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On an abnormally warm April morning in 2006, you find yourself waking up drenched in sweat in your Kamurocho apartment. Gasping for air, you realize that the thermostat is not just malfunctioning – it refuses to operate at all. The ceiling fan is also seemingly kaput until you realize that your power is out in the apartment.
“Dammit, I could've sworn I paid that electric bill to that old hag that runs this place. What the fuck do I have to do to get comfortable around here?” you groan to yourself as you fumble for your clothes. After deciding on a pair of lightweight gray sweats and a t-shirt, you grab your keys and head to the landlady's apartment. When you get downstairs, you notice two burly men harassing your landlady over some “protection money,” and it dawns on you that she is just a cover for the yakuza.
“I thought the Tojo were kept under after December, for cryin' out loud. It shouldn't be that bad over here,” you thought as you carefully inched away from the apartment, hoping to not get into view and get into any confrontation. “I mean, I could be like the Kiryu Kazuma, but I dunno. I kinda like just keeping my job at Kanrai for the time being and not dying, but –” your footing slipped on a recently mopped floor and caused the two pushers to march your way.
“Hey, let's fuck 'im up and teach 'im a lesson in respectin' our turf!” threatens one of the mooks.
“Kansai?! Don't tell me it's the fuckin' Majima Family behind this!” you panic as you try to scramble to your feet and make a dash towards the nearest fire escape. “I don't wanna lose my nuts over this! He's fuckin' insane!” As you get down the fire escape and into the back lot, the adrenaline had blinded you to your surroundings, and you find yourself bumping into Majima Goro himself, devilishly grinning at your flustered state.
“Oh, look what we have here – running away from your girlfri— oh, no wait, your boyfriend?” insinuated Majima as he grabbed you by your tee. “You reek of cheap beer, sweat, and familial disappointment, ya bastard.”
“H-hey! I didn't do anything! Just let me go!”
“Boss!” cried one of the pushers on his way towards Majima. “That lil' fucker was threatenin' to take our share of the protection monies from this apartment! We chased him down because he might know somethin'!”
“Wait, NO! NO, NO, NO, NO! I did NOTHING!” you protest, squirming underneath Majima's grip. “I was just trying to get back to my apartment, and –”
“Oh, so you fuckin' live here, too? Ain't it a shithole?” Majima's grip loosened to hold you close to him by your shoulder instead. His nearly 6'2” stature was more intimidating when he stood up straight. “What a fucking hypocrite. He smells like yesterday garbage doused in cigs and – fuck me sideways, is that a citrus cologne he's drenched himself in? It smells so nice, but not like thi—”
“Oi, you soft bastard, I know when you're observin' a little too much,” said Majima as he glared at you. “My boys would never lie to me, so if you were thinkin' about stealin' back your rent money, you got another think comin'.”
“Oh, fuck, Ma-ma-majima-san,” you stammered as you see him unsheath his tanto and point it underneath your chin. “It wasn't like that! I legit just wanted to get back to my room and never think of anything else! I don't want any trouble! Let me live for my menial paycheck and minute fulfillment from my anime collection! If anything, let me live to see Ki—”
“Oi, what's going on here, Majima-no-nii-san?” boomed a velvety voice from afar.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't the Fourth Chairman himself. It's been quite some time, Kiryu-chan!”
“Majima,” Kiryu addressed as he walked up towards them, “you know I'm just a civilian now, but I can't stand by and watch you harass other civilians for no reason.”
“Now, now, it was just a lil' intimidation; y'know we gotta keep these fuckers in line,” slyly grinned Majima as he loosened his grip on you. “I actually believe this punk, because there's no way he'd ever –” Majima's statement was interrupted with a fast punch to the face, with his goons rushing to aid him.
“Boss! Boss! You alright?!”
“Never better! I've been longin' for your touch, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said as he cheekily smirked and bounced right back up. “Now, when can we get back to fightin'? You know I miss ya.”
Kiryu grimaced at the thought of wrestling with the sewer goblin. “How about you leave this civilian alone and educate your men on how to properly ask for 'protection' money, or I'll report your tax fraud to the government, and you can forget about having Majima Construction be anything legit?”
“Oi, what the fuckin' hell, Kiryu?” snarled Majima. “Leave the business outta this and you got a deal. I'm workin' on gettin' boys like you some legit work, ya hear? People need a place to go after they get outta the clink, and we both know that the real yakuza work ain't for everybody!”
“Still got a soft heart, I see,” Kiryu warmly smirked. “Leave the old lady alone, tell her she can turn on her utilities, and teach your boys to be a little more gentle on lads like this one and the elderly, okay?”
“Tch, whatever. See ya around, Kiryu-chan!” Majima waved as he walked away. “Hey, meatheads! That's your cue to follow me,” he bellowed as his men stumbled and followed suit.
You stare in awe at Kiryu's diplomatic display of neutralizing the situation and begin to feel more at ease. “Ki-kiryu-san, thank you so much for saving me from that awful situation! I didn't know what I'd do.”
“Hey, it's no problem. Sometimes, those in the yakuza have no real respect for civilians making the best of their situations, and meatheads like them just think they can muscle in like they really own shit.” He found himself chuckling at the situation, “And to think I used to own all of this nearly 20 years ago.”
“Wait, what?”
“It's nothing for you to worry about. Oh, it looks like Majima accidentally nicked you,” Kiryu noticed as he dug out his handkerchief and tenderly wiped your chin. He lifted up your neck to examine for any more cuts, and you could feel your heart race with excitement by being so close to him. “Oh damn, he smells so nice. Fresh out of the shower, slightly sweaty from running down to save me, of all people, and his cologne is easy on the nose with hints of... rosewater? Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Sorry for getting all up and personal like this. If Majima did any more damage to you, I'd I've to drag him under the Dotonbori bridge.”
“I-it's no problem! That cologne sure is nice, by the way. Did your girlfriend get it for you?”
“Ha, no,” he smiled. “Haruka got this for me, and she means the world to me. Even at nine, she has pretty good taste.”
“O-oh! That's nice of her,” you gently smile until you notice that Kiryu's handkerchief is smeared with your blood. “Holy crap, I'm so sorry to inconvenience you like this! I'll give you a replacement from my apartment in just a quick minute.” You attempt to make a beeline for the main door until Kiryu's hand clamps on your shoulder.
“Listen, you don't have to make a big deal out of it. Just stay out of trouble around here and get out while you can, okay?” His tender brown eyes evoked a sense of sadness as he spoke. “I have a feeling that things are only going to get worse from here, and I don't want to see good people like you hurt. Just keep the handkerchief.”
As you received the handkerchief, you somberly replied in kind, “I'll be sure to do that, Kiryu-san. Meanwhile, if you ever find yourself at Kanrai at night, just mention me, and I'll hook you up with a half off meal for saving my life. I just became the sous chef there a week ago, and I've been trusted with the night shift.”
“Well, I still have a few things to try over there, so I'll be sure to stop by soon. Take care!”
As he walked away, you shouted, “By the way my name is –” but with a horn honking off in the distance, you were unsure as to whether or not he really heard you. “Well, at least he knows where and when I work, so that's a plus. Might as well go back up and make the most of my day.”
Upon re-entering your apartment, you feel the gentle breeze of ceiling fan going, and the room itself is cooling back down after the power had been off for a while. “Jeez, I gotta get a better place soon enough,” you muttered to yourself as you peeled out of your clothes and decided to hop in your shower. After a quick scrub and rinse, you debate going back out or going back to sleep for work later on. “After something that harrowing, a little bit of rest would do me some good, and maybe...” Your thoughts trail off as you examine the handkerchief Kiryu left for you. The bloodstain was smaller than you realize – it could easily come out with a bit of baking soda and elbow grease. Out of curiosity, you took a wiff and instantly relaxed to the menagerie of scents – sandalwood was the most prominent, followed by a citrus note similar to Majima's cologne, then a bit of the rosewater cologne he wore today, and the faint smell of top self cigarettes, having just enough tobacco to count.
“Woah, there, lil' guy,” you spoke to your junk. “I'm gonna need you to calm down as I head to bed. Can't miss work this soon for a jack off session today. I can still just sleep as I please, tho.” You ripped the towel off of you, exposing your bare body, and hopped into the bed, ready to drift off to sweet dreams after a harrowing experience.
“Thank you for dinner today,” Kiryu said as he gently wiped off his face from the Korean barbecue dinner you prepared for him. His eyes glistened with joy from enjoying such a wonderful meal in the comfort of your own apartment, and yet he wanted more. You could tell he wanted you, but you were so unsure that you stammered thanks as he got up and leaned over you.
“I've been waiting a long time to have you in my arms, and for more. Shall we go further?”
“Only if you really want to have me,” you reply, face becoming flushed as you feel your erection swelling in your pants. “Let's go to the bedroom and –”
Kiryu tenderly plants a kiss on your lips and begins to move his hands around your body, gently lifting up your shirt. “We can start here and finish there.”
“S-sure,” you reply and kiss him back, unbuckling his belt and untucking his deep red shirt. Your hands feel up his rock-hard abdomen and chest, and as you tease his nipples, he elicits a moan of delight that shakes you at your core. He unbuttons your own pants, and teases your aching erection in kind. After some moments of caressing one another over your boxers, the two of you motion to go to the bedroom to finish the deed.
Kiryu removes his shirt on his own accord and discards his pants and shoes to a corner of your bedroom, his cock peeking through his boxers, enticing you further. As you discard your own clothing, boxers included, he beckons you closer to him, dancing his tongue around yours in a waltz of euphoria. As he moans your name, he takes your hand to gingerly stroke his thick, uncut 7-inch cock. “We... We don't have to go all the way in, you know,” he said as he stared into your eyes. “It's fine if we just stay like this all night.”
“But, I want to feel you closer, so let's just curl up like this,” you suggest as Kiryu leans in closer to you, his sandalwood cologne driving you wild with anticipation, “and just hold each other tight.” Your body moves in closer to his, cocks touching each other, causing you both to gasp in delight over the new sensation. Kiryu's hips move in a subtle, tender rhythm, and he enjoys seeing the pure bliss on your face as you enjoy his dick massaging yours.
“Please, give me more, Kiryu-san. I've wanted you for so long, and now... now –”
“Say no more,” he replies, kissing you behind your ear as he runs one hand through your hair and the other across your chest and groin. He then whispers in your hear, “Just enjoy the touch tonight and we can go deeper later.”
Your moans fill the room as he continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and massage both of your cocks together. You reach your hand down to assist him, and wind up holding his hand to increase the rhythm. Your breathing becomes more shallow and erratic as you near your climax, and with a final moan of his name, you release your seed onto Kiryu's chest, embarrassed you came so soon.
“I-oh jeez, I can't believe I just –”
He let out a warm chuckle before continuing, “It's no problem whatsoever.” He stood up to go wipe himself off, until you stopped him in his tracks and ran your fingers up his abs to clean off your mess yourself. He then took your hand and licked the sticky evidence off.
“I can finish this myself,” you suggest as you brace yourself and bend over to suck the cherry-red head peeking through the foreskin. The extra stimulation caught Kiryu off guard and a moan escaped his lips as his knees began to buckle under the pleasure of your tongue work. Just as you were beginning to take in the entirety of his shaft and enjoy the musk of his groin, he moans your name in bliss and shoots his load within your mouth. The unexpected release from him makes you ejaculate once more onto the floor before you rise up to meet Kiryu face-to-face. He gently holds your face by your chin and goes in for one final kiss...
“AAAAAH!” You wake up, startled and thinking you overslept, when you woke up just 30 minutes before your alarm was set to go off for work. As you roll over, you inspect a sticky puddle on your bed from were you experienced your wet dream about Kiryu. “Oh, fuck, I just washed these sheets yesterday! Dammit.” After taking the extra time to strip your bed again and wash up one more time, you head on to Kanrai to work the night shift.
“Well, lookie here, the new sous chef is here on time! Now that you have more responsibility, it doesn't take much for you to want to show up on time, huh?” one of your coworkers jokingly asked as you made it to the kitchen. “Looks like it'll be a good night for some customers.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just make sure you keep everything on lock for the butchering, Inoue, and we won't have any problems,” you say as you get your apron ready for the evening and check current orders.
“Hey, chef,” one of the bright-eyed servers called out for you just as the evening shift began. “There's a tough-looking guy out there that specifically asked for you, sayin' you'd get him a discount or something.”
“Eh? What's he wearing?”
“A dark white suit? Gray maybe? Red shirt?”
Your heart begins accelerating at a million miles an hour, hoping that it would be him, and upon your entrance to the dining hall, a familiar buttery voice greets you with, “Well, what'll be tonight, chef?”
“If I had my way, I'd have you for dinner,” you thought before replying with a bow, “Whatever you wish to have, Kiryu Kazuma. You're a valued guest for us tonight.”