Genghis waits in a bulky wooden chair outside of the throne room with fingers anxiously tapping on the long slender box in his lap.
Gazing around the bleak area of mediocre decor, he shudders to the never-changing interior. He's not particularly uppity but after a couple hundred years you'd think that someone would become bored of seeing the same dusty ass rooms.
But something else is plaguing Genghis, he barely cares about this place's attractiveness if he's being honest.
Under his breath and with impatience, he mumbles, "Why hasn't she come to see me yet? Surely, she can sense my arrival."
The longing he feels over temporarily reuniting with this woman tugs at his heart as it's been far too long since he last laid his eyes one her. Separation is not natural. The cathedral door creaks open triggering Genghis to jump to his feet.
"The Konungr is ready to see you now.", coldly conveys a large winged man with dirty blonde hair and jet black feathers, likely from Pure Blooded Hands. This is a group of highly disciplined turned that exceed your typical turned's energy wielding capabilities on Gaia. They're handpicked by the Pure blooded family to serve as life long protectors.
"Perfect. Thank you.", the Titer cajoles while speedily following behind the long-striding guard.
When they enter the familiar but ridiculously large stone room, Genghis notices that the King has been slumped over to the side in what he can only assume as boredom. His medium-length deep auburn hair appears disheveled and unkempt and his usually radiating red eyes appear bland as if someone sucked the contrast from them. The old, Welsh-like wood throne remains the same; aged, postured high with thick crafted legs and impressively tall with wings that angle unnaturally upward, as some would say. In truth, it's the form the feathers take when turning another. Under the left arm the words 01 Ylir 13 that basically equate to December 13th, 0001 glisten gold to commemorate the King's first day as ruler.
'This hasn't changed one bit either…', Genghis surmises after looking over the barren walls that hang violet flags representing royalty with the symbolic wings etched in gold thread, 'Its no wonder he seems so uninterested.'
"Temujin! My friend!", the King excitedly stands from his throne and grins, having missed the Titer, "How have you been? What is this vital matter I've been given word of?"
Genghis reaches the base of the 10ft wide stone stair case draped with a narrow, violet woven rug down the middle that leads to 18 steps where at the top, the king stands. At the third step, he bows wholeheartedly, wishing to demonstrate his alliance to this world's ruler.
"Please, raise your head Temujin. You are my friend and I wish to hear of your concerns.", offers the King with a sincere smile on his face. His enthusiasm is depleted however, when he reads the importance in the Titer's demeanor, desperately hoping it hasn't anything to do with his queen. "Is it Elska?!", he asks with chilled veins.
"Fear not your majesty, Lady Oda is alright but I cannot determine for how long…", Genghis's voice heartlessly trails off. When the horror strikes the King's expression, he explains, "I have urgent but unfortunate news regarding your adversary, Satoru Gojo."
The King growls and intensifies his presence and Genghis cunningly anticipates the need to wince in reaction.
"What about Satoru Gojo?", Bengill seethes as he recalls the worst day of his life; the day the silver-haired man stole her. He wants nothing more than to spike the shaman's head and put in on display in his own bedroom. Perhaps the dining hall for celebrations. Genghis takes a deep, worrisome breath which unnerves him so he asks again, "What is it Temujin? SPEAK!"
Looking up towards the king Genghis laments, "Konungr, I do not know how to relay this but he has been turned by Lady Oda…"
Energy wildly sparks from the king, impacting multiple areas of the throne room around them. Genghis quickly ducks his head and hides the smirk along his lips before continuing, "He forced her to do it, as the others she's turned did before. She would never have chosen this on her own. These men treat her horribly and only view her as a means of power. Because of these conditions, I do not know how much longer she will be able to deal with their sadism, Konungr."
The King falters with wide eyes, his heart ripping apart to the thoughts of his beautiful Elska being manipulated and harmed for other's enjoyment.
Genghis waits patiently for another expected outburst while thinking to himself, 'Bengill's almost to his breaking point…I can feel it.'
With his deep voice, the King shouts so loudly that the floor shakes, causing chandeliers to collapse around Genghis who this time, doesn't even offer a flinch.
Flaming the situation, the sly Titer adds, "As you very well know, Satoru Gojo is formidable. My instincts tell me that he will become too powerful, Konungr, regrettably now, even for you…" Genghis calmly inhales when winged guards rush into the room after the alarm of Bengill's presence, knowing full well that the King will protect him.
"LEAVE! I AM FINE!", commands the king, "Temujin is one of us, do not dare touch him!" The six guards distrustfully linger around the Titer which infuriates him further so he beseeches, "Temujin...show them, won't you?", as his eyes fall to his golden-robed friend.
Genghis smirks with audacity and nods, "As you wish, Konungr.", turning his head upwards before releasing a wild scream.
The discomfort he feels as the wings form and shred through muscles hijacks his ability to take in oxygen. 'Since I hardly do this, I've not become accustomed to the pain…', he reflects while trying to maintain a composed air. Once they form, relief circulates through as his glowing eyes narrow to the skeptical guards. The incredible feeling of freedom surges through Genghis as he's typically forced to keep his true self hidden for the sake of his plans. No one other than Amnessia is aware of this secret but he's confident in her fidelity as her flavor proclaims absolute loyalty.
Bengill smiles down upon the jet-black feathers and gesticulates to his guards, "As I meant. This man is assisting me in the retrieval of our beloved queen. His desires coincide with my own so I will not have him harmed while under my care!" He remains stoic as the guards bow and leave but Bengill now becomes trodden down by the reality of his Elska living through hell on Genghis's Earth. Sensing an additional presence entering the room from behind him, the King asks without moving, "De, what took you so long?"
Genghis's eyes wildly unfasten while his lips part and he can't help but utter, "Master…", to the arrival of the King's beautiful sister. She winks at him which makes his wings incessantly flutter but it's hardly a concern as he does not wish to hide his affections. The King is very aware of their bond.
Looking over her beloved turned, Deila slyly questions her brother, "What has you so upset? I'm sure your energy was felt throughout the entire castle. You'll worry everyone acting like that."
Although she fully comprehends what is occurring, she feigns ignorance for the sake of the future her and Genghis are fabricating.
Gracefully waltzing down the padded area of steps, she opens her arms while almost obnoxiously cooing, "My Temujin, how I've missed you so!", grinning when the Titer falls to his knees and wraps his arms around her. Grooming through his slicked-back black hair, she revels in his touch, his dedication, his love.
Bengill casually sits back down into the sturdy throne, welcoming their romance as it warms his heart to see them both so happy. This scene brings him back to the way Elska would hold him though and how her sweetened mannerisms would only be witnessed by himself alone as she was unusually volatile to others.
"My dear queen…please have strength until I can rescue you…", almost inaudibly sneaks out of the King's throat, 'And how will I defeat Satoru Gojo? I couldn't even touch him before and I'm the strongest in the land.'
As Genghis stands and embraces Deila, the King takes notice of the long box laid by their feet so he questions, "Temujin. What is that?"
Genghis kisses his master while whispering, "Please, let me taste you before I return?", frantic over the thought of having to be without her or her blood after having made contact. He's addicted to her essence, completely submissive to her whims, her entirety.
Looking back up to King with a rejuvenated aura, he states, "Konungr, this is a very special sword. This katana was once wielded by the man Lady Oda turned first, Toji Fushiguro, and it holds properties that can disrupt that pesky infinity that Satoru Gojo shields himself with." He watches the King's eyes light up with hope so he grabs the box and trudges up the steps to present it to him properly.
Bengill sears the cardboard away with his energy, revealing the beautifully kept weapon before him. Grabbing it by the hilt, he holds it up vertically and stares into the blade, "Are you positive this will hurt that deplorable excuse of a living creature?", referring to Gojo. He has trouble ignoring the lingering scent of Fushiguro because it temporarily muddles him by how he's unable to sense the maliciousness that Genghis described the man to be. He may have spent more time on these thoughts but Bengill becomes distracted when its clear the Titer has formulated a response.
"I am.", Genghis replies simply but then adds, "I've had its capabilities enhanced since acquiring it too. Toji and Satoru were once enemies and I received reports that when it was brought before the silver shaman, Gojo backed away even when he clearly overpowered Fushiguro. It set off his instincts of self-preservation." The Titer smirks to feeling Deila's gratified eyes resting on him, something he can sense easily, "Had Toji wielded this improved version of it then, he surely would've cut Satoru Gojo down."
The King waves his hand to warn Genghis that he's going to give a test swing and only begins doing so when his trusted friend is out of range. Satisfied by the katana's balanced weight he announces, "I will massacre every single monster that had a hand in my beloved's turmoil. They will all die brutal, horrible deaths…to coincide for their treatment of others while they experienced life. Satoru Gojo's will be the absolute worst." Revamped by this edge given on the prospective battle, the King's eyes befall to Genghis, "We should be ready to invade that world very soon. We will overwhelm them with our numbers and end every human life that inhabits that unnecessarily cruel planet of yours."
Genghis bows, "You will be doing them a merciful service, Konungr. Everyone on Earth suffers needlessly. The shaman rampage through the cities, plundering and taking women and children for their own. My words may echo treachery but I believe that would be best if you aim to destroy everything."
Uplifted by the encouraging words, Bengill sweetly sighs as he's under the impression that resetting that planet would be the kindest action he could initiate, "Never should it be the case where the masses be abused by few. With our previous discussions of your world's technology that is supposed to make them advanced, it's shameful how that idea is not reality. With no true ill will, I can only hope the humans choose a different path next time.' His heart once again agonizes however as he worries for his beloved Elska, "Do they at least feed her, Temujin? Don't hold back, I wish to know everything so I can carry this ferocity with me when we attack…"
Genghis approaches Deila and takes her hand into his own before he proceeds with his lies, "Konungr, I do not think it would be wise for me to disclose everything, I do not wish to upset y-…".
"TELL ME!", the king bellows out. The sheer weight in his voice instantly creates energized patterns that ends up shattering the stained-glass windows into pieces; raining the shards sideways into the room, near them. The King is not usually this out of control but with Elska's anguish being the topic, he's simply unable to regulate himself.
Genghis does his best to withdraw his excitement, pretending as if he's seriously mulling over sharing the information or not. "Konungr…please..."
Bengill launches from the platform and down onto the floor with a powerful thud, landing inches away from his sister and friend while growling, "I need to know Temujin…it will add to my resolve, also to the justified creativity to the slaughter…"
"As you wish…", Genghis dramatically sighs before emulating a man of sympathy, "They only feed her when she's on the brink of death, Konungr. She's too powerful to for them to trust otherwise. They feel they must keep her weak." He watches the King's face twist into desolation but continues, "I'm working on a solution for that though. My pupil, Suguru Getou...he's been fighting her turned in order to get close to her. He cares for Lady Oda but I swear to you he is no threat and I humbly ask that in return for his grace in aiding her situation that increases his danger, that you do not harm him when all of this comes to pass. He is worthy."
The King looks suspicious, something Genghis desperately wants to alter, so he proceeds with, "I aim to have him turned as well so he can become strong enough to ward them off when she needs help. He will feed her as much as she needs and is working directly under me to improve her ailing state." That was the second truth he's told today. Temujin definitely wants Suguru to become like them and for the gains in strength. 'Little one, have you succeeded yet?', he wonders while shamefully remembering how mean he was to his pupil prior to embarking here.
The first truth was in regards to Toji's katana. 'How lucky that he would've left it behind at the base and never looked back…', recalling Choso's written report of Satoru's attacking Fushiguro once being freed from talisman bondage.
Deila speaks up, "My dear brother, we will get your beloved Elska Oda back…and soon. Do not work yourself anymore than you already are, our people still need you." She couldn't help but advise this after sensing his patience running thin compared to the time frame until they can attack, "Give this Suguru Getou your blessing and pray he's able to help her until you can arrive…"
The King scoffs, rejecting the idea of his beautiful queen sinking her fangs into anyone else other than himself and let's not even bring up the additional intimacies that come along with that. Ultimately however, he closes his eyes and shakes his head, comprehending that his beloved needs all the help she can get.
'If this pupil proves to be a problem in the future, I'll have to end him as well…', he monologues with rationality. After making eye contact with them both though, Bengill nods and reluctantly states, "I will make sure it is known that he is not to be maimed in the process of this invasion…" Still gripping the katana, he heads back up the steps but past the throne, "Temujin, as always, I appreciate your diligence in regards to my queen. This information weighs on me though so I will have to excuse myself for the time being. If I do not see you before you leave, know that you have my hopes for safe travel, my friend."
Genghis follows the King's exit while abstaining from his rushing desire to be with his master. Once he's certain that Bengill is far enough away though, he wastes little time and tackles Deila to the ground, swarming her with affection until she squeals and giggles in response. Pushing her rugged but wealthy gown up, his brow salaciously furrows to the sight of his master awaiting his touch.
Deila unfastens the hooks of the purple velvet material that layers over her breasts, claws at the slip that resides underneath it and tears it open to expose herself to her turned. His fangs form which makes her aroused so she guides him with a hand on the back of his head to aim for her neck. When Temujin pierces her, she writhes in euphoria and arches her back against the hard stone floor, lusting for her beloved as he drinks.
"These worlds will soon be our own my beloved. You've far surpassed my expectations.", moaning into his hear when he hungrily whimpers to her flavor. Everything feels right until she picks up a feminine scent that irks her beyond measure. Deila snatches a chunk of Genghis's hair and rips his teeth from her before demanding, "Who is this woman I smell on you?!".
Genghis half-chuckles to her jealousy before he wipes his mouth and closes her wounds, explaining, "She is nothing master. I swear to you she merely helps me pass the time.", which he found to be a sufficient answer so he's not expecting the harsh slap that jolts his view back towards the steps.
"Kill her if she means nothing. I will not stand for you having relations with another, you foolish bastard." Deila means every word she's saying as she threatens to unleash fury over the existence of this unknown woman.
"Fine. Consider it done.", Genghis submits once more in his words but in the back of his mind, he truly has no intention of ending Amnessia's life and it's only in this moment does he realize that the Titer woman means more to him than he originally thought.
When the satisfaction reappears on Deila's face, Genghis shakes Amnessia from his mind and leans down for a kiss, groaning to her groping as she fights past his robes. With bated breath, he informs her, "Everything is going according to plan. I will continue to help Lady Oda until she too has an army that can withstand your brother's."
Dragging his tongue across her breasts to her nipple, which he teases, Genghis gasps to his length being gripped. Through a moan he adds, "They…mmmmmmmmm…", he chuckles into her skin as she strokes, "They will kill each other off until there's hardly anyone left to oppose us. We will destroy those that remain so long as Bengill can remove Satoru Gojo. You will be the ultimate ruler my dearest Deila…"
His voice breaks when she guides him through her core, his hips rolling as soon as she removes her hands. "They all believe that the King has gone mad…and he will appear that way when he arrives with the intent to wipe out the world…"
Pushing away her brilliant blonde hair from her breasts, he abruptly thrusts into her, "My pupil will have his wife and I will have mine…"
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Naoya is the first to wake and is startled by his surroundings as the sunlight beacons into the room.
"Oh shit, that's right…", he mutters, having become accustomed to the Titer compound but is now elated by the warmth of the actual sun, "We're back!"
Giddily, he rolls to his side and finds his princess soundly sleeping with Toji's arm wrapped around her. Naoya's eyes shift to the bed causing him to giggle to Choso's outline as it almost makes her look pregnant. He sighs though, "That would be so nice baby. I cannot wait for our children to be born.", leaning down to kiss her cheek. Lifting the sheets, he makes out Choso slumbering away like a sweaty child who's fever recently broke. The being stirs a little so Naoya drapes the blankets over him once more, shifting to get out of bed without disturbing anyone else.
When he stands and stretches, he looks over at Gojo and takes in the half smile on the silver shaman's face.
"I kind of miss you, asshole.", he whispers while covering him up with the light blue comforter of the bed he lays in, "And you better wake up before the rings are done!", but this causes Naoya to freeze as he recalls how the jeweler still doesn't have Toji's nor his own ring size. The Zenin wheezes and thinks, 'This would be the perfect time to get it!', as he heads towards the closet to unlace the first shoe he finds. "Ah ha!", he triumphantly cries when he locates one, unravels it and then tiptoes over towards Toji.
Naoya prepares himself for this sneaky mission, wanting the rings to remain a surprise for his cousin as well.
"Wrap it around his finger, pinch it off and run like fuck!", he quietly tells himself as he lowers to his knees and reaches for Toji's arm that's latched to Elska. Lifting his wrist carefully, the blonde nearly screams when Toji unconsciously pulls away, 'That scared the shit out of me!', he thinks while laughing.
Toji's hand is easier to reach now as it drapes over his own abdomen, "HA!", Naoya carefully bends back his cousin's ring finger and tucks the shoe lace in between it and the digits beside it, luckily getting it around it on the first try. 'Success!!!', he beams as he burns off the remaining lace that wasn't apart of the sizing process but his heart skips a beat when the large hand reaches up for his throat and forces him to cower through a threatening voice.
"What kinda weird shit are you up to boy?", Toji groggily asks, releasing Naoya's throat since he honestly didn't mean to do that. As the blonde is rubbing his neck with a displeased expression, Toji adds, "What? You should know better than to sneak up on me. You're lucky I didn't kill you!", half laughing in his drowsy state. "So are you trying to hold my hand or what you fucking fruit ball?"
Naoya pouts and defensively states, "Absolutely not!", he grunts, "There was a bug so I came over here and killed it! DUH!" He reaches out for Elska, "I couldn't have it crawling on my princess, you see…"
Toji narrows his eyes, not believing a single word the Zenin said but also knows he wasn't trying to cause any harm, "Yeah right you little shit.", laughing louder than he meant to.
"You're such a dick!", Naoya points his finger, "Next time, I'll just evacuate the princess and let you get stung!"
Toji rolls his eyes playfully but sits up, stretches and then glances to Elska, "Oh. So she's still asleep, huh?", the depression in his voice obvious as he's concerned about her.
"Unfortunately…", Naoya whispers as his eyes fall to her as well, "It's only been a few hours though so she may just need to get a full 8 in.", he relays to his cousin, being relieved when Toji nods in agreement.
"You're probably right. Maybe switching is taking more out of her than it used to.", his response genuine as Toji's knows she's changing more and more every day. 'Will you be our Elska when you wake up?', he wonders dreadfully, not wanting to think that the other side of her will appear. He's not sure what he'd even do if she did.
Naoya checks his watch, "I have to go run a quick errand but I shouldn't be too long.", but to his dismay, he's immediately met with disapproval from Toji which he wasn't expecting so he asks, "Am I not allowed to, daddy Fushiguro?"
Toji's face scrunches up, "Don't ever say that again…", but adds, "I just don't think you should go on your own with Chonan sending shaman after you." The giant stretches in place and reaches under the sheets to rub his hand along Elska but ends up screaming, "SHIT-WHAT-THE-FUCK!", having forgotten Choso was under there as well. After quickly recalling, he irritably shares, "God damn he freaks me out by being there!", shaking his hand wildly as if to repel the hairy sensation.
Naoya cackles deeply to the point to where he's in slight tears, some being from mental exhaustion while the rest from sincerely finding Toji's response, hilarious.
"YOUR FACE!"
Toji glares.
Naoya calms his laughter and clears his throat before nudging Toji who's now getting out of bed as well, "Will you go with me then? I wanted this to be a surprise but I won't argue that there's a target on my back. It won't be worth much to my princess if I'm not successful anyways." He watches Toji contemplate this and anxiously awaits his answer while adding, "It's for all of us but especially for her…Gojo helped too actually!"
Toji squints his eyes, "It's not lingerie, is it?", but is pleased when Naoya religiously shakes his head no. "Okay...but…", Toji's brow jumps as if he's displaying something obvious, "Are we supposed to leave her with Choso though? After what just happened? What about Getou?", him looking to the bed before witnessing the absolute dread that washes over Zenin.
"I'd almost forgotten about him.", Naoya seethes while glaring at the visible portion of Getou's sleeping body. Peeling his eyes away from the Titer for the sake of his good mood, he thinks heavily on the Choso situation and after a few moments of reflection, with complete honesty he tells his cousin, "I don't think Cho will be so quick to feed her after that…", comprehending that the consequences were far too great last time and that Choso probably learned his lesson. He whines a little in his muddle over leaving them alone but decides to nudge the being awake, "Cho…hey Cho, wake up for a sec…", but doesn't have any luck. "Arghhh…", he vexes while bringing his focus to Toji, "Let's just make it really quick. I only need to drop off some specs and then I'll be done."
Toji still isn't sure about this but he also doesn't want to let Naoya go alone, "You're dead set on whatever this is aren't you?", he inquires to the blonde who immediately boasts, "YEP!" Walking over to table with a note pad by the door, he picks it up and writes a quick note that will inform everyone of their stepping out.
Naoya peers from behind Toji to see what he's writing and reads:
Doll Naoya and I had to run to the store really quick but we will be right back. All of the students have been ordered to stay away from this side of the campus so don't freak out when you wake up and nobody is around. Please do not feed until we return so everything can be safely monitored. Nanami and Shoko should be nearby if you need something. We love you and will come back as soon as we can.
Your beloved
"Awww you're such a big softie! But you forgot something!", Naoya says as he snatches the note and pen from Toji.
He adds:
Princess, we will be bringing back a gift so make sure you're ready to accept! :D Cho, if you're reading this, you better behave otherwise I'll be very upset with you. No feeding her, GOT IT?! Good. GREAT. I'm so glad we understand each other XOXOXOXO (That was for her, not you!)
Your devilishly handsome and amazing Prince
"There!", Naoya smiles widely and walks back over to the bed and places the note on the pillow beside Elska. He bends down to connect their lips and hums to the sensation, wishing she'd be awake to return his affections. "I love you…", he whispers over her slumbering face, unenthusiastically leaving her side as Toji impatiently urges him to go.
"Boy lets make this quick. The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll be back.", he nags while pushing Naoya out the door. As he closes it, he stares at Elska until the sliver disappears. Experiencing some dejavu, he smiles to old times after whispering his love for her as well.
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Now that Elska has settled down a bit, Suguru takes this opportunity to explain the situation.
"Little one?", he softly asks, tickled when she lifts her head and shows those puffy, dashed-out colorful eyes, "We're going to the second stage now and you'll probably be shown something else from your past…"
Elska sniffles but curls into his chest and admits, "I don't really want to but I understand that its necessary...I just wish I didn't have to do it..." She's bewildered by how supportive Getou's being and how brave he seems as he'll have to watch whatever it is too. 'He's irresistible now, when did he become this way?', slowly reaching up to touch his face which seems to catch him off guard, the evidence being how he's frozen in place.
"Elska?", he inquisitively questions since her expression has become so penetrating that it almost makes him turn away out of astonishment. Despite this, when her fingers cup his cheek and jawline, his eyes glow in response. He opens his mouth to say more but she brushes her thumb over his bottom lip with an undeniable intensity that makes his heart and groin throb.
"I…", she pauses for a moment as she comes to terms with her own wishes, "I want to thank you, Suguru…for being there for me…" She gulps down air when his hand blankets her own, his gentle touch holding it steady while he brushes his face into her palm. When his lips turn inward and plant into her wrist, she whimpers noticeably and doesn't even attempt to retract its existence.
"I will always be here for you. Have you not learned that I'm head over heels yet?", chuckling quietly to her blushing expression. He searches her eyes for any indication that he's misreading her mannerisms but his brow furrows with confusion when he can only sense her longing. "Am I being delusional?", he asks out loud, fearing that he indeed was, "You seem...a little...in need."
Elska sighs into a shy smile, "No…what you're picking up from me is the truth."
Suguru bends his neck to lower himself, Elska waiting for his lips in anticipation. When their mouths meet, a rush shoots through her body and she's instantly grabbing the back of his neck to keep him there. He pulls away and shares his hunger which fires her up even more. "Take me.", she begs with parted lips and an insatiable desire to feel him inside of her again.
Suguru exhales a long breath while lowering her down to her feet and studies her as she lays down in the golden grass. Before he knows it, he's dropping down to his knees and hovering over her body while she whimpers his name.
It's everything he's ever wanted, this exact scenario.
His right wing automatically curls inward, obstructing his view of her so he pushes it aside and huffs when it springs back. They both chuckle at his frustration as he tries redirecting it again but when she guides the wing over, it remains and it blows his mind. "You've always had that effect on me…I was just too dense to realize it sooner…", he states as he trails his tongue from her breasts to her neck.
Elska gasps to his caressing, running her fingers through his long black hair as his face comes up to meet hers again. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rolls them over to the best of her ability, silently thanking him for giving in as it allowed her to evade struggle. The surprise in his eyes warms her from below as she's able to tell that he wouldn't have pushed her to make this happen without her consent. His hands grip her rear roughly which incites a desperate moan and compels her to trace his defined chest with her fingertips.
He still can't believe that she's gearing up to ride him. His heart is wildly beating as if he was about to lose his virginity all over again. This has put him in a mood though, undoubtedly, and he thinks to try something on her, something he loves.
Holding her thighs, he slinks his body down more until they rest on either side of his face. She instantly becomes flustered and he can tell she thought to get up but he teases, "If you let me do this, you won't regret it.", and bites his lip when she relaxes. He positions her legs one at a time to allow his shoulders to slide through and reaches up from around her back to massage her breasts as he begins licking Elska's labia.
"I've…", she fumbles out, "…never done it this way before.", already melting to the how his eyes alluringly glare at her while he submerging into her arousal. She watches carefully as he lifts his neck and inserts his tongue, causing her to cry out in a heated manner and leaving her feeling as though he's extremely into this position. Getou pulls her on her waist but she fights it as she doesn't want to crush him but then his voice vibrates against her entrance, "I promise, you will not hurt me.", so slowly gives in and relaxes.
Suguru moans against her core, losing himself to his view and the taste that flows across his tongue. Elska leans to the side and stabilizes herself with her arm, causing him to twitch as he perceives the pleasure on her face. He flings his tongue erratically from side to side, mesmerized by her gasps that fill his ears.
"You're perfect…", he speaks into her skin, suckling on her swelling clitoris, carefully grazing his teeth against it while dragging his nails down her soft back. It's hidden by her body but he smiles widely when she absentmindedly grinds against his face. "Yess…", he hums, wanting to feel the pressure of her existence against his jaw.
Something happens though that causes Elska to suddenly climb off of him though which riddles him with unease but as he's propping himself up onto elbows to ask her what's wrong, his words are stolen as she swiftly swallows down his length.
"Oh…my…G-…", he can't even finish his sentence.
Elska doesn't know what's come over her, perhaps his oral ministrations, but she's quick to bob her head over him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made her. Suguru sits up more and wraps his hand into her hair, the other on collecting strands so he can watch and to her surprise, the very idea of this all happening liquefies her. She purposefully gags herself to gauge his reaction, trying to feel out what he's into in order to serve him in that way so when lips wantonly break apart, she nearly grins to his longing expression as she does it a second time, trying to hint that she likes it too. When Suguru lightly thrust his hips into her, she accepts as much of him as she can and allows him to take control.
"Such a good little Elska…", he tuts seductively, losing himself when she whimpers to the praise. He leans forward more to reach her back, instructing her body to inch closer to him so he can insert his fingers into her but as he relishing in her following suit, his blood runs cold when the dark blue sky flashes white and fills with large red glowing eyes, "Fuck…you've gotta be kidding me..."
An icy wind envelopes them both but Elska feels strong arms wrap around her.
"What…what just happened?!", she calls out, "Suguru?!" She clings to his body, slowly opening her eyes once she hears the Titer coughing on his side a few feet away. Her eyes widen when she realizes that who she's holding couldn't be the Titer and she looks up to the hybrid holding her as he growls in Getou's direction.
"Choso?!", she breathlessly cries, not liking how destructive his energy seems, "Please don't hurt him!"
Choso squeezes Elska against his bare chest, "He's dangerous Elska. He's not who you think he is. You may not know this but that man murdered my younger brothers." He raises his hand to expel more energy into the Titer's direction, their glares meeting each other halfway.
Suguru looks around and comprehends that Choso's interference has led them to the Final Stage once again. 'How the FUCK does he do that?', he wonders while trying to catch his breath. The last attack burned his lungs but didn't leave any physical marks which unexpectedly brings Getou to grave concerns. He hears Elska pleading for his case but wishes she wasn't here to witness the fight that is about to ensue. "I loved Kechi…", he forces out, tiring by his lack of ability to gain oxygen.
"CHOSO! STOP THIS!", she sobs, "PLEASE!", struggling against his crippling hold, only wanting to help Suguru. She begins beating her fists against his chest in a fit, screaming his name in a frantic manner in hopes of discontinuing his next attack. 'What will happen if Suguru's killed in here?', her watering eyes, meeting the Titer's who's are already focused on her. Suguru had to crush them both before to escape Choso but the situation was different and she can inherently sense this. Now, she fears that the corruption will affect Choso's ability to properly go under the DNA synthesis but that's when it all hits her.
Everything that led up to her biting Suguru.
Choso senses when she depresses and becomes scared that something's wrong so he lets her go. "What is it, Elska?", he worriedly asks, placing his hands upon her shoulders and ducking his head so their eyes can meet.
"Megumi…", she whispers in distraught horror, "I tried to…", she heaves, becoming instantly upset with the memories. She takes in how the fault washes over the being's face and feels weakened by the recalled knowledge.
Suguru gets up and catches her when she falls back, angrily honing into Choso as he understands what she's retching over.
"You made her switch…didn't you?", he growls, protectively cradling Elska into his chest.
The being's expression culpably morphs, it being clear that he wasn't happy with himself over that outcome. As much as Getou wants to belittle him and get her away though, a beam of brilliance strikes his mind as he figures this is the perfect opportunity to explain himself; to explain the death of Choso's younger brothers.
Suguru turns his head and searches for that streetlight, egging on its appearance as he uses his energy to message the dimension of his intentions. "Come onn…", he silently pleads. Relief finds him once it comes into view and without so much as even seconds passing, it rushes to be overhead.
Choso backs up, or maybe walks forward, 'I can't tell what's going on!', he nervously thinks as the streetlight brings him a familiar vibe that he can't ignore. "What did you just do?", he suspiciously interrogates and snarls when Getou stands with Elska; the very sight of her cowering into him boiling his blood, "Master…"
Elska finally realizes where they are and shivers, 'I hate this place, wherever the hell it is.' She feels energy gathering near them so she stretches her neck to peer around the Titer to find a window that shows Suguru in it. "What is this?! How is that poss-", she questions them both.
Suguru walks her over to the window and motions for Choso to join them. The being begrudgingly does but stands on the other side of Elska, 'At least he didn't refuse it…', echoing in the Titer's mind as one of the ugliest and most debilitating memories of his own is put on display for them all to see.
Choso scowls into scene, being unimpressed by the sight of Suguru talking to another Titer, "Why is this so impor-…", but his breath becomes hitched when he views his younger brother. "KECHIZU!", Choso's instantly attempting to smash the window but it doesn't give no matter how hard he hits it, "KECHIIIII!"
Elska is beside herself as Choso completely loses his composure before them both.
'What is this about to show us?', she internally inquires with a heavily mystified heart. Turning to Suguru who's eyes are welling, he returns a look to convey that it's something that hurts so deeply, he's incapable of speaking of it.
Elska pulls Suguru so they can get closer to Choso knowing that they're both distraught over the mere sight of this little curse boy. After urging Choso to stand, she wraps an arm around him from behind to encourage the fact that he's not alone while still holding Suguru's hand with the other. The voices of Suguru and the other Titer who she's come to learn is Kokoro can be heard and it's very obvious that Suguru was wishing to protect the young curse as he yells, "He's just a child! I WILL HANDLE THIS!"
Choso holds his breath as he watches the memory play out and notices how Suguru places himself between the other Titer and his own brother.
"I don't understand…", the being mumbles with frustration but then the horrid moment is brought before him as Kokoro shoots some kind of technique into his brother's head. Choso's eyes completely unfasten, his lungs deflate and his heart crumbles as he perceives Suguru crying over his brother's limp body.
"He…Getou wasn't the one that actually killed Kechi?", Choso is even further baffled when Suguru crushes the other Titer while trying to console the young curse and hears him say, "I…I love you Kechi…and so do your brothers…we love you so very, very much…"
The being cries out without sound as he could feel what was about to happen as Suguru softly states through his despair, "This will be over soon…don't be…don't be afraid." The moment his brother is crushed is the moment he realizes that Suguru performed mercy in order to end his suffering.
Suguru can't even stave off his tears, this scene being one of the cruelest things he ever experienced. He sits down and tucks his head into his knees and sobs while trying to explain, "I loved Kechi, Choso…you have to believe me that I only wanted to protect him. I hated myself for allowing that to happen! He trusted me and...I failed him."
Elska cries too, not having understood this issue between them but now understands Choso's aggression better. She holds the being, wanting to calm him down as he wildly wails into the nothingness that surrounds them. Hearing them both sound so depressed breaks her heart as she only wants to make it better but has no idea if that's even possible. Choso soon knocks her on the ground when he collapses into a balled-up manner into her lap. His arms wrench around her waist, clinging to her as his tears wet her bare skin.
Suguru lifts his head to view them but he has to wipe his eyes to simply see. He sits down and scoots closer to her but she lays down which confuses him but her hand is soon pulling his head down to her chest. Elska's warmth comforts him but Choso's cries deplete his soul. He whispers with a broken voice, "I'm so sorry Choso, I wish I would have known he was in there…I'm so sorry…", but for once doesn't feel the blood lust radiating from the being. Actually, he feels nothing of the sort.
"He was just a kid…", the being whimpers, "Give me that Titer Getou…let me have that pleeease."
Elska brushes her nails along the being's scalp but reluctantly informs him, "Choso…he's already dead…", half expecting him to fall deeper into despair but she's in disbelief when he perks up and looks at her inquisitively. Having his full attention, she inquires, "Do you remember the Titer Toji and I killed on the roof of the mall?", combing through his hair when he sniffles and nods yes, "That was him Choso. You probably don't recognize him because of how we chose to end his life…"
Choso darts his raw eyes over to Suguru for confirmation and restlessly bows his head back into Elska's lap when the Titer gives it. "Elska…you killed him?", he whispers into her thighs.
"If I'd known that horrible man did this, I would have saved him for you Choso…I'm sorry about that…", she meekly replies, worried that he would react poorly to not having the opportunity for revenge. He rushes up from her lap though and hugs her around the neck while thanking her and Toji for doing so. She's so stunned by this that she isn't sure how to initially respond but when Suguru sits up and shows a trembling smile to her, she realizes that Choso's merely happy that Kokoro is gone.
"I thought…", the hybrid begins rashly explaining into her hair, "I thought Getou killed Kechi this entire time…he never tried to deny it but never accepted responsibility either so I just thought...", his regret for misplacing the blame shows clearly through his tone. "I didn't know…", he explains, "I didn't know…" He squeezes Elska's hand that's resting against him in hopes of soothing his shattered soul and even finds the courage to finally brave a glance to Suguru.
Getou wipes his eyes once more, afraid to assume that all will be fine now but the endearing expression that he's receiving from the being tells him one of appreciation. He offers up shakily, "Choso, I only did what I did because he was-…"
"That Titer messed with his brain…I could tell. The technique even seems oddly similar to my own...", Choso solemnly cringes again to the thought of Kechi meeting such a violent end but understands it would have been worse had Getou not done what he did. He's not ready to give an apology for his untimely hatred but he feels a lot less hostile to the man he once swore to kill. But...he has to ask, "What about Eso?"
Suguru closes his eyes and penitently sighs, "Eso was attacked by the curses that Kokoro created to protect me. I never fought him nor did I plan on either of us perishing…but it happened so fast that it was over before I knew what was going on. I crushed those curses as well…"
Elska holds both of the men to the best of her ability, "Why didn't either of you tell me what was going on between you two?", wishing she could've intervened long ago.
Choso chokes on air but manages out, "Naoya isn't even aware…only Yuuji…", but places his hand onto Suguru's arm and tells him, "It made more sense to me to make you the villain Getou. It gave me a clear plan of vengeance and I believe I needed that at the time."
Suguru takes the beings hand into his own and holds it, "I still care about you Choso, that has never changed. I loved you and your family…", he half laughs, half sobs, "Those two occurrences destroyed me. I will never be able to express how much these memories haunt me to this day. I didn't know how to explain it either and wondered if you'd even listen if I tried to after the day you melted my brain.", he huffs in air, "I figured our friendship was over after your intent to kill me was clear…but at least you besting me gave me an idea of suffering. I deserve that for everything else that I've actually done."
Elska recalls this moment at their enemy base and sharply inhales upon vaguely remembering Choso screaming, "MY BROTHERS!", and depresses to her own stupidity. She plants an emotional kiss onto both of their heads and slightly sways them as they all begin to simmer. "Men are something else…", she tries to joke, worried that it was too soon but relaxes when they both give their own versions of acknowledgement to her attempt. "My beloved turned…", she soothes to them, "We cannot have secrets. We cannot see the other as an enemy. So much more makes sense now and I understand that these wounds do not simply heal but please, let's not fight anymore, okay?"
Suguru instantly replies, "I would like that more than anything, little one. I could only wish that we could become friends again."
Choso's nods and quietly offers, "I understand, Master…", nestling into her hold, "We won't, anymore."