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The Goromaru was unusually quiet that evening. It seemed that the crew had recognised that Saejima had wanted to talk to his kyodai privately so they had drank up quickly before making their excuses to head down to the crew quarters one floor below them in the common area. Even the rambunctious pairing of Noah and Goro was absent for once as they were moored at Rich island and the pair were actually sleeping in their own bed back at Jason's house.
‘Ya gone kind of quiet since I started talking about women…’ Majima noted as he absent mindedly swirled his beer around in his glass mug in an attempt to fill the silence.
‘Not this again. Told ya, I ain’t interested.’ Saejima replied, staring straight ahead without meeting Majima’s gaze, instead he simply raised his glass to his lips for another drink.
Majima chuckled as he also took another swig from his own tankard of beer. ‘‘Ahh don’t take it seriously, I’m just teasin ya.’ He said before he slammed his drink down on the wood countertop. ‘Besides I already figured ya were swinging for the other team anyway.’
Saejima nearly choked as he coughed violently on the beer that was going down his throat. He coughed again to clear it before his breathing steadied enough that he could look directly at his drinking companion for the evening and reply. ‘How you’d figure that?’ He asked with a raised eyebrow.
‘Dunno, just something about you.’ Majima grinned back at him, clearly delighting in the fact that he’d got under Saejima’s skin a little. ‘Are ya then?’
Saejima sidestepped the question. ‘Kyo…’ He started before he managed to catch himself. ‘...Majima, ya really don’t remember anything about…before?’ A hint of desperation and hope mixed together in his voice.
Majima shrugged. ‘Like I told ya, just remember waking up on that beach. Only thing I do remember is how ta fight. Seems like that’s muscle memory or maybe it’s in my blood.’
Saejima’s lip curled upwards and his face softened at the memory of their many well won fights. ‘Yeah ya right about that. Yer always been a scrapper.’ He shook his head, however, keen to probe a bit deeper for Majima’s lost memories. ‘It’s just when ya said I was a good lookin’ guy…were ya just tryin ta butter me up or somethin’?’
Majima’s face was plastered with fake outrage before relaxing back into a grin. ‘I wasn’t lyin’ bout that! Yer definitely a catch. Guess my other ‘muscle’ has a memory cause that one seems ta know that I like big beefy dudes.’
‘Anything else?’ Saejima asked bluntly, trying to prompt him.
‘I'm gay as fuck?’ Majima replied flippantly.
The broader man let out a grunt of frustration. ‘Let’s just talk ‘bout something else eh?’ Saejima turned back to his glass, sensing the conversation wasn’t going anywhere.
‘Ehh? Come on now Saejima, ya don’t get off that easily on this ship!’ Majima leaned forward and narrowed his one eye at Saejima. ‘Spit it out why don't ya? What ya got to say to yer captain?’
Saejima sighed and reluctantly swivelled his body around on the bar stool so he was fully facing Majima. He immediately regretted the move however, and out of embarrassment began scratching the back of his neck. It was unusual for him to find it hard to keep eye contact with Majima but right now he was trying to find a way to condense 40 years of history between them into a single conversation. ‘Dunno how to explain this Majima but before we…well back in Japan…before ya lost ya memories…well…we was closer than just kyodai.’
He didn’t wait for Majima to respond, almost too nervous to hear his reaction to leave any gaps between his sentences as he continued. ‘Been together for a long time, you and me…since we were teenagers and we first signed up to be yakuza…but like we kept it open between us, especially with you being with Kiryu-han and all.’
‘Kiryu who now?’ Majima asked, not immediately recognising the name.
Saejima balked for a second. His kyodai had actually forgotten Kiryu? He must have hit his head worse than he thought but there was no way he was going to be able to explain that part of Majima’s life without opening some real deep wounds.
Instead, he let out a huff and then shook his head. ‘Forget I said that, I'm not going to get into that mess. Let's just say we were open about who we liked but we always came back to each other. Bit like a home port for ships ya know?’ Saejima added, deciding that using a ship analogy would play into Majima’s current fascination with pretending to be a pirate captain.
Majima didn't immediately say anything, obviously taking the time to process the information. He took another swig of his drink before turning back to Saejima.
‘So you and me… We fucked?’ He asked with his usual forthrightness.
‘Yeah.’ Saejima grunted.
‘Regularly?’ Majima leaned forward in his seat.
‘Yeah.’ Saejima grunted again.
‘Ya wanna fuck now?’ Majima looked around the room and lifted his hands up to articulate the point.
‘Kyodai…’ Saejima let out an exasperated sigh.
Majima snapped back at him. ‘Already told ya. I ain't ya kyodai but I'm down to fuck if you are.’ He added nonchalantly. ‘How did we… no let me guess, I did the takin’ right?’
Saejima furrowed his brow. He was used to Majima being pretty straight forward about his desires, but the proposition of being together while Majima wasn’t entirely himself unnerved him a little. ‘I mean…we switched it up a fair bit… Just depended on the mood.’ He offered to placate the other man. He wasn’t sure he wanted to get into all the exact details of their relationship but felt like he owed him something. ‘Sometimes we just did stuff.’
‘Well how about we just do ‘stuff’ now?’ Majima smacked his lips and then noticeably glanced down at Saejima’s trousers. ‘Cause right now this captain is in the mood to swallow that dick whole.’
The crude suggestion rolled over Saejima but even with something in his gut stirring, he was reluctant to engage. ‘You ain't got no memories or nothing. Dunno if it’s right for us to be doing ‘stuff’ in yer current state. Don't want ya doing something ya regret later.’ He replied as he contemplated his beer.
‘Psssh, from what everyone around here says, I don’t think I’m the type of guy who regrets anything.’ Majima waved his hand dismissively. ‘Who knows maybe it will help loosen something up there.’ He said, pointing to the top of his head before prompting gesturing towards his crotch with both of his hands. ‘Definitely will loosen something up down here tho’ heh’. He giggled to himself.
The Tiger of Tojo looked up from his drink but hesitated more than he ever had before going into a fight. A fight was straight forward compared to this, hell the fight with his own sworn brother when he first got to Nele island had been more straightforward than this. But he did know that he had missed being intimate with his kyodai and that the opportunities for them to be alone together in the last few years had been few and far between.
Although they had lived together in that old fish shack far from civilization for what seemed like forever, Daigo had also lived with them. In a hut with only one bedroom, the pair had made sure to be respectful of the shared space and tried not to be complete horndogs with one another in front of their former chairman. That proved particularly challenging for Majima, especially with the other outlet for his desires, the Dragon of Dojima, no longer in his life. Luckily their former boss was pretty perceptive. The younger man having a knack for noticing when the pair were getting antsy and would conveniently disappear off to the local dive bar for an evening or two to give them some privacy.
However, even though he could definitely feel his desire for the man in front of him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to take the initiative. Sure, the captain of the Goromaru looked, sounded and acted like Majima, but there was something a little different about him. Minami and Nishida had noticed it too, saying that he was…softer?
Fortunately for Saejima it seemed that Majima was willing to take the decision out of his hands, his hesitation clearly unacceptable for the capricious man. ‘Changed ma mind, it's Captain's orders now so if you wanna stay on this ship, I want ya in my quarters right now.’ He suddenly growled as he jumped off his seat and entered Saejima’s personal space. He placed his hands on Saejima’s considerable thighs and leaned forward, their noses almost touching. ‘Look ya wanna get yer dick sucked or not?’ He said, staring him down without a hint of shame.
Saejima smirked and sighed. ‘Alright then.’
He knew he could have said no if he’d wanted to but knowing Majima as well as he did, he also knew that this drinking session was always bound to end in them either fucking or fighting. He’d just decided he was more in the mood for the former.
Saejima let the other man grab his arm and drag him off his seat by the arm towards the ladder that led up to the Captain’s quarters. Once they were at the bottom of the ladder, Majima stepped behind him and swatted him on the backside ‘Get going would ya?!’
‘Alright, alright.’ Saejima held up his hands in surrender before he took the first rung in hand. ‘I see that bump to yer head didn’t make you forget how impatient ya are.’ He said as he began climbing the ladder rungs two at a time, quickly scrambling up into Majima’s private room. Majima followed shortly afterwards, shutting the trap door behind him and bolting it to give them some modicum of privacy.
‘So this is where ya hide away when the rest of us are out on the deck.’ Saejima observed as he stepped down the stairs that lead to the lower area of Majima’s room where his sofa, karaoke machine and personal desk sat. He stopped at the desk, turned around to lean his massive frame on it and took in the rest of the room. ‘Where do ya even sleep in here?’
‘There's a pullout in the sofa but we don’t need to worry bout sleepin’ right now anyway.’ Majima replied as he followed him down the stairs towards him and caged him in with his arms around him, resting them against the huge desk.
The spark that was already ignited in Saejima was now aflame and he could see that Majima wasn’t in the mood to go slow. The younger Saejima had always found it hard to deny anything the older man wanted and he had to admit, the pirate getup did kind of suit him. The tight leather trousers weren’t that different to what he wore before their self imposed exile and the matching leather dress coat with gold lapels gave the man an air of command.
It definitely wasn’t the strangest thing Saejima had seen him in by a long shot.
As if he could hear Saejima assessing his outfit, Majima began closely examining Saejima’s white cotton shirt, rubbing the material of his collar between his fingers. ‘Ya always go around in this business casual wear?’ He asked as he then began undoing the buttons.
Saejima made no move to stop him. ‘Too warm for my parka jacket out here.’ He replied with a huff as Majima opened his shirt more fully and stroked a hand down his chest before resting his hand on his belt buckle. He began to kiss and nibble at his neck working his way down to his shoulder blades, causing a groan to escape from Saejima’s lips.
Majima hummed in delight at the response. ‘And the beige dress pants that scream old man?’ He enquired teasingly.
‘Camo cargo pants…ain’t exactly right for Hawaii weather either…’ He exhaled as Majima began tugging on his belt buckle and trousers as he continued kissing his upper body. The other man must have been fully aware at this point that Saejima’s cock was rapidly growing hard under his touch as his fingers danced seemingly deliberately close to his crotch as he fiddled with the clasp of the belt.
Majima stopped his ministrations for a moment to cackle at him. ‘Haw? Is that what ya usually wear? Heh guess business casual Saejima is best then.’ He snorted before resuming his work, pulling the belt free and casually unzipping Saejima’s pants to free his now fully erect cock from its cage.
‘...Ya didn’t complain about ma fashion sense…back in Japan.’ Saejima noted, struggling to form sentences as Majima sunk down in front of him, dragging his tongue down his chest as he went to settle in front of his dick on his knees.
‘Must have been more polite back then.’ Majima said before playfully flicking out his tongue over the tip of the engorged member.
‘And yer just full of manners now?’ Saejima’s eyes were half lidded as he watched Majima work underneath him.
‘Told ya, yer fun to tease, look yer cheeks are all red.’ Majima replied, looking up at him with a sly look in his eye. Before Saejima could reply, Majima opened his mouth and swallowed him whole.
Saejima let out a breath that he didn’t even realise he’d been holding.
‘Kyodai...’
Majima slapped his hip playfully, which Saejima assumed was a punishment for calling him kyodai but he didn’t care. In response, he knocked his pirate captain hat completely off his head and grabbed onto the short cropped black hair that he’d missed seeing and holding so much whenever they were intimate. It seemed that Majima didn’t mind either as the action earned him a pleasing hum that rumbled through his cock. His grip on Majima’s hair then allowed him to set the pace by gently tugging him backwards and forwards as he sucked on his cock.
Saejima tried to restrain himself from violently rocking the man's head back and forth on his dick. While he knew under normal circumstances, Majima had a penchant for a good face fucking, he felt that his kyodai needed more of his memories back before he really took advantage of him. Still the man below him had licked and guzzled him enthusiastically and Saejima didn’t need to provide much encouragement as his head bobbed continuously.
Instead he focused on the growing warmth and pleasure that was building in his gut. ‘Majima…I’m gonna…’ He gasped out.
At the moment, he’d expected Majima to pull back but instead the Captain shoved his head forward, trying to take him in as deep as possible. He locked eyes with Saejima and clearly something in Majima must have remembered how much he loved to deepthroat dick as the other man’s eye was full of lust. As Saejima hit the back of his throat, the combined look on Majima’s face and the sensation overtook him. He couldn’t hold on any longer as he threw his head back with closed eyes, exploding into Majima’s mouth with a moan.
He immediately slumped backwards on the desk, his hands leaving Majima’s hair and instead rushing behind him for support to prevent him from dropping to the floor. ‘....Didn’t have ta swallow.’ He said through barely open eyes as he glanced back down at Majima.
Majima was looking exceptionally pleased with himself as he casually wiped his mouth. ‘Nah, wanted to.’ He grinned devilishly as he picked his discarded hat from the floor and set it on the desk beside Saejima before leaning forward to bite his lip. ‘Yer a whole bag of fun to watch when ya get all flustered.’
Saejima grunted at him, slightly exasperated but the side of his mouth lifted in a smile at him nonetheless but Majima pulled away unexpectedly.
‘Anyway let me get the sofa bed out for ya.’ The other man said as he knelt by the sofa and pulled out the cushions with a metallic clunk as the mechanism snapped the mattress into place.
‘Haw?’ Saejima queried and stood more upright, suddenly becoming more of his surroundings. He had fully expected them to continue and meet Majima’s needs after that performance.
‘Ya can take the sofa bed.’ Majima repeated as he threw a near bare thread cotton sheet over the top of the makeshift bed. ‘I’ll grab one of the hammocks downstairs.’
‘Wait Majima…’ Saejima objected, confused at first until he recognised a pattern of behaviour in Majima that he’d seen before. Unconsciously, Majima was pushing him away so that he didn’t have to experience the pain of losing him as he had with others in his life before. Even without his memories, the trauma of those losses was so ingrained in his soul, something inside him was trying to protect him instinctively.
How did Saejima even begin to fight the combined anguish that losing Makoto, Mirei, Kiryu and even him at one point had placed on his kyodai? He only knew that he had to try.
He moved towards the sofa bed casually as if approaching a frightened and wounded animal, all the time fighting his overwhelming urge to draw the man into a bear hug and let him know he wasn’t going anywhere. To let him know that he was safe and that he could let him in again.
‘I know I’m a big guy but no reason we can’t share.’ He said, as he sat on the right hand side of the bed and patted the spot next to him.
Majima hesitated this time as he gripped the back of his neck, looking at his shoes. Saejima could almost hear the nervous anxiety that was likely filling his gut that Majima had told him would occasionally get to him whenever he was with someone in one of their more intimate moments. ‘Don’t wanna put ya out…’
‘Ya wouldn’t be.’ Saejima reassured him.
A moment of silence passed as Saejima tried his hardest to silently communicate his intentions to his sworn brother. Come on kyodai, I know you’re in there somewhere…He silently thought to himself.
Another moment passed before Majima gave a shrug. ‘Well alright but if ya snore I’ll stab ya in yer sleep ya hear me?’ He relented.
A sense of relief filled Saejima. ‘Ya always used to say sleepin next ta me was like having yer own heated blanket.’ He smirked.
‘Sounds like that’d be a pain in my ass in this weather but I’ll take it over sleeping in tha same room as Minami. Can ya believe tha’ guy sings in his sleep?’ Majima exclaimed as he shook off his dress coat and going to work on his getting off his trousers. Saejima couldn’t help but watch him a little hungry still for more intimacy as he finally tugged them down revealing taut muscled legs and a pair of black boxer shorts, his tattoos, ever visible beneath them.
As he got closer to the bed and sat down on edge, Saejima could tell he was still semi-hard. ‘Ya want me ta take care of that fer ya?’ He asked without even thinking.
Majima swung his legs into the bed. ‘Couldn’t ask ya ta do that for a stranger…I’ll be fine.’ He gestured dismissively.
‘Funny, ya didn’t seem too bothered ‘bout askin a stranger if ya could suck ‘em off earlier.’ Saejima said, pointing out the obvious hypocrisy.
‘Hey now, a captain’s got serve his crew as much as tha other way ‘round.’ Majima replied as he lay his head back on the sofa cushion next to him, immediately turning on his side so that his erection wasn’t facing in Saejima’s direction.
Saejima leaned over him ‘Well then let me serve ya.’ He crooned in his ear. Not waiting to see if Majima would protest, Saejima threw his left hand over Majima and delved into his boxer shorts, wrapping his hand around his kyodai’s hardened cock. ‘No argurin’ ya hear?’
‘Oi…’ Majima gave a gentle huff of annoyance but didn’t object beyond that.
‘Ya was never good at taking care of yerself.’ Saejima whispered again into his ear as he began kissing his neck and tightened his grip on his cock although deliberately not moving it at this point. ‘Always needed me to help ya out.’
‘...Get on wit’ it would ya.’ Majima’s breath hitched as Saejima continued to grip him him.
Saejima hummed and laughed gently at the clearly fake irritation on display before he started to move his hand up and down the shaft of his kyodai’s dick. He felt Majima almost buckle with his relief as he started to pleasure him diligently.
‘Sae..Saejima.’ Majima sighed out as he pushed his body backwards into Saejima’s to be closer to him.
‘Like hearing my name on yer mouth.’ Saejima muttered huskily at him. ‘Ya can call me Taiga if ya want.’
‘We on…first name terms now?’ Somehow Majima couldn’t resist the opportunity to make a joke. ‘When’s ta wedding?’
At the provocation, Saejima picked up the pace watching as the man writhed even more underneath his touch. He really had missed this. The little moans, the way he arched his back and how he tried to deny he was getting turned on like it was some sort of weakness. A weakness that he could only share between them in moments like this. After a few more minutes, he began to feel his sworn brother tense beneath him and the muscle in his hand stiffened.
‘...kyodai.’ A tiny whisper slipped out of Majima’s mouth as he came hard, his body shaking. Saejima continued to pump him gently as he came undone beneath him and wetness covered his fingers.
They lay together with Saejima laying wet kisses over the back of Majima’s neck again and stroking his back in the way he used to when they were together in their shared apartment with Yasuko, Majima’s penthouse apartment in Kamurucho or even, their dingy little fish shack out in the sticks. All those moments of intimacy that happened during those brief periods in between the shit hitting the fan as it always did for ex-yakuza like them. Right then, it was like nothing had changed. That everything was as it was before Majima had left him.
The Tiger of Tojo then gave the Mad Dog of Shimano one last kiss before he then turned around to fish out some pocket tissues from his discarded trousers. Wordlessly he placed them next to Majima’s head, who at first still had his good eye closed before the motion next to his head caused him to open it and grab at the tissues.
‘Er thanks fer that.’ He said shyly but sincerely as he cleaned himself up. ‘Don’t get many opportunities fer relief out here.’
Saejima was staring back at him affectionately. ‘Ya know ya called me kyodai at the end there.’
‘What?’ Majima turned his head to look at him directly with genuine confusion on his face.
‘Ya called me kyodai...’ He repeated.
‘Don’t start with this whole bro thing again. Yer imagin’ things.’ Majima swatted at Saejima dismissively before turning away and closing his good eye to go to sleep. ‘Go ta sleep before I kick ya out of my bed!’
Saejima rolled over on the sofa bed and smiled to himself. His kyodai was definitely in there somewhere. He just had to work out how to bring him out. Maybe doing more ‘stuff’ would help.