Master's Ecstasy

Elska sits on the red suede loveseat across the room from which Toji lies unconscious; six days having passed since she bit him with the intention of saving his life. The air holds steam from the connected bathroom where she recently took the hottest shower in her life, wanting to sanitize herself of the hopeless maelstrom within.

Satoru's words echo within her as if he's currently speaking, "How could you?! Toji was the one that set me up in the first fucking place!"

Elska didn't know that though, how could she?

"I disappear for a little bit and what? Just needed dick that bad?"

Her eyes clamp shut and she fastens her arms around her knees.

"Am I somehow not enough for you? Have I not given you everything you need?! What else can I do Elska?! Tell me how Toji is better than me...go ahead..."

Heavy, puffy lids open to show her sulking eyes.

"Fucking tell me."

All she could do was cry in the moment, feeling completely dismembered by what she did and everything that involved the battered man in the bed. Elska takes a deep breath and flashes her eyes to the foot-board, unwilling to face her cohort.

It was her assumption that Toji may have felt the need to step in for Satoru initially since he vanished but discovered the more she drank from him that something was off, wrong.

The answer was in front of her all along.

'Was that what his blood was trying to relay to me? A confession?', she curiously ruminates over this but its not like it matters. After experiencing Satoru's blow up the only answer she can come up with is that its her fault, 'I should have refused Toji that night. I should've known something was up when he randomly appeared...'

Gojo suffered in solitude because she didn't put the pieces together.

Elska sighs, reaching over to the other side of the love seat to grab the sky blue silk robe draping on the far armrest. Not only could she use the security but the tips of her damp hair add to the overall chill.

Satoru and her have taken a separate room down the hall while Toji has been left to recuperate in her dormitory bed. He was so brutally mangled from the waist down when they removed him from the scene she wasn't sure what her insinuated ability would be able to do. She also didn't know how long it would take or if it even would take but he's remained steady. Without looking at him, Elska recalls just how close he was to losing his life.

Toji's legs have since healed which is pretty outstanding considering both femurs were demolished along with his pelvis and hips. His left leg was practically a transtibial amputation but even that area has since reattached. All of the fissures and cuts healed from the inside out but the tissues were completely regenerated thus leaving the absence of scars.

Elska purses her lips and exhales, reliving her horror as Toji endured a violent seizure when they went to lift his body away from the metal flytrap. He flailed uncontrollably for about 18 minutes and the sheer dread that washed over her and Megumi while the remainders of Toji's limbs succumb to the jagged metal was incomprehensible.

She wasn't completely sure how to feel for the man before her now, split between hatred and grief. Yes, Toji took care of her when she needed help the most but on that same slide, she would never have needed him to do so had he never ambushed Satoru and administered his disappearance.

'Why would Toji do this?'

'Everything is so complicated now...', she thinks into a sigh and sinks into the couch, physically acting out the waves of dread that flatter her.

Is Toji one of the villains? Did she save her boyfriend's enemy? Was everything that happened between her and Toji nothing but lies?

Elska looks inwards and replays some of her, regrettably, favorite moments with the giant. He seemed so genuinely protective, concerned...involved. This is when her eyes squint and instinctively dart over to the bed.

Toji is so still as the only thing that moves is his chest from slow, shallow breathing. Her anxious eyes soften when they take in the rugged features that she's become so accustomed to seeing. The amount of affinity she holds for this man is stupendous even while he's dubbed a traitor and it blows her mind how she's unable to tell if she suddenly became important to Toji or if he's always lurked just beyond her radar. 

'There's something about him that I can't deny...', and this has become more evident since she attempted her weird ability to save him. Duplicity peels her view off of him and to the floor as she struggles to imagine a happy outcome, even if he does wake up.

'What are they going to do with Toji?', a stark question with sharp implications. Another man pops into her head now, an additional unexplainable blunder.

As her gaze remains on the black-haired mystery, she admits to herself that she's also worried about Naoya Zenin. She's not heard a single word on his status and knows that likely go unchanged.

"Naoya's the enemy, Elska...", she reminds herself with an aggravated whisper, though she hardly believes the statement herself. Somewhere in her soul she acknowledges the blonde's strange impact on her but being as she's already drowning in drama, a silent wish leaves her lips for his recovery before culpably burying such thoughts.

Uncertainty brews in her chest as she inhales and straightens the fabric of her peach imitation satin night gown. All of the ones Satoru ever bought for her were the real deal but since they currently weren't on the best of terms she couldn't bring herself to wear one of those.

"Sati…," she looks to the empty space next to her, "Why is any of this even happening?"

Distraught over their argument and reeling over how she's only just gotten Gojo back, she laments to the way in which things have played out. What a joke. When the door to her left begins to open, Elska straightens her posture and tightly secures the robe across her waist with a hasty bow.

She looks up and finds a visibly upset Satoru who first glances at Toji in her bed before meeting her gaze.

'He came back!'

Gojo steps in, delicately shuts the door and then makes his way to the empty spot next to her on the couch. When he sits down, he places his back to the corner of the couch so he can face her at an angle.

Satoru can't stay angry forever especially knowing that his frustration is primarily being fueled by the fact that Toji wants to expose him.

He studies his love in the Gojo blue and how upset he left her to be all while reiterating, 'If she'd just let him die or if I actually killed Toji, things would be so much simpler…', but understands that she's clueless about that.

Gojo finds himself failing to figure a way out of Toji running his mouth, not knowing if killing him is truly left an option now after Elska did what she did.

'She wouldn't understand my relentlessness and I'm not sure I can uphold another huge lie like that, she's too aware now.', crosses his mind when as he watches a falling tear streak her cheek.

He said some pretty harsh things to her a few days ago, things that only left his mouth because he was projecting.

'I'm such a fucking dick...', swallowing his pride. Of course Elska shacking up with that two-faced fuck pisses him off but Gojo is also cognizant of the game Toji was playing with them. His brutality and venomous tongue stem from him not knowing how much longer he had to play her knight. 'How is this going to end? Can I hold it all together and...keep her?', Satoru keeps his view her, waiting for an answer of some sort as she insecurely meets his eyes. He can read her shame as if she wrote the feelings on her skin.

"Love, I'm sorry…" Satoru's voice is emulating his regret as he reaches his arms out to pull her in between his legs and against his chest, "Please...don't cry anymore...."

He nuzzles his face into her hair as he holds her, reinvented by being able to do that again after so long of being locked away and trapped in his own mind.

"I'm sorry too!", Elska sobs into his shirt.

'But it's not your fault at all...', he thinks and shudders over his little blame game. Silently, he wishes that he could just take her away from there, from all of the others that strive for her affections. It's not a matter of can or can't, he's capable of anything, 'They won't stop until they're made to...', but fucking the shaman world will only land them as foes to the cause.

He'd have to completely destroy those who oppose his ideals to ensure her safety; kill every last one of them.

Elska timidly relays, "I love you Sati...so much...", fighting back tears since the silence is unnerving. Clutching his shirt, "I missed you every single day...", smelling his natural scent and cries, "I didn't know...", she weeps into his chest with humility and clings to his actually being there.

Gojo smiles to this and squeezes her to support his wordless appreciation of her forgiveness, "I love you too, more than you'll ever understand.", fabricating his own fears into her ears as he offers his own. Satoru would give anything to take back time, way back before he was ambushed, to the first instance of Fushiguro's eyes lingering on his love for too long.

He would truly do anything for her, his Elska. For the next few minutes they stay there completely quiet and wrapped into each other to enjoy the embrace that they both have yearned for. Gojo's stomach growls, abruptly exchanging their peace for unexpected giggles.

"That reminds me love, that new bakery was supposed to put out a fresh batch of that cheesecake you like so much today…", Gojo's random words making her titter and lift her head from under his chin as if to see where he was going with this. He notes that she's already in her slip underneath the robe, her hair is wet and she honestly looks like she hasn't been sleeping well. It's also a cold night for fall.

"I was thinking we could go grab some together but I'll just make Itadori go with me since you're already in your sexy gear.", he chuckles to his own joke and jumps his eyebrows a few times in a playful way before sitting up to place a kiss on her forehead. Satoru brushes her cooled hair behind her ear while he paints a permanent picture of his view for the collection inside of his head. She is always so beautiful to him.

"My sweet Sati!" she shrieks in excitement, "A girl could ask for no more!"

She feels the tension between them drain away as he threatens to make her the happiest woman in the world; it really is her favorite. Most food, unless it has strong flavors goes unnoticed to her pallet so the running joke is she's so thin because she doesn't enjoy eating. Everyone always neglects how she clearly gains nutrients from consuming blood but it doesn't really bother her.

Gojo's heart seems so incredibly large to her that she wonders how it manages to fit inside his chest. She would never be able to stay mad at this man even with his flaws.

He's perfect to her.

"…And no less!", He now kisses her on the lips before adjusting himself off of the couch to stand up with significantly more personality than when he entered the room. He would much rather make her smile than cry; he's learned that about himself by now. The form of fulfillment that takes over as she chooses to be his after all of that shit with Toji is beyond the satisfaction he'd ever thought reachable when pertaining to another.

"Please…don't stay in here too long," Gojo feels his aura darken as he quickly shifts his eyes to Toji and has to brighten himself before looking back to her. "If you're not in our room when I get back then I'm going to eat it all myself!", masking his discontent for Toji's continued existence the best he can while beaming her his infamously cocky grin. They have no idea when or if he'll ever wake up but even in this comatose state, Satoru does not like leaving Elska alone with him.

He's walking to the door now but turns around to look at her and gives her a playful expression as if to say I'm not kidding either but she muses that she'll go now, sating his concerns. He chuckles and closes the door behind him but she's perched on the couch and gleaming with affection.

"Sati is incredible. Even at a time like this and with all he's suffered for the past 3 months…he's still so seemingly strong and confident."

Most find his arrogance completely off-putting and it certainly can be a lot to tolerate at times but she loves that most about him because it shows how he manages the darkness within. Elska's felt the hints of absolute wickedness in his blood for the past three years but was so confused by how it seemed to completely counter the man he presented before her. She thought perhaps she wasn't processing him correctly or something along those lines, like she was falling short of comprehension. It wasn't until Satoru attacked Toji in that god forsaken stone room did she catch her first glimpse of the man beneath the mask; the being pronounced by his blood.

It was truly terrifying if she were being honest with herself and if she had been in a better headspace at the time, she may have been able to do more to calm him then but it all happened so fast. Although frightened in the moment by his abrupt switch to ferocity she recognized that hatred, that beast within him and wanted so badly to assure him that he is still her Sati, no matter what form he takes.

With Elska's spirits lifted by their reconciliation she slowly stands to leave the room to return to her temporary one. As she starts shuffling to the door though she hears stirring from the bed and looks up to see Toji sitting upright, his once green eyes glowing red.

A stifled gasp hangs in her throat.

All of the hairs on her on her body stand up immediately at the sight of Toji's face; he's without any expression except for his eyebrows which are furrowed, his heavy gaze locking her in place. He stands up from the bed without so much as swaying from weakened or stiff muscles, feet planting with assurance. Growling now, Toji steps closer with increased concentration on her.

"…Toji? Are you…what's wrong?", Elska's standing still, trying to read her situation before making any sudden movements.

Toji growls again and with it comes an influx of energy that laces itself around his body.

Her eyes widen. She can sense his power, actually sense it which should be fucking impossible. Words fail her while she gawks in awe and thinks, 'There's so much of it…this is insane!'

Toji looks so wild, unbridled; she's unsure what he's about to do.

He's not saying anything in response, not suggesting anything in gestures, he just keeps walking closer to her, snarling.

Elska takes a few steps back from him once he nears until the backs of her thighs bump into the arm of the love seat. She feels the fear consume her face when he finally stops a couple of feet away from her and notices the cursed energy building up in both of his palms.

'How is he able to harness the energy now?'

Toji's illuminating burgundy eyes narrow with intent.

'Is he going to attack me?!', She realizes there's something wrong with him and that she being pushed to defend herself.

'Did I mess this up?', she screams within her mind.

'Is he...messed up?', Her heavy mind becomes full of unnecessary explanations.

Elska cautiously raises her hands, wanting to understand, "Toj-..", but he lunges at her instead.

His right arm reaches for her throat as she falls backwards over the side of the couch, his mass following and dropping down on top. The energy from his hand shot through her the moment his palm made contact with her skin, causing her to cry out in pain as it coursed through her and then into the floor. It's like she's become partially paralyzed; she didn't lose the ability to feel but moving her body? That's no longer an option.

'What the hell is this?, questions fire off, 'Is it a side effect to that attack or was that the purpose?'

Toji grabs her around the ribs with both arms and pushes her body along the cushions until the opposite arm of the couch bumps her head. He then settles himself on top of her leaving his left leg on the floor for balance. His sanguine eyes train on her as he hovers his face inches away and yells nothing in particular; Elska cowering and turning her head to the unrefined cry. The lack of reason in his expression is startling and causes her to contemplate on how she ignorantly played God while the monstrous results rest over top of her.

Toji abruptly leans back, gifting her instant reprieve. She still can't move her limbs but can feel herself being maneuvered by his hands as Toji folds her knees into her chest and tears the underwear from her body in a single effort. His heavy hands claw down her thighs towards her core.

'Why is he...'

After pushing down his waistband, he leans his hips into her and pries her legs apart with little regard to her reluctance. Toji then releases a tear drop of spit that falls onto the edge of her labia which he spreads with his erection, growling again lowly before pushing past her slit.

She's trying to call out to him as he shoves himself inside of her but she's being crushed under his weight. Her body is pinned into the cushions but she feels the couch itself being edged inches at a time as he continues to drive himself in and out of her.

"TOJI! STOP PLEASE!"

She closes her eyes and imagines Satoru instead on top of her as her mind tries to cope with the ravenous act Toji is facilitating.

"You're...you're hurting me!"

To her shock when she imagines her sweet Sati, it's extremely familiar which would have left her puzzled and would have, if she weren't being fucked relentlessly. The odd comfort from the thought works for a moment but then Toji bends her knees down into her shoulders, placing her in a slight inverted angle as he attempts to reach deeper within her, still hastily pumping.

Elska feels stretched and violated as he plummets into her. She's not sure if what she's feeling is pain or mixture of pain and pleasure after a few more minutes but she's still upset and confused as to what is going on.

Toji's gotten rough with her before but never like this; without warning or accommodation, without emotion or encouraging words. He was always so careful with her, so callously soft but right now it seems like his strokes will go on forever as she flaccidly absorbs the brunt of his impactful thrusts.

His eyes never leave her face. They hone into her obsessively, raging with blinding red thus certifying that there is no way for her to hide.

She whimpers his name, stunned by the regret bursting through her voice in an attempt to somehow reason with him, "Toji...pl-ease..."

His grunts resound more frequently, allowing the hope of his nearing his end.

The hope that this will be finally be over.

She feels like her bludgeoned insides have reached a point of discomfort that she will likely feel the next day; listening to the way his thighs and testicles slap her bare skin. Oddly enough, her body is starting to adjust to him, even wanting to relax but she can't bring herself to find comfort in this Toji.

She wonders for a moment as to why her pheromones aren't threatening to release, why she doesn't react to Toji as she does Naoya. Why is Toji assaulting her violently and with such brutality? What would Satoru do if he knew? If he saw this?

Her eyes snap shut again when his thrusts slow, her becoming thankful at this sign. If she could move, she'd fucking flee but given her circumstance she can only wait and pray to be left alone.

Toji pulls himself out of her and off of the couch, her legs folding out automatically as she opens her mouth and gasp for breath.

'Is it over?', she heaves and wonders with closed eyes, 'Please say its over...'

Through her eye lids she sees a shadow blaring down upon her as something smooth and slick nudges her cheek. When she opens them, she finds Toji standing over her with an insane teething expression and lightly pushes his member across her lips, inaudibly asking her to part them.

'...what?! More?!'

The one fragment of her body other than her eyes that she could influence and he was about to take control of that too.

His grin starts to fade when she prolongs on deciding what to do. Nervously, Elska looks back up to him while actively commanding her body to at least twitch but it's not enough. Toji grabs himself up with his right hand and kneels down on one knee, clearly lining up for her mouth as her head lies in the seat.

She decides to open it as there's not much else she can do and would rather avoid this entrance meeting the same fate as the last one.

'Why do this Toji?'

His eyes regain their red glow as he slides past her lips, expanding her jaw. He begins to thrust down her throat but not with the same barbarism as before; enough to keep a steady, gulling pace though. His moans roar through the room as he edges himself across her tongue, that wonderful mouth leading to an even smaller throat. As Toji sails into it but unable to fit himself entirely, she feels her head being pushed before he backs out to restart the process. He's gagging her every so often as his angle is not the best, restricting her and causing him to hit the back of her throat; saliva spilling to the sides of her mouth as he works his hips.

She grimaces when Toji places a hand behind her head to secure her and to work his prods, her eyes watering from convulsions of her esophageal muscles.

She can't even think anymore.

Toji thunderous moan couples with him twitching repeatedly against her tongue, shooting his contents down her throat as he lazily finishes with a few shallow nudges. The relief scouring his soul glistens in form of his physical blatancy while he feels himself spilling into her.

When Toji pulls himself out of her mouth she takes in a few deep breaths before he leans down and passionately kisses her. The affection coursing from his lips neglects the pairing of his brutal actions completely. His left hand tangles itself within her hair, snugly pulling her head to the side down toward the couch's cushions.

"T...Toji?", an eerily familiar anticipation resonates from somewhere deep inside of her.

After he releases his lips from hers, Toji's glowing gaze studies her for a moment where she's briefly awarded a glimpse of the Toji she recognizes in his new crimson stare. Profound emotions erupt and spill to form a even more foreboding clash of interests.

Toji languidly lowers her head down more before aligning his large forearm with her spine and lifting her closer towards himself. His mouth opens to expose his fangs; dragging the dry daggers across her jaw towards her ear where the skin catches as he makes his way for her neck.

When he sinks his fangs in, the world around Elska dissolves.

Her vision is obscured by nothing yet it fades to black as this novel, hermetic sensation swarms her. In reaction to the unbelievable puncture, her body tenses and arches in his arms to which he holds against his chest.

Toji is drinking from her but she is being filled with the Master's Ecstasy as the man she bit now craves and needs her blood. The ancient relationship between master and turned is revealed to her within her mind, another instant understanding just like before.

"He is yours."

'What is all of this? Toji's…master?' She just wanted to save him but is now dismayed by the possibility that she altered him somehow.

'What have I done to him…', she never wanted anything like that. 

However.

The draw he's pulling with is so corporeal. His absolute need of her essence gives birth to subsidiary perspective of his prospected future, the problematic territory poisoning her more than ever. Toji's violence has been forgotten at this point, she now can only feel his dedication, his obsession…his feelings for her simply by his fangs. Regaining only some movement in her arms she unsteadily lifts her right hand to place it on his face, the knowledge as to why he attacked revealing itself to form quite the explanation.

The one who is turned is starved through the process as the DNA synthesis beings. This synthesis mutates the complimentary messenger RNA sequences that changes the structure and form of the copied coded gene before leaving the nucleus to be translated by ribosomes to form specific foreign protein.

This protein then rewires the system on a cellular level and the body's natural energy is consumed to then destroy the previous cells in a balanced tandem or recreation. When the turned awakens from this synthesis their bodies will be severely depleted of energy and nutritional value as only the basic needs like volume, oxygen percentage, and viscosity are met upon this replacing of blood since the cells struggle to proliferate on their own.

A derangement may occur in the turned since the natural ritual is to engage in physically carnal acts and then feed but the trance of instinctual need may overpower their typical traits sending them into a sort of frenzy.

'Frenzy...',

An outside source will be registered to the turned as obligatory immediately but the turned will strive to find their master. If the turned is lucky enough to find his master, a deep bond may be formed as this is the best source to feed upon and is the reason for their new reality.

As the ancient data unfurls in her mind, Elska reaches Toji's cheek to find that it's wet and she comprehends that he's begun to quietly cry.

"Its...", Elska chokes out in a hushed tone, "Don't worry my beloved...", not understanding where the words came from.

Closing her eyes to relax to this sweet new sensation, alarm strikes when Toji unexpectedly jerks away and crashes to the floor. She sits up, having more mobility and cries his name in horror.

Toji's screaming at the top of his lungs as his hands come together and grasp his head. He's breathing heavily in between gasps, blood trickling below his left nostril and he grabs his chest, expressing confusion. She was frightened at first but slowly comprehends that he's currently suffering a sensory overload and has no idea how to modulate it.

Toji could taste Elska a few minutes ago as she has tasted him; he is just unable to process all of the new forms of information in that moment alone. She vaguely recalls herself reacting the same way with her first time but that couldn't make sense as she was the only one of her kind.

She's now second guessing herself as to whether that feeling is genuine or if she just imagined that her circumstance was similar because of all the hysteria. If it was a true hint to memory then that means she was originally…

"Elska…",

Her head darts upward when she hears Toji's voice for the first time in almost a week.

"…what the fuck is going on?",

The giant is more like himself, speaking and seeming aware thus demonstrating that his personality remains. Elska stands to wobbly stumble over his direction and his sudden remembrance of pride postures him more upright before kneeling up himself. Toji looks around the room encircling one spot as he meets her again observing her movement, noticing that her legs aren't working so smoothly.

"I really did tha-…Did…I…is this real?", Toji's eyes soften in remorse as he looks to his own hands for an answer to the malicious way he assaulted her moments before.

"Doll…I'm so sorry…", he brings one of his guilty hands to his mouth to feel his teeth which have already retracted back into his gums but that doesn't stop him from anxiously glancing back to Elska in search for an answer. That was his body invading her, he felt it all. 'What the fuck is going on?', he was there when it happened but he wasn't in control.

"Toji…", her cadence and tone are tiny as she speaks, "You were going to die, I didn't know what else to do…" The guilt she feels drags her head down to the ground while offering her explanation.

Toji's a rough but intelligent enough man to automatically start putting two and two together. His eyes blare open widely now, his mouth drooping open since he thinks he's slowly beginning to understand the situation.

"Holy shit…no way.", he's becoming perceptibly more amazed as the seconds passed. "Am I…", he hesitates as if he fears mockery but orients towards his doll, "…like you?"

They both turn to the door when its brusquely kicked open to display a not so entertained Satoru standing with bags of cheesecake. Gojo is clearly breaking down Toji's new presence that is easily sensed from the traces of his power still remain in the atmosphere.

"Awwwww FUCK.", Gojo peers in Toji's direction with a hateful sneer, "You're shit-dicking me…so he did survive…"

Satoru's eyes darken and his glare sharpens when he takes in Elska's tousled look that she did not have prior to his leaving and then to the drying blood that runs from her neck and chest. His malignant energy funnels out to en-capsule his immediate radius and then he points the lethal expression towards the cause.

"What the fuck did you do Toji?", Gojo drops the bags to the floor and proceeds to stalk over to him, "Your balls must be fucking massive. I won't fail to put you down this time."

Elska exhales and exhaustively shifts her gaze to the floor.

"Sati, take another step and I'll open my wings. Toji, same goes for you if you dare move.", her voice deep and commanding since she cannot handle them going at it. "I don't care what your reasons are anymore...", Elska lectures with finality, "But you are not about to repeat what happened six days ago again."