"Toji, what's going on?" The dark haired man halts in his tracks at the sound of his name masked in her voice. Elska peeks her head above the covers and repositions in a manner where she is fully draped by the comforter to face toward the direction both men are aligned in. Although still rather uncomfortable at being exposed underneath the blanket in front of Toji, her concern of the mentioned chaos prompted her to ask the obsidian-haired giant before he walked away. 'What does this mean for Sati? Who attacked? Are the others alright?', with her thoughts picking up speed, she ignores the post orgasmic bliss still rippling lightly through her nerves. She looks over at Satoru who just finished donning his black shaman pants and boots as silence fills the air.
Toji doesn't respond.
Almost as if on cue Satoru turns around to face her with a reassuring smile. Reaching out and running his hands through her long dark brown hair, she leans into his touch and closes her eyes for a moment, allowing the safety she feels in that breath spill over her.
"Was she not summoned for this too?" Satoru asks Toji, never breaking his gaze from Elska, wanting to just stay in this room with her forever. Just the two of them, together.
Nervously Toji shifts his stance as he tries his best to ignore the scene in front of him. "Nope. Not for this one." The annoyance lingering in his tone. 'Why does that cocky fucker always have to rub her in my face?', he callously asks himself.
Satoru leans down and kisses Elska's forehead, taking in the scent of her hair before releasing from her, wishing he'd have a wave instead. "If destroying this world would allow us our solitude, I'd kill everyone", he wants to say to her as he searches her eyes for confirmation that she won't be upset at him leaving her behind for this mission.
"If it's such a serious situation then I should come too. Everyone knows Satoru and I are unstoppable together!" Elska chimes in after realizing what Satoru was silently asking her.
She does not like this at all, it's so unusual.
"Gojo is unstoppable all by himself" Toji rebuttals mockingly. No one other than him in the room knowing if it was directed at her or what he himself was saying.
"Love, are you going to be alright staying here? I'll be back as soon as I can." He sighs, ignoring Toji's obvious display of jealousy, more wrapped up with the fact that he finds this situation to be rather unsettling. Usually, Satoru and Elska were called to missions together, the only times excluding this being when one's already engaged in a differing assignment which is rare. Satoru never needs back-up when he fights but the elders love the demonstration of power the two put on that reflects a direct representation of their organization. That's about the only thing the elders love about them. 'Something is not right here…', he thinks to himself. He can feel it.
"I would really rather not, what if something happens to you and I'm not there to hea-…", but Satoru bends down to press his lips onto hers, grabbing the back of her head as if she would even protest the display of affection.
She would never.
The way his tongue slips into her mouth and calms her being, it's incredible how that same kiss can stir so many different emotions within. She moans quietly as she feels him pull away, revealing the almost forgotten Toji back into her sight. He's staring right at them, 'What is with him today?', she wonders seeing how intensely his green eyes burn into her being.
"Love, you know you don't have to worry about that, I am the strongest after all!" His smile gleams confidence, unlike his eyes that are becoming darker behind his façade. She's not certain if she's right about that but she knows there's something Satoru is keeping from her. That she has been sure of.
"We have to leave Gojo." Toji reminds in a low, drawn out tone as he bucks his body up and away from the door that he was leaning against. 'It's almost time…', he tells himself, trying to hold back a grin as he takes in Elska's beauty.
"My love, just wait here for me, I'll be back before you know it." He kisses her one last time before retracting the hand that held on the back of her neck. "And don't worry, ok?", he soothes to her.
"I love you Sati…please check in with me with you can and just be safe, please." She looks up at him, feeling instantly cooler without his heat meeting her skin. Plagued with the worry brewing in her mind about her man and this secretive exchange that's going on between him and the other. It's so cryptic. She knows there are some things that he doesn't or won't talk about, everyone has those subjects. What could it be that would involve an attack of some sort? 'What the fuck is going on?', she wonders, trying to maintain her composure. She decides that when he gets back, they're going to have a talk about this whole situation.
Gojo gathers up his shaman jacket after throwing on a shirt before turning to her and flashing one last smile her way before he leaves. "I love you too, be good while I'm gone.", his tone easing into a carefree one towards the end of the statement and adding a wink. 'What an adorable man.', she internally concludes and returns his sweetened sentiment. As he closes the door behind him and prompts her to lock it, 'Like he's one to talk…', she sees Toji's eyes meet hers right before the sliver becomes nonexistent, and the door shuts. He looked so angry.
"Seriously, why was Toji being so weird, it was…creepy.", she breathes to herself as she lies back down, knowing she won't be able to go back to sleep. Not with her thoughts running a million miles a minute playing out endless possible scenarios that maybe could explain what was going on. Why was she being kept out of it, and officially at that matter? Who were they about to hunt down?
Even with the weight of the unknown situation bearing on her chest, she never would've thought that Satoru wouldn't come back that night…or any night in the foreseeable future. If she'd known then what she knows today, she would have kept him there, with her, just the two of them, together. Toji is incredibly strong. She might not have been able to hold her weight against him then, but she would have tried if it meant stopping the chain of events that were to about unfold…if only she knew then what she knows today.
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"You mind explaining to me what the fuck that was up there?" Satoru barks as he climbs into the passenger seat begrudgingly, thinking he should just manipulate his infinity and teleport to their destination and leave Toji behind. He definitely would, if he wasn't concerned about him being in Elska's proximity right now. He knew Toji had a thing for her but lately his colleague has become less concerned with hiding it and aggressive in the most passive of ways. 'That too is unsettling…', he silently stakes.
Toji starts his '96 pearl-white Mercury Cougar. His slick black hair cascades slightly over his brows and around his face, covering his ears. His bright green eyes usually feign warnings of his temper and his ability to handle anyone that would be stupid enough to challenge him. He scoots around in his seat until he can comfortably sit his massive body. He was huge. A tall, lightly tanned, dangerous looking man with toned muscles that make it appear that he must have a workout routine that he engages in even while he's sleeping. His arms are riddled with deep scars, complementing one that lies etched into the corner of the right side of his lips making it's easy to imagine that he has them all over his body. The Shaman Killer, an old name he no longer reveres but it's still a fitting name for this massive man, nonetheless.
"What? The part where you were still humping her while I was standing in the doorway? What the fuck was that? And what exactly do you fucking expect me to do you prick?" Toji snarls, exposing more of his displeasure than meaning to.
Satoru, obviously amused at the fact that seeing them in their raw form bothered Toji so much sits up in his seat, showing his own height as well. "You just looked like a hungry man ready to ravage my wo-…wait a minute…Toji" he continues in a taunting tone,"Were you looking at my dick?", Satoru turns his head cheekily away and gives the monster of a man a scared side-eyed look for dramatic effect.
"I am a very hungry man but do not misunderstand you obnoxious cunt, I would rather chop off my own dick than ever lay my eyes on yours." Toji says with a surprisingly resolved tone, Satoru noticing. Satoru also picked up on the fact that Toji admitted he was not looking at him nor did he deny the hunger, knowing exactly what it was in reference to. Who it was in reference to. 'My Elska.', he thinks to himself bitterly, put on edge by the changing dynamics.
"Oh FUCK!" Satoru jumped forward in his seat simultaneously slapping the dashboard of the car so hard, the glove compartment swings open littering papers and empty cigarette packs into the passenger floorboard.
The car comes to a screeching halt in the middle of the road, luckily one that didn't bear any other traffic at the time. "What Gojo?! Where do you see it?! Gojo!" Toji's voice level raises in preparation of a fight, already putting the car into neutral and engaging the brake before reaching behind him to pull out a katana. 'Where is his worm?', Satoru wonders while deciding to ask him later.
Gojo, with his posture slumped forward and head down speaks up finally, "Fuck man we have to hurry with this fucking assignment; my love hasn't fed yet today. We were getting to that part before we were rudely interrupted.". Shifting his eyes from Toji, he pauses, a sigh leaving him as he puts his hand to his head placing his fingers and thumb on either side of his temples, "I hope she's not feeling sick...".
He knows exactly what Gojo means by this statement. Toji allows himself images of her straddling over his muscular lap, making her way to his neck and erotically piercing the flesh walls that stand between her and his lively essence. It makes the blood pump to Toji's lower half as he monologues, 'She hadn't fed yet today, huh?' The vision of her becoming desperate for a feeding brings a slight smirk to his face, bending the scar over the corner of his lips. He pushes in the clutch pedal with his left foot and manipulates the shifter left and then up into first. With a devious little smile, he uses his right foot to press the gas pedal, lifting his left foot to work in tandem and easing the car into forward motion effortlessly.
Toji is always able to gauge the right amount of pressure needed.