands, "Look at me baby…", and her radiating eyes find him, instantly breaking his endurance as they both are rushed with bliss.
As their overstimulated moans trail through the room, he remains inside, wrapping his arms around her to feel the clamminess of their sticking skins. His thrusts are nearly nonexistent, his body is still reeling from releasing contents again so soon.
Elska heaves in place, against the benches. "My…", she pants with satisfaction, "…prince…"
He chuckles into her ear, still collecting himself as well but when adjusts his arms to wrap near her face, she forms her fangs and sensually sinks them into him. His sweetness could make her cry but it instead entices a whimper as it flows across her tongue. His wonderful moans reverberate off her shoulder, he even fights back a little by weakly pumping his defeated length. She groans invitingly when she can feel his daggers skipping across her skin, becoming curious to learn how it would go if they fed off each other at the same time.
Naoya doesn't even think about anything but feels compelled by the same curiosity and simply bites down. The conversion of this incredible chain that circulates both of their emotions, recycling through them in an insanely overpowering trance-inducing fashion, occupies his mind while he drinks.
Thoughts such as, 'This feels...different.', prompt his awareness.
Suddenly, a sweetness crosses his consciousness but he's somehow instantly aware that it's his own flavor, but it's been fed to him through her perspective. It's hard to explain, but immediately after that, his mind goes blank for a moment until a nurturing warmth circulates through them both but then, something appears inside of head.
Behind his eyes, there's an image of tiny bud that's in its first stages of life, not even close to blooming. He can't quite nail down the sensation that's flushing through his veins but the sight of it brings a feeling similar to the frenzy, but without the violence.
'Does she feel this too?', he wonders to the blaring way it steals his body.
Elska almost removes her teeth but instead arches her back as the calamity and chaos building within.
'COMPLETE IT.'
Her eyes shoot open with a blinding glow that quickly catches Naoya's attention and ends his feeding. He turns her over, yanking her teeth out of him, frantically studying her face but seems to become less restless when she smiles.
"BABY! ARE YOU OKAY?!", he jostles Elska a little, "That energy! Was it you!?"
"That was…", she raises a hand to cup his cheek, "…I believe part of another ritual."
But its strange because although it felt familiar, she didn't fully understand what the ancestral voice was meaning, unlike in the past. She asks her prince, "Did you…", hesitancy chaining her curiosity, "Naoya? Did you happen...to see a plant?"