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Majima liked to fight.
It felt good to throw his weight behind curled leather fists. He savored the intimate brutality- flesh to flesh contact separated only by the layer of his gloves. He would transform himself into nothing more than a tool to bludgeon, weave, jab, sidestep, and strike. He’d connect with a face, or maybe a gut, and his stinging knuckles found their next target.
Majima liked the way his bat crunched against skulls. He twirled it with the grace of a flag bearer, round and round and round in a mesmerising blur, tightened his grip, and sent the momentum flying with a beautiful, sickening crack. The neon lights of the city flickered at the edges of his vision like stadium lights, and he could hear the crowd in the stands cheering, screaming- home run!
Majima liked to dance- whirling, kicking, and swiping at crumpling legs that would soon send their owners crashing into concrete. Grounded on the flat of his hand, he twisted and struck, steel toe connecting with a jaw, and onto the next. He’d hum 24-hour Cinderella in the brief lulls between blows and bounce on the balls of his feet before diving down once more, spinning and wheeling to the flurry of the beat in his head.
He knew Kiryu felt it, too. Majima knew the glint in Kiryu’s eyes, betraying an inferno that he kept schooled under knitted brows and a stony face. Majima saw it when Kiryu would lean forward onto his knees, paying rapt attention to the muscled bodies of martial arts masters and irredeemable felons slamming into each other with deadly force, to the approving roar of a bloodthirsty crowd. Kiryu’s eyes would widen, and his gaze would intensify, as if observing and drinking in the most sublime beauty in the world. Kiryu’s fingers would twitch instinctively into fists, and Majima saw the familiar, exhilarating, pounding compulsion wrenching its way through his body.
But nothing ever compared to actually fighting Kiryu. Majima liked to fight, but he loved to fight Kiryu. The high that coursed through him was stronger than any drug peddled in the darkest corners of Kamurocho. He was addicted.
And so, Majima lowered himself close to Kamurocho Hills' dusty ground and slipped his tanto into his palm. He watched intently as Kiryu raised his fists, cracked his neck, and squared his posture, the embers of that flame beginning to spark in those unfairly pretty eyes.
With a yowl of delight, Majima lunged. His blade sang through the air, claiming a thin rivulet of blood as Kiryu sidestepped and threw his elbow into Majima’s back, who staggered forward with a wheeze. Teeth bared, Majima whirled back around to face his opponent, who coolly wiped the trickle of blood gracing his cheek with the back of his hand. Majima felt his mouth water. He licked his teeth.
He wanted more.
A fist flew at his face, and Majima barely had time to dodge, taking the opportunity to swing his blade in a large arc that caught Kiryu across the chest. Majima plunged his knife toward Kiryu's gut. Before the tip of the blade had the chance to pierce his skin, Kiryu dropped into a near-kneel and swung a heavy fist forward into Majima's solar plexus. Majima's breath rushed out of him wholly, leaving him gasping on the ground as his vision blurred. Now that was a move! A giddy cackle painfully forced its way out of his throat. Kiryu's shoe crashed down next to Majima's head in a would-be curb stomp, had Majima not rolled over in the beat before it fell.
Quick as lightning, Majima struck out a long leg and swept it at Kiryu's shins, knocking him off balance. In the same movement, Majima righted himself and plunged his tanto deep between Kiryu's shoulder blades. Kiryu collapsed with a grunt as Majima withdrew the blade, now covered to the hilt in a beautiful scarlet sheen that sent Majima's heart racing ever-faster.
Blood had gotten on Majima's gloves, glistening wetly. Kiryu's blood. A pulse of arousal shot through him like a bullet, and he briefly wondered how Kiryu's mouth would look with blood-slicked leather fingers shoved into it.
Then a mountain bike came crashing down onto his head. Majima blamed his sluggish reaction time on the fact that all his blood had fled his brain and migrated down south. Blinking away the darkness that swam in his vision, Majima rolled onto his back and lay spread eagle, defeated. Kiryu stood above, shoulders heaving, clutching at the oozing exit wound where Majima's knife had pierced right through him. Kiryu staggered forward, stubbornly remaining standing, and extended a shiny red hand toward Majima. Ever the gentleman, that Kiryu-chan.
With a huff of amusement, Majima grasped Kiryu's hand. Spots danced in his vision as he stood - definitely concussed, he thought absently - and he blinked a bleary eye at their conjoined hands. With a half formed thought kicking around in Majima's head, he raised Kiryu's hand to his lips, kissed his bruised knuckles, and licked a long stripe over his bloodied fingers.
"Majima-- Majima-no-niisan!"
"Kiryu-chan," Majima responded woozily, grinning wide, well-aware of the effect that the blood now smeared on his teeth would have on his manic expression. "That was a good fuckin' fight."
Kiryu's eyes darted rapidly from his hand to Majima's mouth, to his eye, and back again to his mouth. A sound halfway between a creaking grunt and a groan escaped him, and he swayed forward on wobbly legs.
"Hey, hey! Ya can't collapse now, that ain't a real win!" Majima said, bracing Kiryu's shoulders and steadying him, despite the persistent throbbing in his head. Hm. Was the world always this tilted? "First things first, let's get ya patched up. You're gushin' like a damn faucet. Ya got medicine?"
Wordlessly, Kiryu patted his jacket pocket. Majima poked a finger in and took a peek. It was stuffed with as many Staminan Royales as it could possibly hold. Ah, so that's where they came from. Easy access to chug in the middle of a fight, he supposed.
"Good boy!" Majima crowed, and he clapped his hands together. "You'll be feelin' right as rain in no time."
Sure enough, a couple of medical grade bandages and a dose of medicine so large it was probably toxic (it was fine, Kiryu-chan's a big guy!) later, the two men slouched lazily against a rust-streaked shipping container. Fortunately, Majima's world had stopped tilting and splitting into doubles, since Kiryu had so generously offered Majima a bottle of Staminan from his frankly excessive stash.
"Ahhh," Majima sighed into his cigarette. He extended the pack to his companion, who readily accepted a smoke of his own. "I would kill for some grub. Kiryu-chan, you wanna go anywh-"
"Why'd you lick my hand?"
"Eh?"
Kiryu lowered his head, but Majima could still see the scrunch of his brow. Not that he needed to see it to know it was there, anyway.
"My hand. It was covered in blood and you licked it. Why?"
Majima shrugged. "You tell me, Kiryu-chan! Maybe I was hungry!" Majima shot him a grin, all teeth. Kiryu lifted his head to squint at Majima, and somehow his eyebrows drew even closer together.
"So you were just messing with me. Is that it?" Kiryu asked flatly.
"Uh, yeah." Mostly. "Don't tell me that's where you're drawin' the line. I've done way weirder shit to ya, haven't I?"
"I guess so. But you seemed especially… excited." Kiryu not-so-subtly glanced down at the tight leather which, combined with Majima's proclivity for freeballing, often did a poor job of hiding whenever he was turned on. Majima threw back his head and cackled.
"What, surprised I popped a boner because of a fight with ya? Come on, Kiryu-chan. This ain't the first time. Hell, it ain't the first time for you either." He stubbed out his cigarette on the hard-packed earth.
Kiryu pursed his lips tightly. "Hm."
"Aaaaanyway," Majima said, letting his head fall back against the hollow metal with a dull thunk and closing his eye. "Food. I'm thinkin' that one Korean place, y'know the one. Smells delicious, brings in celebs like a fly trap?"
The sunlight filtering through Majima's eyelid was suddenly overtaken by shadow. When he opened his eye, his vision was almost completely obstructed by Kiryu's face, only a few centimeters away. Majima could smell the tobacco on his breath. Kiryu still wore that expression that meant he was thinking hard (Majima was an expert on the subtleties of Kiryu scowls by now - one of the many benefits earned from watching him constantly).
"Ooooh, Kiryu-chan, you flirt! Itchin' to get up close and personal, I see!" Majima jeered. Kiryu's jaw twitched, and Majima watched as he swiped his thumb over the thin trickle of blood from the cut on his cheek. Huh. Majima could've sworn it had stopped bleeding by now.
Kiryu pushed his thumb against Majima's lips.
Ah.
Imperceptibly, Majima parted his lips, allowing the metallic tang to wet his mouth. Heat rushed to his face, and an involuntary moan tumbled out of him. A small jolt of interest jumped to his crotch. At this, a light seemed to go off in Kiryu's eyes and he pulled back, satisfied.
"...I knew it," he said with a matter-of-fact nod. "You're into blood."
Majima's jaw gaped like a fish. Was he- no, despite "little Majima"'s twitch, he was still well-within normal standards of flaccid. "Eh?"
"I was wondering why you got so sloppy after you stabbed me. At first I thought it was because you thought you won, since that kind of injury usually does me in. But that wasn't it," Kiryu thoughtfully lifted a hand to his chin. "You should've seen me get up. You definitely should've seen me coming at you with the bike."
Majima snapped his mouth shut. "So…"
"So you were clearly distracted by something. I couldn't really tell by what at first, because, uh… Like you said. Getting… hard-" Kiryu rushed over the word, "-is normal. For us, when we fight. Then you licked my hand and got that look again. That's when I knew. If it wasn't for everything else, I probably would've believed you were just messing with me like normal."
Majima stared. He knew Kiryu had his moments of insight, but he hadn't expected him to actually piece together his blood fetish of all things- actually, scratch that. He'd heard all about Kiryu's encounters with dominatrixes and diaper-wearing yakuza and the like. Maybe he'd developed a sense for this stuff. Majima sighed and draped his arms over his knees.
"Alright, ya caught me. So what?"
Kiryu opened and closed his mouth, seemingly lost. He hadn't seriously pursued this whole chain of reasoning purely out of curiosity and the prospect of solving something… had he?
"Um," Kiryu said. Sensing hesitation, Majima pounced on the opportunity to regain control. Curling his lips into a coy smile and widening his eye to show off its white, he picked up his tanto with a twirling flourish and positioned the point beneath Kiryu's chin, not once breaking eye contact. Kiryu tensed and tightened his fists by instinct, before relaxing them and staying perfectly still. He knew Majima wasn't picking another fight this time, and Kiryu always had the best manners around his yakuza seniors (except, apparently, when the stakes were at their highest). "Niisan?" he said carefully.
"I can't help it, Kiryu-chan! Red is just such a pretty color on ya. Out of all the girls I had back in the day at Sunshine, none of 'em looked quite as good in red as you." For good measure, he dug the point into Kiryu's chin enough for a bead of blood to form. Just for fun.
Kiryu shivered bodily, and oh. The grey slacks he favored did a slightly better concealing job than Majima's leather did, but…
Really, Majima shouldn't have been surprised. After all, Kiryu liked to fight. He experienced the same intoxicating high from dishing out and receiving pain. Despite Kiryu's occasional annoyance at Majima's dogged persistence to fight, the thrum of excitement that drove Majima to him again and again was undoubtedly mirrored in Kiryu.
Maybe it was the sexual aspect that caught Majima off-guard. For him, arousal mixed in so readily with all the rest of the thrill to the point where he often couldn't figure out where bloodthirstiness ended and the other type of thirst began. Kiryu, on the other hand, was so damn reserved most of the time that Majima had assumed they were separate for him, like the distinction between work and home lives. All of their flings- escapades- things- had been spontaneous, straightforward, and quite vanilla considering their line of work. A bit of roughness here, some praise or dirty talk there- nothing unusual by any means. Majima didn't want to get ahead of himself, but… Unbidden, the image of Kiryu on his knees and bound with rope, mouthing at Majima's cock with bloodied lips, flashed through his mind. Majima's heart pounded, electric.
A subtle pink tinge had started to spread across Kiryu's face to his ears, and Majima watched his Adam's apple bob beneath the edge of his knife. Experimentally, Majima shifted his tanto to set the bead of blood free. Kiryu didn't move away. Though his expression remained unchanged, he trembled lightly as the lonely drop of red rolled from under his chin to the pit of his neck.
"I see," Majima said in a low voice. "So you like it too, huh?" He withdrew his knife and watched Kiryu take a deep, shuddering breath. A knowing smirk tugged at Majima's lips. "Not only that, but ya like it when it's your blood, don'tcha?"
Kiryu clenched his jaw tight and nodded rigidly with an expression like he was getting a tooth pulled. "...It doesn't have to be, but- yeah."
"Oi, you don't gotta look so freakin' pained about it! But since we're on the subject, humor me for a bit, will ya? Have ya been holdin' out on me? There other things like this you're into that I don't know about?"
Another stiff nod.
"Kiryu-chan, you dog!" Majima exclaimed. "You're tellin' me we coulda been gettin' freaky this whole time and ya kept your trap shut?"
"You didn't say anything either!" Kiryu snapped. Majima raised a brow.
"Please. Ya think I'm the one who might not be into somethin'?"
"Besides," Kiryu continued, barreling on as if Majima hadn't said anything, "It's not like we ever sit down and talk about… all this. It's always a spur of the moment thing."
"Alright, alright," Majima said, raising his hands placatingly. "I get it. Tell Kiryu-chan all the things that get my cock wet from now on, got it." Kiryu scowled fiercely, an expression that sent most men running for their mothers, though even while glowering he remained half-hard in his pants. Kiryu was too damn cute.
"It's settled, then!" Majima announced, leaping to his feet and striding a few meters ahead. "We're going."
Kiryu stood significantly more slowly and planted his feet, unmoving. "Huh?"
"A hotel, duh!" Majima rolled his eye. He thought Kiryu would be quicker on the uptake by this point in their -- hook-ups? arrangement? relationship? post-fight debauchery? -- thing, but he supposed some things never changed.
"But-" Kiryu scrunched his brow. "...You kept saying you wanted to go eat. Aren't you hungry?" Majima squinted at him. It didn't seem like Kiryu was making an excuse; he seemed to be genuinely concerned for Majima's empty stomach. Adorable.
"Of course I'm fucking hungry! But if we're 'boutta do the hanky panky, I ain't dealin' with your asshole after you've stuffed yourself with spicy beef and kimchi rice. So I'll suck it up and wait 'til later."
Kiryu made a face. "...Right." He picked up his feet at last and broke into a light jog to catch up with Majima.
Halfway down Shichifuku Street, Kiryu spoke up. "You could always eat without me if you need."
Majima made a high, exasperated sound in the back of his throat. "You're seriously still on about this? I'm a big boy, Kiryu-chan. I can wait. Anyway, what kinda guy do you think I am? I wouldn't make ya sit and suffer while I chow down. I'm not cruel, y'know."
Kiryu snorted. "Right."
Majima slugged him in the arm far too forcefully to be considered playful for most people. Kiryu didn't budge. "Serious! If I'm takin' ya out on a date, we're both gonna leave the joint stuffed 'til we're 'boutta pop. Wouldn't be proper otherwise."
"A date?"
"Hah?"
"You were asking me out on a… date? Like you would for a girl?"
Majima flicked his eye to Kiryu's perplexed face and rewound his words in his head. Shit, did he really say date? "Pretty sure you don't need me tellin' ya this, Kiryu-chan, but you ain't a girl."
"No, that's not what I-" Kiryu sighed through his nose. "Forget it."
"Oh, don't be like that!" Majima paused, noting Kiryu's pout. "...Yeah, a date. Got a problem with that?"
"What? N- no, I guess not." Kiryu's cheeks reddened. An odd, itchy sort of atmosphere had begun to develop, and Majima found he didn't quite know what to say next. Luckily, he didn't have to decide. The gaudy, hot pink lettering of "PLEASURE PALACE" assaulted his vision and carried him safely away from the strange mood like some sort of raunchy guardian angel. Majima grabbed Kiryu's arm and strode into the hotel.
The receptionist behind the counter's privacy barrier either didn't notice the dark red stains and tears on the men's clothes, or was tactful enough not to remark. As far as odd couples of Kamurocho went, a pair of terrifying yakuza-types probably weren't even notable enough to commit to memory. After receiving the room key and a curt "thank you, enjoy your stay," the two men were on their way to the elevator.
The room looked just as expected. The king size bed sheets were clean and unrumpled, and soft pink and purple mood lighting cast the space in a tacky, sultry glow. The persistent scent of stale tobacco hung in the air, defying routine cleaning and air freshener alike. Majima took stock of the bowl of condoms on the nightstand and its neighbor, a similarly sized bowl full of what looked to be oversized, slate-grey Smile Burger ketchup packets - lube, obviously. The nightstand on the other side of the bed was home to a wired phone and a dingy one-page directory with a list of numbers and services: "Front desk, hospitality and cleaning, adult shop…"
"So! Today I'm thinkin' I'll have some fun with this," Majima announced, flipping and catching his tanto in his hand. "Wave it around and maybe draw a bit of blood, nothin' serious. Wouldn't be any good if I had ta call an ambulance to come stitch you back together."
Kiryu clicked the door shut behind him. "So... like what we already did, but in the bedroom? That's fine."
"Lemme know if ya wanna stop at any point, and I'll stop. Or, you could bash my brains in if ya don't feel like talkin'. Either works for me," Majima said, rapping his knuckles on his skull.
"Okay," Kiryu said drily. "I shouldn't need to. I don't think you'd want to kill me outside of a fair fight, anyway."
"Bingo! But I ain't just talkin' bout the danger. If ya ain't into it, we stop. Got it?" Majima drummed his fingers on the sheath of his blade.
"I got it. So are we gonna get on with it already or wh-"
Majima slipped his knife out of its sheath and thrust the tip forward dramatically, eye gleaming. Kiryu reflexively stepped back to dodge. Majima took advantage of the backward momentum to plant his shoe on Kiryu's chest and give him a hefty shove. The bed frame creaked in complaint as Kiryu landed on the mattress, and Majima scrambled onto his lap to straddle him and push him the rest of the way down.
"Was that really necessary-" Kiryu began, before Majima dove in to attack his neck with teeth and tongue. Sighing happily, Majima bit down and began to suck a mark into Kiryu's skin. He rolled his hips against Kiryu's clothed groin and drew out a satisfying moan. Pleased with the reddish-purple bruise that Kiryu would be hard-pressed to hide later on, Majima pulled back and raked his eyes over Kiryu hungrily. Aside from the cut on his cheek, Kiryu’s face was remarkably untouched from their earlier brawl; the same couldn’t be said about Majima, he was sure. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, confirming his suspicions when he felt a throb of pain from where it had split. The thought Majima had before Kiryu had crashed a bike into his head came floating back to the forefront of his mind. Kiryu said he didn’t mind whose blood it was, right?
Majima drew himself up on his knees, planting them on either side of Kiryu’s body. Kiryu, still reclining, propped himself up on his elbows. He stared up at Majima with an intensity that didn’t waver even when Majima pointed his tanto directly between his eyes. He didn’t even flinch. Majima smirked, and in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, he turned the knife toward himself and flicked the very tip against where he approximated the split in his lip was. Kiryu’s eyes widened, and Majima felt moisture drip down from his reopened injury onto Kiryu’s suit jacket. Bingo.
Abandoning his tanto on the bedside table for the time being, Majima swooped back down and captured Kiryu in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Stinging pain and the taste of blood and smoke and saliva mingled in a cocktail of adrenaline and heat, and Majima licked into Kiryu’s mouth eagerly. When they pulled back for air, Majima gathered up the blood dribbling from his lip with his fingers and shoved them into Kiryu’s mouth. His eyes fluttered closed, and Majima felt his tongue delve between his fingers, licking Majima’s blood clean from the leather. It was just as good- no, better- than Majima thought it would be, and he catalogued the image for later before pulling his fingers out and dragging the excess moisture across Kiryu’s jaw.
“So damn pretty,” Majima muttered to himself, capturing red lips with his own again. Between kisses, the two fumbled out of their jackets and shirts, tossing the now-useless articles in the general direction of the wall. Majima dragged his hands over Kiryu’s chest, rubbing thumbs over hardening nipples and pushing his pecs together.
“The tits on ya, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said. “Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of ‘em.”
“Hm.” Kiryu managed to unzip and peel back the leather of Majima’s pants, thoroughly unsurprised by the lack of underwear. Majima hissed through his teeth when Kiryu took a hold of him.
“Impatient, huh?”
“You’re taking too long.”
“Ohoho, really?” Majima snatched Kiryu’s wrist and slammed it back against the bed, leaving his cock unattended and hanging heavy over the dip of Kiryu’s abs. “You want my cock in ya that badly, huh?” Kiryu swallowed and stared back defiantly, the way he always did during these games of theirs. Majima couldn’t wait to break that bold expression into little desperate, begging pieces. He shucked down Kiryu’s pants and briefs to reveal Kiryu’s own hard dick.
Shifting to keep Kiryu pinned down with a knee, Majima reached to the bedside table. He hovered his hand over his tanto, then reached instead for the bowl filled with plastic lube packets. Without preamble, he pulled his gloves off and tore open the plastic packet with his teeth. Majima drizzled the cold, thick liquid over his fingers and wasted no time in working a finger into Kiryu’s ass.
Something needy flickered in Kiryu’s stony gaze, and Majima grinned. He pulled out his finger. “Since you’re so impatient, why don’t ya give me a better angle, eh?”
Kiryu knit his brows (this time, weighing just how much he wanted to push Majima’s buttons), and turned over without a fuss, lifting his ass slightly to present to Majima.
“That’s it,” Majima said, sinking his middle finger back into Kiryu’s hole easily and beginning to pump in and out.
"Still can't believe I'm the one who turned ya onto gettin' your ass played with," Majima chuckled, pushing in a second slicked finger. He ran his free hand over the fearsome, inked dragon flowing over the toned muscle of Kiryu's back.
"Hmm."
"Really! Imagine how tragic it woulda been if ya never found out how good ya cum from your ass. All that potential, gone ta waste if not for good ol' Majima."
"Don't flatter yourse-e- ah!" Kiryu squeezed around where Majima had just crooked his fingers and buried his face into the pillow. Victorious, Majima increased pressure on the spot and began to rub at it in tight circles.
"What was that y'were sayin', Kiryu-chan?" Majima taunted, resuming to pump and scissor his fingers to work Kiryu further open. A low, threatening growl vibrated from Kiryu's chest. Majima clicked his tongue and picked up his tanto with his left hand. Extending his right arm to keep his fingers in Kiryu, Majima leaned over Kiryu's back.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't give me that. Ya don't wanna be a bad boy now, do ya?" Majima whispered, pressing the cool edge of his knife to the back of Kiryu's neck while searching again for his prostate. Kiryu's breath hitched, and he thrust his hips forward to rut on the sheets. Majima tilted his knife and increased the pressure on Kiryu’s neck with a controlled hand. Miniscule drops of blood beaded at the edges of the thin red line.
"No, niisan," Kiryu breathed, and Majima's cock throbbed.
"There ya go," Majima purred. "Save the fightin' fer later. Right now you're just a pretty little hole fer me to stretch out on my cock, ain't that right?" He pushed in a third finger and dropped his voice an octave. "Answer me."
"Fuck," Kiryu bit. "Yes, niisan."
"Good," Majima said, finally satisfied with his prep work. He set aside his tanto and withdrew lube-shiny fingers, leaving Kiryu's hole clenching around empty air. "Flip over. I wanna see your face."
With a rustle of fabric, Kiryu complied. His cheeks were ruddy, and a smear of blood ran from the corner of his lips to his stubbled jaw like ruined lipstick.
"That's my Kiryu-chan." Majima reached for a condom and another packet of lube from the bedside table. He lowered his voice. "How ya feelin'? Still wanna go ahead with this?"
"Yeah," Kiryu nodded. A sliver of sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains and striped across Kiryu's face. His blown out pupils almost completely swallowed the golden flecks the light revealed in his irises. The bastard really had the prettiest eyes.
A strange sense of pride washed over Majima, and it took him a beat to identify what shone so earnestly in Kiryu's eyes besides desire: trust. The trust to set aside legendary strength and status for vulnerability. The trust to be laid bare before one of Tokyo's most dangerous men. The trust to allow said man, who was infamous for purported madness and terrifying acts of violence, to play with the same blade that Kiryu had felt between his ribs before. Even glazed with lust, something about Kiryu's eyes reminded Majima of the woman he had loved almost twenty years ago. Her unseeing eyes too had shone with that radiant sincerity, all for the man meant to kill her. Blind faith, Majima thought. But why the hell was he getting the same feeling now of all times? Maybe he was actually starting to lose it.
All of this passed through Majima's mind in an instant as he rolled on the condom and tore open the lube packet, generously coating his aching cock and smearing the rest over Kiryu's entrance.
Whatever weird thoughts were crawling around in Majima's head fled as he snapped his attention back to Kiryu. His brows were drawn together (anticipation this time, Majima knew), and he watched intently as Majima knelt over him, cock in hand. He lightly slapped the head of his dick against Kiryu's hole a few times, savoring the wet, erotic sound of it, before beginning to press in.
"Ya gonna be a good boy for me and take my cock, eh, Kiryu-chan?"
Kiryu threw an arm over his head and rumbled an affirmation, eyes fixed on Majima's cock slowly entering him.
"'Course ya are," Majima grit out, hissing out a relieved groan in tandem with Kiryu once fully sheathed. It felt like only a moment that he remained still to allow Kiryu to adjust for the stretch before a desperate hunger ignited in Kiryu's eyes. Kiryu wriggled and twisted his hips to urge Majima's cock into just the right spot, and his mouth dropped open in a needy 'O'.
That did it for Majima, and his fraying patience snapped clean along with the rest of his inhibitions. He dragged his hands down Kiryu's chest, across his nipples, and settled them on his hips in a grip hard enough to bruise. He pulled back enough to nearly exit Kiryu's hole, then snapped back in with the same force and fervor that he had lunged at Kiryu with in their battle only some hours ago.
Kiryu's fingers scrabbled for purchase first on the sheets, then on Majima's flexed thighs as he began an unrelenting pace. Majima angled his thrusts in the direction Kiryu seemed to like and was rewarded with a shout that dissolved into a whine.
"Fuck," Majima snarled. “Look at you. Moanin’ on my cock like a whore. And ta think you wanted this so badly ‘cause I made ya bleed. Couldn’t help yourself, eh?”
Kiryu threw a hand up to cover his mouth. Just as quickly, Majima wrenched the hand away and above Kiryu’s head, keeping it pinned there. He trained his eye on Kiryu’s face, contorted in pleasure, and wrapped his other hand around Kiryu’s leaking cock. Kiryu moaned then, loudly enough to penetrate whatever soundproofing the walls of the hotel had. The noise went straight to Majima’s head in a shot of drunk eroticism, and he ground his hips deep against Kiryu, flush against him.
“Ya should’ve seen how ya looked, with all that blood. Could hardly focus on anythin’ else, seein’ ya like that. Hey, y’know what?” Majima said, sloppily pumping Kiryu’s cock and picking his rhythm back up. “I think there musta been enough that I coulda used it as lube. Coulda slicked myself up with all of it and took ya right there on the ground.”
Kiryu gasped and clenched around Majima, bearing down hard on his cock. “I- ah-!” Kiryu shot thick ropes of cum, some landing on his own stomach and chest while the rest dripped down Majima’s hand.
“Hah! I knew it, I fucking knew it,” Majima cackled breathlessly, continuing to fuck Kiryu through his orgasm. He bowed his head, savoring the blissful, wet drag of Kiryu’s walls against his dick. Every now and then, he would twitch in pleasure and tighten around Majima.
"Anyone- hah, mm- anyone else 'sides me know that the legendary Kiryu Kazuma," Majima drew out the length of the name on his tongue, "has such a tight pussy that sucks in cock like it needs it? Y'let just anybody fuck this slutty hole of yours? Huh?"
Kiryu whimpered, struggling to form words. "No! No, ngh- Just you. Just you, niisan, please just- it’s so much- mmmh!"
"Just me," Majima repeated feverishly, slowing his pace to measured, punctured thrusts. "Damn right it's just me. I've staked my claim, painted ya all over with my blood and cum time and time again and marked ya up nice n' clear." Majima traced his fingers over choice scars and landed on the bandage concealing the latest addition. He pushed with his fingertips, eliciting a delicious hiss of pain from the man panting below him. "An' it all means the same thing. My Kiryu-chan. All mine. I’m the only one who gets to really fight ya. I'm the only one who gets to kill ya. I'm the only one who gets to take ya like this."
Kiryu dragged his cheek along drool-wet sheets in an attempt at a nod. “‘M yours, ‘m yours-- mmh- Majima! Majima, Majima, mm--!” With a shudder, Kiryu screwed his eyes shut and dropped his mouth open. His hips stuttered, and his soft cock twitched pathetically and dribbled a small amount of clear liquid. Majima watched in awe, head swimming with lust.
“Fuck, Kiryu-chan- did you just- fuck, fuck-” Majima let out a drawn-out moan and thrusted quickly and erratically, pushing in as deep as he could before spilling his seed into latex. He breathed heavily, mindless with ecstatic release.
Majima went liquid and collapsed onto Kiryu, lifting a hand to run through his hair and pet absently while catching his breath.
“Y’good for me t’pull out?” Majima asked after a few moments. Kiryu gave an affirmative rumble, eyes still shut. Majima slowly pulled out and tied the condom, tossing it in the direction of the waste basket before flopping over to lie next to Kiryu.
“Holy shit.” Majima laughed breathily. “Fuck. That was good.”
Kiryu cracked an eye open blearily and turned his head to look at Majima. “I… think I came twice.”
“No shit you did!” Majima exclaimed. “And at our age? That’s a fuckin’ feat! Way to go, champ!”
Kiryu grumbled. “Well… I don’t know if it counts, since-”
“Since ya didn’t jizz? Pshaw! Ya don’t need ta cream yourself for it to be an orgasm! I felt that shit, there ain’t a chance you’re gonna tell me it was anythin’ but.”
“Mm,” Kiryu conceded, and threw an arm in Majima’s direction. It smacked him in the face.
“Oi! What the hell was that for?”
“Can we cuddle?” Kiryu asked. Majima made a face, then scooted over to plant a big, sweet kiss on Kiryu’s lips before wrapping his arms around him.
“You’re such a freakin’ sap. Fine.”
Kiryu hummed contentedly and turned on his side to let himself be spooned. Majima nuzzled his head in the crook of Kiryu’s neck and let his eye drift closed. Now that he thought about it, they never really did this whole… aftercare and pillow talk thing before. There was never any need for it until now.
“This is nice,” Kiryu murmured, as if pulling the thought directly from Majima’s mind.
“Yeah,” Majima agreed, clinging to Kiryu. I could get used to this, he thought, but didn’t dare to say out loud. “It is.”
“Oh. One thing, though.” Kiryu twisted his head as much as he could to take a look at Majima. A nervous feeling sunk into the pit of Majima’s stomach. Were they stopping already? He had just gotten really comfortable, too-
“What?”
“After we’re done, we’re getting that Korean barbecue.”
Majima blinked. “Hah?”
“Did you forget? You were hungry before, and now you’ve used up even more energy. I’m making sure you finally eat,” Kiryu said firmly. “...So it’s a date.”
Despite himself, Majima’s heart did a flip, and he smiled. “Alright. It’s a date.”