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g. shusei x z. naoya
Zenin Naoya met Gojo Shusei.
Deep down, he wanted nothing more than to taint that person with filth.
#toxicrelationship
After all, who would even like a person who insulted them every chance they could? So, it never once crossed Shusei's mind that Naoya would feel anything else other than mutual hatred.
Who could tell him... why did Naoya look excited when he, Shusei, sat on top of his stomach?
A pair of hands slid around him, grabbing Shusei's slim waist. "Shusei," the ambience in the room grew hotter for reasons Shusei couldn't point out. His throat grew dry, feeling parched all of a sudden. "Don't let another trash touch you."
Goosebumps crawled through the heir's skin. He tried backing away but those hands holding his waist moved down and gripped his thighs. It was only then did Shusei remembered that his lower half was bare.
"Zenin Naoya, let go of me." He said through gritted teeth.
The other's response was simply to smile. "I think you haven't heard what I said earlier." One hand travelled from his thigh, up to his hips, and towards his chest. Naoya pinched the other's chin and forcefully brought him down until the tips of their nose touched.
"You, Gojo Shusei, are mine."
And their lips connected.
It was neither dominating like the usual Zenin Naoya. It wasn't forceful nor was it painful. Instead, for Gojo Shusei who was expecting the worse, what he experienced in this kiss turned out to be something softer than he first imagined.
It tickled his heart, almost bursting with warmth, that it made it difficult for him to react. Naoya took this chance to slowly deepen kiss, parting Shusei's lips with his tongue and entered inside.
The sound of their breaths reverberated against the walls, sweat dripping off their skin. Amidst this hot kiss, Shusei grew uncomfortable with the heat. He parted from Naoya a bit, eyes clouded with haze as he rested his forehead on the other's shoulder.
"It's hot..." His voice turned shaky at the end. "Naoya, it's hot."
"Do you want to stop then, Shusei?" Asked the Zenin, not before he leaned close and whispered in the heir's ear.
"I—" Shusei bit his lips.
What exactly was going on?
His thoughts were a mess that he couldn't think straight. He wanted to make Naoya payback, didn't he? So what was he doing, being this intimate with the man he loathed?
What was he doing, being this close to each other without amy intention to kill?
What was he... being so stupid?
"I investigated about that trash, you know," Naoya interrupted Shusei's train of thoughts, embracing the silent man around the torso. "That one called Geto Suguru." Under his hands, Naoya sensed Shusei turning stiff. It caused hatred to bloom within his chest but Naoya told himself to keep it together.
Now was not the time to let his anger get the best of him. "You liked him, didn't you?" Even though he didn't get any reply, Naoya still continued. "But he didn't like you back. That trash would have stayed if he did, wouldn't he? Say, Shusei, if that trash doesn't like you, why do you still like him?"
"... I... don't know." He truly didn't know. Shusei couldn't even begin why he liked his Geto-ani in the first place. Maybe because he liked Suguru's smile? The way he would explain things to him in an unhurried manner, talking in a voice that touched his heart.
His Geto-ani was gentle, every word he said tickled Shusei's ears. Sometimes, he would get lost in his thoughts when listening to Suguru's voice.
But he knew, long ago, that Geto Suguru only sees him like a little brother.
Naoya's eyes widened when he felt his shoulder get wet.
Shusei... was crying.
In an instant, Naoya reversed their position. He pinned Shusei down on the bed, both arms above his head. Shusei's tears made him look fragile as of he were made of glass. That red nose and swollen eyes caused Naoya to lean down and kissed each one of them.
Such a Shusei made Naoya want to embrace him even longer.
"You're mine."
"I'm not."
"You are." And Naoya swooped down to kiss the corner of his eyes.
.
.
"... aniue."
"Shushu!"
Satoru ran towards his brother and tackled him to the ground. "Where have you been?! You didn't contact us at all!"
"I'm sorry, aniue." Shusei's voice was quiet.
The pair of brothers soon stood up, Satoru still holding his brother by the arms. He stared at the heir with a stern look through his glasses. "Shushu, what happened? Did you encounter something over there?"
"... no, no. I just want to rest, aniue. I... have a lot think about."
"Shu, Shusei?"
The sorcerer watched his brother walk pass him, and even refused to look at him in the eye. Worry grew in his chest, not until something caught his attention on his brother's neck. He had been too happy seeing Shusei return that he forgot to look hos brother for his injuries.
But even from afar, Satoru was certain the mark on his brother's neck... was a love mark.
His mind went blank before rage filled every single part of him.
"Someone actually dared to assault my brother?"
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I think imma put this on hiatus sksksksksksksk I don't know where I'm going with this right now
