Satoru closes his eyes and sighs. Not a small one, but a deep suffering sigh he feels from the tips of his fingers to his toes. He's not surprised, not really, and yet he can't get over just how bad Nanami is at sucking dick. It never occurred to him that one could actually be bad at it and it's not as though Nanami is using teeth, but he's still so... subpar.
Nanami's hand wraps around him, stoking Satoru's cock, but nothing is working. He licks the underside, dragging his tongue up. Satoru bites the inside of his cheek. With his eyes closed, he can pretend it's Kagome. Visualize how pretty she looked when she took him the first time. But the breathing is all wrong.
Where's the teasing?
The sparks of energy shooting through him like electricity?
Damn, when did he become a cock sucking snob?
"Suguru," Satoru says, cracking one eye open. "Help him or we'll be here all night." Or hell, maybe they can just cut this short. They tried it and it isn't working. The real question is how is he supposed to carry on and look Nanami in the eyes knowing how terrible of a lay he is? No wonder Nanami always has a damn stick up his ass. Dude keeps going on about not leaving a widow behind when chances are Nanami would never even get that far because he can't please worth a damn.
No one wants to be stuck in a sexless marriage. Not that Satoru is thinking about marriage, because he did not have that dream of Kagome the other night that may or may not have spurred him into writing her a poem. He looks around the room and frowns. It never bothered him before how bare his apartment is. Sure, he has a couch, dark blue and super comfy, but there's no coffee table in front. There's a singular television mounted on the wall. No decorations. No plants.
Nothing.
He can't bring Kagome here. It's far too cold.
"I do—hic—not need his help," Nanami snaps.
Satoru snaps his attention back to Nanami, stares him down, and raises a brow. "You're awful at this. At least Suguru knows how to suck." His words may be harsh, but so what? Nanami apparently likes that shit.
"Not sure how I feel about that," Suguru says. "Besides, it's been a decade since I've sucked a cock."
"You can say me," Satoru quips, cracking his neck. "No need to be shy. We're all past that now." He looks Suguru over and gives him a lazy smile. "No way you're worse than Nanami. I know you got it in ya." Satoru winks. It is easy, far too easy, to settle back into a friendly banter with Suguru.
Sharing Kagome gives him some mild indigestion, but... the opportunity to have his best friend back gives him heart palpitations. She's clearly attracted to both of them, but would she even want that?
Suguru presses his lips together in contemplation. "Fine. It's been a decade since I've been with anyone."
Is he serious? The words sink into Satoru's heart. Suguru is surrounded by other sorcerers, and he never thought to get the edge off even a little?
"Wait. Really? Not even..."
Suguru shakes his head and lets his hair down. "Getting involved with your..." His lips tilt up. "Coworkers can be a problem." Suguru sinks down next to Nanami. "You're too soft with him. Satoru likes it rougher than that." He brushes his hair back and opens his mouth.
Satoru grunts. He does like it rough, but he also likes how soft Kagome's hands are. He glances at his phone. With Suguru on his knees and his hair down, Satoru could pretend it's Kagome, but then Suguru swirls his tongue over the head and like that, the fantasy is dispelled.
Suguru isn't Kagome, and Kagome isn't Suguru. His cock twitches in Suguru's hand. Seeing Suguru on his knees after so long is quite the view, but... not even that is enough to get him to perform.
He can't do this.
"What's with you?" Suguru strokes Satoru's cock. "You don't like it rough anymore?"
"I can't do this," Satoru admits. "We've been here for a little over an hour now and nothing." It's pathetic really how he can look at pictures of Kagome and manage to get hard, but then Nanami touches him and he deflates faster than a balloon.
Nanami drops his head and hunches his shoulders.
Suguru gives Satoru a look that screams, fix this.
How annoying. Why does he have to consider Nanami's feelings in all of this? What about his feelings? Does no one think about him?
Unbelievable.
"Look, Nanami... Kento, it's not you. Not even Suguru is doing it for me. I'm just... shit, I don't know, worried about Kagome. I can't—"
"Are you serious?" Suguru stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Course I am. I cannot perform under these conditions." Satoru rolls his eyes and then goes back to looking at his phone. He needs a cleanser.
"No, dumbass. You love her."
Satoru stiffens. "No, I don't." How the hell did Suguru come to that conclusion? Does he care about Kagome? Uh, yeah. Who wouldn't care about her? She's amazing. But that doesn't mean he is in love with her. He doesn't do love or relationships.
"We should get going," Nanami says, spiking a hand through his hair.
"Does your jaw hurt?" Suguru questions.
"I am fine." Nanami's cheeks flush pink.
"Never mind that. Is no one going to put my dick back in my pants?" Satoru huffs. Where is the consideration? Nanami bites his bottom lip and nods his head. "Say something. Give me a sentence."
"I believe we should do my mission next, as it is close by and may not be rigged." Nanami tucks Satoru back into his boxers and then zips his pants. "Kagome and I do not have the relationship that you two share, nor has she been on a date with me. My mission should not be rigged with any tricks outside of the curse." Nanami stands and runs his fingers through his hair again, further messing with the blonde strands.
It's the most disheveled Nanami has ever looked.
"What is it?"
Satoru slides his phone back into his pocket. "Your hiccups are gone. Thank fuck for that. I would have knocked you out if they kept on."
Nanami's lips part. "You would have hit me?" His voice rises, cracking at the end.
"Sounds like you would have liked it. So kinky." Satoru wrinkles his nose. "We'll have to walk to your mission. Despite what everyone may think, I can't just keep teleporting around, so I would rather save the few I have left for when we need it."
"Kagome made it seem as though you could," Suguru replies.
"I have more to give when she's around." He motions for Nanami to lead the way. Despite his better judgment, his eyes flint down to Nanami's groin and then back to Nanami's face. "What?"
"N-nothing." Nanami clears his throat. "The binding is looser."
Seriously? Satoru twists his upper lip back in distaste. Letting Suguru and Nanami suck his cock is what loosens the binding? Kagome is a bigger freak than he gave her credit for. When he sees her again, he's bending her over and spanking her ass. He keeps his mouth shut and locks the door behind him. If they don't figure this out by the end of the night, then they'll need to find somewhere with a bed large enough to accommodate them or sleep on the floor.
"We should rest at Kagome's place," Suguru says. "It's all over your face."
"I'm not that easy to read."
"Yes, yes you are. We'll stay at her place in case the kidnapper goes to her apartment for anything or in case she comes back and goes home first. If she returns to Jujutsu High, then someone will send word to you or Nanami. But if this is as frequent as her mother claims, then she might just come back home as though it isn't a big deal."
"That's a lot of guesswork, Suguru." Satoru ignores the looks they get as they walk down the street. They must look like quite the trio though, with Satoru in his uniform, Suguru dressed like a monk, and Nanami dressed as though he still works as a salaryman. "What if we just decimate the area until the only thing left is her energy? Save us a lot of time."
"You cannot be serious!" Nanami yells.
"Ease up there. Just throwing suggestions out."
"Are you finally over working for the higher-ups, then? Because I don't care about getting rid of some monkeys."
Satoru pauses. "You know, Kagome's mom isn't a sorcerer, nor did she have any special energy like Kagome."
"I can..." Suguru sighs. "I need to think on this further."
In other words, Suguru is willing to make an exception when he couldn't be half-assed to that for his own parents. Though Suguru's parents were glad when Suguru came to Jujutsu High. Satoru stuffs his free hand into his pocket. Would that have made a difference? Parents who accepted Suguru was different and didn't shun him. Come to think of it, Nanami doesn't have a good relationship with his family either.
Satoru glances down at the sidewalk and makes a mental note to check in with Yuta and Maki sometime. Both of their families hate them.
"Seriously, what is with you? Is it because Nanami sucked your dick?" Suguru asks.
Satoru scoffs. "No one is thinking about that." More importantly, when did they get to the mission location? Satoru keeps his face blank. This is not like him. He does not space out. He does not lose track of his surroundings. "Forget about that. Let's get this mission over with it."
Nanami puts up the veil and leads them into the building. This one doesn't look all that abandoned. No dust. Nothing strange growing inside the building. The windows even look new.
"What's the deal with this place?"
"There's been reports of employees disappearing while at work. Some have been found in the basement hanging." Nanami presses his lips together. "There have been too many instances for it to be all suicides. Some reports have noted some victims being dragged away mid-conversation by something supernatural."
"And no one has quit?" Suguru questions.
"It doesn't matter the business, management is always looking out for their bottom lines," Nanami says. "Per the scouters, there should only be one curse, but it is possible there are smaller ones. Grade one mission."
"You sure about that?" Satoru clucks his tongue along the roof of his mouth. "I think your mission is bugged too." He points at the doll on the desk. "There's no curse here. Not anymore." This is getting a little annoying. His mission is one thing, but now Nanami's mission too? Are they being watched, or did someone go out of their way to gain access to their schedules for the day? "Let's take it out of the building. Open air. See if we can't figure something out."
Suguru nods and summons a curse to retrieve the doll. It screeches and convulses.
"UNHAND ME YOU CREATIN!" the doll shrieks.
Satoru winces. The sound is piercing, but more than that, the doll hits the curse and knocks it on its ass. The fuck. That's a grade one curse Suguru summoned.
"What are you?" Satoru questions. "Are you capable of understanding human speech?"
The doll turns. Its eyes, two black buttons, swirl until they turn a bright green. Its hair is bright red. Looks like someone put a mop on its head and called it a day. "Ah, it's you. That sorcerer."
Satoru bites the inside of his cheek. Yeah, yeah. He's heard it all before. Gojo Satoru the strongest. The six eyes—
"Sex eyes user, you will fail."
What?
"What did you just call him?" Suguru asks, slightly aghast.
"Sex eyes. Does he not posses them?"
"Six." Nanami grunts. "No one calls him the sex eyes user."
The doll tilts its body to the side. There's something eerie about its movements. "Fail. You will fail. I don't like talking to you. You will go bye bye."
Satoru's muscles tense. He steps in front of Suguru and Nanami. Whoever took Kagome is turning out to be a real pain in the ass. He prepares to shoot off a red when the doll flashes out of sight. The building fades away and...
"Nanami, where the hell are your clothes?"
Nanami looks down and squeaks like a mouse caught in a trap. He thrusts his hand in front of his dick and then searches for his blunt sword. Satoru raises a brow while Nanami alternates between trying to hide his cock and searching for his sword.
Suguru scratches his head and growls. "It's going after Nanami because he's the weakest link. No offense," he adds as an afterthought. "Where are we? Some kind of forest?"
"No clue," Satoru admits. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Maybe he can map where they are. No service. Course not. He looks over at Nanami and frowns. Where did Nanami's clothes go? Satoru slides out of his jacket, slightly surprised when the fabric passes through their combined hands so he can take it off fully. "Here, put this on." He hands the jacket out to Nanami and then turns his head.
A large white banner hangs from the trees. There are balloons weighted down with sandbags. Blue, yellow, and pink balloons. Some are in the shape of dogs. But it is not the balloons, nor is it the red carpet beckoning them to go deeper into the forest that grates on Satoru's nerves.
No. It's the sign. The stupid banner that hangs there, teasing him.
So, the Sex Eyes, the Throat Goat, and the Salary Man walked into a forest one day...
"I hate this doll. Hate this guy. I've never hated anyone until now," Satoru says with a tight smile on his face because smiling is the only thing keeping him from losing his shit right now. Is that supposed to be a joke? He squints. Why does it sound like water is... "Are you fucking with me?"
"What?" Suguru turns his head and lets out an impressive snarl.
"I need pants," Nanami says, tugging Satoru's jacket closer around him. "And the only way out of here is forward."
Satoru huffs and looks at the red carpet. Behind them is a wall of water. This doesn't feel like a domain. "Let's get this over with."
A/N: I feel like this week went by too fast. Shippo is having too much fun trolling them. I am working on Brat Tamer, promise. My energy pennies have been running low so I've been spending more time reading and watching tv this week.
Take care of yourselves! Have an awesome week and make sure to get plenty of rest. If you are feeling low, then do something that makes you happy.