Worlds Away (JJK AU)

"You missed…", Elska pants heavily into a smile, breaking their meeting of the lips, "…the room!"

When Toji unwinds into a soft chuckle and spins them into a 180, she finds herself quietly squealing when he playfully squeezes her rear while in his hold. With her back facing the direction they're heading, Elska adores his features as he retraces the unnecessary steps taken. Right before he stops in front of her door, he glances to her with a licentious grin in response to her obvious attentiveness.

Compelled to act, Toji presses her against it's flat surface, feeling her legs automatically tighten over his hips. He leans into her slowly as their eyes lock, him only altering his view to see her lips which he needs to be attached to. With a measured and tender motion, the giant brings their mouths together and groans to the melodious mewls that cascade into his ears. After securing his left arm underneath her again, he fumbles his right hand to find the knob. He grunts with accomplishment when the door creaks open, walking them through it and into her dark room while not being able to forfeit their kiss for sight.

Elska reaches behind Toji to push the door closed and begins blindly swatting for the light switch until she finally flips it on. The cool air stings her skin as he leaves a trail of wet kisses down her neck but the heat from his breath causes her to sweat in exhilaration. Clinging to strands of his hair, she whimpers and pines when he nibbles into the crook of her neck. She's still concerned with him showing up with a giant blade sticking through his chest but now that he's healed and on fire, the abilities to raise these questions stray. Instead, in a plundering whisper she calls to him, "My beloved…", and crashes her lips back down into his when he looks back at her.

"Doll, I need you…", he murmurs against her skin, grazing his nose along her soft cheek while taking in her natural scent. Toji carps into her ear, savoring the impulsive passion that radiates from her very pores.

"I need you more.", she moans out, panting thoroughly, "And I'll always need you, Toji."

Toji's brow furrows as the mixture of calamity and peace mingle in reaction to her words. He feels resurrected despite the reopened metaphorical wounds caused by Sachiko all while the stitches Elska sutures into him threaten to wring apart. He pulls away from his doll only enough to navigate them towards the bed, lowering her down to her feet once beside it.

Elska eagerly slides off the golden robe, forgetting until that moment that it was Suguru's. She rolls it neatly with her arms and sets it over on the couch but feels a wave of warmth travel through her when she perceives Toji affectionately studying with patience. Upon turning to walk back towards him, she pulls of her sports bra and tosses it the side and bites her lip, wishing to entice him with the motion.

When Toji friskily lunges at her to scoop her by the waist and massage her breasts, she yelps into a sweet giggle. Elska pushes against his chest, him allowing her efforts force him to fall and sit on the edge of the bed. His heart still agonizes but as Elska looks down to him with not only physical desire but with the offering of her boundless love, Toji almost feels like everything might really be okay. He looks at her shorts and shoots a sly smile, her raising an eyebrow and asking, "Oh, these?", before slowly shimmying them down to her ankles to step out of them.

Elska could make a complaint about his pants being on but instead she straddles Toji's lap, feeling incredibly small in his embrace. Thirsting, she widens her legs and sends a hand down between them, searching for his member. While staring into his illuminating eyes, she strokes him through his slacks a few times and voraciously grinds herself against his bulge. She expected him to respond but the ravenous groan her beloved exudes causes Elska to instantly shudder and melt even more. Toji's large hands can soon be felt coordinating in a manner to lift her up enough to tug his pants down to his thighs, now freeing his throbbing erection that she can't help but falter when presented with it. He scoots back a little more on the bed but remains sitting upright while trying to use his legs to kick off the clothing that threatens to confine his movements.

Elska climbs off of him and kneels on her knees to pull the clothing from his feet. He gives her an odd look but as she stands and places her hands on his thighs she tells him, "I can bend for you too, Toji…" His eyes soften and he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, causing her to kiss the pad of his hand.

'Maybe this is okay…maybe this is where I'm supposed to be…', Toji's lost in wonderment to her gesture and the weight of her words. As they stare into each other's eyes, his heart screams past the surface and before he can realize it, he's listening to his own voice demand, "Promise me you'll never leave."

Elska could've given a quick answer but there's a profound anguish lurking in Toji's tone. She brushes her nails along his scalp but trains on him with concerned eyes, "My beloved…where's this coming from?" It hurts to imagine what he's going through in regards to his first wife so Elska wants to be the support that helps him conquer anything he wishes.

Toji exhales through his nose and gently hangs his hand off of her wrist, sliding it to her fingers now on the side of his face, "Doll, just promise me…please…" He's embarrassed for asking but the strife and torment he's experiencing forces him to make this superficially simple request, "I...I just need to you to say it..."

Elska fights the watering of her eyes and blinks to see him clearly. She takes her other hand and holds his head before her so his attention can only be of her. She sniffles once but collects herself and is able to sincerely say, "My beloved, you need to know that I couldn't bear to live without you.", she leans down to kiss him deeply and almost inaudibly whispers, "I will never leave you, no matter what. You are my beloved..."

Toji's emotions swell until they burst and he finds himself pulling Elska between his legs while resting his head against her chest; vision, watery. He listens to her heartbeat and allows it to soothe all of his anxieties while delicately gliding his hands up and down her body. His brain knows better that to assume his woes over Sachiko will simply disappear after this but his entirety understands that Elska means what she says. He's completely emotive over her response, impassioned by the significance of not only their created bond but the depths of their unmitigated affection for each other. Once he's sure that his tears have disappeared, he looks back up to her and swears they may have fallen in love all over again. Without anything else spoken, she salaciously smashes her lips into his, both of them breathing heavily into the other while skin is gripped, felt and tongued.

Elska's heart feels so incredibly full that she fears it will explode. She's gathering now that Sachiko is likely the one that stabbed her beloved and although that infuriates her beyond sanity's recognition, she's currently more preoccupied with reinforcing Toji and helping him fully comprehend how much he's treasured. He tries to pull her onto his lap again but she resists, placing her hands back on his thighs, "I think my beloved needs some special attention…", she smiles into his lips, grabs him up and begins pumping her hand; basking in his guttural moans.

Toji's brow bends once more but this time in ample loving lust to to the sensation of her soft fingers wrapping around and caressing him so vivaciously. She ghosts her lips over his own but kisses the scarred corner of his mouth before backing away. Toji feels like she's studying him to find what he enjoys the most but little does she know, he's a fan of everything she administers.

While their eyes remain locked, she steps back but bends over to drag her lips across his tip, causing his to part in anticipation. He reaches forward to grab her hair as she opens her mouth and takes him in, the sight beautiful as she strains. His length jumps when he meets her throat but she somehow squeezes him down farther. A purely pleasurable sigh leaves Toji's lips, he can't even help it, the raw fervor she awakens within him evolves into something vulgar.

After a few warm up prods, he observes as Elska begins to bob her head and the lewd noises alone make him hum. She keeps trying to force more of him down her throat but he's positive he should let her control the movement, until she applies pressure through his hand over her head. Toji's jaw hangs until he rolls his lips through his teeth as if it would assist his aim as he cautiously moves his hips with the hold she asked for. With hesitancy dwindling, he wantonly sighs when she begs for him to take control so he decides to give her one good thrust but then...she gags severely. He instantly regrets it and snaps out of the trance he was falling into but when she brings her head up for air, her expression reads gratification.

After a few light coughs, Elska wipes her face and sloppily rubs his tip across her lips; his eyes are so concerned and then, intense; she's positive she'd feel them even if the lights were off. In a heated response to his worried demeanor she coyly asks, "My beloved Toji, do you not like being rough with me?", trying to instigate.

Toji's eyebrows jump in surprise while he stumbles over words, "No...well...I uh…Doll?", her eyes flash hues which conveys that she's wanting him to let loose. With a new air of carnality brewing in his veins, he comes to terms with the tarnished reality that...he would actually love to.

Toji takes a deep breath while that nearly foreign desire creeps along his thoughts, moving his limbs into grabbing her hair and standing them both up. He searches the room for the perfect place to engage this animalism and carefully grabs her by the throat to lead her into the bathroom with Elska blatantly relishing over his demeanor. She makes this helpless little face that causes Toji to feel like he's partially living his original fantasy of claiming her; his eyes lighting up to the suggested debauchery.

He first flips on the light and looks her over with a devious grin, surging Elska with thrill. She watches him turn on the water in the tub and then place the stopper down so it can fill. After, he backs her into the sink but turns her around so that she's facing the mirror in front of him. Toji moans into her ear which steals a whimper from her immediately but it doesn't stop there. His thick fingers massage their way between her legs but his other hand is steadying her gaze so that he can watch her face morph. His digits alone give her goosebumps, the sensation of them pushing through her walls while the others grip her chin charming her body automatically.

He groans into her ear while smearing her arousal, "Look at this pretty doll, dripping for the big bad wolf…", biting her lobe as she gasps. Toji retrieves his dampened hand and lifts Elska's right knee onto the high countertop, making it now possible for him to align himself into her. "You're just so little…", he taunts, sliding his hardened flesh through her crevices, teasing everything he can see. Her hips twitch as he grazes her openings, him loving how sensitive she is and stirring his shaft along them both to see how she wriggles. He's not going to try to pick up where they left off as a group but he will certainly play with her since she's obviously into it. While staring at her flustered face through the mirror, he nudges his tip past her lower lips and moans when she cries out delightfully. While carefully slipping through, he asks, "Is that what my doll wants?", knowing very well what the answer is.

Elska arches her back and leans her face into the wall beside them as she's gradually split, "Yess…Toji, yes.", but they sound more like pleas rather than fulfillment. His right hand grips her hip and steadies them as he thrusts a little deeper, her eyes closing before they roll back into her head and she's gasping mercilessly, "My beloved…please…", she begs, "…fuck me."

Toji begins deeply stroking into her, them both enduring her zealous stretching. He fondles her breasts with his left hand while pulling her with his right, submerging completely within. Her cries of pleasure sway him in their nuance, compelling him to press his entire length through her. She pants heavily in front of him but reaches behind to grip into his hair and moans his name while greedily throwing her hips back. Toji chuckles to Elska's impatience and removes himself from her entirely, watching the questions fire off through her needing face.

"Tojiiiiiiiii…"

Enjoying her whine, the giant whispers into her ear while rubbing his slickened girth over both of her holes, "Oh I'm going to take you doll…", he presses against her second entrance just to see how she reacts, "…I just want to work you up a bit more.", playfully seething while she gives him the indication to proceed. When Toji looks down though, he's reiterated by the fact that he's too big but can't help but love how she'd be willing if he was wanting to anyway. Her thighs begin to shake so he thinks this probably isn't the most comfortable position and guides her leg back down from the sink.

Elska shakes her lower half in front of him, tantalized by his length brushing against her skin. She sees through the mirror that he's widening his stance to be lower and smiles to his calloused hand wrapping around her throat. She mouths through the mirror, "Please…", trying to stand on the tips of her toes, to assist him in the angle and cries out his name when finds his way back in.

Toji's pace rapidly increases along with the verbal acknowledgment of his bliss. She hears him fumbling through words such as "love you", "perfect", and even "my cock", the corrupting tone he relays them in only adding to his drenched sword. He pulls out again though and yanks towels down from the shelf to layer them onto the floor. She stands and watches him execute this task with complete focus, wondering where he's going with this.

Toji shifts down to his knees and taps his thinly made makeshift cushioning, "Come here, doll…", he demands with an alluring smile. He hates to admit it but there's still a piece of him that exists who thoroughly loves the idea of ramming Elska into a creamy smiling stupor. He would never hurt her of course; he doesn't need to in order to feel like the man she's brought him to be.

Toji keenly watches her lower to her hands and knees with a gleam in her eye that speaks volumes. He's biting his lip as she arches her rear in the air and rests her face against the floor to touch herself.

"Mmmmm….damn, doll...", he hungrily shares while posturing himself behind her, soon teasing his tip in and out of her to see how much he forces her to widen.

But then Toji sinks his hips until they're pressed against her thighs and stays like that while enjoying her sloshed warming. He gasps when she puts her hands against the wall to hammer against him and witnesses his glossy member reaming through her. She's whimpering commands for him take her, a smile plastering his face when she instantly buckles from his assistance. Elska's body temperature heats up and when the slight scent seeps from her his conduct becomes subservient to her needs.

Elska feels her upper body being lifted back as Toji secures her wrists with one large hand. He holds her in place by her chin and arms, now latching his fangs into her neck while he proceeds to jut into her with thunderous haste. She's left to bounce from his impacts and unravels to the additional aggression, his name resounding off of the bathroom walls and only challenged by the pouring water of the tub until she hears Toji's noises of euphoria, forcing her pheromones to blare through.

She whimpers syllables of beloved as he refuses to slow down, the very sensation of his trialing girth ramming her sending Elska near the edge. His hot breath tickles her neck as his fangs slowly leave her flesh so he can close her wounds but he replaces the daggers with the sharp words, "Cum on your beloved…"

She whines out in a way that tells him she will.

"…Yea doll?", he breathlessly questions while increasing the velocity of his hips, "Show me then…fucking show your beloved…" She nods her head with a creased expression and takes two of his fingers into her mouth as he turns her head so he can see her suck them.

Toji feels her clenching and it makes him want to double over but he retains his position behind. He can't get over how much he's enjoying this whole situation since he typically treats her far more delicately but is comprehending how much he loves the occasional degradation. He's faintly reminded of Gojo and how the shaman sometimes speaks to her and allows that to tutor him on the spot.

Toji smacks her ass and follows with, "My pretty little master making me fuck her into the floor…" Her arousal is completely coating his genitalia by this point and as he listens to her labored sounds, he turns her head more to converge their lips while she spasms around him. "Oh, fuck Elska…", he whimpers as she moans into his mouth, "That's it doll…good…good job…", he nudges his head into her face while slowing down to take in all of her fleeting contractions.

Elska is happily heaving in air as her nerves intensely tingle but still offers herself for him to meet his end in tandem. She looks back to Toji and sees that he must be close judging by the near relief his expression communicates. She rolls over to her back and strokes him with her hand while bearing a widely bright smile, inviting him to continue. Utilizing this position, Elska allows her other hand to rub herself, spreading her labia when he runs his fingers along her knee.

Toji quickly inserts himself back in and begins drilling his doll without a moment's hesitation. He hears her pleading for his seed which causes him to form her into a mating press, wanting to see everything perfectly. Sweat drips down his body but he doesn't care as all he wants to do his release this spool of chaos into her, to watch himself fill her and ultimately does exactly that. Toji's hips quake, he folds over and forces his movements to continue until he's entirely milked dry.

After a brief moment of recovery, Toji lifts his head to look into Elska's eyes, feeling completely anew as they still call to him with absolute love. He slowly pulls out of her, secretly wishing he never had to while also adoring how much they've grown together.

The deepening sound of the filling tub resounds through their otherwise quiet space and has a smile breaking across Toji's lips as he rolls his eyes and reluctantly gets up to turn off the water. He serenely sighs and closes his eyes when Elska gets behind him and travels her hands up his chest, understanding that he would find it hard to live without her too. "Doll?", he asks without turning around, feeling how unsteady her legs are.

"Yes, my delicious beloved?", she sweetly responds while embracing his back. He steps into the tub and holds a hand out for her to join so she takes it and simmers to the way the hot water engulfs her legs and agrees that this is definitely a great plan.

"I know weird things have brought us to where we are today…", Toji sits down in the tub and grins as she gets on her knees, facing him. "…but I want you to know that I wouldn't take a single second of it back, doll…not even the bad parts."

Elska loves how Toji's eyes fixate on her as she cups warm water to pour down her body. She's purposefully trying to be sexy about it, hoping that she's actually able to execute such a scene. She quietly huffs in a quick last tremor from the beautiful orgasm he just gave her but crawls closer before sincerely explaining to him, "Toji, as far as I'm concerned, we don't really have any bad parts!" He smiles to her and brushes that off but knowing that he was likely referring to his darker days she continues, "Sometimes I need a big bad wolf…", winking with a flare of sin.

"Well in that case, get that pretty little butt over here!", he chuckles wholeheartedly, just wanting to embrace her. When she finds her position comfortably in his lap, he sighs and admits, "I think I can kinda get why Naoya likes doing this so much…"

Elska curls against his chest and giggles, "At first I thought it was because he wanted to see me naked but we've actually had some of our best interactions in the tub. It's hard to hide when you're bare and when you share such an intimate space with someone you trust, a lot comes out into the open." She runs her hand up to Toji's chin, feeling his stubble that is normally shaved clean, "I wonder where he and Sati went to?", she asks honestly with extra curiosity after thinking about it.

Toji laughs under his breath, "Little Naoya…", and leans a kiss into the side of Elska's temple, "Never thought the twerp would ever grow up. Who knows where they went but I swear to God, doll, if they bring more lingerie, I'm going to have to whoop their asses." He hears Elska titter but all this quiet time makes him suggest, "Hey, we should take a nap after this, you know…before they get back." She gazes up to him and kisses his jaw in agreement, a soft smile lingering along his lips when he finishes with, "I just want to lay down with you alone again for once."

Elska kneads her thumb across his chest, massaging Toji's thick muscles, "Then we'll cuddle my beloved!", giddily appreciating how sweet and sensitive he's being, "I guess it has been a long time since it was just us. I think it will be nice."

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"I'm not carrying all of this shit myself, Zenin!", Gojo huffs while dropping one of the bags. He waits impatiently for Naoya to turn around before impatiently kicking the bag towards him, "At least handle your own things, douche."

Naoya narrows his eyes. His plan of making Satoru slip into the role of a butler is failing right before him. With an annoyed scoff he bends over and secures the handle that leads to his belongings and stands back upright, "Quite stalling silver shithead, we're almost there!", a wide grin straining the Zenin's facial muscles as he thinks through all of his designs with the ring.

Still hoisting two other bags, Gojo blows his bangs from his eyes and catches up, "Well maybe if you didn't pack your entire fucking wardrobe, your highness, I wouldn't be so weighed down!"

"HA! The strongest, huh?", Naoya playfully takes this jab, cackling to the irritated expression Gojo wears, "Some of that is for our princess too! Is she not worth your struggle?" Satoru mutters something under his breath but the Zenin completely disregards it once they enter the shop. Instantly, Naoya speed walks to the displays of different stones with lifted eyebrows, yelling to Gojo who's setting down the bags, "I HAVE THE BEST IDEA."

Gojo still doesn't want her to marry Naoya but he worries that something is going to have to give as Elska will eventually need to align herself with a clan. His mind keeps bouncing back to what the Zenin said about him previously having all the time in the world to pop the question, leading him to seriously wonder, 'Why haven't I asked her?'

Satoru has never been a fan of the shackles of marriage but that has also been gradually changing since he's become involved with Elska. He fleetingly ponders on what official domestic life would be like but includes Naoya and Toji into the made-up scenarios, thinking, 'It would be so much easier if she really could be married to us all…', surprising himself as that should not be what he wants but he's accustomed to the two being in their lives. Naoya calls his name which snaps him out of it, "Okay, okay! What is this best idea then?"

Naoya snatches Gojo's arm and brings him to the glass display, "Okay! So I'm thinking we can make the center piece a heart but it can be made up of colors that represent us!" He waits impatiently for Satoru's shared excitement and decides he should further explain,"An emerald for Toji…", he directs Gojo's gaze by pointing at them, "An aquamarine stone for you…", he continues, "…and a sapphire for me!"

Gojo nods his head as he vaguely imagines what Naoya's putting together but asks, "Why not this champagne diamond or an amber stone for you though?", he asks. When the Zenin shoots him a confused look Gojo proceeds, "Not to be weird, but it's the color of your eyes…like me and Toji's colors."

Naoya rubs his chin, "Hmm…but I really wanted the Zenin blue in there, you know?", debating on the suggestion. He feels a sting on the back of his neck and rubs it while frowning to Gojo who just slapped him, "WHY?! You're being abusive!"

Gojo nears Naoya and quietly reminds him, "This isn't an engagement ring, fucker. She would rather have the color of your eyes over the color of your clan anyways. Think about it...or are you admitting that I am more romantic than you?", grinning when he sees the moment Naoya puffs up and understands.

"UGH! Fuck you Gojo but, you're right!", Naoya rings the bell at the counter, overly ready to begin the customization. While staring at the back, waiting for an employee to appear he feels Gojo throw an arm over him and shuffle them both a few feet over.

Gojo now points to an amethyst that riles his very core. He shakes Naoya in his one arm hold and asks, "What if we surround the heart in that?!", and when their eyes meet, Gojo adds, "It's like her violet violence…the thing that ultimately has brought us all together!"

Naoya wheezes with excitement, "Hooooo-my-gawd...that's somehow brilliant! Even coming from you!", he snickers as Gojo releases him and playfully scrunches his face. When the person in charge smiles towards them and apologizes for their wait, Naoya exasperates, "I can't wait to show Toji!", excited by the approval he's going to receive from his cousin. Without even much introduction, the Zenin fires off ideas for the ring to the employee who's quickly searching for something to write with.

Gojo is still thinking about how he's yet to be turned. A part of him still feels insecure about her bonding with everyone when she still expresses some hesitancy with him. He also knows that she loves him as much as he loves her though, his recent experiences with her settling him into warmth.

'My love…'

This is when his aura darkens though.

Satoru's mind becomes occupied with the uneasiness Choso's awakening brings him, knowing that it's just a matter of time before the once innocent curse is plowing his love. He growls to himself, "Fucking Choso…", while snapping the hair tie that's around his wrist that stings more than just skin. He sighs to the black elastic tool while wondering if Getou has tried anything smooth on her, gritting his teeth when an image of the Titer coaxing her into bed disrupts his good mood.

'My love, don't fall for it…', he monologues, becoming increasingly restless again over being absent while she's at the compound. He watches the salesman flash a quick sketch to Naoya, after compiling the ideas together to which Naoya shakes his head and says, "No…that's too plain!"

Gojo would rather end Choso and Getou right now, knowing that would at least preserve his Elska from being tempted but as he silently observes Naoya collaborate with the given drawing, he knows that Choso would be severely missed.

'And Itadori would never look at me the same…', he thinks, becoming depressed by the levels of stress these complications are bringing him to.

"Oh my God, that's it!", Naoya exclaims before calling Gojo over, "What do you think?!", but tilts his head to the side upon seeing the silver shaman lost in thought. "GO-JO!", he sharply demands, finally gaining attention enough to wave him over, "It's pretty right!?" He can feel the darkening of Satoru's energy and knows that they should wrap this up so he's relieved to find the genuine appreciation in Gojo's eyes as he looks over the sketch. "It's befitting for a princess!", Naoya encourages, loving the roughly drawn prototype.

Satoru thinks it's a charming design and nods his endorsement while warning, "She might pass out though, this is pretty flashy!", knowing Elska doesn't really even wear jewelry. He didn't mean to hit Naoya with uncertainty so he reassures the Zenin, "Buuuuuut she's going to fucking love that, don't worry!" Gojo looks up to the salesman and asks when they can expect it to be completed by.

"Well…this is going to take a couple of months. I have to cut the stones and-…", but the man with the tag that says Herald is cut off.

"Make it days and I'll pay 40% more and upfront.", Naoya slams the cash down on the counter, showing the banded bills and his determination. He smirks when Herald's blue eyes light up and he redirects his previous statement to, "Yes sir! I will begin immediately!"

Gojo laughs to the haughty tilt in Naoya's chin, no longer reaching for own his wallet although wanting to contribute in some way, "If you pay for the whole thing then it's not really from all of us!", he whines but can tell Naoya isn't about to budge.

"She doesn't have to know, it's the thought behind it that counts.", Naoya understands where Gojo is coming from but isn't willing to share this financial situation. He suggests, "You can be responsible for the wine we'll toast to when she opens it!", genuinely wanting to include Satoru in some form.

Snickering wildly, Gojo states while walking over to the bags, "Toji's going to feel like shit if we don't give him a responsibility too."

After writing down the rest of his contact information, Naoya thanks the man and heads back towards Gojo with a sigh, "Toji protected her so that we could do this, his part was essential.", and leads them back through the door to be outside. Once on the sidewalk, he pulls out his phone to find a liquor store nearby, having been put in the mood for a drink, "Should we get some sauce for tonight?"

"Sauce?", Gojo wants to make a joke but throws the bags behind his head and looks to the clouding sky, "I'm down to drink.", he states, ready to return to his love, "Tell me where you're wanting to go and I'll take us!" A fantastic thought crosses his mind over the ring situation though and in a moment of sheer genius, Satoru drops the bags and forms a wicked grin.

Naoya finds a liquor store that he's familiar with since distance really isn't an issue. His phone is sent flying out of his hands though as Gojo dashes past him and back into the shop, "What are you-…", he goes to ask but instead watches from outside as Satoru takes out his wallet and explains something to Herald.

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Suguru's curiosity is getting the best of him as he nervously sets the bowl of water down on the floor of his project room. He's wishing with a true heart that what he sees will not be Toji railing her but with this in mind, he's hesitant as he knows that judging by how Fushiguro was clinging to her in the hall, there's a possibility it will be just that.

"I have to know though…", he mumbles upon making a decision final.

Getou needs to lay his eyes on Elska. They'd been through a lot before their time was cut short by Toji's injury and in no way were they able to let any of it soak in. He engages the seeing technique and opens his eyes and with caution. What is shown before him is the two in question spooning in his bed, earning a displeasured grunt from Suguru's lips. He quickly gets over his jealousy and reiterates to himself, "That could've been worse though…", and stares into the water to see the still frames, focusing his ears further to sample in some live sounds, discovering Toji's exhausted snores.

Suguru leans back and begins absentmindedly tapping his fingers into the floor while weighing over the pros and cons of risking entering her dreams.

'I would certainly be able to spend more time with her but what if she figures me out?', his lips thinning into a frown as he contemplates the use of deniability over even being capable. "Genghis would have my back…", he chews on his cheek, sifting through the numerous values of justification he has for at least trying this route, "This might be the only way she'll be able to feel me out without the judgement of the others…", he's all but convinced himself that he has to.

Torn, Getou waves away her image and stiffly walks towards the large table where metal petals and stems reside, "It's unavoidable…"

He clears away additional space before scooting on the surface and lying on his back, eyes shifting as he accepts that he's really about to do this. Suguru takes a deep breath while quelling his racing thoughts, focusing on the distant brain and energy waves of hers that are emitting a few floors above and then with ease, syncs.

Once beginning the process, Suguru feels the blast of icy wind which prompts him to open his eyes. Rubbing his arms to urge warmth, he's shocked to suddenly be in some kind of forest with mind-blowing tall trees that literally seem to scrape the sky. The foliage of the landscape is rich and vibrant as well as seemingly never-ending.

"Does this exist or is this something she's made?", he wonders into the air, intrigued by her dream's scenery before hiking through the wilderness, sensing her directionality and following it. He enjoys the beaming sun, appreciating the way the rays peek through the shy canopy as he trudges through shrubs and roots so thick that he has to climb.

Getou spots a patch of bushes that produce unbruised blue roses and admires how their chromatic illusion somehow seems to leave the rest of this lush color rather bleak. There's something else that catches his attention though, something glimmering in the leaves.

Suguru carefully combs through it and squints upon comprehending that a single metal rose also somehow hangs in the thorny bush. 'Is that…mine?', he wonders in shock with a delayed smile, blushing to the notion that he naturally survives within her mind. While honing into its beauty, he hears a gasp that he recognizes, "Elska?", so with quickened footing, Suguru nears one of the giant trees and peeks around once gathering that her interesting noises are leading him to something delicious.

He sees her sprawled out on her back in between two solid white blankets that protect her from nature's smallest insects as well from losing modesty. For some reason, she's also in a black blindfold but doesn't appear bothered by being down a sense, "Mmm...kinky."

Suguru witnesses her fingers clenching the cloth by her head while sensual broken whimpers are extracted to what he thinks is her own ministrations since he notices her other arm disappearing between her bent legs, draped under the covering of the top sheet. Elska bucks her hips which causes the blanket that's over her to slide down some, partially exposing her breasts.

"Well, this is better than I expected…", Suguru mumbles as a rush of desire electrifies him,excitement forming while he lurks. He refrains from touching himself but still stares as Elska sweetly moans and squirms.

"Little one…you're making this difficult…", he groans with a smirk while trying to gain a full view of her unfurling. Right as he thinks to step from around the tree and is finally getting the courage to do so, he sees something that forces him to freeze and snap, "What the fuck?!"

In a panic, Suguru realigns himself behind the needed natural bark barrier before sending one eye around it, "How the fuck did he get in here?!" To his bewilderment and dismay, Getou rancorously observes Choso slowly kissing up Elska's stomach, chest, then neck and finally her lips.

Getou's at a loss for words while the hybrid rests himself between her legs, groping her breast with his left hand and panting as he rolls his hips against her. Elska throws her arms around the being's neck, shakily whimpering while pulling the his body down closer as she breathlessly tells him how good he feels.

A rage flares through Suguru, a damning one where he's left feeling like his last resort was deemed worthless as Choso's proof of also syncing with Elska rots his eyes and mind, "How did he do it?! How is this possible??"

Elska chirps something else pleasant but the lack of logic revolving this situation throws Getou from behind the tree and sends him rushing towards them with the intention of attacking but feels something constrict his ankles.

"ARGH!", Suguru gripes and tries to dash away from vines that subdue him into place; him realizing all too late that the being is somehow eerily controlling the environment, "CHOSO!"

Elska remains lying down until the hybrid stands and guides her to her feet all while maliciously eying Getou. Choso situates her in front of him, gently lowering her hands that were reaching for the blindfold. In a soft, light voice, the being states, "Don't take it off yet, Elska…", and she listens.

"What is going on here??!", murmurers the alarmed Titer.

Choso's face morphs into a hateful expression as he comprehends that Suguru is indeed attempting to get to Elska through her dreams but malice opposes how he lovingly caresses her bare body in a manner that yells his kindness is only for her. The hybrid kisses down the left side of Elska's cheek, eventually meeting her neck where he moans and pulls her by the waist against his throbbing flesh. He's still glaring at Getou but is simultaneously rubbing himself along Elska, the pair losing their breath as he unhurriedly prods.

Suguru is forced to watch Choso's sensuality towards her, not recognizing the man before him at all as this new version territoriality stakes Elska.

"What…happened to you?", Getou concernedly questions the being, trying to tug away from the green ropes that bind him. He follows Choso's hands as they travel Elska's soft naked body, the right one eventually landing on her waist while the left one wraps around her jaw. The being deeply whispers into her ear, "We wanted this, didn't we?", and furrows his brow when she quietly whines in agreement.

"SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, CHOSO?!!", Suguru heatedly shouts to the manipulative display.

"Shhhhh, ignore the noise, Elska…"

"GOD DAMN IT CHOSO!"

"That's right...it's nothing..."

Horrified by her strange behavior, Getou screams, "ELSKA! TAKE OFF THE BLINDFOLD!", adrenaline bursting through his veins when he figures out that the being is somehow influencing her. Choso doesn't even seem remotely worried however which pisses Getou off even more, the sheer arrogance radiating from the being's expression birthing his grudge to new heights.

Suguru helplessly watches Choso lay her back down onto the white blanket, compelling him to wonder why she doesn't seem to be alarmed by his warnings, or even be aware of them. The manner in which Choso dives back down to her, like he's fiending over her skin, reminds Getou similarities to worship or pure devotion.

He's so confused by Choso's personality switch. He can't recall a single time where the being showed interest in women, not even one remote occurrence. To see him suddenly consumed by Elska's existence and the lengths he went to in order to experience this, Suguru's stomach tightens as he fears what problems will arise in the future because of it.

"Choso…", he exasperates, "…you have to stop this!"

"Hmph.", Choso drags his lips down to Elska's collarbone but grievously huffs before planting butterfly kisses. He turns his head to scowl at Suguru again but then adoringly whispers to her, "Wait for me right here…" Choso calmly stands, looming over her with utter affection but turns his gaze to the Titer and calls for his wings.

Getou grinds his teeth, 'He can already use those?!', completely misreading the dimensional difference of where they are that causes linear convolution. While the hybrid's physical body undergoes the DNA synthesis, everything else he consist of has been dwelling the realms which grants him opportunity to learn.

Suguru's eyes widen when Choso hurdles towards him, fangs and feathers out. He bracing himself for pain but Choso never strikes, he just hovers inches away from his face while growling deeply.

The being viciously seethes, "Do not disturb us anymore. This is his domain now.", with toxic black energy swirling around his body. When Elska stirs behind him though, Choso eliminates all of his bloodlust, kneels down beside her to take her hands and whispers with a saccharine tone, "You have to keep it on…"

Suguru's lips curl, "Whose?! Choso! This isn't like you at all! LET HER GO!"

The villainous hybrid jerks his head back towards Getou, "You're interfering!", clenching his jaw in inappropriate anger as he gathers that Suguru being synced with her too is disrupting her focus. Elska seems to be able to sense him, even when under this place's grand scheme of a spell and that simply isn't tolerable. To counter the distraction, the being dotes and kneels back into the ground so he can touch her again. It's aggravating though because right as it feels she's becoming his once more, her head turns as if she can hear the Titer's pleas.

"ELSKA!", Getou calls out, feeling the vines immobilizing him beginning to dehydrate and weaken, "This is it!" Elska dazedly sits up to her elbows in a more alert fashion, displaying the rapid decline of the whimsical state she's been under.

"TAKE OFF THE BLINDFOLD!"

Choso releases an otherworldly screech that chaotically echoes through the forest, shaking everything with violent vibrations. His frustrations boil over as he perceives Elska's state change, "Please don't…", he defeatedly begs. She pushes the blindfold up but Choso embraces her desperately and clings to her lap, curling up into Elska's legs as the pure energized dissatisfaction he exudes gradually calms for her sake, wings disappearing as well. "No…you weren't supposed to do that Elska…", he lowers into a depressed state, knowing she isn't aware of everything they've done.

The vines finally become compromised twigs that snap and free Suguru from his suspended suffering. As soon as he touches the ground, he runs over to Elska, winding up on his knees and cupping her face, "Elska? Can you hear me?!" She just blinks at him in confusion and looks around which only seems to add to her bewilderment.

"Bastard…", Getou glares down at Choso with exacting eyes as the being coldly waits for her assumed horrible reaction, however he's still curled into her lower half. Bringing his gaze back to Elska, Suguru asks, "Tell me little one, do you know what's going on right now?", searching with fear of her freaking out.

Elska glances down and sees a naked Choso huddling her and then perceives that she herself is bare as well. Initially, she wants to scream but this somehow seems familiar though, which she can't currently explain. She takes a quick breath while bringing unfastened eyes back to Suguru who's also so close that it sends her an arousing chill.

"This must be…Am I dreaming?"

When Getou's face shows traces of distress, she giggles with guilt, "I didn't say a nightmare!" Lips can be felt gently pressing against her thighs so she serenely glances to Choso as his intense eyes lock onto her own. His invasive stare cancels her inquisitiveness, her body accepting his touch, 'Why am I going along with this?'

She sinks back down onto her back and gasps when he opens her legs and targets her sensitive areas, "Must be a dream…Choso doesn't know how…to do this…", her voice tailoring a higher pitch as the hybrid's tongue decodes her anatomy.

Suguru hasn't moved yet. He's perplexed by how this panning out, 'Does she…not care if this happens?', wildly racing through his mind until her hand wraps around his bicep and he goes blank. Getou gulps when she tugs on him, blatantly bracing herself against the sensations Choso is gifting her with. He hears Choso's muffled voice utter to her, "But we've been practicing…", which triggers Suguru as he wonders how exactly. He's again distracted from his thoughts as Elska's fingers lace into his bun, forcing him downward against her lips. He's in disbelief, lagging on his response to her tongue but ultimately not refusing it even when the pretty moans he's stealing are caused by another.

Choso pushes up on his hands that pry her thighs open, snarling venomously when perceiving the Titer kiss her, "I will nullify you right now…", he threatens.

Elska sits back up and rebuttals, "Nooo you will not, Choso." Her head tilts to the side after seeing how much the being hated that but she soon unravels her legs from him and lays on her side, "So wait a minute…", Elska shakes her head and chuckles, "What the hell is my subconscious trying to tell me with this pairing?" She stares at Suguru's lips through fluttering lashes, being reminded how attractive he's become, "It must be because of the other night...how I have feelings for you now."

"Woah...umm...really?", Suguru is blindsided by Elska's confession and is actively waiting for her to admit its a joke.

"Yeah...cutie.", Elska sighs, "But what good will this do me if I can't actually have you? Sati made himself very clear to me over you guys. What's wrong with my head? I guess I just have to cheat in my dreams?!"

Getou bellows out a deep laughter as he finally determines that she doesn't suspect either of them for invading her but rather thinks herself to be the source culprit. He slinks down to lay on his side too, facing her and being about a foot away. He notices Choso is quick to nestle himself behind her, resting his head into his right hand that's propped at the elbow; tracing his fingertips of the other along her skin. Annoyed by this, Suguru pesters, "You don't find it strange that Choso's behaving this way?", pointing to the being behind her.

Choso narrows his glowing eyes but leans forward to place soft, meaningful kisses along her shoulder. Sensing she won't reject him, the being harshly reminds, "He doesn't belong here Elska.", but changes his tone to whisper to her, "Only you and me…", becoming deeply involved in her presence again. He needs to feel her more. Choso leisurely guides his hand over her stomach and bites the junction where clavicle and shoulder meet, deeply kneading her rear.

Elska whimpers but weakly folds her eyebrows to Suguru, wanting to hide her reaction to Choso's sly ministrations. The Titer seems to hone into her expression, his lips gradually parting as he observes her. She thinks that her perception of the inexperienced hybrid has somehow created this overly passionate version of him and assumes it's the same reason why Suguru now seems so timid. As she views the Titer through her heavily lidded eyes and comprehends she's engaging in what her lovers would consider forbidden, something cellular tells her that it's okay. Elska flips her body over so that she's now facing Choso who frowns in hurt but his face soon morphs with a flare of resolution as he places his mouth against hers and moans, "Master…"

Suguru doesn't want to misunderstand but she's nudging her rear into him, causing him to anxiously bite his lip as he faces the reality that he's about to take advantage of her ignorance. Guilt has volume but Elska whimpers his name and for that being the first time he's ever heard those syllables leave her wantonly, he fights his pants open. Mania makes him fumble through the robes but as soon as he's free, Suguru rubs his member into her flooded gates, gasping wildly to finally experiencing her consent.

"Come here, little one…", Getou wants to lay his girth into her, immediately overcome with lust as it rests against her supple cheeks. Her hips shimmy in front of him like a matador tempting his fate with a bull, the subtle way she steers his shaft to graze near her entrances, enticing. He glances back over at Choso, not wanting to share this experience but also loving the being's overt jealousy.

Choso gently brushes the hair from Elska's face and quietly tells her as she whimpers to Suguru's hands spreading her, "I will soon show you how little he matters…", shoving his tongue back down her throat and cupping her face obsessively. He's ready to be the base of her attention again but is aware that Getou is enjoying himself. He whispers to her, "I'm going to fix this…", kissing her deeply before sitting to his knees and standing back to gather energy from his tattoo.

Suguru uses Choso's abrupt absence to rest more into Elska, still pleasurably grinding against her but now rolling them and mounting over top of her from behind. He disregards Choso and hopes the hybrid plans to disappear so he can continue drinking in the vision of Elska happily asking for his length. He grabs himself up, drags it across her openings but applies pressure to her womanhood. His eyes communicate it all when he feels the slick confinement of his tip, "Elska…God, you're so-…"

But Getou stops, staggering in his position.

He feels pain. A lot of it. He looks down.

Blood splatters across Elska's back, "Wha-…", Suguru stammers and chokes on copious amounts of iron-like fluid, becoming lightheaded. Arterial chill shoots through his body, his head falling downward which shows him the fist sticking out of his chest, again.

"GOD…DAMN IT…CHOSO!"

"AHHH-FUUUUCK!!", Suguru shoots upward on the table but crashes into the hard floor, heaving and clutching his torso that still stings from the ambush. His hair has become a mess, metal pedals puncture and litter his surrounding area but the worst thing happening is Suguru gaining the full comprehension that Choso successfully ejected him.