Worlds Away (JJK AU)

As he approaches the designated location of where the bag-and-grab is taking place, he's also hanging up his phone for the 3rd time.

 "For the love of God why are they not answering? These fucking twats…such a simple job...", he checks his phone again. Nothing. "I probably should've just handled this one.", he regrets.

He enters the building, hoping to go unnoticed. Kind of hard though when you are him though. Everyone knows who he is, or at least they should. He's the next big thing, designated to lead the largest of of the 3 Major Clans.

Naoya Zenin.

The woman at working the front desk seems to be witted enough and bows her head, stroking his irritated ego. Walking into the elevator he shuffles and chooses level 9, hoping that no one else will need to share this ride. "Filth.", he sneers, peering around the lobby while the doors converge to remove the dingy display. He scoffs, 'What drab decor. Is this woman even worth it?', while walking out of the elevator and stopping to look both ways down the hall. Pulling out his phone to see if he missed anything, he's greeted with disappointment. 

"God damn it, still no response?! How fucking incompetent. This is beneath me.", At this point, he's practically growling, angered for having to come all this way when he paid a pretty penny for this little scandal.

He approaches the section of hallway where the room is supposed to be located, walking quietly because better safe than sorry, Naoya's aware that something isn't right here. His men haven't returned any of his calls or messages; a minute part of him growing worried over the possibility that they took her and ran.

He would find them, that's not the issue; he just doesn't want to deal with any of that.

His eyes meet a room without a door. Taking his phone back out, he double checks the room number. "Yep.", he sighs. "I guess this is the one..." He steps inside over large chunks of splinters of what used to provide security.

He takes in the first room, eyes wide while bringing his draping sleeve up to cover his nose.

"What the fuck happened here?", he asks, astonished and bewildered by stench and scene.

As he slowly investigates, he maneuvers his eyes around the room but is bringing them back to the floor often to do his best to avoid wearing any of the blood that's practically coating the place. He sees feathers everywhere, clumped and hardened by the red essence which forces him to stop and hastily whisper, "OKAY, What the FUCK happened here?"

Down the hall he comes across an area leading into the kitchen. He begins to hear noises so he slows his pace even more, consciously placing each step down in a balanced manner. Crouching down, he peers around the base of the counters just outside of the kitchen. That's when he sees them.

The Elska girl, his goal, is straddling a large man who is sitting to the floor on his knees. 'Well that didn't take her very long now did it?', he asks himself, amused by how quickly she seems to have moved on from Gojo. All women were like that to him but he does believe they are truly good for some things; those things just aren't always good themselves.

He sees one of his men, butchered to hell near them, 'Well I guess there's my answer...' He angrily exhales once mauling over the situation and realizes why he was met with silence upon trying to make contact.

"But what is she doing?", he whispers to himself, perplexed by the pair's interactions.

Elska has her head buried into the man's neck but she's blocking his view of the man's face and most of his body; the countertops not helping either.

"Naughty girl…", he draws it out under his breath, narrowing his amber eyes on the free show with a perverse grin.

After what seems like forever, she's finally bringing her head up from the guy's neck and a viciously sweet moan sings from her in the same motion, catching the Naoya completely off guard. What he then sees bewilders him even further.

'TOJI?! What the fuck is Toji doing here? Did he make this mess? He knows damn well that he's fucking around with the target. If he had her so compliant already, why wouldn't he just bring her in? He's wasting my fucking time!', the younger, arrogant man now stews suspiciously.

Elska seems to have caught her breath now and is staring at the giant. Naoya doesn't know what it is that Toji is seeing but he's never seen Fushiguro with that expression before; it's almost like he he's having a hard time believing his eyes.

'It's not the girl herself, nothing has changed really since I arrived. Maybe its her expression?', he patiently wonders.

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"You've seen my eyes like this before, haven't you?" She's asks while still composing her breaths, trying to collect herself from the rush of taking in Toji's blood. Fushiguro may not have cursed energy but there is something powerful about his essence and its coupled with an enjoyable tang. It should've taken a lot more than what she fed on to heal her this well and so soon at that but with her mind racing, Elska glances down at her stomach, briefly wondering when the knife came out.

"Yes doll, I have seen them before...just never this close.", Toji brutishly pushes the hair away from her face to see their glow a little better. It's not as if here whole cornea was dipped in red now, but more like it was shaded over with a brightly speckled wine. He's always thought they were interesting, attractive even. They also dance in hues of burgundy during missions which is where he has seen this fire before, 'But damn is it different when a few inches away...'

His hand is still cradling the side of her face while his other arm remains secured around her waist, holding her in place on his thighs. They just sit there, looking at each other in an odd, novel comfort. Elska is trying to decipher everything she just tasted, letting all of the feedback rack around in her brain while her senses regulate. Some of the what she's sifting through doesn't add up though and it kind of troubles her. She doesn't like the story his flavor indicates; there's something really bad going on with Toji internally.

Toji, on the other hand, is looking at her and attempting to figure out why he isn't trying to take her right here, right now. That was his plan, right? He was supposed to claim her this evening, finally make her his own. After feeling that, that fucking bite, who wouldn't want to combine the two?

Toji understands now. He gets it.

Once he gazes over Elska though, he finds himself unable to deny how precious she is to him despite his barbaric plans. Gifted with her gentility and naive acceptance, the tension in his body begins to drain away.

"T-Thank you for saving me, Toji.", Elska's eyes have shifted away from his and are looking nervously down into her lap. She still doesn't remember everything that took place but as she sneaks a peek around at the now completely ruined apartment, she can imagine a few ideas.

Enjoying the way they are, Toji doesn't want to ruin it by being too forceful. So much happened so fast tonight. He has the rest of his days to continue down that lustful path, he's sure this newfound relaxed form wasn't going to remain on him forever. But at least for the moment, he wants to stay and just be; realizing how satisfied he is with just this and her for now. She leans forward again, resting her head on his shoulder so he follows with adjusting his arms to sneakily try to bring her in a little closer.

As Elska begins to try and recall the events of the evening, she's brought back to the two intruders and their conversation; they were talking about Satoru.

"Sati…", she almost silently cries.

Toji heard her, although would rather pretend that he didn't. He's sure that she's thinking none of that would've happened had Gojo been there. If she was, then that would've been the truth.

"Wait a minute...", Toji's mind is struck with clarity and is this when he sits upright and turns to look at the slumped over flesh pile of man that was caught up in Elska's wings. His eyes widen with confirmation. "Oh shit…", he mumbles under his breath.

He definitely knows that guy and now it all makes more sense.

But that means that there's only one of two people that could've issued this attack, 'But why wasn't I told about it?', he begrudgingly asks himself. As he tries to hide his recent revelation, he turns his attention back to Elska who is still sitting in his lap with her head on his shoulder. 'Are either of those two around?', he takes a deep breath and wonders, scanning around the room with adrenaline, just wanting to be sure; his hold around her protectively tightening.

"Doll, hey...we need to move. Are you okay?", Toji nudges her a little after comprehending that she actually hasn't made any noise in a few minutes. She doesn't budge so he jostles his own body around a little, extending the movement to her. He feels her tense up.

"Elska?", his voice exuding concern.

She finally raises her face, eyes meeting his. She looks like she's in pain, or is holding back from crying. He realizes that it's probably over Satoru.

"Toji…", she peaks with a trembling voice.

"Everything is going to be alright doll. You're safe now…" He innocently, for him, hugs her closer, "I'm not letting a damn thing touch you."

"Toji… You have to get back.", she warns fearfully, her tone full of untold dread.

"What is that scent?", Toji's demeanor begins to change as the slightest sweet aroma tickles his olfactory nerve. He readjusts himself upward, tensely as he's trying to narrow in on this strange yet faintly familiar smell. It's not bad, no, he actually likes it, he just can't currently put a finger on what it is.

Using his eyes to follow his nose, he inhales and turns his head slowly from one side to the other. Half way through he stops, facing her, zeroed in on the culprit. Mystified, he looks up at Elska and her expression is wild. 

'Fuck, is it her? Is she about to...-', but Toji's thought is cut short.

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 Naoya is still stealthily crouching behind the counters trying to compile this whole situation. He genuinely doesn't understand how to make sense of the these two in front of him.

'Wasn't Toji just complaining that he wasn't getting anywhere with her?' He wonders to himself, eyes addressing the pair, 'To me, it looks like he's gotten a little too far.'

Naoya doesn't know Elska at all nor much about her other than the fact that she's Gojo's girl and she is considered extremely unique, he just can't see why. Sure she's cute, from what he can tell behind the counters, but why all of this madness over the girl? All he really knew is Getou said she would breed something beautiful, something strong and he does like the sound of that. With him being the next head of his clan, it's planned out for Getou will give Elska to him for the political favor. He's fine with it; a wife is a wife. She just needs to be a dutiful one.

He listens to more saccharine sounds leaving Elska again and then witnesses a bright red glow reflecting off of Toji's face. 'What are they doing now?', he wonders, becoming flustered by her suggestive sounds.

Suddenly though, Naoya feels this invisible wave travel through his body, it begins in his head and runs downward until every atom of him has been bathed in this strange energy. 'What is that scent?', upset birthed by this confinement felt in his lungs.

 He's burning up.

His chest tightens.

 He can't breathe.

Suddenly amidst his panic, he see's something that completely eases his mind, something that cools this insidious heat upon visual recognition.

It's her.

Naoya doesn't understand why he feels compelled to tackle her, pin her down, to invade her but he does. He buries his head into his hand, overcome with innate sexual aggression, as the his battle for sanity takes an unsuspecting turn for the worse 'What is happening right now?!'

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Elska knew it was too late, that the power of those fucking pheromones would be her ruin. She didn't want to go down this road. Her heart belongs to Gojo.

'…Sati.'.

Elska's seemingly evolved body system has a biological failsafe but it's not all its cracked up to be. When she loses too much blood, becomes too overly stimulated or when she takes in a large amount of blood that her body hasn't adjusted to, she will automatically emit pheromones. These pheromones will engulf her within a reasonable radius that will draw out humans (the effect is stronger on the opposite sex but not exclusive to them) to her to ensure that she will be able feed and regulate. The way the humans are affected slightly varies but usually it involves a sexual undertone since that's a quicker and easier way to reach the carnal desire incited by the scent.

She may not know it but her kind actually does play with their food.

Elska jumps up from Toji who is now opening his emerald eyes after being hit with the pheromones. She's worried about what she can really do to stop him as he exhales slowly and shakily. Her physiology is also making her crave him too, 'Can I even stop myself?', she has to ask as her mind betrays her and images of him on top of her swarm her imagination almost automatically. The thought of being crushed under his weight leaves goosebumps all along her limbs, while thoughts such as, 'These fucking pheromones…', destroy the illusion.

The calm face she recognized a few minutes ago has been replaced with lustful green gaze that follows from her eyes to her feet, back to her eyes. She's frozen in place. She sees the complete switch in demeanor as Toji now appears to have gone completely feral.

He stands up and approaches Elska following the glow of her eyes. He raises his right hand and roughly snatches her by the throat, pulling her against him. He holds her there as she winces; glaring through his narrowed eyes from above with all of his teeth showing in the widest grin she has ever seen on him. He lets out a deep groan, like he's using a new language to tell her she's about to be split in half. Still frozen, 'How the hell am I supposed to win against him?', apprehensively bounces through her mind. She attempts to coax her feet backwards and away from him in fear of what he may do. She is not naïve enough to mistake him for a gentle giant, especially with the fucking pheromones.

Toji...please...lis-...", but her view abruptly changes from looking up at the giant to seeing sideways with the man that was stuck on her wings now in front of her. She's been knocked to the ground.

'Not good. Not good. Not good.'

'Did Toji hit me?', she's unsure. Does she feel any pain? She can't tell. Her pheromones are trying to make her seek out pleasure and sustenance alone.

 What a sick body.

As she tries to get up, she realizes she's pinned.

"Toji, please think about this!", she pleas incessantly, oblivious to what Toji had planned for her earlier in the evening. Even if it was Toji holding her down, with the amount of lust he already harbors for her it wasn't likely she was going to get through to him anyways. Elska becomes dazed when she sees Toji in front of her and how he's glaring down behind her, snarling the name of the culprit.

"Naoya…"

 As if that was enough of and introduction, a deep foreign voice now flutters into her ear, "Hello my dear," the Zenin takes a deep breath, huffing up the scent, "Be a good girl and come with us, won't you?", his tone audacious.

He speaks about going somewhere but all he's doing is repositioning over her pushing her into the blood slicked tile. He's straddling her now.

'Who is this guy? What is he talking about?! Why isn't Toji helping?'

She can't use her wings yet, Toji's blood healed most of her body but it did not replenish all of her strength.

Naoya goes to grab both of her arms, wrestling them behind her until he can tame both with one hand. He uses the other hand to roam her back, ass and breasts, groping like he has a desensitized touch. Becoming more and more excited he also begins to grind into her, using the hand sinching her wrists against her back as support. He hears her soft noises and they send a wave of authority through him with it not mattering to him if they were sounds of pleasure or protest. He leers down and over her using his free hand now to turn her head so he can finally see her face. He wants her bad enough in this moment without having seen it so he figures he deserves that.

He has to see.

Toji takes a few steps closer, still glaring at his younger cousin behind her, carefully observing him. The currently chemistry altered Toji is torn between wanting to rip that undeserving cunt off of her and watching.

The Zenin wrestles to keep Elska crammed against the floor but she's putting up more resistance than he anticipated. "Stop fighting me, you should feel honored to-", his eyes curiously study Elska opening her mouth near his hand, "Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing bii—ahh", Naoya struggles to finish any words. He can't think of any words. But holy fuck can he feel.

Toji belts out a sadistic laugh at the sight, 'That boy has no idea what he's in for.' Luckily, he feels some of himself return as he speaks to himself. He's pretty annoyed that he had to wait so long to experience Elska's teeth when Naoya is just gifted with it but Toji understands why she's doing it though. She's smart.

In a last-ditch effort to break away from what could very possibly have been her last chance before getting assaulted, Elska decided to bite the mystery man. She would have preferred to use her molar to chunk the fucker's digit right off but as satisfying as that would've felt for 5 seconds, who knows what force would've been used to retaliate. She's not at her best so instead, she grants him the other extreme, pure pleasure, in hopes that he would be subdued long enough for her to get from underneath him.

'Thank God the door is already broken down', she vaguely recalls hearing Toji sack through it with a sigh; but she will have to save that sigh of relief for when she had time to experience it.

After piercing him, Elska was expecting the intruder to taste like shit, such as most others with horrible personalities. To her surprise though, similar to Toji, this man also tastes powerful. So powerful, warm and…sweet? She wasn't aware that this was a possibility. 'Sooo sweet…HOW?', she feels her eyes widen as she moans to his delectability.

Elska is able to taste his current thoughts and emotions through his blood. This man is bearing the emptiest heart she's ever known but is also somehow swirling with feelings. Nothing about him adds up as he's far more cryptic than Toji. With Toji, she was just worried about being right with what she found, that darkness that lies within him.

'Maybe if I have a little more…', she's convinced that she needs it now. Was it the pheromones, the unprecedented events that were filling the night, or was it this attacker? Who is he?

"What did Toji call him?', she still hasn't even seen his face. Elska attempts to roll over on her back hoping that while he's in this vulnerable state, she can take advantage and bite him a second time from a more accessible area.

Naoya feels her trying to reposition underneath him. Not wanting to break the link of skin and teeth they're connected by, he helps her by adjusting his weight the best he can. To his dismay, he doesn't want to look at her though, not anymore. He's currently in her wonderful grip but he's also pretty freaked out by this chick. He doesn't understand anything that's occurred since entering this apartment, why he crawled on her like this, why he's keeping her there. All he currently knows is that he just wants keep going but then the euphoria dies.

Naoya immediately snaps his eyes down to hers in frustration, forgetting his obstinance regarding discovering her appearance and is now forced to impassively take in her beauty. His sharp inhale stutters as a type of fear flocks through his organs while iterating over her unusually stunning expression. Elska's doe-eyeing him as she holds his same hand with her two, as if to make sure he's okay with her doing so, okay to bite again.

"You...", Naoya's voice armors with dominance, "If you're asking for my permission then you might be better wife material than I originally thought." There's something so natural about her submission to him that its almost alarming. He speaks it inches away from her face, in a low riling tone "Go ahead baby, place your lips to me again...I'll allow it.", the idea of being arranged with her does not seem nearly as bad now.

'WIFE? BABY?! Who does this guy think he is?!!', bewildered by the statement, Elska fails to respond out of sheer shock. They don't even know each other in the slightest.

He's probably around her age, 28, but she can't really tell as its clear that he takes care of himself. He has light blonde hair seems dyed; the tips hanging shades darker. His hair seems overall pretty short in the back but the front hangs above and around his eyes. His eyes themselves are so light brown and gold that they seem like amber, or honey even. His eye shape is sharp and angled so prominently that she asks herself if he's wearing eyeliner but after scrutiny, discerns that he's simply born with great structure. If she didn't know any better, she might have even assumed him to be on the more feminine side based off appearance; this current predicament however should be a testament otherwise.

Elska carefully brings his wrist to her mouth, watching him closely for any sudden movements. He may be doing the same, sizing her up. He's not giving her any kind of resistance though, more like he's waiting in unbridled anticipation.

What a strange dynamic this has already become.

Against her better judgement, she notes how the intruder's eyes do not feel ominous or heavy, not like they were when she couldn't see them. At this very moment this peculiar, somewhat handsome stranger just appears like he's longing for her in the most intimate of ways.

'How much of a threat is he?'

His amber eyes are half lidded, his breaths quickening; something that she feels quickly becomes too intimate, but, 'I've got him. I'll be able to extract more information and leave…'.

Still not breaking eye contact with Naoya, she buries her teeth into his wrist. To her surprise his essence flowing into her incites another moan due to his taste but she's not wishing to entice him any further since she knows she playing with fire here. It's so strange though that this man was trying to force himself on her not even 5 minutes ago and now he's awarding her the sweetest gaze he may be capable of.

'This chick...', Naoya folds his body forward a little, unintentionally leaning closer to her and hovering over in reaction to the pleasure flowing through him. He's never felt anything like this before, not even close. It feels so fucking incredible, whatever it is that she's doing to him but he still is not quite comfortable with how it scatters his brain and causes him to be unable to think straight.

He leans in further, aiming for the crook of her neck, 'What has...gotten into me?' He begins kissing the areas he can reach, occasionally sliding his tongue out to trace along the skin.

'Who the fuck is this minx?', his sporadic mind searches for an explanation for this ability of hers that has him melting quite literally in the palm of her hand. Naoya proceeds to bring his right knee up and slides it in between her legs, following with the left leg, spreading her open.

'Why am I doing this?!', He's now settled in her thighs, shifting his body in alignment to hers while slowly adding his weight by resting his bulge into her. 'How does she do that? What kind of witchy shit is this?!', he feels like his body is moving on its own as he gears up to ravage her.

He begins to move towards her ear, kissing and biting all the way to her lobe where he groans in his deep voice. She tries to hide her whimper but Naoya caught it and feels compelled to ask "Do you like that, you naughty girl?", growing in his pants for all of her similar sounds.

Fuck he wants her.

He takes his free hand and grabs her knee, pushing it outward and flat against the floor so he can easily trace his fingers upward along her inner thigh. Before, he wasn't sure if wanted to fuck her or run but now being settled between her legs like this, he's pretty sure he knows what he wants.

"Elska Oda...", his own words riling his very core with intrigue; amber eyes flashing down to her mauve panties only to dry his throat with thirst.

'This is my chance!', she thinks when he shows signs of advancement and uses his awkward distribution of weight in an attempt for foreplay against him; throwing off his balance. After scrambling to get up she receives some cuts on her arms from the broken glass imbedded in the floors but she commando crawls, pulling her legs from underneath him until she's on her feet and sprinting for the open door. She does a quick scan of the room and is only now realizing that Toji is gone.

'When did he leave?', she brokenly wonders, 'He really left me with that guy…', the tears form from this assumed betrayal but she quickly regains focus.

Thunderous howls rumble from the blonde man who huffs and demands for her to come back.

Like that ever works.

She continues running, opting for the stairs this time, skipping every other step and occasionally a third when she reaches a landing. It almost feels child-like but its too bad that this was all far from innocent. Finding her way outside, Elska starts running aimlessly; just wanting to get away. She has to put distance between her and that mysterious blonde man.

Toji doesn't reveal himself as he watches her run out of the building. He as well is trying to wrap his mind around what just happened up there.

Him and Naoya were completely overrun by the pheromones.

'That could've gone really bad…or really good…', depends on perspective. Toji knew when he was high off the scent that he was going to annihilate Elska if he got ahold of her; he remembers the feeling vividly.

He'd rather go about this a different way though, he's not trying to just have her once and the more he learns about Elska, the more he understands Gojo.

"Hell's freezing over", he jokes to himself, shaking his head to actually understanding that smug fuck's perspective; the giant always assumed Satoru to simply be crazy. 

Toji cannot let her just go around unprotected with a whacked-out system like that, 'And plus, she's going to need someone to regularly feed from…'He knows he is going to have to make a choice on where he stands and soon.

But it sounds like he already has.