Wrinkling his nose, Kenji slowly opens his eyes as the sensation of lying in some kind of liquid gives a warm and thick feeling. The metallic scent invading his nose greets him as he takes in the view above him. Giant stark white ribs jut out in various areas with a fleshy wall surrounding the whole place.
The only reason he can even see is that there is some kind of strange ambiance that alights the whole place just enough. He sneezes as a familiar dragonfly lands on his nose, flicking it off instinctively; he sits up feeling the strange liquid glide off his person as he does so and just notices that it's blood.
"wha-?" He asks out loud to him in a daze.
"Where am I?" He asks himself while standing up and flicking the blood off of his body as much as he can.
"What are you doing here brat." The familiar voice of Sukuna calls from a distance. He turns his head feeling a little bit shocked, how could he be here, it's stupid that he forgot about the man's domain.
He shivers as some of the blood runs down his back and makes his way toward the older entity, "I don't know, I was just lying down and woke up here." He says as he makes it to the altar.
The four dark red eyes peer down at him as the King of Curses hums. "I can't say I'm surprised, with how intertwined our contract is," Kenji notices he's cradling one of the crystal dragonflies in the palm of his hand as he says this.
"Is that unusual?" He asks, wondering why the curse is being so cordial.
Sukuna leans forward, the dragonfly fluttering out of his grasp before he closes his fist. His expression is one of wicked amusement, "No, not particularly. Especially if one or both sides have strong emotions attached to the other." The way he says that makes Kenji shiver, and not from the cooling blood on his being.
The sticky feeling is getting uncomfortable. He shuffles on the steps somehow leaving no footprints despite being drenched in blood.
Sukuna lifts his hand crooking his finger, "Come here,"
He gulps and makes his way towards the being who is as intimidating as he is sexy.
"W-What do you mean?" He asks, flushing as the other's mouth forms into a devious grin.
Sukuna stands as he gets closer, stalking towards him, his voice mocking, "Now don't be obtuse, there is only one answer to this, and we both know what it is." Kenji shivers as the other reaches to cradle his face, the sensation startling him. He feels slightly irritated that Sukuna is also a giant compared to him.
"What would your husband do if I took you for my own?" He gasps only to jolt awake in his bed, alone as Satoru had a late-night mission with the council out to punish the man the only way they can.
"Alright, and that's on, having no more dango before bed."
Satoru stays completely still as he wakes to the sensation of Kenji softly gliding the tips of his fingers across his face, his fingers racing his cheekbone and running along the bridge of his nose.
The oh-so-warm hand eventually cups his cheek and slides his fingers up into his hair, kneading the area above his ear slightly. Satoru snakes his arms around the smaller body pulling Kenji to him as he tucks his nose into the crook of his husband's neck brushing his lips across the other's collar.
"Hi," he hears Kenji whisper as if speaking louder would break the serenity of the moment. Pressing a kiss onto the other's collar before he leans back examining the trusting gaze of his partner.
Even with the darkened windows and blackout curtains saturating the room in darkness he can still make out the other features as if the sun is shining in the room. Kenji asked for the features to be added after he explained how he likes to sleep in total darkness, and then said it would be beneficial to him with his eyes.
Feeling overwhelmed with how much Kenji makes him feel human, he whispers just as quietly.
"Hi, baby." He says feeling his grin widen as he takes in the embarrassment coming from his little love at the endearment.
"What's gotten into you?" He asks shifting and hovering over Kenji.
They haven't done much other than foreplay with them both still adjusting to each other, but being two grown adults who are interested in each other makes it inevitable that they'd explore each other. Satoru himself just doesn't want to move too fast and break the tranquility of their relationship.
Caging his lover in by his elbows he peers questioningly waiting for an answer. Kenji squirms and Satoru has to withhold a shudder at the sensation of Kenji's ability gliding across his body.
"N-nothing," his beautiful husband flushes under him, "it's just you're doing so much for me, being hounded by the council and taking their shit to protect me, and I just…" he trails off with a look of embarrassment.
"Ah, ah, look at me," Satoru tuts, knowing the other could see him in his way. He lowers himself until his lips barely brush Kenji's.
"I do it because I want to, you are worth protecting." He murmurs, closing the distance and humming in satisfaction as two arms snake up and curl around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.
Yuuji raises his fist and knocks on the door to Gojo's apartment inside the school having been asked to come by, by Kenji before he left the other's classroom, more accurately an open field where they can learn acrobatics and the like.
Who would have thought dance involved more than simply moving your body? Yuji certainly didn't.
He ignores the scoff coming from Sukuna expertly in favor of greeting Kenji as he opens the door with a bright beaming smile, "Yuuji! Come in, thank you for coming!" The man chirps so cheerfully it hurts
Entering the room he rubs his head awkwardly, "Yeah, thanks for inviting me, uh but why?" He asks only to squirm under the familiar kind gaze, he opens his mouth to apologize, for what he doesn't know, but Gojo spins around the corner latching onto him and rubbing his face against Yuuji's obnoxiously.
"Yuuji! You came!" Gojo screams happily in his ear, loudly.
Kenji smacks the taller man on the back of his head, "Get off before you get mistaken for a pedo, though maybe you ar-" his words are interrupted as Gojo stuffs a roll of sushi into his mouth, somehow producing it out of nowhere.
"Don't be crude," Gojo chides and Kenji sputters while swallowing the food.
"what the fuck," he coughs out with a mild glare.
Gojo shrugs, "don't say mean things,"
'I'm surrounded by idiots' Sukuna sneers in his mind.
"Huh," he says, raising his hand, drawing his attention to them, "what did you want?" He asks, trying to steer them away from their weird flirting.
Kenji gives Gojo a side eye before he turns to him and says, "I know how hard it is to adjust to all this so I thought I'd treat you to a day of normalcy. You didn't choose this life like they did so it's okay to be unprepared."
He can only nod, feeling bombarded by the sheer force of Kenji's sincerity.
"Okay…" he says, standing there awkwardly.
"Oh!" Kenji says with an embarrassed expression as he waves Yuuji further in. "Come on," he says, directing them towards the sitting area playfully hip-checking Gojo as he passes him, said the man is munching on the leftover sushi.
"Do you want anything to drink? We have practically anything, with Satoru's sweet tooth." Kenji asks him, and Yuuji takes a second to respond, dazed by the sheer warmth eluding from the older man.
It's so weird hearing Gojo's first name said so casually since he's used to everyone speaking about the man with some type of awe.
"Uh, any energy drink will do." He says awkwardly, he's never really spent time with others at their house, too busy taking care of his grandpa after school until he was forced into the hospital as his health deteriorated.
Kenji nods, "Be back," he says and makes his way presumably to the kitchen.
He jumps in his seat as Gojo plops beside him and sets his lengthy legs on the coffee table tilting his head so his eerie eyes peek over his glasses, "calm down, you act like you're going to an execution or something."
Yuuji simply blinks at the other, who shrugs, "tough crowd."
"Do you know what is going on?" He asks his sensei.
The asshole merely hums, "I do," he says leaning back fully on the couch not going to say anything more.
Just as he is about to slump he leans forward in interest as Gojo wiggling his finger causes the wall in front of them to shift and rise to reveal a floor-to-ceiling TV screen and a collection of game systems mounted on the side.
He gaps at Gojo who simply smirks and crooks a finger causing two controllers to fly towards them.
"Wanna play?" Gojo asks, and he can only nod amazed by the game collection.
'What is this?' He hears Sukuna croon in interest as a first-person shooter is started up.
Kenji looks over at the sleeping teen, who fell asleep during the second movie they decided to watch. Satoru reluctantly left after getting called in by the council. He doesn't understand why the man continues to bend for these old croaks but will respect Satoru's wishes.
Getting up he stretches and hears his knees pop, shaking his hand which fell asleep from leaning on it he makes his way toward the extra blanket. Grabbing the soft fabric he turns and makes his way back toward the teen only to jolt in surprise at the pair of red eyes peering at him.
The tattoos decorating Yuuji's face only highlight the fact that Sukuna possesses the boy's body.
"Hello," he says awkwardly, feeling ridiculous as he stands there.
"Hello," he purrs, "are you just going to stand there? Sit."
Feeling mischievous he walks up to the lounging man possessing Yuuji's body and feels braver than ever as he drapes the blanket over him and sits back down in his spot.
Sukuna stares at him for a second before the fabric is shredded into tiny bits.
He pouts, "Hey, that was a good one."
"You're fucking lucky it was just the blanket." The man snarls as he crosses his legs.
Sukuna peers down at the sweets and picks one up, taking a bite only to scowl in disgust, "These are vile, how can you eat this." He says tossing the uneaten part onto the plate.
He doesn't know where the confidence comes from but he says, "Well not all of us can have an acquired taste for human flesh."
Sukuna simply leers at him, "I can show you ways that will make you appreciate the taste of the flesh, little one." And it takes all his willpower not to flush stupidity.
"I walked into that one," he admits feeling guilty for how much he's reacting to Sukuna since he genuinely likes Satoru.
"So have you always been able to possess his sleeping form?" He asks out of curiosity.
Sukuna simply gives him a look, "of course,"
Though he does relent, "unfortunately the brat can kick me out, so to speak, if I do enough to wake him out of his slumber-like state."
"So why have you only done it now?" He asks.
"What's the fun in revealing all my cards darling." Sukuna purrs with a soft laugh.
"Besides if they knew they'd lock my vessel up and then getting my fingers would be that much more difficult."
Feeling like a parrot he asks, "And why are you telling me?"
Sukuna simply gives him a look, "because I can."
They are interrupted as Satoru reappears with a tight smile.
"Well, what do we have here?" Satoru sings as he steps in front of Kenji.
A/n:
So, I want to give a warning that cannon probably will start to derail a little, starting smaller but making bigger impacts in the future.
Idk if the pacing of the relationship are okay.
Would you want Junpei to survive? Does anyone care for him? I personally was indifferent to his death, now Nanami on the other hand…