Compromise

"Care to explain to me what in the flying fuck that was, Gojo?"

Toji has been put in the situation of mediating this explosive reunion when he's not even sure how he feels about anything himself.

He's upset with how close Elska and Naoya have become as well, feeling that was entirely unexpected considering everything that's come to be. The only piece of security the giant has rests in the assurance of knowing their bond is unlike any that she shares with another. Naoya may have her affections right now but Toji is and will always be her turned.

Gojo stares blankly into the floor unresponsive to the question or perhaps unable to respond. Toji would typically have more compassion but Satoru's antics have left him intolerant. Toji growls.

"It is taking everything in me to not break your fucking neck because I'm hoping you can explain yourself fucker…"

 "…I didn't mean to aim that at her…"

Satoru's words are quiet, soft and full of regret.

"That's my Elska, Toji. I fucking love her…"

Gojo's jaw clenches along with his fists as he relives the moment that should never have existed. He swore to be a better man.

 Toji looks over to Choso who seems to be glaring at Satoru with a snarled lip, as if he's disgusted.

"Choso? What's up?"

The being takes a moment to breathe and calm himself before speaking but when he does, his scrutinizing eyes dart from Satoru to Toji.

"I haven't even the slightest sympathy for this man. Not once have I seen him demonstrate the love he allegedly bears for Elska Oda."

Choso feels himself growing darker so he recomposes, unsure if he should bring up the pact Satoru made with Sukuna yet. He's still so angered by the previous situation involving Getou and Sukuna that he can't help but rancorously rub salt into the wounds.

"Naoya would NEVER do what he's done to her. If you ask me? Elska is far better off with him than she would ever be with Gojo...I don't believe I need to attest as to why."

Satoru winces to Choso's words.

'My love...'

Their meanings prick Gojo's ears and travel slowly through his mind to allow time to wallows in their veracity. He's still enraged over her new boy toy but more than that he's completely exasperated by the exchange that took place. The fact that he lost control so easily, even when it involved Elska...well, it scares him a little.

That was the old him; the one he buried long ago.

Hoping to deescalate the issue, Gojo decides to not react further to Choso's statement but rather clings to his murky rationale.

"Toji…I…"

The giant squats down to Satoru's eye level with his hands loosely hanging off his knees.

"What you did back there was not born of love, Gojo…"

Satoru inhales sharply and squeezes his eyes shut, forcing a tear to spill out.

"I know, Toji..."

"That was your fucking darkness, idiot."

Toji understands that Gojo has been spiraling for some time now but even despite all of the headaches attached the giant can't bring himself to allow the man to self-destruct.

"You need to get your fucking shit together before you do something you can't come back from…is that what you want? After everything she's forgiven, you're good with that?!"

Toji's actually trying to be nice but fails to present it when his anger reverberates through his tone; he needs Gojo to understand how his actions affect others for once.

Satoru increases his presence after being dished the harsh reality that he doesn't want to hear.

"OF COURSE NOT! YOU KNOW I'D DO ANYTHING FOR HER!"

Gojo notices Choso's stance change, the hybrid appearing more like he's prepared to engage which reiterates how creating more issues is something Satoru can't afford to take blame for. With his sight trained to the being's blackened energy, the silver shaman reluctantly dials his presence back to a nearly harmless state, sighing as he feels like he'll never escape the timeless loop of self-administered travesties with Elska. His wild eyes finally meet Toji's but the emerald ones staring back cause him to sink further into his depression.

"I just don't know why she didn't want to see me…I've missed her so much…"

Tears begin to well in Gojo's eyes as he uses his uniform sleeve to wipe his nose.

"…so fucking much.".

He wails in frustration unsure of how to come back from this; not just with Elska but everyone else as well.

'My love…'

The weight of everyone's judgement is affecting him to an unusual degree. Gojo cannot recall the last time that anyone other than Elska's or maybe Nanami's opinion mattered to him but as he sits folded in defeat, he's finding it difficult to disregard Toji's disappointment. Satoru's discovering that the giant's approval is something he subconsciously requires for dopamine.

"Everything was great before you guys fucked with us...don't you realize that? I had it all..."

Dejected, Satoru is doing his best to also ignore the fact that Naoya was asked to escort her away because as far as Gojo is concerned, that was the last nail in his very own coffin.

"Fucking Zenin…"

"There's your damn problem right there, Gojo."

Toji points a meaty finger at Satoru's head with narrowed eyes.

"Do you think I like watching their familiarity? HMM?! That's my fruity ass spoiled little cousin mackin' on her God damn it. Think I enjoy him dipping his grubby Zenin hands in something else that isn't his?!"

Gojo subtly shakes his head side to side, quietly allowing for Toji to continue.

"You bet you pasty ass that I want to beat his but you'll notice, Gojo, that I'm not picking fights with the fucker, am I?"

Gojo's eyes squint in rebuttal, considering bringing up Toji's sensual attack but knowing it'll only piss the giant off more, he bites his tongue.

"That's because there's a really bad dude after her Gojo…"

Toji stops for a second as he remembers Naoya's odd word of comradery from earlier.

"That means we need to work together on this one…all of us."

He watches Satoru's eyes soften in exchange for the pinkish tint flushing over the normally porcelain features, leaning Toji to feel like he's actually getting through to him.

"It'll all work out, Gojo. If anyone on this planet deserves a healthy dose of karma, its you but somehow you evade it every time. This will be no different...prick."

Choso is confused by Toji consoling the demonized man, doing his best to understand how their dynamics mesh with Elska because this puzzles him greatly.

'They want her as a companion but they seem rather close now. Toji is going as far as to make it sound like Elska forgiving Satoru Gojo is of little issue...'

Last Choso knew, Toji still had it out for Gojo and solely because of Elska.

'Getou's right about the way she appears to influence them, if nothing else.'

The threat has subsided so the black swirling energy traveling over Choso's arm swarms back into the tattoo across his face all while admitting that this is going mildly well, considering. He debates internally again on telling Toji about the deal involving Sukuna but figures they also have a better chance of success for the fight coming if everyone's in one piece so he officially decides to wait.

With Choso's view floating down to Gojo, the being realizes Toji's efforts of wanting the bickering to end. Personally, he would rather see the notorious silver shaman face some sort of justice but everyone here knows Satoru will drastically increase their odds so the being passively joins Toji's tactics to help mend.

"Naoya and I also believe we should team up on this. I've surveyed Getou for a long time to understand his capabilities but after the disappearance of his body, we don't know to really expect now. If he did not perish then I worry about all of our cards being on the table because we are now more vulnerable than ever. If you think Suguru has not suspected us before our transgressions then you're mistaken. He will have already prepared for this outcome to some degree; not only is he with the Elders but he has Titers engaging their viewing techniques which puts us at a steep disadvantage."

Gojo's calamitous eyes meet his once more but Choso sips on satisfaction when he senses the incredible shame pouring from them.

"We simply cannot afford to fight amongst ourselves which is why Naoya came to see you two earlier. He came to those terms on his own accord and with Elska's well-being in mind even while anticipating retaliation from you."

Satoru sighs, humbly accepting the critical undertone with eyes dashing to the side. The authentication of the Zenin's bravery doesn't annoy him like it usually would but he'd be lying if he said listening about how great Naoya is in comparison to himself something he could do all day.

Toji flicks the puerile Gojo in the forehead.

"Hear that buddy? Looks like you're going to have to get along with lover boy."

Toji's expression is stern being as he knows they don't have time to let Gojo lose himself in his misery. To his surprise, Satoru looks at him with compliance but the giant isn't dumb enough to think the issue was so easily mitigated.

"I mean it Gojo, you hear?"

Toji is still trying to figure out exactly what triggered Gojo since the shaman was behaving differently when Naoya came to talk. Satoru was obviously fine with the Zenin then, even after the mention of him and Elska sleeping together so it doesn't make sense that he should wig out not even an hour later.

But that's when Toji realizes that Gojo actually already stated why he snapped.

It's because Elska rejected him.

Toji puts himself in Gojo's shoes and feels like he would be disheartened by that as well seeing how she didn't even initially want to look at Satoru.

"Alright, Gojo, listen up…"

Satoru, with big puffy eyes, does.

"I don't know why she was so weird with you but we'll figure it out…a lot has happened lately so we all just need to sit down and explore the missing pieces. Maybe you guys need to sit down and talk something over, I don't know."

He sighs while looking over the silver shaman who sniffles and gives a pathetically saddening yeah.

"You've gotta man up for now though and fight for her with Naoya. Show her you can do that and I bet she'll be impressed. Think you can, ya perverted freak?"

Gojo feels the unconventional warmth stemming from Toji and comprehends that the giant is genuinely trying to talk him down from the emotional ledge. Satoru was lacking all reason and feels amazed that Toji was able to speak it back into him since only a handful of people have ever been able to do so.

"Yeah…I can do that."

This is all Gojo can offer out though as he's trying to mentally regain his senses. The first real breath of oxygen enters his lungs, inflating him while siphoning out the madness. A small chuckle sneaks out of his throat as he ruminates over how ridiculously unhinged he was only minutes before and how Toji's role brings forth nostalgia of Nanami and Shoko from easier days. He stands up rejuvenated.

"Well...I don't want my love or lover boy to be upset. I guess I should go apologize to them."

He's unsure why but Satoru felt the weight release from his shoulders just by admitting that out loud. He looks to Toji who seems just as surprised by his words as himself.

"Yeah Gojo...you should...I'm...just...surprised that you came to that conclusion on your own."

Gojo laughs but then takes a deep breath, wondering how exactly how he can make this up to Elska.

"I know right? Where did that come from? Watch out, I might be turning into one of those nice guys or something!"

Toji and Choso intersect gazes, recognizing the mixture of uncertainty and relief within each other for surely, there's no way Satoru Gojo was reprimanded and convinced to change that quickly.

The room is quiet for a moment before Satoru walks over to Toji who looks confused to him nearing but quickly hugs the large man before he's met with resistance.

"HEEY! What the hell are you doi-"

Toji tries to lift his arms out of Satoru's grasp but also doesn't want to send him back into a foul disposition.

Satoru is grins mischievously while clamped around him but also wishes to communicate something genuine.

"I will make sure they understand that I am sorry…and that I accept fault in this. I'm sorry to you too though. I never would have thought you to be such a great friend, Toji."

This is getting a little too sappy for Toji's tastes so he starts to struggle a little more forcefully against the embrace until suddenly, Gojo disappears.

"I swear he doesn't even know what personal space is! Why is he like that with other men?!"

Brushing the sensation off, Toji looks around the room and then to Choso, watching the being's eyes widen.

"Toji? Do you think he would've gone to find Elska and Naoya?"

Choso is nervous about this in case the pair are busier with each other than they should be.

"That's what he said so probably. Why do you make it seem like that's a bad thing?"

Choso fidgets with his hands, vacillating on how to structure his meaning clearer.

"Well...umm...Elska and Naoya...they do that sex stuff a lot."

It takes Toji a second to grasp what he's hearing but when he does, his heart burns. He groans into another heavy sigh as he looks up to the ceiling, praying things don't blow up all over again.

"Naoya's such a little shit!"

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"Give me the part of you that I need"

As soon as those tantalizing words left Elska's lips Naoya was ready to oblige.

With his left arm around her waist, he pulls his right hand out from between her legs and searches the front of his pants to free himself. Their lips break apart to gasp; the high tensions that have led to this moment threatening to unleash and consume them whole.

Naoya doesn't even feel this is appropriate timing with everything that's transpired today but he also would love to give her his all and grant her the comfort she yearns for. He's brought himself from his pants now, already hard from the passion manipulating them. He pumps himself a few times in front of her, for her but reason abruptly floods him. 

"Baby…hold on..."

He pulls back from her to make sure that this is what she wants.

When Elska glances down and sees Naoya's eagerness it makes her brow furrow with complete desire. Her eyes dart up to Naoya who is obviously trying to read her as she scoots her hips more to the edge of the dresser, watching him bite his lip and grin.

"Hold on? What for my prince?"

She spreads her legs a part a little further and leans against the arm he has looped behind her waist. His eyes are glued to her so she brings her right hand slowly down between her clothed breasts and smiles as they enthusiastically follow. Nimbly dragging her fingertips further, she reaches her already dampened underwear and begins to invitingly rub herself through them. Naoya deeply caresses her thigh as he groans and strokes himself with a loving but scandalous glare.

Watching her touch herself seems to be something that commands a different side of him, more of a shameless man. The Zenin rocks his hips, pushing his tip into her through her panties, teasing while the fabric stretches only so far. She throws her head back and moans helplessly so he starts massaging his member into her clitoris as well.

"Naoyaaahhh..."

She whimpers while reaching down to pull her panties aside for him but loses her breath when he starts sliding in.

Naoya moans to the warm bliss that surrounds his girth and to the view of her accepting him.

"You are so wonderful princess..."

He leans down to kiss her and their tongues collide in a battle for dominance but she submits, earning a deep approving hum from him. He's taking his time with her, enjoying every bated breath, sound and sensation until caution piles up and Suguru's face flashes before his eyes. 

'Fuck…'

A wave of regret washes over Naoya as he slows his hips and looks to Elska with heavy eyes.

Picking up on his abrupt hesitancy she reaches out to his chest, tilting her head to the side. His heart is racing and she hopes its from excitement but his expression drags her down.

Naoya feels her curiously eyeing him so he raises his gaze to meet hers.

"I just…I'm concerned. Baby, you were attacked by Getou earlier…what he tried to d-"

He sees her wince and becomes frustrated with himself for even bringing it up knowing that her mind is likely doing its best to fumigate.

"I just want you to be okay first. I don't want you to think that we have to be physical to be intimate, there are so many other ways."

Elska's heart floods with sadness and incredible love simultaneously after listening to his words. Tears are forming but its due to her own calamity and confusion.

Her soul is a disaster right now.

She knows that it's sudden, even if overdue, but she's coming to terms with the fact that she's falling for Naoya and reasons like this are exactly why. With the experiences she can remember with Satoru, sex was usually the answer to fix any problem even if that was the problem to begin with. It does seem a little strange to feel aroused after what she went through but thanks to Naoya, she's not focused on Getou's slimy tactics.

"You are such a prince…"

"A man should be, baby. That's what I'm trying to show you!"

She smiles with her watering eyes while Naoya proceeds to wipe them away with his thumb. This really isn't the best time and certainly not the place for them to come together though so she's ultimately grateful for his discipline. Even with her anger towards Satoru she can't help but admit that she doesn't want to hurt him like this, in this blatantly nasty way.

"Later then?"

Elska brings her hand to run through his hair as he seems to enjoy the insinuation.

"As a matter of fact, if there's not a battle tonight, would you care to share a bed, my prince?"

Naoya's fine with waiting, would actually prefer that if it meant a more comfortable situation for them. He leans down to her lips meaning to kiss her but ends up smiling against her instead as he's happy they discussed that and understood each other.

"I have no qualms with that at all, princess. I would love to."

He travels his lips from across her cheek to her neck, nipping her playfully. She squeals when he does it, forcing him to acknowledge that he's not helping the situation diffuse and chuckles into her skin.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll stop now…"

He brings his head up and stretches his back while still leaning in between her legs.

"Do you want me to...uhh...get out?"

Naoya gestures to his member semi submerged into her womanhood 

She nods no so he stays, placing his hands at her waist while trying not to move too much within her until her legs suction around him. They both gasp to him burying deeper but he comprehends that she did it for an embrace.

Her arms wrap under his, her fingers splayed out across his shoulder blades. Naoya catches their reflection in the mirror behind her as he slowly secures his hold as well. The image he's being shown proves to him how well made for each other they are, not that there was any doubt left in his mind.

She's listening to him breathe and focusing on his heart, them being sounds that swoon her with absolute ease. He's so kind to her, so caring and gentle…so amazingly loving. Even while resting inside of her, his affection for her feels innocently bold.

'Pure…just like he said…'

The beauty that she finds in Naoya's existence is unique to others she's known but reminiscent of someone she can't put her finger on. She starts gliding her nails across the robes of his upper back as the emotion he brims her with compels her to express her fondness. They've stayed like this, in their comforting silence for a few minutes now but it doesn't seem to bother him either.

Elska begins thinking about something that troubles her though. Whenever Naoya brings his lips and teeth to her neck like he just did, she can't help wonder what his fangs would feel like if he had them. The darkest and most selfish part of her ego begs to know the answer but she would never want to bestow this kind of life upon him…one she barely understands herself.

She's not heard that ancestral voice within her since she turned Toji but it has spoken to her before in regards to Naoya. That night in the park, her body moved on its own to unleash that devastating attack at him. It said, He's dangerous And Not yet but when she was trying to rescue Satoru and Naoya was dying with the accidental lacerations from her wings, the voice was screaming to turn him. That's why the thought lingers with her, a part of her definitely wants that to her own dismay.

"What's on your mind baby? Anything you want to talk about?"

Naoya's enjoying this embrace but can sense she's heavily in thought. Worriedly, he discerns that if he has to distract her from thinking about all of her horrors from the day, then he will do simply that. She doesn't say anything right away however so he leans back to see if she's visibly upset.

"I'm alright I promise!"

She smiles up to him knowing he's still concerned.

"There's just some things I'm trying to understand about us is all. This is a bizarre situation."

Naoya appears bothered by that, probably taking it in a different way than she meant it so she quickly clears it up.

"Not in a bad way! I swear!"

She smiles widely and pulls him down for a kiss, wanting to give him the same reassurance that he waters her with constantly.

"You had me scared there for a second, baby!"

After they smile into each other she feels Satoru's presence in the room and jerks her head in the direction she senses him. Naoya seems already aware as well because after he sighs aggravation into the ceiling, he looks over too.

Satoru saw them making out, Naoya between her legs, their hands on each other. They turn towards him immediately but the fear is written plainly on Elska's face. He's not sure how to feel exactly, he's torn between jealousy and provocation as he stares into how Naoya has her positioned on the dresser.

"SATI??!"

Hearing her sharp gasp informs Gojo that he definitely just caught them in the middle of something. Naoya's glaring back at him as he's surely waiting for an unwanted move. Gojo chooses to say nothing though as he walks closer to them, wanting to be within reach. When the Zenin nervously goes to lift her off of the dresser Satoru quickly drops his tone.

"No. Don't move."

Elska's face becomes increasingly frightened as he nears them, ending up to the left of Naoya and leaning an elbow into the dresser to invade their bubble.

"My love?"

Satoru looks to the startled Elska and tries to make his voice as confident as he can.

"An apology isn't enough for what I did back there but I want you to know that was my lowest moment."

Gojo brings his left hand to run his fingers through her hair as tears stand at bay in her eyes.

"I've been honestly losing my mind, Love but I understand now how toxic I can be…"

The usual menace within him claws at his brain to allow her fear to stimulate him but he's actually wanting to make things better this time. He looks to Naoya now.

"I kind of owe you one too…cunt."

He places his right hand on Naoya's shoulder which clearly throws the Zenin off.

"I was just upset at how differently the reunion went than I'd planned. I didn't know what to do!"

Naoya looks completely confused, those amber orbs clearly squinting in search for a hint of a lie but Satoru takes the audit with a smile. It's not until now does Gojo looks down at them for more detail which causes Naoya to jump.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Gojo's eyes brighten when they catch how Naoya's length is partially dipped into Elska, glancing between the two of them with a sinful brow.

"Just couldn't wait, huh? Guess lover boy's pretty good."

Elska swallow down air, troubled while Gojo looks over Naoya's size and particulars up close.

"Sati please! I can explain!"

Naoya sees Gojo biting his lip and is so mystified by that reaction that he's now even further in the dark as to what is going on in the shaman's mind. Satoru's eyes have a familiar glint in them as he's transparently washing those blue eyes over his genitals and how he's connected to Elska.

"Gojo… what the fuck are you doing?"

Satoru finally raises his eyes back to Naoya's.

"Well I'm in my room, looking for you two of course!"

Elska sheepishly tucks away as if paranoia won't allow her to take his words at base value.

"Love, I'm not here to fight, I promise."

She doesn't seem any less tense and Gojo can't help but feel her mannerisms are reflecting the same ones she exuded years ago.

He was supposed to be a better man.

Satoru sighs to this ugly realization but compartmentalizes it and clears the air.

"I'm here because I want to make love, not war."

"Sati..."

Originally, Gojo was really just going to apologize but after seeing them in this form he has new intentions.

"I'm serious! This right here? Don't sweat it, I'm not getting mad."

Elska studies Satoru's features and body language, conflicted on if she can really trust that Naoya's not in danger.

"Gojo, could you at least back up or something? This is we-"

Satoru interrupts to lean in even closer and curl a finger under Elska's chin.

"Kiss Zenin."

Elska is unsure if she heard Satoru correctly but figures that's definitely not what he said. In her bewilderment she manages a stammering question but in no way does that umbrella the density of how many there are.

"W-what?!"

She glances to Naoya briefly and he seems to be perplexed too so she's wondering what it was that Gojo did say.

"Love…kiss him."

But her Sweet Sati merely smiles like he is brimming with a suppressed excitement as she still fails to comprehend why.

Naoya isn't sure what Gojo's trying to pull here but he's not feeling anything malicious from him at all, surprisingly. Nonetheless, the situation has become very weird so after a few seconds of awkward silence, he decides to just do it in hopes this would end. He leans down and kisses her deeply, her voice muffling out "Naoya!" as it's obvious that she's unsure if that was the right call. He keeps his lips to hers though feeling her hesitancy fade as his hands autonomously grip her waist.

While Gojo watches them he begins to feel a better about this little budding romance. He's impressed that Naoya decided to go along with it and finds respect for Zenin's ability to take charge of the situation under that kind of pressure. It would seem that Naoya took it the extra mile too as Gojo once again watches his tongue sail into his love's mouth. She's trying to not make a sound but Satoru knows better than that.

Naoya hums, shifting Gojo to tilt his head upwards as he watches him continue. Naoya seems to instinctively rock his hips into her and they moan into each other as he pumps her a few good times. Shortly after though, he tenses up and stops as if he momentarily forgot Satoru was there.

Flustered, Naoya ducks his neck back from Elska to turn on Gojo with aggression.

"Are you satisfied now?!"

Satoru's eyes scan over Elska though as he reads her energy and expression; her appearing uneasy although also wanting. With her in his sight he replies to Naoya.

"Almost…"

Satoru cups Elska's right cheek, his biceps brushing into Naoya as he reaches across and in between them. While looking down into his love's widened eyes, he tries to make his gaze a sweet one.

"I really am sorry love…and I want to prove to you that I can compromise."

With that said, Gojo leans down and places his lips to hers. Mechanically, she's frozen but the heat from her body wafts Satoru with the assurance he feels he needs. Licking his lips, he now gazes to Naoya.

"Just trust me for once."

Naoya isn't sure when Gojo stopped wanting to fight him but he's now understanding exactly what he's trying to do.

'THIS FUCKER IS TESTING THE WATERS!!'

His initial thought is to shove Gojo off of her because what the FUCK does he think he's doing and literally right in the middle of where they are.

Naoya has no desire to share Elska but he can't deny that he experienced a thrill when heatedly kissing her in front of Satoru, even with the odd endorsement. He recalls having the same excitement before now too, when Gojo was sealed; there's something about the powerful silver shaman made to be on standby while he takes her before him that springs the Zenin's ego into full alpha mode. Naoya's processing of the situation was more barbaric the first time around so he presumably he thought he'd detest the idea of Gojo even seeing her like this, let alone kissing her.

He's watching Gojo glide his serpent's tongue into Elska's mouth and then feels her try to clamp her thighs together. Naoya's brow furrows to a weird amalgamation of emotions that consist of jealousy, anger and to his astonishment, lust. He hates that she seems to somehow still enjoy Satoru's kiss but also loves how her body reacted and finds himself slowly rocking into her again.

Elska gasps to her prince's moving intrusion and whines nothing audible into Satoru as the shaman groans salaciously back. Gojo's right hand roams its way down her stomach and between her legs; her gasping with cautious eyes aiming for Naoya. When Satoru's fingertips rub small circles into her she naturally clenches in reaction which riles Naoya up and deepens his thrusts.

"Everything is okay, love…"

She looks back to Gojo as he moans and dives back; stuffing his tongue into her mouth while increasing his ministrations. He only pulls away to read her glowing eyes that dart from him and fall to Naoya.

"You two go ahead and do what you need to do."

Satoru swipes his thumb across Elska's lips and kisses her again before excusing himself to the bed. After rearranging some pillows to prop on, Gojo sits with casually open legs that show a fidgeting hand under his pants.

She's a wet mess, practically dripping around his length and onto the dresser itself. Naoya cups her cheek and inhales an immeasurable shaking breath as he's overcome with his need to proceed.

Gojo was a huge reason for stopping after all but now they've received his blessing.

The Zenin gradually pushes his shaft into her, sensually creeping deeper through Elska's existence. She stifles her verbal pleasure but Naoya's baritone groans fizzle into the air just as he's aligning to sink his thrusts. Her breathless mewls transform into wanton cries which speaks for her tapering reservations; the blonde's eyes absorbing it all along with the way her body takes his administrations.

"Mmmm…baby…"

Rocking his hips, Naoya uses his hands to support under Elska's thighs whose lower half dangles off the edge of the finished wood. They lock gazes but there is something in her expression and the way she's bracing against the dresser's ledge that tells him to go a little harder.

Elska can only shut her eyes and gasp when her prince steps out of his armor to don a more satyric role. Because of how she's positioned, she can't see much past Naoya but her Sweet Sati's magnetizing presence lingers in her awareness, expanding her concupiscence. Everything about this strange moment is beginning to feel really good.

A soft plop snatches Naoya's attention but as soon as he looks to see the cause, his head is hastily returning to Elska with widened eyes.

'What the fuck is Gojo even doing???!!!'

The noise heard was Satoru tossing his shirt to the floor but what the blonde caught a glimpse of was the silver shaman masturbating on the far corner of the bed.

The whole audience thing disturbed Naoya until the vision of Elska with parted lips and an expression of pleasure seeds its way back into fixation. Mesmerized, he leans down into her neck, nipping it gently while given light indicators of the scent.

Elska's not completely surprised by Satoru's initiation of this but she certainly wasn't expecting things to turn out this way when he found them. She was just bathing in fear when he appeared but now, here she is happily taking Naoya while Gojo pleasures himself and observes.

Naoya's intensity radiates differently than usual but she's coming to the understanding that its because he's actually enjoying this too. When his lips aim for her neck again, Elska's overrun by the fantasy of him having fangs and abruptly releases pheromones.

Satoru, exhilarated by this development, allows his voice to carry off unabashedly as he lecherously whines.

"YES love…yesss…fuuuuuuck this is...so hot."

Naoya slows his rhythm to fill his lungs with the fully versed scent. She's waiting to see if his demeanor devolves at all but he doesn't seem to be swayed by the release aside from looking a little more hot and bothered. His rumbling voice breaks through their symphony of passion, paired with a small but charming smirk.

"Baby, I'm starting to have some trouble with these panties…"

Saying nothing at all, Elska pushes off the dresser and slides the dark blue barrier down to her thighs. Naoya seems to be wondering why she wouldn't have merely taken them off so she winks before turning around and bending over in front of the dresser.

When she looks up after laying her arms out for stability she's able to see Naoya behind her and Satoru stroking himself on the bed. Gojo's eyes meet hers as he smiles excitedly to their change in position. She then takes notice of his glistening member, feeling a mixture of emotions.

Elska's angry with him, hurt and disenchanted with his alleged yet likely crimes involving Sukuna but at the same time, she loves her monster deeply. A piece of her, however, is ready to punish Satoru in the form of letting Naoya run wild on her; show him that there are other ways to express his animalism.

Gojo is absolutely getting off to this. It's strange he will admit it but there's something about Naoya Zenin and the way his very own love submits to him that he loves to spectate. Of course, if he could have his way right now, he'd probably at least take her mouth but why ruin this beautiful opportunity with Naoya not going for all of that yet.

'I'll work on Zenin…'

When Elska prepares herself to be ridden by Naoya, it's like that night all over again as Satoru is forced to simply be a bystander but that's part of his own thrill here. Lewdness aside, he's also very determined to let her know that he can take this and still be fine. His love seductively glares at him through the mirror while Naoya juts his hips. As if the show wasn't wonderful enough, Gojo's sensing a wild aura from her and it magnifies his excitement. The scent filling the room annexes this new debauchery, making it difficult for Satoru to control his tongue.

"Yes...take that dick, love…"

Naoya grunts afterwards and though Gojo is unable to tell if it was in displeasure or not, the Zenin's pace picks up while spreading Elska's cheeks, plowing into her. Her satisfied cries make Satoru's eyes roll back with the wonderful melody being accompanied with how their skin smacks together; how the Zenin makes her gush.

"It sounds like Naoya is going to make you cu-…ahh mmmm…"

Gojo slows his jerking after ironically almost making himself finish. Needing to indulge in more, he shimmies off the bed with the intention of getting closer.

Naoya is looking into her eyes through the mirror; the way her expression unfolds as he expands her with his girth is hypnotic. He reaches his right arm between her breasts and lightly latches his hand to her throat with fingers fumbling around her jacket collar.

Elska relinquishes herself into his care, grinning while her prince slowly bends her backwards towards him. 

"How are you so…perfectly naughty too?"

Since he pays attention, Naoya notices when the praise sends Elska's core into reaction. He's getting to the point og approaching being spent but he also doesn't want to leave her high and dry. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, the Zenin anchors himself before giving a command.

"Look at him, baby..."

Elska obeys, switching her reflected view to Satoru whose fast moving hand impedes her attention prior to being washed away by how he bites his lip and hones into them.

"Gojo wants me to take you…he's into it..."

Her breathless whine of concurrence further shapes Naoya into this ravaging lover. With rhythmic hips, he switches into quicker shallow movements deep within her only elongating his strokes when she mumbles her enjoyment.

"Do you like this baby? You like it when I fuck you in front of him?"

She whines, dramatically shaking her head yes which leads Naoya to the compulsion of slapping her ass. Her body pleasantly suctions him back in, forcing his neck to bend in disbelief because the more he discovers about her the more he feels like they belong. He rams a little harder and slaps her rear once more.

"Such a sexy little princess…"

Immediately, Elska's unraveling around him. She moans his name in that telling way of her satisfaction which fuels the Zenin to work his burning body until it breaks if he has to. He narrows his focus onto her and relishes in how all of the tiny muscles inside of her fire off until Gojo's voice crosses them.

"Fuck yes she is…that's exactly what she is..."

Somehow Satoru's confirmation makes Naoya lose it. He pounds into Elska more but as her walls spasm, he's met with his own release and launches his contents inside while communicating his absolute adoration through their meeting of the eyes.

Hearing Naoya's end, Elska feels motivated to work past her over stimulation and winds up prodding herself with him as he twitches into deflation.

Huffing, the blonde crashes his lips to her shoulders and back, kissing through her clothes as he rests within.

"Baaaby…my God that was...wheeewwww!".

He slowly pulls out but then instantly drops to his knees to grab and spread her once more, kissing and biting the skin of her cheeks. Elska's quietly gasps when he speaks into her delicate areas.

"The only one I want to have my seed."

Naoya doesn't know how long they've been there but when he stands back up to grab something to clean Elska with he's met with three pairs of eyes that are widened and expressing different emotions. He hurriedly pulls her panties up and skirt down as Toji, Choso and now even Nanami stand in the doorway looking at the three of them in shock.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE!?"

Toji pries his eyes away from Elska; having stared since finding out she's a princess now and looks at Satoru.

"You twisted shit! What is THIS?! You said you were going to apologize!"

The giant angrily stomps over to Satoru.

"And I'm pretty sure I told your ass to give her a fucking break!"

Gojo is wiping his own juices off on the discarded shirt from the floor, unbothered by everyone's attendance.

"Ahh, yes, Toji… but I did apologize!"

Satoru beams a wide smile with eyes that are brighter than they have been in days. The picturesque moment ends when the whimsical shaman winks though.

"I also wanted to make it up to her and only figured out one way that I could do that. Your boy Zenin here did all the work."

Toji's glare now finds Naoya who inadvertently squeaks with apprehension. He raises his hands defensively

"Toji…hey! Come on...loo-..."

"WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE IN HERE!?"

Elska shrieks, reddened and infuriated with the comprehension of everyone having witnessed her getting filled by Naoya.

"ANYONE GOING TO SAY SOMETHING? ANY OF YOU MEN GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO ME?!"

After securing her uniform into a more modest manner, the humiliated woman stalks across the room with fire in her eyes.

"NANAMI?! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"

Kento hasn't seen Elska since the morning of her abduction which was also an interesting situation but he's really struggling to find an explanation for his gawking.

"Oda…I…umm…Toji got us to uhh…"

He sighs remorsefully…he has no words.

"Forgive me."

"CHOSO?! WHAT ABOUT YOU?!"

The being looks at her innocently and smiles.

"Well we were coming to check on you three but honestly…that was really something!"

Elska squints, unsure of the angle the hybrid is coming from.

Choso shifts his stance as he realizes he has new memories to work with the next time he needs to relieve himself. He glances to Naoya before seizing Elska's sight again.

"I just mean that all of it was…really…nice."

He doesn't mean to in that moment but with all of the excitement in the air, Choso adjusts his growing erection and Elska's view just so happens to follow. Her reaction kind of baffles the being though because all she does is watch him with large eyes and a slacked jaw. He'd encourage her to say whatever wasn't coming out but he also doesn't want to come off as rude. To give Elska more time, he proceeds with a question.

"I'm really confused though..."

Choso pouts and glances to Satoru.

"Naoya always said I wasn't allowed to watch you with him and we're friends! Why is Gojo privileged in this way? Is it because I didn't ask you myself, Elska?."

Naoya runs his hands down his face, groans but then pleads.

"Please don't kill him baby, he's an exception because he doesn't understand all of this stuff yet. He doesn't mean any harm by it."

Elska shrieks again.

Toji looks to her with muddle as he's wanting to make sure she wasn't coerced. He'd typically wait for more privacy but being as she's yelling at everyone, he's concerned.

"Doll…was thi-"

"YES, NAOYA FUCKED ME WHILE SATI WATCHED."

Elska throws her hands up in embarrassed defeat

"WE'RE DEGENERATES, OKAY?!"

Toji was fairly pissed off at what they were doing but her flying off the handle and word choice causes him to laugh.

"Doll…"

Naoya is pretty upset with himself for being so lost in their moment that he failed to even pick up on any of their presences.

'What if that had been Getou?'

But now that the Zenin is thinking about it, there's been a couple of instances now where they've been bamboozled while wrapped up into each other.

Choso's sexual corruption was the first instance and Getou himself appearing in the room at their base was the second time.

"We must be completely vulnerable when we're like that…"

Naoya tries to bounce back from this revelation, overtly grateful for catching that fact when he did.

"Baby, I'm sorry this happened. We really shouldn't have done that..." 

His golden eyes befall Elska who appears pretty angry until they meet him which is when her entire expression changes.

"Naoya…"

She looks around the room and notices everyone's paying attention so she leans on her toes to whisper in the Zenin's ear, playfully nipping it.

"Don't you dare take that back."

Toji couldn't hear what she said but can tell that Naoya is safe from her wrath based on her features. He feels like he's almost been abandoned since he has zero understanding of where her heart is at. The turned in him takes form as he leaps away from Nanami, Gojo and Choso and towards her.

"Doll, would you come with me for a minute?"

She looks startled by his request but agrees to.

"Good."

Toji turns his head upwards and screeches that booming sound to call his wings. Everyone other than Elska is caught off guard as her arms open up in preparation for him to secure his around her. The giant sends a wave of energy through the window before jumping out with her and taking to the sky.

"YOU DIRTY OLD DICK!!!"

Naoya freaks out as soon as their bodies leave the room.

"ELSKAAAA! HOLY SHIT CAN HE EVEN FLY?????! WHAT IF HE DROPS HER!"

The Zenin's panicked eyes scour the room for like-minded concern but he becomes increasingly restless when no one other than Choso matches his confusion.

"HE'S BRINGING HER BACK, RIGHT? HE JUST FUCKING STOLE HER AWAY!"

Gojo is irritated too but understands that Toji needs time to talk with Elska as well. He's eating this up though, Naoya losing his shit.

"I think Toji can fly now and chill out, they just need to have some time. But see? You don't handle her being taken well either, dumb ass."

"Naoya just calm down, you know Toji loves her too!"

Choso is only trying to help but his lack of exposure to their dysfunction shows as his words do not comfort Naoya at all.

"I just mean that they will be alright...he wouldn't let anything hurt Elska."

The being sighs as he's understanding how humans mingle less and less.

"WHAT ABOUT GETOU THOUGH? THEY SHOULD NOT BE APART FROM EVERYONE ELSE!"

Naoya is still unable to calm himself as he knows that every single time they're separated from each other something terrible seems to happen to her.

"He slammed her out of the air before…"

He's finding that his heart is breaking all over again while remembering the cruel scene.

"You guys don't fucking understand what we're up against here! He's fucking fucked!"

Nanami speaks up again. Although he doesn't know Naoya personally he's gathering that this is the infamous Zenin from their discussion a while back. He's kind of taken back by how much Naoya seems to care for Elska and how, despite this little sexual experiment, he even appears somewhat normal.

'Well, at least in comparison to Satoru.'

"Toji won't take her too far, he's well aware of the current dangers."

Kento swivels towards Satoru all while mentally erasing those images of Elska.

"We evacuated all of the students from the premises and have asked Megumi and the other available shaman to meet us back where Itadori is. We're all going to have to watch each other's backs until we know what and when this is happening."

"That's just it, WE DON'T KNOW!"

Naoya has yet to relax with his regrets crippling him for letting her go.

"Getou wants to worse things to her than simply kill her…"

Choso approaches Naoya with a friendly hand to the shoulder.

"It's true that before Getou seemed only interested in her despair but his recent attack showed that he has since taken further interest although I don't know when that switch occurred."

Naoya's eyes widen as he remembers all of the blood she lost.

"It must have been the pheromones."

His voice was devoid of its usual life as the sentence leaves his lips.

"This last attack…he…"

Naoya clenches his jaw.

"…he tried to... rape her."

"WHAT?!"

Gojo is swarming with malignant energy as he has a decent idea with how brutal that must have been; there are rumors about Getou's ways as well.

"So the blood on that yukata…"

Satoru dauntingly eyes Choso with rage.

"Yes…he had her pinned into the floor and had stabbed her...I don't know how many times. There was clear evidence of a struggle but that room was designed with her captivity in mind. Getou kept...sniffing her too. I didn't like it."

Choso's body shudders as he recalls Elska's screams from down the hall and then Getou's laughter echoes through his mind. He shakes off his discomfort to aid with information.

"It looked like he drank her blood too. I don't understand why he would do that though either because I'm positive he's human."

"I didn't know that…"

Naoya brings his hands to his head in frustrated as his hatred for the fucker spools deep within.

"Why would he drink her blood?!"

Gojo is disturbed greatly by this information but thinks he gets the picture a little better now so he paints it for Zenin.

"Her blood heals, Naoya. All you have to do is ingest it and it will repair whatever wounds so long as the person hasn't completely croaked."

"Seriously?!"

Gojo briefly wears a look of confusion since he assumed that Elska would've told him all of this by now.

"Yeah but I guess you probably wouldn't know that since she tried to turn you instead of going that route before…"

"She what?"

Naoya almost whispers in a subconscious attempt to mask his utter bewilderment.

"Our first time doing all of this, Zenin?"

Gojo points to the dresser with a deviant grin when Naoya smirks and seems to comprehend that he's referring to when they had him sealed.

"Her wings got you, do you remember that?"

Naoya slowly nods yes with a bent brow.

"Well when you were bleeding out, she tried to do to you what she later ended up doing to Toji. I'd never seen her use that ability before that though and frankly wasn't even aware she could do that."

Naoya isn't upset but is instead enamored by this knowledge.

'She was going to do that even back then?'

He's surprised but also feels that's an even deeper validation of their love.

"Baby…"

He's lost in himself happily for a moment but then becomes riddles with unease.

"OH SHIT! Does that mean Getou now knows about this all too?!"

"It's likely."

Gojo shifts his attention to the hybrid for further clarification.

"Tell me Choso...did you smell anything…enticing when you saved my love?"

Choso looks confused though and doesn't seem to understand what he's talking about.

"Nevermind. You'd KNOW, trust me."

Satoru shift to Naoya.

"Maybe he's not aware of the pheromones then…"

Nanami has been thinking, trying to piece together what he can after being out of the loop for so long.

"Well, there's too much info missing here. I'm going to call Toji and tell him to come back…"

Naoya looks out the broken window and sighs as he hopes they're both alright.

"Please do! I'm fucking growing grays here!"