Frenemy

Shoko, still winded from sprinting from the campus becomes unnerved when nobody in the room moves, "Did you guys not hear what I said???!! If Satoru attacks the public, the entire shaman world will respond!"

"Shit, she's right.", Toji drags a hand down his jaw and then motions for Naoya to put Elska down, "We have to go find him before that happens…that fucking dunce..."

"Sati…", Elska quietly cries, "I should have gone to him!"

Her heart is in turmoil as she attempts imagining what her lover is going through and all alone.

'He must feel like I don't care at all!', the thought instantly causing her to call for her wings. It hurts to form the feathers however and she can't really put her finger on as to why, but the process isn't flowing the same. On top of that, Elska suddenly feels lightheaded as well.

"Baby!", Naoya catches her before she falls to the floor and inhales sharply when he sees what she produced.

"Why is she still so weak?! What does this mean?!", the blonde bellows while staring at how only one of her wings formed and how grotesquely disfigured it looks. There are a few metal feathers but the spiny contraption dangling from the medial sides of her shoulder blades are prominently bloodied, splintered bones. He abhorrently wheezes with fearful eyes as this doesn't seem like a good sign at all.

Choso runs to her, dismayed by the scene as well, "Maybe you should wait here Elska, your strength hasn't returned yet…", he says calmly though on the inside her condition feels urgent. He hears Toji's depressed voice ask them, 'Fuck, is she going to be alright?', the uncertainty in his voice blatant.

"I'm…I'm okay.", Elska lazily states, not having enough energy to explain further.

"The hell you are, doll. Something isn't right!", Toji reaches out while Naoya coddles her. He fears what will come of this, having thought she should be even more powerful than before after merging with the curse and obtaining a piece of Sukuna. He studies her confused expression, his brow furrowing before he calls for his own wings, 'She doesn't know why it's happening either…', the realization rocking his very core.

"Cho's right baby, just wait here for us. We'll find him, I promise you!", Naoya supports her as he brings her to the bed while thinking he should be ashamed in himself for wanting to sexually evolve the situation just a few minutes ago. Once she's sitting, he backs up and releases the deep shriek to bear his own feathers and returns his fixed gaze, "Just relax for a bit princess, alright?"

Choso follows Naoya's example and produces his wings as well. When he sees Getou gearing up to join them, he frowns, "I don't think you being there will bring any good…", his eyes darting away to the floor as he speaks, not at all meaning to hurt the Titer's feelings.

Toji surmises where the being is coming from and speaks up, "Yeah, Gojo may not understand what's going on if he sees you Getou. For all he knows, you're still you and human."

Suguru creases his brow as he's yet again forced to stand aside, "I WANT TO FUCKING HELP!", yelling in frustration. He's more eager than ever to show where he stands in regards to Elska and her turned after being gifted a new level of appreciation and understanding that he's developed after the ritual. 'Will I ever get the chance to prove myself?', somehow feeling like saving her wasn't enough.

"Look, why don't you stay here with her. She's unable to defend herself if shit hits the fan…", Toji's voice seeming supportive.

Naoya disagrees immediately, "What?! No fucking way!", but is met with an annoyed grunt from his older cousin. Pouting over how this is indeed going to happen, Naoya glances back to his princess and informs her, "We will be back as soon as we can baby.", and kisses her deeply but flinches when her wing evaporates. 'Is she really okay?', dancing in his thoughts. "Please, get some sleep…" Before turning to leave through the door, he narrows his eyes to Suguru and threatens, "Don't fucking touch her, Titer."

Suguru remains stoic as to not let the Zenin's words bother outwardly bother him. That's not to say it doesn't though; he wants nothing more than for things to be amicable. Somewhat defiantly, Getou sits down next to Elska in his own way of showing that as long as she doesn't revolt to his being there, he will comfort her as much as she wants.

"Tch.", Naoya understood his gesture and is beyond irritated but knows that time is not on their side. He looks to Shoko, "We'll go get him, hopefully he's in a better way this time.", mumbling under his breath, "Fucker better not be acting like a psycho…"

"Doll…", Toji calls out to her as Naoya pushes Choso out the door. She looks at him with an obvious overcompensating smile, breaking his heart as he's really worried about her. Instead of saying all of that though, he shares, "Just rest up, we'll bring the menace back. I know you want to see him…"

Toji's concerned about that too though because he doesn't know how their reunion will go or even what to expect of the newly turned. 'God, I hope he doesn't fucking go after us like he did before.', they've only just been healed and the PTSD is real.

"Be careful my beloveds and please…", Elska takes a deep breath, "…don't hurt him." She's reassured of their intentions when they all gleam confidence, establishing that although they may be weary of Satoru, they don't want to retaliate with violence. She watches them rush past Shoko who is finally breathing normally but she turns to exit the room as well.

"Shoko?", Elska asks sheepishly.

Ieiri stops but doesn't turn around. She's not angry with Elska exactly but more so at the situation involving Nanami. 'Will she take him from me?', the question blackening Ierie's soul as she's not sure she could live with that. "What is it?", she responds.

"How is Nanami?", Elska's words are timid and small. She feels her friend increase her presence, something Ieiri never does, bringing Elska to sulk before sharing, "I just wanted to save him... I don't have feelings for him like that! I swear! You are my FRIEND!"

Shoko closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She knows Elska doesn't have romantic intentions with Kento but there's still the possibility that he will become infatuated with her like the other turned. "I love him Elska.", she declares, "More than anything in this world. I am grateful that he's still alive, I just don't know what the future brings. Please, give me some time to process everything…", and then Shoko coldly leaves.

Getou wraps an arm around Elska when she begins to cry, feeling hopeless with her as he as well isn't sure how that will turn out.

"Shhh…", he soothes, "Don't worry about something that hasn't happened yet…", but its to no avail as she sobs into him. He's never seen Elska appear so fragile and wonders if she requires more rest before normalcy, "Why don't you lay down little one? You must be exhausted still."

Elska tries to control her gale of emotions but decides that laying down is all she wants to do. Crawling back up into the bed, she strains to arrange the blankets over her, causing more defeat but she feels relieved for the Titer's help as he adjusts them across her body.

"Thank you…", she whispers, feeling worthless, useless, weak. She feels Suguru's hands rubbing her back, enjoying his care but still feeling utterly alone. With a broken and insecure voice, she asks, "Will you lay with me?"

Getou stands up to take off his bloodied robes, "Yes little one, I'd be happy to.", before he slinks in the bed behind her.

'She's shaking.', he surmises, wishing to provide the security she needs so without another word, he embraces her and pulls her against his chest. She calms down quite a bit, him feeling like she must experience the same kind of warmth from them being like this, "Everything is going to work out,", he quietly assures.

Elska closes her eyes and chooses to enjoy this moment. "Suguru…", she mutters, "…this feels so right. I'm thankful for your being here." Doing her best to roll over, she ends up needing assistance from him but ultimately is able to face him. She goes to wipe her eyes but he's two steps ahead of her and does so with fondness.

"I would rather be here than anywhere else in the world, Elska.", he tells her before placing his lips to her forehead. She snuggles into him more, him loving their closeness and how far they've come with expressing themselves to each other. "I will always be here.", he adds with sincerity, adoring the way her hands feel against his chest. "Always."

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Gojo didn't want to believe it.

'Nanami was turned?'

But as he looks over his friend in the dorm bed, his heart flattens.

He freaks out all over again, just as he did when Ieiri told him. A sharp whine leaves his lips, not being sure if he can handle Kento joining Elska, also while knowing how hurt Shoko must be. "It's all my fucking fault…", he concludes, angry with himself for still not remembering what occurred. "Why did I do it?!", he cries, dismantled by his actions, completely on edge ever since Ieiri told him about Nanami.

"Shoko loves you, fucker! You said you wouldn't hurt her man…you can't leave her...and you can't...you can't have my love..."

Gojo sits by his friend's feet hunched over, dwelling in his own tumultuous thoughts. "My love…", he whimpers with emptiness, "How does she feel about this?" Satoru is still not willing to see everyone so he created a disturbance by suddenly disappearing in hopes that Elska's turned would go searching for him, leaving her alone.

"I have to see her…", he tells Nanami, though Gojo is convinced that she won't feel the same. He's scared to show himself, 'There's no way she still loves me…not after what I…', he growls in frustration, 'Not after everything I've done to her.'

Elska fills his mind; her laugh, her body, her forgiveness. To him, he doesn't see it possible to enjoy any of that again but that doesn't cease the nagging sensation that he should go to her. It's instinctive almost, something that pulls on him beyond the realms of his mind or even reason. Twisting his body towards Nanami he says, "I will fix this Nanamin…I swear it. I fucking hate myself for doing this to you, to everyone."

Nanami has always been there for Gojo.

Before Elska came into his life, Satoru was a walking tragedy who did whatever he wanted but never felt any better for it. His heart was empty and cold, not knowing what beauty could be seen with his same eyes.

"If it wasn't for you Nanamin, I would've destroyed this world long ago…", he admits while contemplating on how true that statement really is. There was not a single person out there that showed loyalty and compassion to him besides Kento. The blonde has been there for him ever since they were teenagers and he did his best to keep Gojo in the realm of sanity. "You never turned your back on me, even when I deserved it.", his eyes watering while remembering every single situation that could've led to destruction had he not had Nanami's acceptance. "I will make this work for you and Shoko, she loves you so much…", the words leaving him with barely any sound. His guilt radiates from his pores, the weight of nearly having killed his dearest friend shaking his bones as if he caught a chill.

He knows he needs to go see Elska, he has to know where she stands. 'Even if she hates me, I have to see her face.'

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Still attempting to cheer her up, Getou brushes his hands along her arms and back as they lay into each other, "Do you remember the first time you bit me?", he asks sweetly. When he feels her nod, he continues with, "I might have been close to pissing myself then. There's no doubt about that. That day changed my entire life..."

Elska giggles through her sorrow, understanding what he's trying to do. She tucks herself even more into his chest, lifting her chin to lightly kiss it. "Your face was priceless…", she tries to join in the humor but struggles to upon recalling how devastating their attack was. She thought she was going to lose Naoya and Toji, this making her depress momentarily before shaking her head to the fact that things turned out pretty good, considering.

Suguru hums his laughter, not minding at all being the butt of the joke. He ducks away, wanting to see her face, to make sure she's not still as upset. Her saddened eyes meet his, both pairs glowing together.

'She looks so frail…', he thinks to himself, or so he thought but she's quick to announce that she's just taking longer to recuperate. Embarrassed by this, Getou plops his head into the pillow with a sigh, "Not even my thoughts are safe anymore, huh?"

Elska chuckles to his lamenting but whispers, "Hey…", to which he looks at her, "You'll figure it out and have your privacy once more.", smiling with a puffy face.

"Oh? Is that so?", he playfully asks, "That means I'll be able to fantasize again without being caught!" He's relieved to see that she can tell he's just teasing her but their mutual laughter fades and twists their expressions into something deeper, something carnal.

"Kiss me.", she quietly demands, hoping that it doesn't sound as desperate sounding as she thinks. Her heart aches for Satoru, her first love. She wants to see him, touch him, reinforce him but also comprehends she's in no way able to do so in her current condition.

'If Sati sees how I'm holding up, it might make him feel worse.'

She's not had a lot of alone time with Getou at all though and this new bond they share rivets her in ways that help mask her uncertainties. When he leans down to lightly pec her, she uses all of her strength to bend her neck upwards, maddening for more.

Suguru feels a rush of passion explode through him. Without thought, he props himself up onto his left arm to lean over Elska, but then turns his gaze away, "I want you little one but you're in bad shape and I still hate how everything happened between us when we...bonded."

She senses his self-loathing and wishes to make him understand. Raising her arm to cup his cheek and turn his face back towards her she tells him, "I can't imagine how uncomfortable that was and I'm sorry that I made you do it. But…", she pauses until his eyes soften, "…it needed to happen Suguru, it's natural but it wasn't all you." She smiles to his expression that shows he doesn't accept that, "Are you insinuating that you'll never sleep with me again?!", she heckles, now wanting to cheer him up.

Getou laughs deeply, "Well, when you put it that way, I suddenly see things differently. I definitely don't want to abstain from having you.", giving a wink.

He leans down again but this time overlapping her body more with his mind sinking into a lustful frenzy when she gasps to the kisses he leaves across her cheek and down her neck.

"I will always want you little one. Please, fall for me."

Elska smiles affectionately which makes his body move to over top of her but he asks to be sure, "Is this something that you want right now?", and reluctantly melts when she mewls a breathless yes.

Elska lifts her heavy arms to drape over his neck, desiring her seductive Titer. His dark brown eyes begin glowing again, the wanting yet cautious expression he wears causing her to shiver on sight. His touch is so tender yet hard, soft but impactful.

"You…", she whimpers, "…Suguru, you are worthy."

Getou lets out a small groan in response while positioning himself between her legs. He can't ignore that he's not completely comfortable doing this with her being so weak but he also comprehends that she's asking him to put that out of his mind. He sits upright, lifting the sheets with his body as he shimmies down his briefs revealing an already throbbing erection.

Elska sees this and lifts an eyebrow while biting her lip, pushing down the straps over her slip to expose her breasts. His breath against her neck spools deep and tormented relief, the perfect distraction for her to temporarily forget her sorrows over Satoru. She yelps pleasantly when he sinks his teeth into her, not having expected it but welcoming it as her fingers tangle into his long black hair, pulling free his bun. She can't see it but she feels him massaging his tip into her folds, beckoning for her arousal which her body offers willingly. The first prod is rather expanding but he's soon rolling his hips to gradually push through.

"Suguru…", she softly whimpers to his enthused delicacy.

With the hint of her flavor reaching his tongue, Getou becomes frenzied for a second time but decides he should refrain from drinking since Choso recently did. Instead, he clamps harder, his eyes rolling back as she constricts around his length that's slowly submerging into the beauty that is her. Soon enough, he's able to stroke through her walls, resting every so often within her simply to appreciate how she feels.

The thought of Naoya of all people walking in on this makes him apprehensive but he clears his mind and decides to cross that bridge should he meet it.

'She is mine right now. Mine.'

Aroused, Suguru looks down at how they're connected and it brings him to a devious light.

There's just something about having Elska Oda that makes him completely unravel. It forces him to be open and honest about his feelings in such a calamitous way, a simple right of autonomy that he's been denied his entire life.

They're both panting at this point, thriving from the sensuality blossoming between him but that's when Getou hears the ceramic bottle slam down.

Elska lifts her head, palming the wound on her neck until Suguru reaches over to close it.

She gasps.

Her eyes water immediately, her emotions thrown into a hurricane. She sits up, pulls up her straps and rests a hand on Getou to communicate for him to stay calm.

"Little O-"

Elska clumsily scoots to the edge of the bed and then stands but is not quite coordinated enough to run so she remains there for a moment to see if her eyes are playing tricks on her.

With hesitation she asks, "S-Sati?"

Gojo says nothing but cynically finishes the bottle of sake and grabs for another. He hasn't any words for what he's witnessing.

'Fucking Getou?!', he snarls, 'What the fuck is he doing here, fucking her?'

Satoru doesn't make eye contact with the Titer though, assuming he has already been replaced by the golden prick imposter.

'I told her I wouldn't stand for this…for him.', this cementing the fact that he's lost his love's affections.

So much is going through his mind but with all of the hatred flowing through, all he can manage to ask is, "Is this how it is, love?", the morose question bleeding into the air while he emotionally powers through the second bottle.

Elska doesn't say anything but when he glances at her with plans to demand a reason, his malignant mood flips and he becomes surprised to find that she's not at all horrified by his appearing. Actually, it seems to be the opposite.

"SATI!!!!", Elska cries his name and struggles to walk towards him, each mention of him sounding more unregulated, "SATI!"

Suguru is infuriated by this disruption and is on guard with Gojo showing up but he's also noticing a strange sense of brotherhood for the silver shaman.

'Why? How could I not fucking hate him?!'

Getou searches the bed for his black briefs and successfully throws his legs into them but his eyes widen when just out of his view, he sees Elska losing her balance.

Gojo rushes to catch her, his arms outstretched awkwardly as he still can't make sense of Elska's reaction. He's waiting for her to thrash in his hold, maybe scream out of fear even but she doesn't at all. As a matter of fact, she actually clings to him and bawls her eyes out, disrupting his cruel air.

"Love?", he quietly asks with disbelief but then Elska collapses more as if her legs gave out so he swiftly picks her up and brings her close; their embrace muddling him further.

"I love you, Sati!", she nearly screams, "My sweet, sweet Sati!"

It's felt like an eternity since she's heard his voice, felt his touch, smelled his scent. When they fought in the forest, she didn't feel like that was him at all. Understanding that this is finally her white knight again, she frantically, she grabs his cheeks and searches his abnormal eyes, "They said you left! I'm so sorry I didn't go to you sooner. I was so scared you'd never come back!", she babbles between her tears. "Sati...", she cries again, simply being elated that he didn't disappear, that he stayed.

Gojo finally glances over to Getou, beyond confused but asks Elska, "Do you…", he begins with widened eyes, "…do you not hate me?" The insecurity is clear in his tone but he can't even mask it. She rests her head into the crook of his neck but squeezes him with her arms.

"NO! I COULD NEVER!", she blurts out, upset that he was left alone to think such craziness in her absence, "I love you with all of my heart!"

Suguru would usually be more bothered by this but since being turned, he has a better, natural, comprehension. He's able to cast away the evil glares he would usually store for this kind of occurrence but he's honestly relieved to feel her presence magnify in correspondence to Gojo's appearance. Comprehending her improvement, he scoots over on the bed and pats his hand down for them both sit, nearly shocking himself.

Satoru's mind is reeling over this, his heart thawing. He's picking up on the fact that Getou has been turned too though and honestly, that does bother him. Still, with Elska in his arms he walks them over to the bed and sets her down gently between them both. He's left without words, his greatest fears alleviated with her actions once again. Eventually though, while she's leaning over to rest her lips on his shoulder, he's able to articulate, "I don't get it."

Elska takes hold of Suguru's hand with her left but wraps her other arm into Gojo's, closing her eyes with a sigh of fortune, "It's my fault, Sati…I think I knew what would happen but I turned you anyways.", tearing up once again to the memories of him battering everyone in the forest. "I'm selfish…I wanted you to be my turned just as you wanted to be one…"

She feels Suguru squeezing her hand and is brought to the reality that no blood has spilled and yet they're still sitting like this; the three of them, together.

"Love…they said that I…", Gojo grimaces as he struggles to even speak it.

Suguru helps him out, "Oh, you did.", and is met with those insane red and blue eyes, causing him to inadvertently cower but adds, "And I brought her back.", trying to emphasize that although the forest incident was a terrible disaster, everything turned out fine for the most part.

Elska notices that her sweet Sati seems a little on edge and she wonders if its because she was with Suguru...and what they were doing. Wanting to give him the proof he needs, she brushes her hair away from her neck and tells him, "Feed Sati. You'll understand once you do."

Gojo's eyes glow brightly, reflecting off of her skin with his fangs automatically forming. He's been waiting for this for a long time; the ability of sharing this kind of intimacy with her.

"Little one, Choso recently fed from you too though, are you sure you can withstand it?" Suguru isn't trying to stop this interaction but he's genuinely concerned for her well being. She turns to him with a smile and assures him that she can. "Fine but maybe you should feed after feeding him, just to be sure, okay?", and is satisfied when she agrees.

Elska does her best to turn her body to allow Gojo access while the hairs on her arms stand tall to the anticipation of his fangs. There's something undoubtedly sinister about Satoru now, more than before, but it makes her quake in the best of ways.

"It's okay, Sati! I promise.", she sweetly tells him. His shy expression reminds her of the time she first offered herself to him, the clear indication of his uncertainty rising with the developing situation. She runs her nails along his scalp, watching him shudder just like he did then back then too and it brings her to a broken, sharp laugh over how eerily similar it is. She feels like he's since picked up on this too since his expression softens with her given acceptance but all she can really focus on is the odd glow of blue and red in his eyes reconstructing her need for him.

Gojo leans into her neck, slightly closing his mouth at first but opening it wide enough to bear his fangs, "I love you.", he whispers to her wholeheartedly right before he pierces her.

Suguru is forced to lean back on his arms as Elska and Gojo collapse into his lap. His eyes are wide and uncomfortable but he doesn't think he should move them or himself. Her wild moans and Satoru's choking grunts perplex him, but even more so because of the way it makes him feel.

Getou's eyes reluctantly glow too and they continue to illuminated while listening to the silver shaman drink from her as it makes his heart beat faster and faster.

"Little one…", he lustfully moans, sensing her growing intensity from being caught between them.

Gojo can't believe what he's tasting.

Her love for him, it's so evident, so pure and so fucking ferocious that he can't help but loose composure.

'How?!', he wonders, baffled by her feelings.

Satoru also tastes the comfort she finds in Suguru; the Titer's presentation is like a sort of spice that is mimicked within her heart. With this information, Gojo completely rearranges his thought process. He no longer feels threatened by the Titer being in her life and he knows now what he, himself, means to her. Gojo's eyes roll slightly as he swallows more down, the flavor proving to be incredibly addictive.

Elska glances up to Suguru and whimpers with parted lips to how hungry he seems as well. Feeling both of them against her skin drowns her in desire; the need for their monstrous nature clawing at her existence.

"Pl-please…", she begs, her words bringing Gojo to halt in his feast, "Fuck…please…"

Gojo instinctively closes her punctures but doesn't remove himself from over her. Staring into her half-lidded eyes, he understands what she wants but he wonders if he's able to do it, 'With Getou?', he asks himself wearily, unsure as to why he's not freaking the fuck out over the thought.

Suguru nudges Gojo, "Let her feed first.", volunteering an answer the questions racking inside of the shaman's mind. Perplexed, Satoru sits up clearly in awe but it allows Getou to pick Elska up to set in his lap.

"Little one, how are you feeling?", he softly questions.

She knows her expression is telling, that she's completely flustered by the way Satoru felt but with bashful eyes, she looks down and admits, "I'm really… turned on."

She expects a level of disgust from either one of them but is surprised when Gojo's lips rest against her cheek and move towards her ear. His nearly silent gasps make her wet all over again as she reads Getou's mischievous smirk.

"I don't care if he's here love, I will do this.", Satoru pleads against her lobe, "Now."

Suguru scoots back along the bed, trying not to jostle her too much but she immediately climbs over top of him, straddling his waist as Gojo aggressively slides his tongue down her throat. 'I can't believe this is happening…', the Titer contemplates in pure astonishment but also not angered by the strange desire he has to rule her with him. 'What is going on with me?'

Gojo whines to his longing being met, his unnaturally strong need to be with her, his unfathomable gratitude for her acceptance. He wants to show her, needs to show her.

Elska feels Suguru's hands massaging her thighs, them slowly sliding up her waist and her rear. Gojo, who she is glad to see is less reserved than before, rips open her slip with the same insolence he used to harbor, bringing her to extreme joy.

"Sweet Sati...", she gasps into him, already soaked and nearly dripping on Suguru.

Satoru releases a groan that causes her to breathe unsteadily, but in a very good way. He pulls her off of Suguru and lays her flat on her back, he couldn't help himself. Fumbling with his shaman pants, he almost loses his patience to how they seem a fortress than he cannot break through.

Getou pouts for a moment but instead of bickering, he decides to get on his knees next to her head. He never thought he'd be in the way to share her but like he's already begun to accept, things are different now that they're her turned. He twitches in his briefs when her and Gojo both moan to the shaman's success of entering her. A low sigh leaves Suguru as he embraces his excitement to see her overrun by them both.

"Fuck it.", he seethes, wrenching his waistband down his hips once again to fling out his aching proof.

"Love…", Gojo whimpers with bated breath, moaning maniacally to her essence covering his manhood. He's trying his best to be careful with her but as she claws up his back, he begins to comprehend that she's wanting him to let loose.

"What do you want my love?", he childishly taunts, wishing her to use her words. She glares at him alluringly as Suguru lowers his tip near her face, riling Satoru up even further. As she opens her mouth to take the Titer in, Gojo grabs her throat and through his teeth warns, "I will give you my all.", to which her eyes cry feign consent.

Suguru throws his head back when she swallows him down, loving how they're finally engaging in this act in the physical realm. He doesn't mean to be so dirty about it but without thinking, the words, "Such wonderful lips…", leaves him. She whimpers to his praise which brings his eyes back down to her. He motions his hips to help, gagging her but not stopping as he remembers how in the first stage, she was trying to convey that she likes it. His curiosity instigates his motioning to look over to observe how Gojo is railing her and oddly enough, he's all the more fired up for it. He hears Satoru telling her, "Take us love…take your turned.", and it makes his jaw drop when she becomes motivated because of it.

Elska wants it all.

All of them, all the time, everywhere.

She wishes she felt stronger so she could do more but in a weird way, their acts are helping her feel better. Gojo folds her legs against her chest, gripping his fingers into her calves all while driving deeply through her walls. She jerks her head away from Getou's member long enough to share her felicity, "Yes!", she praises, "I love it! More!"

Satoru anchors down into her, furrowing his brow as his love buries every inch. He notices the ring on her finger, the sight striking a wonderful pain into his heart.

'My Elska…', he thinks to himself with restructured confidence.

He pulls out of her, wincing to how her body seemed to negate this with suction but alas, he wants to judge his frenemy.

He's not always been open to sharing Elska but these days, he absolutely loves seeing her vulnerable and surrounded by flesh. He never thought though, that he'd be studying Suguru Getou of all people in relation to her. He still can't believe it, that they're both with her here, together, and not an ounce of hostility has been born. He's actually really digging the vibe Suguru gives off because of this though, and wonders how wild the sensual Titer truly is. Gojo's lips bend into a devious way as he observes Suguru stroking himself while she orally manipulates his testicles, 'I haven't even tried that on her yet…', but he's not jealous at all, he's happy this door has been opened.

Suguru feels his own wickedness brimming to the surface as if she's coaxing it out of him. "Little one?", he bites his lip when she submissively flashes her eyes up, "Are you sure you're feeling up to this? You're making me want to do some very bad things…"

He's shocked when he hears Gojo moan to this indication and with wide eyes, looks over to the man who's even more feral than before. Satoru surprises him further with the words, "Love, you want Getou to fuck you too, right?", this making his own heart skip a beat. 'Is he serious?!', but there's no sense in asking, its obvious that Satoru is tapping into this mysterious, darkened personality.

With Gojo's help, Elska rolls over to all fours, her feet hanging off of the bed. She presses against the mattress to raise her upper half, taking in the salacious expression of Suguru's as he leaves her view and then of Satoru's when he appears on his knees.

'I've fucking missed him so much.', she reminds herself.

His transformation seemed to take 10 years and that's with her not exaggerating, funny enough. His strange eyes glow at her, revealing the only man she believes is capable of enforcing anything on her. She purposefully doesn't retort anything verbally though, wanting to incite his spoken onslaughts, truly yearning for his degradation. Gojo is quick to pick up on this it would seem because he's soon latching one hand around her throat and lifting her to rise higher.

Satoru is stroking himself with his free hand but coyly smiles to the Titer, giving a quick nod to encourage his mounting. "You're going to take his dick, right love?", he asks, teetering on the edge of sanity as she alluringly glares back to him. "Hmmm…I see you want to do this the hard way.", watching a spark ignite in her eyes.

It steals his breath away, the confirmation of what the other Elska once said to him before.

"You really have blended with her, haven't you?", he asks with intrigue. When she responds with, "I'm nearly whole now.", he counters with, "So you're challenging me again…" He verbally shudders with euphoria, locking his lips to hers with such impact that he had to catch his own balance along with hers. After pulling away, he informs her, "I love what you've become. You always were and always will be perfect my love."

Suguru doesn't mean to invade this moment but her glistening slit is right before him and he's eager to finish what they started earlier. She strains to moan when he slides in, figuring Gojo is really clamping her vocal cords, but it doesn't alarm him at all since he can feel through her energy that she's eating this up.

He helps support her position by holding her waist but then decides to snatch her wrists too. "Fuuuck…", he moans when she lets him, folding her arms behind her back. The sheer power he feels from dominating a woman such as herself is electrifying every cell in his body. His hips are now slapping the meat of her rear vivaciously, her entire body jolting to his forceful thrusts.

Gojo pushes her back against Suguru's chest, still holding her throat. For the first time ever, he can sense her pheromones before they erupt and it makes him antsy with exhilaration while also answering many questions he previously held about her other turned.

'How could I have ever thought differently? Why did I not have more faith in what we have?', his thoughts are sweet but his intentions are ruthless.

"Let them out love.", he commands, listening to her broken cries of pleasure, "Give me that scent." Darting his eyes to Suguru, he adds, "Try giving her additional stimulation.", and raises his eyebrows mischievously when he can sense that the Titer just might be picking up what he's putting down. Bringing his attention back to Elska, rotating his hold so he can push his fingers into her mouth, he teases, "Tell Suguru what I mean love…", but doesn't let her speak.

Suguru looks down to where they're connected and then with courage, raises his eyes a tiny bit to her second entrance.

'He doesn't mean for me to...do that, does he?', the confusion of this scenario escalating even more striking his nerves. Unafraid of stage fright however, Getou gulps down some courage and begins massaging her there and cannot believe what he's hearing.

She clearly likes it.

Gojo is soon coaching him, "Suguru, we are going to have our way but if you don't want to do it, I will."

Elska can't handle it anymore, she has better control of her pheromones now but was so determined to not release them so they'd work for it. The sense is actually billowing past her capabilities though and with a demonic smile, she can't help but give in.

This will be one of the many commands from her sweet Sati that she will gladly obey without defiance.

As Suguru's thick digit explore her further, she can't help but suck on Satoru's fingers. She wants them to do whatever they want. She wants it, whatever they have in mind. Looking deeply into Gojo's eyes through her fluttering lashes, she smirks and then moans loudly as the waves rips through them all.

Gojo huffs up the scent, its ramifications rushing to his already stiffened groin. With his eyes still closed and head tilted back he whispers, "Take her ass. Now." There are primal growls coming from the Titer that combat against her pretty whimpers.

Music to his ears.

He opens his eyes when she wantonly cries out and becomes excited when he sees the amount of focus Suguru is exacting, knowing that means he followed through.

Getou's eyes glow as his length slowly disappears. He can't believe that they're doing this right now, he's only fantasized about it before never thinking it would actually come to be.

"Little one, you like bad things, don't you?", he taunts from behind, beside himself with how he really hadn't figured her out before. Satoru pushes her back into his chest so Suguru now wraps his arm between her breasts to hold her throat. He's mystified by how much the silver shaman likes to watch them but doesn't mind at all as she accepts him entirely.

Gojo strokes himself while happily viewing her be taken in that way. He can't believe how alike he and the Titer are, its clear to him in the way they work off each other with her.

'And I thought Naoya was the best!', he jokes to himself, listening to Getou's grunts and her satisfied whining.

A genius idea hits him so he lowers down to Elska's level and fondles her bud while sharing an erotic kiss. He pulls away only a few inches so he can stare into her eyes, not wanting to miss a thing. Satoru doesn't explain it to her, not even sure if she would remember but with a devilish glint in his narrowed, glowing eyes, he gathers a tiny amount of cursed energy onto his fingertips.

He'd certainly do this orally but the angles would be invasive, not that he'd care but he doesn't know how much farther he can push Suguru at this time. Gojo doesn't want to do anything that would potentially ruin this ravenous moment.

"Love? Are you ready to cum?", he calmly asks her, chucking to the muddle on her face. With an arrogant smirk, he releases the energy into her clitoris.

Like dominoes, Elska cries out wildly and crumbles, followed by Suguru doing the same.

"Haha-oh shit!", Gojo didn't expect for the energy to travel through her and into Getou but he at least knows they both had a thorough release. He gets off the bed and taps on the fallen Titer's shoulder, politely signaling for him to move.

Suguru doesn't know what the fuck that was but he's sure it nearly killed him. Sweat swamps his skin, his mind racing and body feeling like he's not even attached to it anymore. "Wh…", he heaves in air, "the fuck…was th…that?!", he asks the room.

Elska feels Getou still twitching inside of her, being assured that he completely finished in that moment. With her best current ability to think, she recalls the dream she had and understands that it wasn't a dream at all.

"He…", she takes a deep but glorified breath, "Sati…attacked us…", she begins giggling, "with an orgasm…"

"Yes love, I've done it before too…", Gojo whispers as he kindly pushes the dazed Titer to the side, "I'll do it again as well. Whenever I feel like it…"

Gojo puts her back in the same position that Getou had her in but she's complete mush at this point. Slipping into her, he hums to feeling the Titer's already collected fluid inside and is mesmerized by how much she's changed.

He always loved her before, regardless but there's something beautifully ungodly about her now. He no longer feels that he needs to pretend to be anything he's not.

She really is perfect for him.

Suguru sympathizes with Elska for a moment, feeling bad that she's having to service Gojo too but that thought vanishes from his mind when he sees the wonderful stupor she's in.

"Oh wow…", he accidentally says out loud, "Little one, you're something else…"

She turns to him with a flushed expression and it draws him in. He scoots on his back closer until she's practically over top of him and locks their lips together and catches her falling shoulders when Gojo stops supporting her. Suguru's still out of his mind with how insane that orgasm felt but in no way is he bowing out of this dance.

"I think…", Getou mutters into her as she moans and is bounced over him, "I love you."

Elska whimpers deeply to the Titer's words, knowing that he meant them.

She waits for the indication that Gojo is finishing, arching her back to give him the best view of his favorite activity to encourage his demise. When he mumbles her name in broken syllables, his limbs spasming as if he's not had action for months, she uses her body to milk him and then calls for him to lay down after he finishes.

"I will, hold on love…", he whines as he gradually motions himself in and out of her a few more times. He really just wants to see the evidence within her, how he and Suguru just went to town on everything.

Before listening to her words, he bends down and kisses the curve of her rear and lower back. "You are the only one for me…", he tells her skin. Soon, he's plopping down on the other side of her with a humongous grin that completely expresses his enthusiasm.

Suguru laughs at this whole thing, "I can't fucking believe this!", he cackles deeply but turns his head to face both of them. "Gojo…we are fucking dire ENEMIES!", now cracking up uncontrollably.

Elska bursts into an exhausted giggle as Satoru becomes infected by the surreal truth to it.

Gojo acknowledges this and adds, "Fucking trust me, I never planned to anything with you other than fighting to the death.", but smiles afterwards to emphasize how he really doesn't feel that same hatred as before. "I never thought this a possibility but man…", he jumps his brows, "We seem to be more alike than I'd care to admit…", he tucks his hands behind his head, "My very own fucking frenemy."

Elska leans over to Gojo and romantically locks him at the lips. She thinks to him, 'You turned out wonderfully yourself my sweet Sati…', snickering to the wonderment in his eyes when she clarifies that she loves his monstrous strength.

She now adjusts her weight over to Suguru and takes in his almost innocent expression as he gazes back to her with an open heart. "And you, the seductive Titer…", she teases playfully, "I knew you were worthy…and I'm glad I was right." Elska lowers her lips to his as well, loving his natural scent but drags her tongue down to his neck and warns, "You two need to stay still while I take you into me.", knowing her wings are likely going to tear out of her. "I've not tasted you as my turned yet."

"I don't know how much more pleasure I can handle!", jokes Getou while also doing his best to tie his hair back up to give her unobstructed access. His fingers instinctively claw into her when she bites though, his eyes shutting as he focuses on merely breathing. It wasn't a joke after all, he's really overloaded after that little perverted party favor Gojo induced.

Listening to her softly whimper between gulps to his flavor though warms his heart and his hold eventually relaxes after he gets over that initial rush.

Gojo watches her wings shear into the air, with more color added to them.

"Wow…", he gasps as he looks at all the layers of colors; Toji's dark grey, Naoya's blue-hued black, Choso's blood red and now Getou's brown and gold. As he's lost in admiration for how much she's evolved, she closes Getou's wounds, plants a kiss to the Titer but then comes back over to himself.

He's excited for this to be, "I'm ready!", he gleefully tells her, always having loved her blissful punctures. He relaxes into the bed, not even wanting to suppress his noises as she sinks her fangs in.

He's more vocal than you'd imagine but he's chalking it up to his incredible mood. She makes him feel indestructible. It seems though after her first gulp of his essence; she's producing a second set of wings.

"LOVE!", he cries out startled, unsure if that was a good thing or not. She seems to be pained by this but doesn't stop her feeding as the new wings brutishly force her other ones out of her back and onto the floor. Blood drips into splashes against the wood with her whimpers telling the tale of discomfort.

The additional loud metallic thud scares Gojo, not wanting her to experience any sort of displeasure.

"Love?!", he frantically asks while catching a bit of Suguru's worried expression.

Elska closes his wounds but lifts her head, rejuvenated and not feeling weak at all anymore.

Blood coats her back and has spread to the bed but it's as if someone painted in on like makeup.

"It's okay you two, I'm better than fine now!", smiling widely to reassure them of that truth. She folds her wings forwards to see what Gojo's look like with the rest but she's stunned by their appearance.

It's as if her base color, that was solid metal, has become a pearlescent white metal. Her other turned's colors are still there in the same way but she's blown away with how potent Satoru's existence is to her, and locks serious eyes with Gojo as if to question, 'Should you have been my first?'

The room is hushed for a moment but she releases the wings while deep in thought.

'Sati really is different somehow…', she thinks as the only anomaly she knew of was Naoya.

"Well, let's at least get you out of that spot…", the chivalry in Getou's voice reaches the surface as he takes his still tingling body to lift hers into a dryer place on the bed. He thinks to help clean her back but she's quickly pulling him down to lay behind her, unbothered by the blood.

Gojo rearranges himself and brings her head to his chest, exhaling gratifyingly to the events that happened. He noticed that her expression was intense a moment ago but knows they have plenty of time to discuss these things in the future.

"My love…", he whispers with a smile, crazed by the fact that even an hour ago his whole world was falling apart. They still have many hurdles to overcome but he knows in his dark, twisted heart that all of this is possible so long as she is by his side.

"My Elska."