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Gojo Satoru is a fickle character, understanding him may seem easy but under his silly persona is a difficult person to understand. Usually people would underestimate him on first appearance but if anyone knows the Jujutsu world they should not cross the man with six eyes. Gojo wanders the streets of Tokyo, his students too busy with studying to hang with their favourite teacher so he's left to find his own entertainment. He soon felt glum as he recognizes the pavement and soon the KFC comes into view and his usual silly smile is a frown. His stern stare covered by his blindfold and his Uniform jacket slightly falls off his shoulders from its original resting position. His feet act on their own and he goes into the building to order a meal. He isn't hungry, nor does he want to be here but he couldn't help himself to get a chicken bucket to share. Like he would normally do.
"Order 69, Chicken bucket and a large Diet Pepsi."
Gojo grabs his order and suddenly senses a curse nearby. He clutches his tray and head towards where the curse is only to find a familiar Mount Fuji head with his KFC order. Gojo has no idea how Jogo ordered the meal, after all he can't be seen by the human eye so the curse must of stole the food or ordered it via electronics. Either way he has to kill the curse that escaped his grasp once out of pure luck.
"Oya~?"
Gojo chimes, forcing a silly grin on his lips as he sits across from the curse. Jogo freezes up, and stares up in horror at the Jujutsu Sorcerer.
"Shit."
Jogo states and Gojo laughs as he starts to eat his own food. Jogo shakes a bit, his volcano head slightly dies down and he rubs his neck unknowingly as he keeps his guard up.
"I won't kill you just yet, let's finish our food."
Jogo is taken back, not expecting a practical God to prioritize food over saving the many humans in this fast food restaurant. Unsure on how to respond, Jogo huffs and carries on eating his Popcorn Chicken meal. The two sit in an awkward silence, not much to talk about really. Jogo really didn't know how to start a conversation especially with the human that easily ripped his head off. He kept looking up at Gojo from his hunched over position, his steel coloured eye tries to see through the male's intentions but got nothing as Gojo is a master at hiding his blood lust. Or... The male has none right now.
Gojo would usually pounce at the idea of killing the curse in front of him right away but he didn't. The heavy burden this KFC has given him made him feel apathetic and couldn't feel bothered enough to do his job and maybe he just didn't want to destroy the KFC. Jogo notices the change in demeanor, what he knows about Gojo the male wouldn't act so down? Is that the right word? He never thought the greatest sorcerer would have such doubts or blue thoughts.
"You look gross moping around while eating."
Jogo mumbles, another fry entering his mouth as he spoke. Gojo looks up with a surprised face and hums in thought. Jogo sudden voice made him remember his job but he decided to respond casually.
"Well you could move, or are you still recovering from our last meeting?"
Gojo says with a cat like smirk and Jogo sputters out his words with a dark flush over his cheeks what Gojo could only think is the colour of Jogo's blush. He never thought he would be able to make the steel curse lose face. Gojo smiles at this, his playful personality coming back slowly over time as he interacts with the curse.
"I was here first you stupid Sorcerer!"
The volcano head nearly explodes, the hot lava heat made others nearby sweat and uncomfortable but Gojo sits unbothered, sipping his Diet Pepsi loudly with a grin.
"Your purposely annoying me..."
Jogo grumbles, he ignores the complaints of people as he keeps staring at Gojo. He sips his own drink loudly, and soon the straw fight starts. The two race to finish their drinks, keeping their eyes on each other as the loud slurps annoy the other customers. The staff found themselves wandering over to the table to kick Gojo out as they couldn't see Jogo but immediately freeze at the sight of a floating drink cup that still made a noise after Gojo finished drinking. Jogo slams the cup down, his tight hold on it crushes it and the Pepsi Max decorates the floor, staining it.
"Your going to get us kicked out-"
Gojo states as he moves his expensive shoes away from the running liquid. His smile twitches as Jogo grins.
"Sir, your going to have to leave. You are disturbing the customers."
A shaky voice is directed towards Gojo and the male turns around to see a scared looking female while her male co-workers hiding behind the wall. Gojo now understands that Jogo wouldn't be kicked out. He's been talking to air for the human eye and now he finds himself standing outside with the last drumstick from his meal and a fry box with three fries in it. He could see Jogo laughing from the window. Gojo decided to play the waiting game.
He didn't have to wait long as Jogo's meal is cut short as the waitress took it away mistaking it for trash making Jogo's head explode and almost disintegrate the couple next to him. He walks outside all grumpy and stares at Gojo who is still standing in front of the railings with a frown. He wasn't looking at the KFC building, following his line of sight Jogo stares at what Gojo is looking at to find nothing in particular. The large crowd lunch rush has dissipated and the two are stood in front of each other looking in the same direction. Jogo confused, goes to speak up.
"The hell you looking at."
Gojo didn't look away but acknowledged the question.
"... Nothing."
Gojo says but obviously something is up. Jogo didn't speak about it, it isn't his place and he didn't want to bond with his so called enemy.
"I'm going to buy a drink. I guess your free to go."
Gojo casually says, his mind obviously in another place and Jogo found it uncomfortably weird.
"Huh. I'm a curse- Aren't you going to kill me-?!"
Jogo shouts as Gojo wanders away, his long legs taking him further and further.
"..."
Jogo scowls and runs after the taller male and quietly follows the other, unknown to the both of them tonight is going to be a wild ride.
The usual place Gojo would drink would be the famous Tokyo club however, he isn't in the mood to flirt with every woman that approaches him for his phone number. His feet take him and a quiet Jogo to a local small bar, the bar is squeezed between a clothes shop and a ramen place. The drinks were not pricy and Gojo buys two of his favourite branded liquor. The two glass cups are placed on their table hidden from the public eye. The glass cup hits Gojo's lips and he hums happily as the bitter liquid goes down his throat. He is used to the feeling and he laughs quietly as Jogo coughs at the bitter taste of Vodka. Gojo decided to order him sake instead, he notes how the curse enjoys mature tastes while he prefers fruity cocktails and a wide arrange of strong alcohols. The two drink in a sombre air, compared to the KFC atmosphere this one was more lax. Maybe it was the Alcohol talking but Jogo found himself engaging in a long and deep conversation with Gojo.
"As a Curse I have seen many things, things humans would never understand."
Jogo rambles, his voice rasp from the sake and his once slouched posture becoming much more straight as his demeanor when drunk changes from sober. Gojo laughs, his face flushed pink as his long legs spread about as he downs his 7th shot and starts to drink the fruity cocktail sitting on the table. They were the bars most lively guests and the owner was too scared to make Gojo leave as he talks to himself.
"Hahahaha~! Old! Old Man!~"
Gojo laughs out and Jogo frowns as he throws his Sake cup again at him only for it to slide off his Infinity making him laugh even more. Jogo had started to heal even more as he spends time on this 'hangout', his legs grown fully back making his eight 5ft11. He kicks Gojo's chair making the male fall off with a thud, the once laughing male quiet on the floor.
"Ah- You ok?"
Jogo looks over the table to see Gojo passed out, understandable as the male consumed a lot of alcohol without eating in between. The Curse was also quite tipsy as he waddles towards Gojo's pasted out body. Unsure on what to do his immediate response was to try and get the lanky male back onto the chair. Jogo grunts as he struggles to lift Gojo up, finally sitting the male in the chair. Gojo's body hunched over the table and his drool starts to pool on the napkin the curse put underneath his head. Jogo has never had to deal with such matters, does he carry his potential killer home or leave him to get robbed? He knows where Gojo lives, after all the male drunkenly told him in the middle of his rant about his best friend. Or should he say ex best friend. It made him feel quite bad as Gojo rambled on, saying how painful it was to kill someone so close to him. Someone who understood him. But as well there was a twinge of jealousy as Gojo spins stories from his plump lips with a smile about his fun times with Getou. Jogo has the urge to tell Gojo about the mysterious humanoid creature that's helping him, his 'boss' matches Gojo's description perfectly but at the same time another urge tells him not to.
"What do I do with you. I could just kill you. Get you out of the way for our future plans."
Jogo grumbles, he watches as Gojo's blindfold wrinkles and almost slide off from his snoozing face. Gojo's infinity has been turned off, after all the males out cold. With a heavy sigh Jogo picks Gojo up with shaking legs. He didn't find it fair to use underhanded tactics against such a strong person. He could feel people watching him closely, his eye twitches as he found annoyance in their confused and feared looks. He understands where they are coming from though, a floating body going past them? His small grumbles of protest start to wake Gojo up but the male is still drunk. Jogo starts to feel Gojo's body grow hot against his skin, confused he looks back to see Gojo's ocean blue eyes staring into his soul. His tanned skin blushing slightly as he parts his lips seductively. Jogo cringes as the blue eyes roam his form and soon he grows tense as thin fingers dance around his front. Does Gojo usually become handsy when drunk? He didn't want to stay and find out so he quickly enters the penthouse building and pressed the top floor button as it says on the keys. He curses at how slow the elevator is as Gojo's hands find an opening in his shirt. Jogo starts to grow hot as well as he feels Gojo's breath tickle his neck and the smell of sweet alcoholic fruits enter his nose just showing how much Gojo drank. He struggles to get off onto the floor and struggles even more when unlocking the door. Entering the apartment, he quickly throws Gojo onto the sofa and goes to leave before the same hands from before grab his arm and pull him down. Jogo straddles Gojo who breathlessly stares back. The look inside those pretty blue eyes were lust and sadness. Jogo gulps, he thinks he knows the full explicit of Gojo's and Getou's relationship as Gojo starts to mistake the curse for his friend.
"Getou... Getou."
Gojo's words slur out of his mouth, he tries to bring himself up to plant a kiss on the Curse before said curse slaps him roughly across the face. The hand mark starts to form and Jogo starts to think that was the wrong move as Gojo goes limp. He tries to see what facial expression Gojo had only to find himself being pinned against the sofa. The cold black leather semi warm from Gojo's hot body. Jogo starts to grow scared as the arms pinning him where unmovable and the growing dick in Gojo's pants brings more fear into his body.
"No- No- No- NO-!"
Jogo screams but his pleas aren't heard and soon he cries louder as Gojo struggles to remove his belt. His drunk hands pull it out the loops slowly making Jogo gulp. His hands shake under Gojo's singular left hand and hearing the belt clank as it hits the floor made him explode even more with heat.
"Your... Not leaving again...."
Gojo mumbles his pants thrown away, his hands leave Jogo as he needs both for the shirt. Thinking he could escape he tries to move until Gojo's legs keep him in place. Jogo couldn't stare anywhere but at Gojo's toned body, he expected the Sorcerer to be this fit. Maybe he imagined things after his encounter, about how big the male is in muscle wise. Jogo sadly admits that he imagined gently tracing a finger down Gojo's stomach, counting the abs as he passes them. But with the real deal in front of him he had no clue on what to do. He's never felt so hot before, thankfully his volcanic head didn't effect the surrounding area. Gojo starts to grunt as he sits better on top of Jogo, his boxers still on and his lower half straddling on top of Jogo's nether regions.
"I'm not Geto-!!"
Jogo cuts himself off with a grunt, he didn't expect Gojo to suddenly start humping his rising area. The passion in the room grows loudly, both parties grunting Gojo's being more higher pitch than normal. Jogo had no idea on what to do, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.
"Geto-!!"
A wet kiss plants itself onto Gojo's lips as he hunches over.
"Stop calling me Getou you idiotic Sorcerer. And they say your the strongest."
Jogo mockingly says, his confidence rising as he stares more at the submissive side Gojo has clearly start to show. His face flushed and his body almost posable like a doll. Jogo pushes Gojo down, finding himself topping and starts to strip himself.
"Your muscles isn't as big as I remember... "
Gojo mumbles making Jogo growl angrily at that comment.
"Stupid Sorcerer-! I will teach you to respect me."
Jogo pulls Gojo's boxers off aggressively, his tongue wets his lips at the sheer size of Gojo but most importantly his puckering hole that begs for attention. Jogo maneuvers himself and align his pulsating 7 inch. It's on the smaller size for a curse but for a human it is incredibly big. Gojo gasps loudly and a sound that graces Jogo's ears make him a flustered red.
"Was that... Did I just make the Greatest Sorcerer come from just putting it in? Weak, you go around saying your the strongest but barely last a second in bed!"
Jogo grunts each word as the thrusts aggressively into Gojo. The male couldn't even speak, sensitive from his orgasm as his legs shake lightly.
"Getou~! You- You gotten b- bigge AH-!"
Gojo moans out, Jogo grins at that and proceeds to go faster than before. The sound of skin slapping against each other couldn't be louder and thankfully Gojo's neighbours are used to him bringing women home and didn't bother to ask him to take the noise down.
"AH~!"
Gojo comes all over his stomach, his body spasms as Jogo quickly comes after. He pulls out, still slightly hard as he stares at Gojo who is decorated in the white substance. The two breathe heavily and Jogo felt chuffed as he grins at what happened. No one can go around and say they fucked the most powerful Sorcerer can they? That was until Gojo starts to cry quietly.
"Your... Your not Getou."
Gojo bites his lip and covers his closed eyes with his arm, Jogo hovers over him unsure on what to do.
"I tried telling you that. Stupid Sorcerer."
Jogo huffs, he cleans himself up leaving Gojo crying on the black leather couch. He hesitates before opening the door, looking back at the mess he sighs loudly and exits the flat. Jogo wanders the streets of Tokyo, his thoughts heavy and clouded. He could of killed Gojo multiple times today, but he didn't. He doesn't know why but after that intense session he is sure enough his feelings towards Gojo are complicated.