Gojo's gaze flicked between Kenji and Sukuna, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by a cold, hard focus as he processed the situation. The sight of Kenji, vulnerable yet defiant, standing against the malevolent aura of Sukuna was a disconcerting juxtaposition that sent a surge of irritation and concern through him.
Kenji, though clearly exhausted and in no condition to fight, stood firm. His voice was strained, yet it carried an undercurrent of determination that piqued Gojo's interest.
"Satoru, please, it's not what it looks like," Kenji said, his eyes locking onto Gojo's with an intensity that suggested he was battling more than just physical pain. "Sukuna wants me to kiss him, in front of you, as a condition to keep Yuji alive."
Gojo's eyes widened, his usual smirk fading as the weight of the situation settled in. "I-"
"The fuck!" The absurdity of the demand momentarily disoriented him, but he quickly regained his composure. "Are you serious?" he snapped, his voice tight with barely contained anger, as he sneered through his glasses at the smug curse who still had his hand wrapped around Yuji's heart.
"He's using Yuji as leverage for some ridiculous demand?" Gojo couldn't believe the audacity. Sukuna's game was something beyond Gojo's usual playing field, and he despised being pulled into it.
Kenji nodded, his expression pained but resolute. "It's the only way to buy us time. I won't do it while Yuji is in a minor's body, but it's the best chance we have."
Gojo's eyes narrowed as he shifted his focus to Sukuna, who stood there with that smug grin, clearly enjoying the chaos he'd instigated. The cursed king's presence was an affront to everything Gojo stood for, and the notion of giving in to Sukuna's demands felt like a slap in the face.
"And what exactly do you expect me to do?" Gojo demanded, his voice edged with frustration. "Play along with this farce just to save Yuji?"
Kenji took a deep breath, steadying himself despite the obvious pain. "Yes," he replied. "We need to figure out a way to get Sukuna a new body."
'So I can kill him', Gojo thinks but doesn't say it aloud.
"If we can convince the council that Yuji is dead, he can train and learn enough to protect himself. They aren't going to give him a chance to grow if they know he's alive."
Sukuna's expression shifted from amusement to contemplation, his eyes never leaving Kenji. "Two months," he declared, his voice cold and unyielding. But the way he stared at Kenji made Gojo feel something he'd never felt before, an itch to prove that he was the better choice.
What the fuck was that all about?
"If you fail to deliver a new body for me by then, I will take matters into my own hands." The chilling finality of Sukuna's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the stakes involved.
Gojo's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to maintain his composure. The thought of Sukuna making good on his threat was unacceptable, and the urgency of the situation was clear.
Gojo's gaze returned to Kenji, his eyes reflecting a mix of skepticism and grudging respect. "Alright," he said, his tone clipped but resolute. "We'll play along for now, but don't think for a second that I'm letting my guard down."
Sukuna, still smirking, regarded Gojo with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "I see you're willing to play along," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How delightful. I'll be watching, of course."
"Any attempts to double-cross me will be met with the appropriate response."
Gojo met Sukuna's gaze with unwavering resolve. "Don't think for a second that we're going to make this easy for you."
"I can't wait for my kiss, Ken-kun," was all Sukuna said before letting his presence recede.
"Did he just-" Gojo screeched. "I'll kill him!" He snarled, pacing like a bull.
"Babe," Kenji called out, the endearment causing Gojo to pause.
Gojo looked down to see Kenji holding Yuji's head and then followed Kenji's nod to see a distraught Megumi nearby.
"Oh," Gojo muttered.
"Poor Megumi."
Megumi slowly regained consciousness, the world around him spinning in a haze of pain and disorientation. The sharp ache in his head was a constant reminder of the brutal clash with Sukuna, and he groaned softly as he tried to push himself into a sitting position.
His eyes fluttered open to see Gojo and Kenji standing nearby, their expressions a mixture of concern and frustration. Kenji seemed to have been treated by Shoko, but the exhaustion was evident in his eyes.
Turning his head, Megumi spotted Yuji still unconscious, lying on a cot not far from him. His heart sank at the sight, the last thing he remembered was Sukuna plunging his hand into his own chest while standing in front of Kenji. The worry for his friend, combined with the pain coursing through his own body, made it difficult to focus.
'Is Itadori dead?' Megumi wondered, the thought weighing heavily on him.
Distantly, he heard Kenji speaking urgently, his voice carrying a tone of desperation that made Megumi strain to hear. "We need to make sure the council thinks Yuji is dead."
That revelation made the weight in his chest lift slightly. Despite the dire situation, there was hope—Yuji was still alive.
"We'll be able to keep it a secret for a few weeks at least, but we have to act quickly," Kenji continued. "It's not ideal, but it's the best we can do for now. We need to make sure Yuji stays safe and out of Sukuna's reach."
Megumi finally managed to push himself into a sitting position, his head still throbbing. He looked around, taking in the sight of Nobara nearby, tending to a head wound and a dislocated shoulder. Her face was a mixture of pain and stubborn determination.
As Megumi's vision cleared, he noticed that Kenji and Gojo's conversation had shifted, with Kenji speaking in a tone that brooked no argument. "We need to keep Yuji's situation confidential and make sure the council doesn't catch wind of what's really going on. It's the only way we'll be able to give him the chance to train without the constant threat of assassination attempts."
Gojo, still looking slightly miffed, grinned down at his husband, "Alright, alright. I'll do my part. Just expect me to enjoy it—a lot."
Megumi pushed through the pain and tried to stand, his legs shaking beneath him. "What's the plan?" he asked, his voice hoarse but determined. "How do we make sure Yuji stays hidden?"
Kenji looked over at him, a hint of relief in his eyes at seeing Megumi up and moving. "We'll need to fabricate evidence of Yuji's death and use that to keep the council off our backs. I know it's a lot to ask, but you two are going to have to pretend that Yuji is dead."
"It'll buy us the time we need to figure out how to deal with Sukuna and find a solution that keeps Yuji alive."
Nobara, despite her injuries, managed a scowl in silence, clearly annoyed by the ongoing discussion but unwilling to voice her frustration.
Kenji steps into the shower, the warmth of the water washing over him as he lets out a sigh of relief.
The steam envelops him, providing a soothing escape from the chaos that has dominated his life recently. He leans against the cool tile, letting the water cascade over his head and shoulders.
As he stands there, the events of the past few days replay in his mind, a whirlwind of absurdity and emotion.
Arriving from a wormhole into a world he barely understood, being thrust into the role of a husband and pseudo-father to a group of young sorcerers, it's been a lot to take in.
He remembers his initial confusion and disorientation, the feeling of being out of place, and the gradual acceptance of his new life. It's strange to think how quickly things have changed, how he's gone from an outsider to someone integral in this strange, new world.
He is startled upon hearing the shower door open, and before he could react, Gojo's arms wrap around him, pulling him into a firm embrace.
The unexpected contact makes Kenji squeak in surprise, the warmth of Gojo's body pressing against his back.
Gojo's voice is low and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual brashness. "Is this okay?" he asks, his breath warm against Kenji's ear.
Kenji stammers out a reply, his voice trembling slightly. "Y-yeah, it's fine." The word barely escapes his lips as he tries to steady his racing heart.
Humming, Gojo's presses closer, chuckling when Kenji's breath hitching.
He shivers, feeling Gojo's warm, naked skin against his own, the closeness heightened by the hot steam and the cascading water. Kenji withholds a whimper as Gojo's nose burrows into his nape, his breath tickling Kenji's skin.
The sensation is overwhelming, sending shivers down Kenji's spine. His mind goes blank, as gojo starts to trial kisses, genlty taking his ear between his teeth before whispering into his ear, "is this okay?"
Kenji can only nod as Gojo grins in his peripheral, spindly fingers reach to grap his jaw gently pulling his head into a kiss as Kenji turns in his arms.
He hooks his arms over Satoru's broad shoulders, his lean frame curling around him as Satoru lifts him by the leg, turning them around and pressing Kenji's back against the fogged glass of the shower door.
Kenji let out a small squeak of surprise and shook with anticipation as Satoru supported his entire weight in his arms. He balances Kenji and guides him until their cocks align, effectively pinning him. He holds him securely as he begins lifting Kenji's body up and down, while grinding their cocks, his ass sliding against the glass behind him.
Kenji holds on for dear life, the friction and intimacy causing him to feel overwhelmed with pleasure upon Satoru's every thrust down.
"Ngh, oh god, oh god…" Kenji whines pathetically, though it's music to Satoru's ears.
"I got you," Satoru says with a huffing laugh as he grinds into Kenji's hips.
At one point, his legs' strength threatened to give so he had to lean back to rest against the opposite wall. He still held Kenji close, devouring his lips as they rut into each other harder and harder as the water splashed around them.
With the dual stimulation, they both eventually come.
"Fuck," Gojo grunts his grip on Kenji's hip brushing as they come, their mess mingling inbetween their bodies as the water washes it away.
"What was all that for?" Kenji asks breathlessly.
Gojo simply grins pecking his lips, "simply reminding you,"
A/n:
I debated if not to put a smut warning but, then it would have ruined the surprise.
How was it? One of my first attempt to actually write smut (posting it that is) I know it's pretty light, but;)
Jealous Gojo strikes.