#genanago

Annoyed Geto holding Gojo. Nanami smiling in the background. God why. I’m nauseous. They deserved to be happy.

In this snapshot there’s only friendship and love. But in the end there was only blood. They were always meant to die, they were always doomed.

One of Gege’s interviews (or maybe it was a note somewhere) suggests that Geto was literally born because Gojo was born. He was only born to be Gojo’s foil. And that makes me SICKKK. They were never going to be happy.

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Without consulting Geto, Kento pours a finger of whiskey into each, happy to drink them both if Geto declines. As suspected, Geto takes the glass when Kento silently offers it to him.

For a moment longer they linger, held in each other’s gaze. They are players in the court of Gojo’s consuming stare, six eyes too many roving and watching.

The whiskey goes down smoothly, until it doesn’t; the last residual fumes burn Kento’s abused mouth and throat.

“Shit,” Kento half-whispers, half-groans.

From the bed, Gojo tuts.

“What did you do to him, Suguru?” he asks accusingly.

“Oh, nothing you haven’t done to him before, I’m sure.” Geto’s words are playful but hold a certain lilt, one he often takes with Gojo, Kento notices. He’s smiling in the dim light as he sets his glass, and then Kento’s, on the side table. “Nothing you won’t do again tonight.”

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“Your Ino-kun will be kept occupied, but unharmed,” Geto says, his voice as smooth as silk, but frayed along the edges. “I’m not in the habit of killing sorcerers. If I was, I might have gone after you long ago for laying your hands on Satoru.”

It could be a joke, it could be a serious threat. Either way, the words make Kento’s heart jump in his chest—for all the wrong reasons. He reminds himself that Geto isn’t invincible.

“If I recall, it’s you who left him wanting. I just filled a vacancy.”

Gojo laughs behind him. It’s no surprise to Kento that he’s getting a rise out of this.

Geto hums and presses his body into Kento’s personal space again. This time his eyes seem entirely focused on him, Gojo’s presence be damned.

“I’ve always wondered how well you filled the gaping hole I left behind,” Geto croons, the smile on his face so sharp it could cut glass.

Kento smiles, moves a hand up to grip Geto’s lower jaw, his fingers digging divots into his handsome face, pushing against the hard bone of his jawline. He wants to leave marks that will bloom to bruises later, marks that will make his followers wonder who had damaged a man like him.

“Why don’t you see for yourself, Geto-senpai?”

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Kento’s fingers twist in silky black strands of hair that twirl around his fingers like poisoned tendrils of cursed energy. Every dip of his tongue into Geto’s mouth rewards him with a moan, or a squeeze. Noises escape their mouths as they pull each other closer to grind against half-hard erections and too tight trousers. Kento regrets his choice of clothes, longing for easily discarded sweats. But… he wanted to look good, and not for Satoru, either.

He can admit it now. He wanted to look good for Geto.