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kenjakusbrainstem · 1 year

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Rewards (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Hey! Being able to type properly again with my left hand is amazing, I had gotten stuck with this one a little while back but managed to work through it, hopefully it isn't too much though! It's been a rough day but sitting down to finish typing this up was just what I needed to not think for a while. Reblog or reply if you enjoy it, I'll cross post to ao3 as well. Thank you for your time! <3

Climbing down the small ladder into the sewer, Kenjaku grimaced. The smell of the sewer was never something that he could fully brace himself for. He always told himself he'd just wait for Mahito to return to him, but after the altercation the curse had gotten himself into, Kenjaku felt the need to go looking for him.

Kenjaku greatly enjoyed watching Mahito grow, the curse was special in the way he never stopped adapting. Watching him struggle in the fight against Sukuna's vessel only to be forced into a position where his domain expansion blossomed unexpectedly. It made Kenjaku proud to watch, well, maybe proud wasn't the right word. Even observing at a safe distance, his mouth watered at seeing Mahito's sudden growth.

It was a fight he would have liked to have had a front seat too, but this would do for now. Observing the growth of Mahito and Yuuji Itadori were things that needed to be done at a distance, though with this evolution, things would be moving along quickly soon.

Kenjaku was nothing if not patient after all.

Stepping off the ladder and onto the floor of the sewer, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to spend time searching for Mahito. The curse he was looking for just so happened to be propped up against the wall right next to the ladder. He was unconscious though, even if he passed out at least he was able to get away from the battle with his head still attached.

The energy radiating off of his body was weak, as if he'd ran through all of his energy trying to escape. Upon observation Kenjaku could see that despite his low energy, Mahito's body was in pristine condition. His ability to alter the shape of his soul always made it harder to tell how much damage he had actually sustained, the blood smears on his body the only give away that something was wrong.

Standing over Mahito's slumped form, Kenjaku took in more of the curse's appearance. One surprise he hadn't noticed due to the poor lighting was the fact that the curse was naked.

Squatting with Mahito's legs between his own Kenjaku reached out and brushed his hand lightly through Mahito's hair. While he always appreciated the energetic nature of the curse, a moment like this was not to be wasted.

Mahito's beauty was something Kenjaku hadn't expected in a curse borne from humanity. He would have been a fool to ignore it. Hand slipping from the soft hair to the patchwork curse's face, Kenjaku moved his hand under Mahito's chin. He lifted his face up so it was easier to admire the features in the dim light.

Before he could take in the sight any longer, Mahito's eyes fluttered open. A light smile gracing his features when he realized it was Kenjaku that had found him. Mahito made an effort to remember where Kenjaku usually entered the sewer from and was glad he managed to find it in his weakened state.

The two stared into each others eyes for a moment, as if having some form of silent communication. Mahito using the moment to gather himself enough to tell Kenjaku what had happened. Kenjaku however, marveled at the excitement in the curse's eyes, very human like in his obvious elation.

"Geto! Things went almost exactly like you thought they would, everything except for the deal with Sukuna. You were even right about expanding my domain soon, I almost took out that boring sorcerer but-," Mahito spoke quickly, excitable as always, only to be cut off by Kenjaku gripping his chin and tilting his head back further.

"I know, you've grown so much. How fascinating it is that you evolve so quickly," Kenjaku whispered, smooth voice dripping with praise. Mahito may not have realized just how much of that fight went exactly as Kenjaku had planned. The only surprise for Kenjaku was how quickly Mahito seemed to overcome the hurdles he threw at him.

Mahito opened his mouth as if to continue speaking, but Kenjaku's thumb lightly caressed his bottom lip. It made him hesitate for once. He wasn't afraid to speak, more like he was perplexed by the softness of Kenjaku's words and actions.

Stooping lower, Kenjaku softly kissed Mahito. The curse's lips barely responding to the tender gesture, he was more confused than upset. Why didn't Kenjaku want to hear a report of what happened? Why did he seem to be more interested in Mahito personally than the fight itself? The thought of the focus being all on him made the situation even more odd for Mahito as he felt a strange feeling bubble inside of his body.

It was irritating to think of Kenjaku secretly keeping watch on him, it wasn't any of his business how much he grew. However, Mahito couldn't get the image of Kenjaku watching him with rapt fascination out of his head. It stirred a heat inside him that he couldn't help but be frustrated with.

Putting his hands up, Mahito pushed Kenjaku away. His lack of strength only able to pull their lips apart.

The pout on Mahito's face made Kenjaku chuckle, he hadn't expected the curse to be so resistant. Or maybe he himself was excited.

"Geto~ let me talk! You don't even know how I've grown since you didn't stick around," Mahito pouted, he wasn't sure what was upsetting him about this. Something felt off about Kenjaku's behavior and as much as he liked the attention, he just wanted to gush about the fight.

Kenjaku leaned back, guided by the curse's hands. He couldn't help the small smirk on his face. Mahito was exhausted to the point of rambling when he spoke, there was a slight slur to his speech. The flush that spread across his cheeks was just a show, as he rarely flushed enough for coloration in his cheeks. Mahito had used the look to entice him before, it seemed the curse was confused about more than one thing today.

The hand Mahito used to push Kenjaku away had fallen limp to his side again. Taking advantage of his weak state, Kenjaku reached forward, running his long fingers through Mahito's hair, petting him as if he were a cat.

Mahito's brow furrowed, again confused by the tender gesture. The way he was behaving really did remind Kenjaku of a feline. He seemed very finicky about the attention he was getting, both enjoying it and wanting to get away.

"I can see how you've grown even without all that, but you can tell me about it on the way to the hot springs. That'll rejuvenate you, I'm sure," Kenjaku said, speaking as if he were trying to appease a small child and not the curse before him.

Pushing Mahito's head to the side slightly, Kenjaku leaned forward again. Mahito knew pushing him away was just a show, yet he still reached to brace his hands against Kenjaku's arms. The weak grip only fueled Kenjaku's movements further though. Such a powerful curse,his curse, on the brink of exorcism right before him; Kenjaku was excited.

"You ran away like a coward, a very smart coward. You want to lick your wounds here in the darkness? Let me lick them for you, I'll make you feel like new again," Kenjaku whispered against Mahito's neck before licking along the nape of it. The same place he had been bleeding from not long ago.

Mahito shivered as Kenjaku's warm tongue slid across his unmarred flesh. He's been able to regenerate enough by the time he'd made it here but his blood was still splattered across his body. Kenjaku moaned against the skin, not minding the taste of blood on his tongue, almost preferring this to Mahito's bare flesh.

Kenjaku may not have seen Mahito receive the wound, but he had seen the curse's eyes rolled back as he bled all over himself. He knew Mahito would be fine, but some part of him did want to soothe the wounds he hadn't intended the curse to receive. Sucking gently at Mahito's collar bone, Kenjaku wondered briefly why he didn't just carry the curse to the hot springs now? Why waste time here?

A soft whimper from Mahito was all the answer he needed. Why not partake in pleasure when his nerves were on fire yearning to touch Mahito? He didn't need the veil of an experiment to play with his curse this time.

Licking back up to Mahito's neck, Kenjaku bit and sucked at the tender new flesh, wanting to wound the curse in a different way.

Mahito gasped at the sudden sharpness of Kenjaku's teeth in his skin. The pain of reopening a phantom wound made more pleasurable than he'd expected. A steady stream of moans and whimpers leaving Mahito's lips as Kenjaku sucked and licked the would he made.

A hand found its way to Mahito's lips as Kenjaku kept up the attention he was giving to his neck. Gently covering the curse's mouth, Kenjaku forced him to swallow the sounds he was making. Kissing his way back up to Mahito's ear, he nibbled lightly on the lobe.

"Make too much noise and they might find you. Are you so sure I'd protect you that you want to draw attention to us?" Kenjaku whispered. He wasn't about to actually let anything happen to either of them, but the thought of taunting Mahito was too much to keep in.

Pulling away from the curse Kenjaku sat back, taking in Mahito's state. He looked fucked out already, probably due to his exhaustion, but it did remind Kenjaku of how the curse looked when he was done with him. The bruises on his neck, blood splattered across his nude body, and the desperate look in his eyes. Everything about the curse was calling for Kenjaku's full attention.

Running his hands down Mahito's body, Kenjaku squeezed the curse's hip before continuing down the legs. Letting his hands massage the flesh of Mahito's calves, he studied the confusion evident on the curse's face. Lifting the curse's legs up, he pulled Mahito closer to him, forcing his back to arch.

Mahito opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself when the grip on his calves tightened. Curiosity wasn't about to kill whatever moment was happening just yet.

Smiling at the display of self control, Kenjaku moved Mahito's legs forward, bending them at the knees. Moving himself forward with the legs, he settled between them as he lifted one up to his face. Kenjaku turned his head and placed a kiss on the curse's ankle.

He paused, almost as if waiting for a reaction from the curse before continuing. Kissing a path down and onto the sole's of Mahito's foot, Kenjaku was not entirely surprised at how clean the skin was. After all it was freshly remade. Every inch of Mahito was so fascinating to him, he couldn't help but react this way. Kenjaku placed a final kiss on the arch of Mahito's foot before using his grip to spread the curse's legs, making more space for himself.

Kenjaku's hands slid up Mahito's legs as he separated them, stopping to squeeze the soft flesh of his thighs. He pressed the legs up further than a normal human would be comfortable with.

Turning his attention to Mahito's hard cock, Kenjaku wrapped his hand around the base. He was surprised Mahito was this excited already, probably a mix of the lips on his body and the Pavlovian response he must have now had to Kenjaku's touch. Spending so much time rewarding the curse with pleasure had payed off.

"You're so vulnerable right now. It's cute how exhausted you look, I don't think I've ever seen you this weak before," Kenjaku teased as he slowly stroked the cock in front of him. He heard Mahito choke above him, shocked at the way things were unfolding.

A whine left Mahito's throat as he tried to close his thighs. For once the curse didn't have anything to say, only wanting to push Kenjaku away. He was already so overwhelmed, focusing on pleasure was so hard when he was trying to heal.

Kenjaku chuckled to himself as he dug his nails into Mahito's thigh, pressing his cheek against the other so he could keep one hand on Mahito's cock.

Weakly, Mahito kept trying to force his legs shut, Kenjaku's nails, not enough to stop him. Turning his head, Kenjaku bit into Mahito's soft thigh without warning. Sharp at first, the pressure relented quickly as he soothed the wound with his tongue. The action forcing Mahito to pull his own legs apart and back to where Kenjaku had originally moved them.

The bite hadn't been enough to fully slice through flesh, like the one on his neck, but the area didn't usually see such harsh treatment. Paired with the time he spent sewing his own flesh back together leaving him more drained, Mahito had given up on fighting Kenjaku. If he didn't fight, this would likely be better for him.

Kenjaku's hand stilled at the base of Mahito's cock, eyes drawn to the tear drops of blood sliding down the pale expanse of his thighs. Realizing in this moment that Mahito had merely been using all of his energy to heal rather than alter the shape of his soul to keep himself away from his touch was an invigorating revelation. A behavior that needed to be rewarded.

Lowering his head, Kenjaku kissed the weeping tip of Mahito's cock. Another whine from the fragile curse above him pushed him to suck gently at the head before slowly taking more into his mouth.

Mahito's mind was clouded, the soreness in his body was greatly overshadowed by the warmth of Kenjaku on his cock. This wasn't something they had done before, he realized as he stared down into the man's eyes. All their previous interactions had been based in parts of their plan, even if Mahito himself didn't quite understand.

The way Kenjaku looked at him, the sensation on his cock, it was all too much, but he couldn't look away. The raw unfiltered lust in Kenjaku's eyes burned a hole into him. Nothing he had read or experienced before could have prepared him for this.

Kenjaku's lips met his own fingers at the base of Mahito's cock as he continued sucking. Steadily Kenjaku pulled back, lavishing the head with more attention before letting the length into his awaiting throat again.

The slow, steady pace Kenjaku moved at was erotic and torturous for the curse. It felt so good, almost too good but Mahito needed more, this teasing was too much for him.

Bringing his own hand up, Mahito covered his own mouth, unable to stop the moans Kenjaku was pulling from him with each press of his lips to the base of Mahito's cock. He wasn't afraid of drawing attention to them, He just didn't want Kenjaku to remove his mouth to scold him for being too loud.

Sucking more harshly Kenjaku felt challenged to pull more sounds from Mahito. His earlier remark was simple teasing, he loved to see just how worked up he could get the curse.

Removing his hand from Mahito's cock, Kenjaku slipped it down and under the curse. He manipulated Mahito's hips just enough so the curse's back was arched even further. His shoulders were still against the wall, but now his ass was almost completely exposed to Kenjaku.

Kenjaku bobbed his head faster to keep him focused while he kneaded the plump flesh of Mahito's ass. He could feel Mahito tremble as he sucked and massaged him. The whines and choked moans the curse couldn't keep down were more than enough to spur Kenjaku on.

Using two fingers, Kenjaku went from kneading to rubbing Mahito's hole directly. Mahito's cock twitched in his mouth at the sensation. Kenjaku looked up and into Mahito's eyes again before he slipped one of the fingers inside the curse. Since Mahito didn't need any kind of preparation, the motion was smooth and only caused more pleasure to course through his already overstimulated body. The slow thrusts pushed Mahito closer to the edge.

Suddenly, both Mahito's hands flew down into Kenjaku's hair, they tangled in the long dark hair. His grip tightened holding Kenjaku's head still as he fucked up into his mouth.

Unaffected, Kenjaku allowed Mahito to use his mouth for pleasure. He sucked as much as he could with the curses quick thrusts while also continuing to fuck his fingers into Mahito's ass. Matching the pace of his thrusts, Kenjaku could feel Mahito throbbing in his mouth again and tensing around his fingers.

Mahito's loud unfiltered moans echoed around them, his eyes rolling back as pleasure overtook his body. A few more rough thrusts into Kenjaku's mouth before he came, spilling down his throat. Kenjaku tried to swallow everything Mahito gave him before lifting himself up and off of Mahito's cock.

Kenjaku leaned up, pressing his lips to Mahito's cheek. He could feel Mahito tremble even more after release, the weariness even more evident in his every move.

Instead of taking things further, Kenjaku stood up to his full height. Undoing the buttons on his coat far enough to reach inside, he pulled out a shirt, one of Mahito's, and dropped it down onto the curse's heaving chest.

"I actually brought you clothes this time, something told me you'd need them. Come on, I wasn't kidding about getting you to those hot springs. I'll only carry you part of the way, we have to get out of the city first," Kenjaku said, back to impatiently giving orders to the curse. He'd get his release later, this was about rewarding Mahito's growth more than satiating his own interest in the curse.

At least, that's what he told himself as he watched Mahito struggle to slip into the shirt before looking up at him pleadingly.

#getomahi #mahigeto #kenjaku #mahito #mahito x kenjaku #jjk smut #kenjaku smut #mahito smut

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vodger · 3 months

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Valentines (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Fluff. Literally just fluff.

I have never crossposted my fanfiction onto tumblr, but I figure in spirit of Valentine’s Day I may as well share it here too. Posted under the same title on AO3. Anyway, just some Valentine's Day fluff for the other 5 other Kenjaku/Mahito enjoyers out there. 💌

Dagon rolled with the ebb and flow of the current. He would submerge into the water now and again—as he always did. Any sound he may have made was drowned out by the lapping of the waves against the shore.

Kenjaku, too, was left to his devices and lounged in one of the lawnchairs, reading a magazine without a care.

There was nothing in particular going on that day. Most of them had been out for the majority of the day, with the exception of Kenkaju and Dagon. Mahito had returned not long ago. Surprisingly, he hadn’t said hello, and instead quietly went and sat down on the sand not far from Kenjaku, facing toward the sea.

While always pleasant, the beach inside Horizon of The Captivating Skandha proved to be all the more rewarding during the winter. It was mid February, after all. Not that the colder weather made any difference to Mahito, weather elements hardly mattered to him–or to any of the other curses, really. But the sun always felt good.

Mahito lifted fistfuls of warm sand and watched it slip through his fingers.

“Geto, what’s Valentine’s Day?” He asked suddenly. “Hearing about that around?” He didn’t look up from his magazine. Mahito nodded but Kenjaku hadn’t seen it. “There’s a lot of people giving gifts. Treats. People seem happy,” Mahito said. “It vexes you, I’m sure.” “It does.”

Kenjaku lifted his head. “It’s when women give chocolates to the man they love.” “Oooh.” “And men reciprocate this on White Day.” “When’s that?” “A month later.”

Mahito mumbled meekly in thought. There was a moment’s peace before he shot up and twirled around.

“How ‘bout we do that?” He gleamed, lacing his hands together and teetering forward. “I’ll give you those chocolates.” “I didn’t think you’d want in on the fun.” Kenjaku replied casually. “Let’s do it.” Mahito urged. Kenjaku hummed sweetly, as if to consider it for a moment. “No.” Mahito’s hands fell and his posture drooped. “Why not?” He simply didn’t want to, but he didn’t say that. “Why would you like to celebrate a human holiday?” He proposed instead. “You’re not my keeper.” Mahito immediately deflected sullenly. Kenjaku snickered quietly enough that he couldn’t have heard.

Silence once again settled before it was again disrupted by Mahito. “Do you like chocolate?” “I do.” “Then I’ll get them for you.” “You needn’t.” Kenjaku didn’t need to see him to know he would have looked frustrated. Regardless, he stopped and peered at the curse, amused and satisfied. He looked back down and continued reading without so much as a word. Mahito watched him disappointedly before he spun back away from him and sank to the ground. He seemed to pout for a minute, hunched over. Then Kenjaku heard him hurl—sounding wet and vile like it usually did. Then he was fiddling something in his hands. Kenjaku could only wait in dreadful anticipation as to what kind of thing he was sculpting. He was working at it for a good while, which had at least allowed him to finish most of the magazine, skimming through all of the uninteresting bits. The distant fleshy and crackling sounds of Mahito’s construction finally came to a halt and Kenjaku listened to the kicking of sand as he approached and finally looked up as a shadow casted over him.

He extended a grotesque display of flowers in his hand.

“As a token of our—” he paused and his eyes wandered to the side in thought. “Companionship.” He fixed his eyes back at Kenjaku and lightly shook the bouquet, beckoning him to take it. He accepted it and admired it with a gentle expression, but Mahito couldn’t tell if he was pleased or unimpressed. Though they were fleshy and slightly deformed, he could recognize the flower he tried to imitate. “Tsubaki?” He asked. Mahito nodded. “Do you like them?” he chimed. Kenjaku smiled smugly. “I suppose they are in season.” Mahito scrunched his nose in a slight glower.

Some of them bore a mouth on one of its pedals—they gasped and wheezed quietly. Kenjaku assumed he’d given them mouths to keep them alive. One of them had an eyeball right in the center where the pedals came together. It had no eyelids and was bloodshot. It darted around before pinning its gaze onto him. Even with it lacking a face entirely, he could see its anguish.

They were well crafted, he could admit. Though a little misshapen. He rotated the flowers in his hand for another moment in careful consideration. “I like them.” He finally answered. Mahito gave a small and hushed giggle. Kenjaku turned and gently placed the bouquet of flesh and bone onto the sand just beside the chair. “Aw,” Mahito whined. “You’re not gonna hold it?” Kenjaku sighed pleasantly in response and settled back.

Mahito briefly hesitated before he leapt onto the lawn chair, plopping right down on Kenjaku's thighs. The whole chair was jostled by it and Kenjaku tried his best to mask his irritation, but his shoulders sank with a heavy sigh nonetheless. Mahito timidly wriggled further up his lap and leaned forward.

“Kiss me.” “No.” “So cold! Even after that lovely gift I made you?”

There was a pause.

“You think I owe you a kiss for it?” “Is that not how it works?” He gawked at him, his eyes innocently darted about, taking in every part of Kenjaku’s face before meeting with his eyes again. Kenjaku only smiled back with that oddly serene and somehow demeaning grin of his. With no further reaction, Mahito lifted his hand and tapped his lips with his finger. “On the mouth,” he instructed. “Choosy.” They sat quietly before Mahito leaned in closer–uncomfortably close. Their noses almost touched. Almost. It stayed this way for a bit. Mahito eyed him expectantly and eagerly. Kenjaku stared unflinchingly at the curse directly in front of him which breathed against his skin.

Mahito tilted his head and slided forward ever-so-slightly. Kenjaku remained rigid before Mahito finally closed the sliver of distance between them.

Naturally, he wasn’t a good kisser, but Kenjaku nevertheless reciprocated. It was short, but alarmingly gentle and tender. Kenjaku softly broke away and Mahito moved in to try once more but he only calmly retreated further from him. Mahito eyed him, disappointed and flippant. He leaned back and seated himself back on Kenjaku’s legs, unsatiated. “All I’m gonna get?” “Yup.”

Huffy, he hopped off from his lap. Now free, Kenjaku rested his hands across his stomach and crossed his legs. Mahito took the lounge chair just next to him and laid across it, turning his back to him. He peered over his shoulder. “I’m looking forward to White Day,” he said. “You better get something nice for me.” “Of course,” he lied. Naturally, he wasn’t going to. But Mahito isn’t one to forget about these things, either.

#kanjaku #mahito #getomahi #mahigeto #kenhito #kenjaku x mahito #mahito x kenjaku #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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cursedvibes · 2 years

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The german voice actors for Mahito and Kenjaku sound like they had a lot of fun while recording. Love how they bring this new...intimacy? to the relationship of the characters. They are even gayer than in the Japanese dub. In ep 11 they honestly sound like they are seconds away from making out

#jujutsu kaisen #mahito #kenjaku #mahigeto #usually the german dub is horrible so this was a nice surprise #there is so much teasing going on between the two it's incredible

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queenofcringe · 3 years

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Credit to the artist: sui__700

#jujutsu kaisen #male mahito x female geto #mahigeto #getou suguru #beautiful

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jurassicass · 2 years

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Self-embodiment of perfect

#my art #digital art #art #fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen art #mahito jujutsu kaisen #mahito #geto suguru #kenjaku #mahigeto #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #toji fushiguro #nanami kento

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gayrep · 2 years

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I want to be mysta again. You know the drill.

mahigeto -> mystarias

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karama08 · 3 years

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i love ur mahigeto art 😭😭 do you have twitter so i can follow you?

Thank you ! I do have. Here it is :https://twitter.com/Karama081

Mainly do Kenjaku center arts recently.

I will post my silm stuff to tumblr so if you don't like anime you really don't need to follow my twi.

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pebblish · 2 years

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y'all this mahigeto update is KICKING MY ASSSS

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vampirically · 2 years

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sorry for making mahito cuter every time i draw him, i just can't help myself...

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#mahito #geto suguru #kenjaku #jujutsu kaisen #getomahi #mahigeto #jjk meme #jjk spoilers #redraw #fake geto #pseudo geto #🧠🐰#artxel

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kenjakusbrainstem · 10 months

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Summer Love (Mahito x Kenjaku)

Hi! Easily this is one of the shortest little things I've written in ages. Another prompt for Mahito Month. I've been working on a lot of them just a day at a time so it doesn't surprise me too much that some aren't as long. I still think they're good though, with all the sfw stuff though it does make me want to get back to the smut soon. Next week! Til then, rb and comment with your thoughts <3

Humans were something that Mahito took great interest in. He enjoyed reading about them, watching them, and experimenting with them regularly and often he used this information to compare them with curses. He had yet to find, in his opinion, any real way that humans were better than curses. It did strike him a little, finding similarities between them, though he supposed Jogo must have been right when he said curses were just the natural evolution to humans.

As part of Mahito’s people watching he occasionally found himself at a small park near the building that the curses used to house their hideout. As much as he enjoyed being at the artificial beach, he sometimes needed a break from Jogo’s temperamental nature. Today was one of those days.

Mahito had found himself perched atop a large metal contraption that seemed like a crumpled up building. He vaguely remembered Geto telling him that it was a ‘jungle gym,’ though there wasn’t anything quite jungle about it. As the curse sat he noticed that amongst all the families and kids playing, was a person just handing out flyers. Almost all of the families had taken one, which made Mahito curious. What kind of secrets did this person have?

Jumping down off of the jungle gym, Mahito headed over toward the woman. She didn’t seem to notice him at all, so there wasn’t anything special about her.

Fortunately she was so occupied by the family she was speaking to that she didn’t notice Mahito slipping a paper from the stack she carried with her. Walking over to a shaded area he sat down to read the paper.

FIREWORKS! Covered the top of the flyer, which definitely interested Mahito. Tomorrow night there would be fireworks at this park, he’d read about them before and been curious so he was already set on trying to go see them. Maybe Geto would know the best way to watch the fireworks, as he didn’t particularly want to just be in some crowded place with humans all around if his goal wasn’t to watch them.

The sun was close to setting as Mahito made his way back to the park he had visited the previous day, however, this time he was not alone. Geto walked next to him, leading the way as he tended to do whenever they went anywhere together.

It didn’t take much convincing on Mahito’s part to get Geto to come along with him, the man seemed interested as soon as Mahito brought it up. He even offered to take the curse to a special spot to watch the fireworks that he promised would likely have the least humans as possible.

They turned suddenly, right before the park and headed up an outdoor staircase cut into the side of a larger than normal looking hill. It didn’t take them very long to reach the top but the night was fast approaching around them. Geto ushered Mahito over to a cliff-like edge of the hill, where they both sat down near a bush.

The view was amazing, overlooking the park and the surrounding city along with the spillway that led to Mahito’s own hideout. It was a sight Mahito hadn’t seen before, so he appreciated being shown.

“Now we wait, it shouldn’t be much longer now,” Geto said quietly, not wanting to speak too loudly when he knew his companion couldn’t be seen by the few couples that chose this spot as well.

Mahito looked around impatiently, he really wanted to see the fireworks. As he looked around though he noticed that the only people that had also chosen this hill to watch were couples, he supposed that wasn’t abnormal, but he was curious.

“Geto why aren’t there many people here? Are humans so stupid that they don’t understand when they’ve created a view as nice as this one?” Mahito asked, as if it had to be some reason like that. He was glad there wasn’t much of a crowd, but it was odd to him.

Geto laughed to himself softly, the curse was more perceptive than he gave him credit for.

“Fireworks are for everyone, yes, but secluded places like this are where couples come to enjoy the show together, a nice date for summer lovers. A place to sneak away from prying eyes around them to have a moment together,” Geto explained, a small smile on his face as he spoke. His eyes no longer fixed on the skyline waiting for the fireworks but settled on the patchwork curse next to him.

Once again Mahito had found himself on a date with Geto. For a moment Mahito thought he should have been annoyed by the prospect, but he did enjoy Geto and while they weren’t a human couple, they were lovers. Though he supposed this time it was him who invited the man out instead of the other way around. The thought was amusing to him in a way, a curse and a human man on a date, hidden amongst the other human couples.

Mahito met Geto’s eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud popping sound in front of them. The fireworks had started, Mahito quickly turned his attention away from the smiling man next to him and looked out over the park.

After a few more seconds he watched as streaks of light filled they sky, popping and cracking in shimmering displays of color. It was much different than he had expected, no real fire, and yet the sight did have the curses full attention.

He was so distracted by the sight that he failed to notice Geto hadn’t taken his eyes off of him. Instead of watching the display directly, the man had chosen to take in the colors as they reflected off of Mahito’s patchwork face. Shining against the look of wonder on the cursed face.

What a beautiful sight, the two of them simultaneously thought.

#kenjaku #mahito #mahito month #getomahi #mahigeto #jjk fanfic

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