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A man walked into a bar. It was one of those hole in the wall things, buried in a Sotenbori backstreet. It wasn’t anything unusual by Sotenbori standards, but there was something about it which reminded him of home.
Behind the bar, the master was talking to some customers while polishing a glass. He gave him a cursory glance which developed into a lingering gaze before he nodded.
“Welcome, sir.”
“Master. Nice place.”
“You’re too kind. What can I get ya?”
“Yamazaki 12, please.”
“Excellent taste. What brings ya to Sotenbori?”
“How do you know I’m not from here?”
“A guy like you walking around, I’d know,” the bartender grinned.
The man observed the master as he prepared his drink. He was tall and slender, but the stretch of his black shirt over his shoulders betrayed a built physique. Black trousers and a pinstripe waistcoat were accented by a silk red tie. A sharp bowlcut revealed a freshly shaved undercut. He had a very handsome face, framed by a carefully trimmed goatee and a rather unusual nose, but the most striking thing about him was the plain black eyepatch that covered his left eye.
“Here you are,” the bartender offered and the man noticed the deep, dark, penetrating eye. Pulling you in and holding you hostage.
“Cheers.”
“So what brings ya here, from…” the bartended pondered for a second, looking him up and down, “I’m gonna go with Okinawa.”
The man looked down at himself, wondering what had given it away. He’d left the floral shirts behind and was sporting a rather unremarkable black shirt with his grey trousers.
“How did y—”
“You’re tan as shit. Was a lucky guess.”
“Ah.”
“The accent ain’t Okinawan, though.”
“I’m from Tokyo. Well, Yokohama originally.”
“So what brings ya to Sontenbori from Kanto via Okinawa, um—”
“It’s Kiryu.”
“—Kiryu-han.”
“Some rather unremarkable business.”
“What is it ya do, if ya don’t mind me asking.”
“I run an orphanage.”
The bartender paused, giving him a thoughtful look.
“Well, damn. Hot and kind.”
Kiryu held his gaze as he took a sip.
“Are you flirting with me?”
The eyepatch man grinned before turning to serve another customer. Kiryu kept staring at him curiously. He seemed to be chatty with everyone, but decidedly more formal. So, he was just flirting with him, which was promising. Not what he’d planned on when he realised he’d need to make the trip in person to sort out that paperwork, but a welcome diversion.
The bartender returned the stare from the opposite end of the bar and Kiryu answered it with a small smile. The other man smiled back, before resuming his small talk. Yeah, definitely promising.
Running through the possibilities, he checked his phone for messages. Everything seemed okay back home. His appointment wasn’t till midday and his flight late afternoon. Maybe there was some mileage to this. He headed to the toilet to freshen up and looked at himself in the mirror. It’d been a while, but he still had it, apparently.
When he got back to his seat, he saw his drink had been topped up and the bottle left next to it, along with some snacks. He smiled, checked he’d had no new messages and pulled out his pack. A light appeared in front of his face as soon as he’d put a cigarette in his mouth. He leaned into the flame, taking a deep drag and blowing the smoke sideways as he eyed the man holding the lighter.
“Are you this attentive with all your customers?”
“The customer is king,” nodded the bartender, “but you ain’t all customers.”
“What’s so different about me?”
“Ya always fish for compliments?”
“Only when I’m being ogled.”
“Ya always this forward?”
“You always flirt ten seconds after customers walk in?”
“Told ya, you ain’t all customers.”
“How am I special?”
“Remains to be seen.”
“I’m only here tonight.”
“I don’t close till five.”
“I can wait.”
“Can ya, now.”
“Uh huh.”
The bartender put both hands on the bar, pushing away while leaning forward. It reminded Kiryu of a snake getting ready to strike. He met the piercing gaze head on, till the smirk confronting him turned into a satisfied smile. He felt the hairs on his neck stand on end in alarm. The tip of a tongue wet the corner of a luscious mouth, barely there if you weren’t looking, but he was, and he fixed on it obsessively.
He brought his cigarette to his mouth in an attempt to take the edge off the fireball coiling in his stomach and the bartender resumed his relaxed stance with a smile. Air filled the room again. The door behind him swung and the master diverted his attention to his new arrivals, leaving him to kill time. He sipped his drink slowly, listening in on the conversations, wanting to get more of the measure of the man. Something about the cadence of his voice made him want to find buttons to push to hear it break. Just for him.
The lingering stares continued as the hours rolled on while Kiryu observed the lithe figure moving in its element, noting every mannerism, admiring the long thin fingers as they grabbed bottles and mixed drinks, every moment till the last customer walked out both a pleasure and a torture. He waited seated till he heard the lock turn.
“Well, I guess here we ar—”
He moved so fast, he only had a second to catch the look of surprise on the face of his desire as he slammed him on the nearest wall, lips clashing and teeth cutting, both their eyes closing in pleasure as hands explored muscles beneath fabric. A sob reverberated into their mouths and he pushed his tongue in to meet the other, perfectly matched, violent and tender, searching and giving.
“My room is upstairs, we just hafta—”
“Uh huh.”
“If ya just let go for one sec—”
“Sure thing.”
Kiryu’s left hand instinctively moved up to an exposed throat and pinned it in place. A soft moan escaped violently parted lips as a single dark eye pierced him with want. His right hand deftly undid the belt and trousers his hips were pressing against and warm fingers wrapped around a hardening cock and stroked. The eye closed in pleasure, the vibration of a growl against his palm.
“Shit, that feels so good,” Kiryu heard and let his head fall forward to feel the strained voice graze his ear.
“I can tell,” he whispered.
“Are ya always this damn cocky?”
“You don’t seem to mind it.”
“Fuck you.”
Kiryu’s hand kept stroking, firmer with each of his partner’s supressed moans as his left hand kept that neck against the wall. Hands were half pushing him off, half grabbing onto his shoulders as choked breaths caressed his hair. It was more intimate than a casual hook-up should ever want to be. The soft moans turned to grunts and he slowed his movements, pulling away enough to look at the overwhelmed face.
Thinking back on it later, he couldn’t explain why his hand moved from the chokehold to gently caress a sharp cheekbone before planting a soft kiss on red lips. He could explain even less why a man who’d sooner kill you than open up to you melted into him, accepting the affection. It didn’t last long, but for a moment he felt like this world was somehow a lie and in the real one he always kissed him like this. What he knew to be true in either was how much he wanted him.
“Where are the stairs?”
“The back.”
He followed into the dark room upstairs that seemed to serve as an apartment. As soon as they’d reached the landing and kicked off their shoes, he shoved the owner of the room face first against the door. He pushed down his loose trousers, fingers digging into thigh muscle on their way to a firm glute. His other hand kept a left cheek pressed on wood as he pushed his hips onto naked skin, making his erection known.
“Got ya hard, have I?”
He thrust harder in return, intentions clear.
“Ya seem sure I’ll let ya fuck me.”
“I’m sure you want me to.”
“Jesus, you’re such a dick.”
“Everyone thinks so.”
“Did ya just—”
“Do you always talk this much?”
His left hand moved itself around soft black hair, pushing two fingers into an open mouth that devoured them hungrily. A tongue worked him like candy and his attention was diverted from the firmness of the ass he was pressing against to the wetness of the mouth sucking him greedily and he imagined those lips on his cock.
He wouldn’t be getting to feel them that way, but the man making him come undone without even touching him wanted him to know that if they were better acquainted, he would be getting the blowjob of his life right now. He let himself fantasise about his cock inside that mouth as he ground against firm flesh. A single moan escaped him and the chuckle around his fingers brought him out of his dream and into the reality of needing to fuck the shit out of this man.
He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Neighbouring bar and club signs provided enough illumination through large windows to guide him to a laid out futon. He forced the man on his knees, firmly but not violently, and pressed him forward.
He undressed, taking his shirt off and unfastened his belt, while the shadowy figure below him took off his waistcoat and began loosening his tie, turning to take a peek at Kiryu and stopping in place. The light of the neighbouring restaurant sign lit up his features, all angles and lust, as Kiryu removed the last of his clothes, standing naked and hard before him.
The man’s eye devoured him, his tongue wetting dry lips, a small whimper escaping a roughed up throat, cock leaking between his legs. Kiryu kneeled and the man fumbled with his trousers, before Kiryu grabbed and pulled everything off in one swift move, turning him around and pulling him up by the throat, knees on the bed and back flat against his chest.
“Lube?”
“That box there.”
Kiryu reached and pulled the whole thing down, condoms spilling on the floor, popping the cap with one hand and spreading a generous amount on his fingers before roughly shoving two to the knuckle inside a warm, tight ass.
The man squirmed and cursed under his breath, trying to get some purchase against the hand on his throat, as he got shoved onto now three fingers, impatiently penetrating him.
“Jesus fuck, you don’t mess about.”
“You don’t want me to.”
“No, I don’t. Hurry the fuck up.”
He pulled out abruptly, pushing the man on all fours. He sorted out the condom while the bartender tried to finish undoing his tie to take off his shirt, the last of his clothes, but Kiryu reached in front of him, grabbed the red silk and wrapped it around his fingers. A hand settled on the man’s glute as he lined him up.
“You sure you want this?”
“Fuckin’ ruin me already.”
He pushed into tightness, slick from lube and warm, and both held their breaths till he bottomed out, slowly but steadily. They exhaled together when there, stopping only to take in the burn, feel the fullness and the clench and then all brakes were off.
One hand on a slim waist, nails digging in, the other grabbing a tie firmly to bring the body below him slamming on his cock, eyes lost in pleasure and no memory of when he’d last wanted to split someone in two so badly.
“Fuck me, that’s the stuff.”
A stream of obscenities rolled out between moans that got louder and louder and harder, fucking harder and show me who’s boss, that voice, high pitched and passionate and like this for him, filling his world as he closed his eyes and fucked brutally, lost in the heat of the muscles sucking him in.
“God, you’re so big. You’re so goddamn big.”
He opened his eyes in time to see the mess of ecstasy below him jerking himself off to a perfect orgasm and the sight pushed him into the pleasure he’d been chasing, allowing his own moans to pour out of him deeper and deeper like the cum filling up the latex sheathing him.
They both shook, breaths loud, clinging on to the sheets so they wouldn’t hold on to each other.
“Fuck.”
“Are you OK?”
“Who the fuck knows.”
“Can I get you someth—”
“Just sit yer ass down for a minute. And pass us a smoke.”
He pulled out carefully and discarded the heavy rubber, fished his pack out of his trouser pockets and sat naked next to him. He lit two cigarettes and handed him one.
“Cheers,” the man said, holding up two fingers to receive it as he turned to lay on his back. He pulled off the tie and unbuttoned his shirt, taking a deep breath, red marks fading to bruises around his neck. They let the nicotine soak them before attempting to speak.
“Why did you leave?” Kiryu said first, nodding towards the ink on the man’s chest.
“Why did you leave?” the bartender asked, nodding towards the ink peaking around Kiryu’s ribs.
“Touché.”
“What are the chances of this though. Two ex-family men hooking up in a Sotenbori bar.”
“And one of them’s a pretty good lay.”
“Yer talking about yerself ain’t ya?”
Kiryu chuckled.
“Such a fucking cock.”
“Told you.”
The man looked at him stunned, went to say something, but instead shut his eye and laughed.
“Tch, alright. Hot, kind and funny.”
“Don’t fall for me, you’ll get burned.”
“Who says I don’t like a bit of fire,” he smirked, eyeing Kiryu again while taking one final drag and blowing the smoke out lazily. Kiryu finished his own cigarette, holding his gaze, slow smile lighting up his face.
“Right,” the bartender blinked and shot up abruptly, “I got an early start, so.”
“Right, of course.”
“I’m gonna hit the shower, ya can let yourself out, yeah?”
“Sure.”
“Laters.”
The water was running when Kiryu finished getting dressed. He walked downstairs, wondering if he should leave his number. He was looking behind the bar for a pen when he spotted a stack of invoices. On them was the owner’s name.
On his way to the hotel in the chill of dawn, he pulled out his phone to look up the bar’s phone number: Meta Layer, Sotenbori. He brought up his contacts to create an entry when he saw that the name he was about to type already existed. He stared at it, perplexed. He didn’t know anyone else by that name. He would remember.
He was still staring when a text popped up:
Ya ought to set yer phone to lock faster. See ya around Kiryu Kazuma-chan (❀ •̀ᴗ~ )♡
He smiled and put the phone back in his pocket. Majima Goro, huh? Perhaps the occasional trip to Sotenbori was not going to be so bad after all.