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“Look, there ain’t a rule that says ya can’t get freaky at the mahjong table.” Majima discards a 1 pin tile with a little more force than necessary.
“That’s a stupid argument. This is a stupid argument. They didn’t write a rule for every imaginable terrible thing people could do, they expected some common human decency.” Kiryu rolls his eyes from the seat to his left.
Nishida and Saejima have long since bowed out of the argument that has been raging for the better part of three rounds now, focusing instead on actually playing mahjong, with a healthy pile of sticks to corroborate their decision. So far everyone has a closed hand, excepting Saejima who called pon on a triplet of west tiles.
“Ya think bumpin’ uglies goes against common human decency?” Majima air quotes at Kiryu. “Didn’t know ya were such a prude, Kiryu-chan. That’s downright puritan of ya.”
Kiryu pinches his brow with a sigh and tries to look over his hand. He’s got a triplet of east tiles—both the round and his seat wind—and if he happens to draw either end of his 3-4 sou or 4-5 man tiles he can call riichi, with his pair of 8 sou pulling in a hefty amount of points as the dora. The tile that comes up is a 9 pin, entirely worthless, and he summarily discards it.
“It would be a distraction to everyone at the table.”
Saejima snorts, and Kiryu clicks his tongue.
Majima rests an elbow on the table and gives Kiryu a mean little grin that usually indicates he’s going to start pressuring Kiryu into something stupid. “At least then you’d have an excuse when ya put yourself into furiten again.”
Kiryu shoots him a look that does nothing but egg the man on. He clicks down some tile Kiryu barely pays attention to and continues.
“'Course, if you can manage to get into riichi, then it ain’t a distraction, right? All you’re doin’ is sittin’ there waitin’ on your tile, no more thinkin’ to do at all. Why not do it with your dick out?”
His nostrils flare. He knows, logically, that this is a stupid, stupid argument, even by their standards, but he’s always been strangely susceptible to Majima’s goading. He draws his next tile—5 sou, and the red five at that for an additional dora—as perfect of a draw as he could have asked for. The impulse to be more than a little stupid surges through him, the bad habit rearing its ugly head as it often does around Majima.
Kiryu levels a small smirk at the overly smug asshole, discards his 1 man tile with a riichi call, and undoes his belt and fly without breaking eye contact.
Majima looks to his tiles and back at him with a small tilt of his head, one of those tiny moments that Kiryu actually manages to catch the man off-guard. The satisfaction is worth getting his dick out at a mahjong table—helped by the fact that they’re in one of the Majima Family’s many ‘meeting rooms’ that he’s never seen an actual meeting take place in, and that the table blocks Nishida from getting an eyeful.
“Well damn Kiryu-chan, glad I convinced ya!” Majima cackles, slapping down his own tile. “Riichi!”
Kiryu winces—there goes his chance at ippatsu—and Majima is quick to whip his own dick out too. Nishida glances over and seems utterly unperturbed by the sight of his boss’s dick, quickly refocusing on his hand as he scans the board for safe discards.
“I’m only doing this to prove how stupid it is.” Kiryu frowns.
Once again, Saejima snorts.
"It's in the spirit of the game! Hell, look at the tiles—a 2 pin? That's tits. 8 sou? Dudes touchin' tips."
"It absolutely is not." Kiryu says firmly, even as he glances down at his own 8 sou tiles. It does sort of look like…
His train of thought is derailed by a precision strike of Majima's gloved hand on his dick. He makes a confused noise—Majima grins and shuffles their seats closer until their knees bump up against each other.
A strange little part of him thinks that Majima might be right about this—it certainly has overwritten the usual anxiety of riichi discards—but he's not about to swallow his pride and admit that.
"What the hell are you doing?" He hisses through his teeth. Nishida calls pon on something, but Kiryu's a little distracted.
"Riich-ing for some dick." Majima snickers back. The man's practically in Kiryu's lap, contorting himself to bring their dicks together.
That does look like the 8 sou tile, doesn't it. Hmm.
"Ya know what the white dragon tiles are supposed to be, right?" Majima breathes against Kiryu's ear as he discards one, grinding himself against Kiryu’s flushed skin with smooth rolls of his hips. "Maybe ya need an examp—"
"Ah, ron!" Nishida nearly jumps out of his seat in excitement to reveal his hand.
Both of them whip their heads over to look and Kiryu feels Majima stiffen up against him.
"That's Big Three Dragons, so, a yakuman, 32,000 points." Nishida says with a little waver of twitchy, anticipatory adrenaline still in his voice. Even with Kiryu’s brain firing at a solid 20% of it’s not particularly impressive maximum capacity, he knows that puts Majima into the negatives and ends the game right then and there.
There's a brief, silent moment. Nishida's face falls. Majima launches himself at his underling, upending the table in the process, Saejima moves to intercept, Kiryu gets sent toppling backwards in his chair, and the room descends into utter chaos.