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The winter of 2010 was harsher than usual in Kamurocho, even for December. Majima Goro jammed his hands into the pockets of his snakeskin jacket as he walked, holding it close to his body while still appearing casual and unaffected. No one who passed him on the busy streets would assume he was twenty minutes away from freezing his balls off.
Cold as it was, there was no time to go home and change. Kiryu-chan was in town.
Thankfully, the Poppo had their heat cranked. If Majima were in less of a hurry, he’d meander through the aisles hoping to melt the block of ice that was his torso. Instead he left quickly, with an envelope full of cash from the ATM, a bag full of snacks, and a small cup of stale coffee. The cold felt even worse once he was back outside, but Majima refused to let his discomfort show.
There was an abundance of adult toy stores in Kamurocho, but only a handful which actually catered to children. Good thing Majima knew this town better than anybody. How old was Haruka now, anyway? Hopefully not too old for stuffed animals, because it was close enough to Christmas that there weren’t many options left.
The giant grey teddy bear felt like a fur coat against his chest. Majima got a couple of weird looks, but no more than usual. A lower level grunt in a flashy suit gawked at him, so Majima shot him a maniacal grin. The young man turned on his heels and ran in the opposite direction.
Majima chuckled to himself. Still got it.
His next stop was the nicest specialty liquor store in town, which just happened to be in his territory. The owner was a decent guy, and old enough to know how to behave when it came to collections. He greeted Majima with open arms and handed over a damn good bottle of whisky at a steep discount. He also let Majima dispose of his nasty coffee.
Finally, Majima was ready. He was just far enough away from the hotel district to warrant taking a cab, and it didn’t take him long to find one. The drive was short, but the heated car was enough to make him feel more like a person and less like an ice cube in leather pants.
Unfortunately, the second Majima left the taxi, A freezing wind slapped him in the face, draining every bit of warmth back out of him. This time he couldn’t help but grimace and hurry inside.
Soft piano played Silent Night in the lobby of one of the classier hotels in this part of town. Christmas trees with white lights stood on either side of the front desk, but that wasn’t his destination. As he passed an enormous vase filled with fresh flowers, Majima plucked a white rose and tucked it into the thick ribbon around the teddy bear’s neck, then strode into the elevator before anyone could tell him to stop. Majima double-checked the room number on his phone before hitting the button for the eighth floor.
There was no reason to hesitate at the door to Kiryu’s room, but Majima paused. They hadn’t seen each other since last spring, on the day Saejima was made patriarch. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but it was tense as all hell. Through it all, Kiryu looked like he couldn’t wait to leave, and after everything that had happened between him and Daigo before that, Majima couldn’t blame him.
There was a moment though, at the very beginning, when Kiryu had stepped out of the car with Saejima. Majima could’ve sworn Kiryu was happy to see him. Majima knew more than anybody that a half-smile from Kiryu Kazuma was the same as a full, dazzling grin from the average man. Would he smile like that now, or just be pissed that Majima had shown up out of the blue.
Fuck it, Majima thought. No sense standing around waiting to find out. He knocked on the door, and held the teddy bear’s face in front of the peephole.
After a moment, the peephole darkened. “Who is it?” A barely audible voice asked. Must be a strong door.
“Room service, Kiryu-chan!” Majima answered in a loud, sing-song voice, moving the bear’s head in time with his words.
A pause, then the door unlocked and opened. There stood Kiryu, perfect as ever. The usual grey suit was replaced by black sweatpants and a well-worn grey tee shirt. A couple of wisps of hair had fallen down over his forehead, which didn’t usually happen until well into a fight. Damn. Better than perfect.
“Majima no nii-san,” Kiryu said with a slight nod of his head. He looked between the bear and Majima, and his ever-furrowed brow relaxed. “Is that for me?”
Majima was taken aback. Out of all the responses he expected, that wasn’t even close. “It’s for yer little gal. The store just closed, but I can get ya a matching one tomorrow if you’re jealous.”
The hint of a smile tugged at Kiryu’s lips, and Majima had to smile back, especially after Kiryu backed up to let him inside.
“Nice place, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said, strolling in to inspect his surroundings. The room wasn’t huge, but bigger than he expected Kiryu to be able to afford. There were two queen beds against one wall, a large flatscreen TV mounted on the other, and a couch in between. On the coffee table in front of the couch was a large pizza with one slice missing, and a can of cheap beer.
Majima took a second look around the room. “Where’s Haruka-chan?”
“At Sunflower Orphanage. Why are you here, Nii-san?”
“The real question is, why didn’t ya tell me you were in town?”
“We only got here yesterday. And I did-”
“And why’s Haruka back at the orphanage? You aren’t tryin’ to give her back, are ya?”
“What? Of course not. She has friends there and they invited her to stay the night. I’m picking her up tomorrow.” Kiryu looked Majima up and down. “You look cold.”
Without waiting for a response, Kiryu walked past him towards what had to be the bathroom.
A large blanket had been pulled off the nearest bed and onto the couch. Majima went over to the second, untouched bed and sat the teddy bear up against the pillows, positioning the rose so it looked like it was being held between the large fuzzy paws.
Majima could feel Kiryu walking up behind him, and when he turned around, his eyebrows rose. Kiryu was holding out a large white hotel robe. Majima took it, and even through the leather of his gloves he could tell it was exceptionally soft. “I guess this means you’re lettin’ me stick around for now?”
“Heh, yeah. So long as you don’t start a fight, you can stay.”
“Cross my heart, Kiryu-chan,” Majima promised. “Here, Santa got ya somethin’.”
Majima held out his plastic Poppo bag to Kiryu, and in exchange, he received a pair of plastic-wrapped hotel slippers that matched the ones Kiryu was wearing.
Majima was directed to a closet near the front door. He might not have made a promise to not fight a few years ago, but that was then, this was now, and anyway, he’d be an idiot to turn down this opportunity. It didn’t mean he’d gone soft.
It took time to peel the leather gloves and frozen snakeskin off his body, but after they were hung up and replaced by the robe, Majima let out an involuntary sigh and closed his eye. The densely plush robe felt like a full-body hug. The slippers were also soft against his freezing feet. When he turned back, Kiryu was frowning at the envelope full of bills.
“There’s way too much cash here. I can’t accept this,” Kiryu said.
Majima expected that response. “‘Course ya can. You’ve got a house full of kids to look after, don’t ya? Just make sure to spend some on yourself. Get some new tiny little car parts or somethin’.”
There was a spark of interest in Kiryu’s eyes when Majima mentioned his beloved Pocket Circuit parts, but he still hesitated, “But why?”
Majima scoffed. “Cause I can, Kiryu-chan! Now shuddup and stuff it in yer wallet. Did ya see the bottle?”
“Uh, yeah.” Kiryu put the cash back in the bag and pulled out the whisky. “I’ve never heard of this brand.”
“It’s Scottish. Supposed to be pretty good.”
The scotch whisky was supposed to be a hell of a lot better than pretty good, but if Majima said that out loud he’d have to deal with another round of Kiryu trying to refuse the gift, and he’d agreed not to start a fight. Even a boring fight about money.
Kiryu looked between the bag of snacks and the bottle. “Are you hungry, Nii-san? The pizza’s still warm, and we could…h-have a glass of this.”
What was that little pause? Obligation? Uncertainty? Majima’s gut told him it was nervousness, but that couldn’t be right. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to say no. “Sure, Kiryu-chan. All booze goes good with pizza.”
Kiryu nodded, “I guess that’s true.”
Kiryu found plates, glasses, and ice from the mini-fridge. It was a much warmer welcome than Majima expected, and he told himself to stay calm and not ruin it.
After Kiryu had set everything on the coffee table, Majima pushed his robe aside to take his dagger out from the back of his pants and set it down near the pizza box. Kiryu tensed at the sight of it, but relaxed again when Majima sat down next to him on the couch.
“You won’t need that,” Kiryu said, “the pizza’s already cut.”
Majima chuckled, “Since when are you such a joker, Kiryu-chan?”
“Heh, I don’t know.”
He passed Majima the blanket, then opened the bottle. Majima would usually have shrugged and said he didn’t need a damn blanket, but this night was already unusual, and his extremities still stung from the cold. He gathered the blanket around himself and took another deep breath.
He was about to say he didn’t want ice, but he was too fixated on the motion of Kiryu’s hands to care. Kiryu’s incredible strength flowed through even the smallest of gestures, like pouring two generous glasses of whisky. In the early years, Majima used to think he was showing off specifically to get under his skin, but it turned out that was just how Kiryu moved. It was easy to see why people fell for him wherever he went.
Majima closed his eye for a second. He still couldn’t figure out why Kiryu was being so welcoming. “How many of those beers have ya had?”
Kiryu handed him a glass. “Just that one. Why, do I look drunk?”
“No, but ya do look weirdly happy.”
They clinked glasses together and took a drink. Kiryu pulled the pizza box closer and they each took a slice.
“I am happy,” Kiryu said, as if he just realized that himself. “I haven’t been in Kamurocho for years without being involved with some problem with the Tojo Clan. Not since I got out of prison,” Kiryu explained. “This visit’s been a lot less stressful. You’ve met Akiyama, right, Nii-san?”
“The loan shark? Yeah, our paths crossed,” Majima said, not bothering to hide his distain. Akiyama was the sleazy fuck who thought he was in love with Yasuko. As if he were in any way good enough for her. If he’d given her what she’d asked for instead of making her play his degrading little games, then maybe…
Majima’s jaw clenched. It hadn’t even been a year since Yasuko was killed, and the wound still felt fresh. He didn’t want to think about that now. Especially after the awful week he’d just had.
Kiryu had taken a bite of pizza, seemingly oblivious to Majima’s anger. “Akiyama’s company, Sky Finance, just became an official sponsor of both Morning Glory and Sunflower Orphanage.” He paused to chew. “We went to Sunflower with him and his assistant a couple of hours ago to deliver the good news. He also got us this room upgrade when we got here last night.”
Majima nodded. Kiryu might kick him out if he started badmouthing his rich buddy, so he tried to let it go. The pizza was warm and just the right level of greasy, and the whisky was strong and, despite the ice, felt even warmer. Majima leaned back against the couch cushions and focused on Kiryu.
It was always easy to focus on Kiryu, who managed to look good even when he was stuffing his face with cheese and pepperoni. After he’d finished his slice, Kiryu wiped his hands and gave Majima a serious look. “Date told me about Saejima going back to prison.”
Majima had only taken three bites of pizza, but he suddenly lost his appetite. That had been happening a lot lately. “Yeah, a week ago today. I tried to talk him out of it, but nothin’ stops Saejima Taiga when his mind’s made up. Sound familiar?”
Kiryu nodded. “How long is he in for?”
“Three years if he’s on his best behaviour, but it ain’t gonna be easy. He’s the perfect target for young fucks who wanna prove they can take down a big guy. Told him that, but it didn’t matter.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Majima replied. “Ain’t nothin’ to do with you.”
After a pause, Kiryu spoke again. “I know it’s not the same, but I know what it’s like to lose a brother.”
“Shit, Kiryu-chan, you aren’t bein’ so nice to me out of pity, are ya? Cause I can’t handle that. I’ll jump right out the window, and then you’ll have to pay for the robe, and it doesn’t feel cheap.”
“Heh, no. No pity. But I…” Kiryu paused again. Majima could see the gears turning in Kiryu’s head, eyebrows at maximum furrow, then his expression relaxed. “It’s just good to see you.”
Majima searched Kiryu’s face for any sign of pity or condescension, but those big puppy dog eyes just looked almost unbearably kind. Between the robe, the blanket, and the drink, Majima was finally defrosting, but he still couldn’t fully relax. Not while Kiryu was sitting so close and being so nice. Suspiciously nice.
“It feels like somebody’s gonna jump out and stab us,” Majima said.
“What? Why?” Kiryu leaned forward like he was worried that Majima was the one about to do the stabbing.
“Easy, Kiryu-chan, I wasn’t serious. But it’s weird, right? When have we ever just kicked back like this?”
Kiryu leaned back against the couch again. “Hmm, there was that time we did karaoke together.”
“Yeah, four years ago.”
“Hmm, right. I didn’t think you liked just taking it easy.”
Majima took a sip of his mostly empty drink to buy himself time to think. “Hey, fightin’ is fun and all, but I can’t say I hate this.” He held up the glass to examine the intricate crystal design, but he could feel Kiryu’s eyes on him.
“The next time I’m in town, I’ll make sure you know as soon as I land.”
That didn’t ease any of Majima’s suspicions. “You do that.”
“Heh, I know you’ll always figure out I’m here anyway. Calling just saves you a step.”
Majima chuckled. “That’s right. Lemme give ya my number.”
“I have your number, but when I tried to call yesterday it said it was out of service.”
“You tried to call? Why didn’t ya say so?”
Kiryu just shrugged, confusing Majima all the more. “Is this it?” Kiryu asked, holding his phone out
“Nah, that number’s three phones ago. I gotta dig into this one to find my number. Just a sec.”
“You should know your own number,” Kiryu said as Majima looked through his own phone.
“I’ve only had this one for a couple of months. I had to smash one the day I got arrested, and the one after that broke when I fell on it. Now Saejima and I have matchin’ phones, not that he ever used his.” Majima downed the rest of his whisky. What the hell was he saying? He did not want to talk about Saejima. He entered his number into Kiryu’s phone and passed it back
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Kiryu asked.
Majima looked at Kiryu. Another little piece of hair had fallen down over his forehead. Had he ever seen Kiryu look so comfortable? Maybe once, in that karaoke room years ago, but that was different. Kiryu hadn’t looked as happy then. Don’t ruin this, Goro, he reminded himself.
“What kinda movie?”
“I don’t know, an action movie?” Kiryu asked, looking at the pay-per-view screen.
“Action, huh? What kind of action are we talkin’, Kiryu-chan?” Majima asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively and throwing his own advice in the trash.
“The n-normal kind,” Kiryu said, still staring straight ahead. “Like this one.”
Majima looked at what he’d picked, an old martial arts flick from the 60s. “Great. Exactly the kind I was thinkin’ of.” Kiryu turned to him, confused, and Majima had to laugh. “Aw, Kiryu-chan, I couldn’t help it. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Kiryu’s eyes widened and he looked away. Dammit, Goro! He was getting too comfortable, and the whisky hadn’t even kicked in. This night could get dangerously honest if he weren’t careful.
Kiryu hit play, and Majima managed to hold his tongue for the first five minutes. The wire effects of the old action movie were outdated and ridiculous, and soon they were both criticizing the over-dramatic script, and laughing at the impractical fighting techniques. This was fun. It was something they had in common, and Majima’s mouth wasn’t getting in his way.
The biggest obstacle now was watching the movie instead of Kiryu. He was so close, and looked so at ease that it was impossible not to stare. Majima leaned towards Kiryu’s side of the couch and grabbed one of the shrimp crackers he’d brought from the Poppo. Out of the corner of his eye, Kiryu grew tense.
“Easy, Kiryu-chan. I told ya I wasn’t here for a fight.”
“I know. I’m fine.”
Majima knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help himself. He ate the cracker, then moved a little closer. “Fine? You’re tellin’ me this isn’t makin’ ya uncomfortable?”
“No,” Kiryu said, staring at him with that steely gaze. Majima felt goosebumps that had nothing to do with being cold.
Majima moved even closer, just short of their shoulders touching. “Oh yeah? How ‘bout now?”
“N-no.”
“Bullshit, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said with a grin. The same grin that had scared off that grunt earlier. He was sure he was going to get his ass thrown out into the cold for this, but Majima tempted fate one last time and leaned in even further.
If this was a game of chicken, Kiryu had to know he wouldn’t win, right? So why was he still playing along? They were so close now. Kiryu didn’t say anything, but he did break eye contact.
Okay, enough. Any further and he’d be feeling the same crushing disappointment he always felt when Kiryu left town. He was about to return to his side of the couch when he froze. Was it wishful thinking or was Kiryu staring at his lips?
Slowly, knowing one wrong move would break the spell, Majima ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Kiryu’s eyes followed the motion. Majima watched, spellbound, when Kiryu’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Holy shit.
Before Majima could even try to move away, his arm was grabbed, and suddenly Kiryu’s lips were against his. Shocked as he was, Majima didn’t waste a second and eagerly returned the kiss.
Kiryu shocked him again by opening his mouth first. His tongue met Majima’s as his hand cradled the back of his head. Joy was too casual a word. Majima had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Kiryu, and he’d made the first move?
While running his fingers along the short, fuzzy hair of Majima’s undercut, Kiryu pulled back enough to look into his eye. “You’re still cold, Nii-san.”
“Not half as cold as I was,” Majima said in a low voice, “but if you’re offerin’ to warm me up, I won’t say no.”
Instead of answering, Kiryu pulled Majima, side-saddle, into his lap. When Majima squeezed his bicep, Kiryu looked at him so warmly that he was almost melted into a puddle.
“Are ya sure ya ain’t drunk, Kiryu-chan?” Majima asked, unable to contain a nervous laugh. He touched Kiryu’s cheek and searched his face for more information. “This ain’t gonna be some big regret later?”
Kiryu met Majima’s eye with a look of determination. “No,” he said, “the regret always happens when I don’t kiss you.”
A thrill shot through Majima like a bolt of lightning. “Kiryu-chan,” he whispered, pushing the loose strands of hair back from Kiryu’s forehead, “you wanted this too?”
Shut yer trap, Goro! He’d wanted Kiryu for nearly two decades, why was he questioning a good thing? The first and only good thing that had happened since his sworn brother willingly locked himself back behind bars.
Kiryu touched the soft robe over Majima’s chest, his thumb moving along his uncovered sternum. “I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he said, his lip tugging into the exact smile Majima had been hoping to see when he’d knocked on the door. “I should have told you sooner.”
Majima smiled back. “Kiss me again.”
“Heh, okay.”
There was no hesitation in this kiss. Majima could feel the same pent-up energy he always felt when they fought, and it was making him giddy. Kiryu wanted him! He threw both arms around Kiryu’s neck, and the rumble of approval that came from Kiryu sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
Kiryu broke the kiss and grabbed Majima into a crushingly tight hug. “Stay with me tonight, Nii-san.”
Majima nodded against the side of Kiryu’s head, that thrill growing stronger with every minute. “There’s no way I’d say no, but you knew that, didn’t ya, Kiryu-chan?”
“No,” Kiryu said, releasing his grip so he could look Majima in the eye, “I hoped, and well, the way we fought sometimes made me wonder, but no, I didn’t know for sure.”
Majima cupped his cheek. “And now?”
He was graced with another of Kiryu’s gorgeous smiles, “Heh, now I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
“Just pretty good, Kiryu-chan? Sounds like ya need more convincing.” Majima swung his leg over Kiryu and straddled him. Kiryu was staring at his chest, so Majima lowered his robe halfway down his shoulders. Kiryu’s strong hands were immediately against his skin.
“I’ve always wanted a closer look at these tattoos,” Kiryu murmured. His fingertips trailed over the snakes and flowers inked into Majima’s chest and arms, then he kissed Majima’s collarbone. “They’re beautiful.”
Majima was speechless as he watched Kiryu lick along the edge of the ink near his heart, then cover his chest with open-mouthed kisses.
From the day they’d met, Majima had suspected that there was a wealth of passion under all that stern stoicism, but he wasn’t expecting to get a taste of it tonight. He definitely wasn’t expecting Kiryu to get a taste of him. “Kiryu-chan,” Majima moaned, digging his fingers into Kiryu’s shoulder when Kiryu sucked on his nipple. “Your mouth is so hot.”
Kiryu looked up at him and actually smirked. Majima’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t sure he’d survive this night, but if he didn’t, he knew he’d die happy.
He pushed Kiryu against the couch and attacked his mouth with his own, squeezing his legs on either side of Kiryu’s hips as the kiss deepened. Kiryu’s hands ran down his back, but the robe was so thick that Majima could barely feel the hands on his ass. Something had to be done about that.
“Majima,” Kiryu said, turning his head away to catch his breath. “Your skin’s still cold. Let me get you under the covers.”
“Ya read my mind. Warm me up, Kiryu-chan.”
Majima didn’t mention that the source of his new wave of goosebumps was Kiryu’s voice so close to his ear. Instead he got up and pulled Kiryu to his feet. They stared at each other for a moment, then their lips crashed together once more. Majima gripped Kiryu’s tee shirt as Kiryu’s hands combed through his hair.
Kiryu walked them backwards over to his bed, holding Majima by the front of his robe. He let go with one hand to pull back the sheets, then Majima eagerly helped him remove his tee shirt.
“You’ve got one hell of a body,” Majima said. He took a step back and let the robe fall to the floor without taking his eye off of Kiryu’s bare chest.
“So do you,” Kiryu replied, pulling him close by the belt loops. “Can I take these off?”
“You can do anything you want, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said, enraptured by the display of tanned muscles in front of him.
Kiryu nodded, looking him over as his brow furrowed, his hands on Majima’s belt. “Hmm…”
Majima chuckled. “After all those pretty words, now you’re unsure?”
“N-no,” Kiryu said quickly. Majima studied his face. It wasn’t uncertainty, it was nervousness.
“First time dealin’ with leather pants?”
Kiryu gave a short nod.
“It’s nothin’ you can’t handle, Kiryu-chan. I’ll help ya every step of the way,”
Kiryu kissed him instead of replying, pressing their bare chests together. The kiss was heated, but Kiryu’s hands ran over his skin tenderly. Majima couldn’t remember the last time anyone had held him with such care. He wasn’t sure anyone ever had.
After that dizzying kiss, Kiryu’s hands returned to Majima’s belt and undid it. Majima knew this wasn’t the part he needed help with, but put his hands over Kiryu’s anyway, guiding his movements. They unzipped the pants, then Majima moved Kiryu’s hands to his hips where they pulled the pants down till the leather stuck around Majima’s knees.
Without warning, Kiryu tossed Majima onto the bed, then grabbed his legs. The bed was taller than most, so it wasn’t a far fall, but the shock of being tossed had Majima giddy with laughter. From his back, watched Kiryu wrestle with the leather till they were finally free of his legs. Fucking adorable.
“See? Nothin’ to worry about,” Majima said.
Kiryu held onto his right leg, then touched the top of his sock. “Do you want these off or is it too cold?”
“Up to you, Kiryu-chan. It’s your back I’m about to wrap my legs around.”
“Heh, I’ll risk it.”
That giddy feeling was only getting stronger as Kiryu removed Majima’s socks one by one. Majima, lying sideways with his legs hanging over the side of the bed, reached out. “C’mere.”
It was a powerful feeling, having Kiryu follow his directions while wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a smile. Kiryu leaned over Majima, who pushed himself up enough to capture his lips again. Kiryu pressed him down to the bed, holding both hands on either side of Majima’s head, intertwining their fingers.
A low moan came from Kiryu as Majima squeezed his legs around him. Through the thin black sweatpants, there was no second-guessing whether Kiryu wanted him now. Majima squeezed Kiryu’s hands and moaned directly into his mouth.
As reluctant as he was to let go, Majima released his grip. He needed Kiryu’s whole body in bed with him. Kiryu broke the kiss and looked at him questioningly. How the hell could someone be so hot and so cute at the same time? Majima moved over and held the sheets up. Kiryu was about to climb into bed when Majima held up a hand.
“Ditch the sweats first. I need that skin-to-skin body heat if I’m gonna get warmed up.”
Even if Kiryu still felt nervous, it was obvious how proud he was of his body. He tugged on the drawstring of his sweatpants, and had to push them down over his ass before they fell to the floor. To Majima’s great delight, he was completely bare underneath, and ooh Kiryu really did have a lot to be proud of. Majima forgot his original plan and crawled to the edge of the bed.
“I knew it,” Majima breathed, moving his hand flat against Kiryu’s abdomen and down his body, “perfect from head to toe.” He took hold of his dick, semi-hard already.
“Majima,” Kiryu said, his voice deep and sexy, sending a shudder through both of them.
Majima put his other hand on Kiryu’s thigh and moved him till he was standing right up against the bed. When Majima looked up, Kiryu was staring at him with such burning intensity that Majima was surprised he hadn’t burst into flames. He extended his tongue and swiped it over the tip.
Kiryu hissed and grabbed Majima’s shoulders for balance. Majima pressed a kiss against the head, which pulsed in his hand. It was tempting to tease him, to draw this out for as long as he could, but right now his goal was to get rid of any last bit of Kiryu’s nervousness, and he decided the best way to do that was to wrap his lips around his hardening shaft and grope his ass.
Majima slid his tongue along the underside of Kiryu’s dick, and the grip on his shoulders tightened. As Majima continued to bob his head, pulling him further into his mouth, Kiryu’s breathy little moans made him rub himself against the mattress.
“Let me…” Kiryu started, already breathing hard. “I want to lie down.”
Majima released him, and pulled on his arm as Kiryu joined him on the bed. “Anything you want, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu smirked again and kissed Majima’s open mouth, settling on his side facing him. “I want to see all of you,” Kiryu said. He touched the waistband of Majima’s briefs, then palmed his groin. “I’m taking these off.”
“Do it,” said Majima. He angled his hips up so Kiryu could pull his underwear off and away. Kiryu touched Majima’s hipbone, then ran his fingers through his trimmed pubic hair, and finally down to hold the base of his dick, his hand firm but still so tender. Majima let his head hit the pillow again as Kiryu explored his body.
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re so hard,” Kiryu said. “I like that.”
“I get hard just thinkin’ ‘bout ya, Kiryu-chan.”
“Oh?” Kiryu asked, with slow, firm pumps of his hand.
“It’s a…real problem,” Majima replied, reaching for Kiryu. He cupped Kiryu’s balls, then touched his shaft, which was still damp from his own mouth. “You got no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“I know now. I can feel it,” Kiryu said. He bucked his hips forward, “Can you feel it too?”
Majima tightened his grip, and Kiryu groaned. Nothing about this night was expected, but Kiryu being talkative was a wonderful surprise. “‘Course I feel it, Kiryu-chan.” He hooked a leg over Kiryu, pulling himself right against his body.
The second that Majima held their dicks alongside each other, Kiryu gasped and bucked forward into his hand. “Majima,” he whispered against his lips. He held his hand next to Majima’s so they could move in unison while their legs rubbed together. Kiryu kept kissing him like he couldn’t get enough, and the emotion behind those kisses was overwhelming.
“Are ya gonna fuck me, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu’s body reacted strongly, and Majima couldn’t help letting out a wicked laugh. To his shock, the laugh affected Kiryu almost as strongly.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Majima said.
“Yes, Nii-san.”
Majima smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any lube, do ya? You feel fuckin’ great, but too much dry rubbin’ like this and we’ll start a campfire.”
“Well, you did want me to warm you up.”
“Hee-hee, you’re full of surprises tonight, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said. “I’ll find somethin’ around here to make it work. I ain’t goin’ out in the cold to get some now.”
Kiryu kissed his cheek. “You’re not going anywhere. I, uh, have some.”
Majima pulled back and grinned. “Do ya really?” Kiryu looked away, but Majima grabbed his face and turned it back, “Oh no, ya can’t get embarrassed on me now, Kiryu-chan. Not when you’re holdin’ the goods.”
Kiryu chuckled and squeezed his hand tighter around both of them, making Majima’s head fall back. Kiryu leaned in, trailing kisses from his jaw to his earlobe, moving his hand slowly over both of their dicks. “I don’t get a lot of alone time,” he murmured, giving Majima another wave of goosebumps, “so I picked up a bottle for myself after I bought the pizza. Stay here, Nii-san. I’ll get it.”
Majima couldn’t let him go without kissing him again. Kiryu lingered, leaning into the kiss and letting Majima suck on his bottom lip. It felt so intense, and so natural, like they’d been kissing each other forever. Majima bit down on that delicious bottom lip and found himself pulled back by the hair. He expected to see anger on Kiryu’s face, but instead he saw that heated expression that made his dick twitch in anticipation.
“Stay here,” Kiryu repeated, his hand gently cradling the back of Majima’s head for a moment before he let him go.
“You are so sexy,” Majima said with a sigh, collapsing against the pillow. He lazily tugged at himself as Kiryu looked through a leather duffle bag with his back turned.
“Stand up straight, Kiryu-chan, show me that full dragon.”
Kiryu did as instructed while he fiddled with the plastic packaging on the lubricant bottle. Majima burned with arousal as he stared. The fierce dragon extended lower than he expected, and he appreciated how the left claw was accentuated by the curve of Kiryu’s ass.
“What a work of art.” Majima groaned. Kiryu turned around and raised his eyebrows when he saw that Majima was touching himself. “And this side’s a fuckin’ masterpiece.”
“Heh, and you…” Kiryu started, climbing back into bed. He sat up against the headboard and pillows. “I wish I was better with words so I could tell you what this means to me.”
“Show me. I don’t need words.”
Kiryu nodded, “Okay.” He pulled Majima up and into his lap like he had on the couch. Kiryu squeezed lube into his hand, warming it before taking hold of Majima’s shaft, pumping his hand in a steady rhythm while his other hand snaked under his leg to gently massage his balls and the tender skin below.
“Ah, fuck,” Majima moaned. Their kisses growing more frantic as he writhed in Kiryu’s lap, pressing his ass down against Kiryu’s erection.
If it wasn’t their first time together, Majima would have stayed just like that, but soon, he broke the kiss. “Wait, wait a sec,” he said breathlessly, holding Kiryu’s wrist still. He could see the concern in Kiryu’s big, pretty eyes. “You’re too good at that, Kiryu-chan, and there’s more I wanna do tonight.”
He pushed Kiryu down on his back and straddled him. Kiryu looked away, swallowing hard. When he looked back, his brow was furrowed. “I’m going to need your help again, Nii-san.”
Majima nodded and leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of Kiryu’s head. He could tell Kiryu was fighting against embarrassment again, and he bit his tongue to keep from teasing him. “I’ll get myself ready. Don’t ya worry.”
“No, I w-want to help, so I know how to do it next time.”
Majima felt a lump in his throat. This night was giving him a bad case of emotional whiplash. From sincerity, to jokes, to unearthing deep feelings from which he might never recover. Of all the ways he’d imagined getting Kiryu into bed, this night was somehow everything and nothing like what he’d expected. “Next time? I like the sound of that.”
Kiryu let Majima take his hand, guiding it around his body. He made Kiryu slap his ass cheek first, to turn that serious expression back into a smile. He could get off just by looking at that smile.
“Touch me, Kiryu.”
Kiryu nodded, and his lube-slick fingers explored, his thumb running down the inner line of his inked skin. Majima moved up so Kiryu could better reach his ass.
“That’s good,” Majima breathed when Kiryu’s finger gently caressed the sensitive skin around his hole. “Real fuckin’ good.”
“C-can I see?”
Majima nodded. He stayed on his hands and knees as Kiryu crawled behind him, rubbing more lube between his fingers. The touch was hesitant at first, almost too soft. With anyone else, Majima would be ordering them to get on with it, but this was Kiryu. Kiryu Kazuma could do anything he wanted.
“Your tattoos really are beautiful,” Kiryu said, finally pressing one finger inside. Majima took a deep breath, but Kiryu was treating him with such care that there was no discomfort at all. He moved his finger in and out carefully as his other hand ran over Majima’s back like he was caressing the face of his Hannya.
Majima looked back and smiled. “I had it ah, touched up in February.”
“It suits you, Nii-san. It’s sexy.”
Majima laughed, that giddy feeling returning. He didn’t want to rush Kiryu, but the anticipation was killing him. “I need more, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu slowly added a second finger, opening him up following the instructions Majima gave him. When Majima declared himself ready, Kiryu knelt behind him, rubbing himself against Majima’s ass. “Come on, Kiryu-chan, you said you wanted me. Take me.”
Kiryu breached him slowly, gently, but his hands, which rested on Majima’s hips, squeezed hard. Majima gasped and swore, then pushed his ass back. “Fuck, you’re big, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu pulled almost all the way out, and thrust again, further in this time, keeping his tight grip on Majima’s hips. He let out a shuddering breath, which made Majima moan. This continued till Kiryu went so deep that their bodies were right against each other.
“Turn over. I need to see your face,” Kiryu ordered. His hesitation was gone, and as sweet as his nervousness had been, this was so much hotter.
Kiryu pulled out slowly and Majima let himself fall to the bed with a groan. He started to turn but was flipped over by strong hands, making him laugh again.
Kiryu grabbed Majima by the thighs, lined himself up, and thrust back inside. He leaned over Majima, bracing his arm next to Majima’s head. That fiery look was back in Kiryu’s eyes, so deeply arousing that Majima nearly came right then. He took a deep breath and wrapped his legs around Kiryu’s back, locking his ankles together around his waist.
“Yes,” Majima gasped after Kiryu adjusted the angle of his thrusts. “Yes! Right there.”
Kiryu drove into him faster now, and the rhythmic slap of bodies was loud. Majima craned his neck up just as Kiryu leaned down. Their teeth clacked together, but it barely registered next to the overwhelming ecstasy Majima was feeling. Kiryu jammed a hand between their bodies and held Majima’s dick again.
“You’re gonna make me cum so hard, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu smirked and licked at Majima’s lips. When Majima moaned in response, he held him even tighter. “Majima,” Kiryu grunted. He sped up again as Majima clawed at his back. It felt like one of their fights. Rough, passionate, and sexy as all hell.
“Don’t stop, Kiryu,” Majima begged. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Kiryu grunted in response. Majima matched each thrust as Kiryu’s deliciously brutal pace continued. It felt like an electric current of pleasure was shooting through his body, over and over.
“Nii-san,” Kiryu growled in his ear.
There was a high pitched whine, and only after it ended did Majima realize the sound came from him. He might have made a joke, but his mind went blank by the next thrust. His body shook and he was panting for air. Suddenly, he saw stars, and his orgasm overwhelmed him.
“Kiryu,” he moaned, splattering both their abdomens with hot cum. “Fuck, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu didn’t let up. As shockwaves still rippled through Majima’s body, a desperate whimper came from Kiryu’s open mouth.
“Gonna cum for me, Kiryu-chan?” Majima asked breathlessly.
Kiryu nodded. Majima pulled Kiryu’s hand off his dick and wiped it off on his chest. Kiryu’s arm circled around his back as he drove in hard and erratically, his face buried in Majima’s shoulder. Majima’s shaking legs never lost their grip around that gorgeous, inked dragon. He felt overstimulated, but he squeezed every one of his muscles around Kiryu, determined not to let go until he’d hit his peak. “Cum for me,” Majima said in his ear. “Fill me up, Kiryu-chan. I need it so bad.”
Kiryu’s roar was muffled by the pillow and Majima’s shoulder, but his climax shook them both like an earthquake. Majima held him close and finally, relaxed his legs. “You are fucking incredible,” he murmured in Kiryu’s ear. “I knew ya would be.”
Kiryu was still breathing hard, his mouth against Majima’s neck. He slowly pulled out but stayed where he was. Majima ran his hands over Kiryu’s back and closed his eyes, happy to hold him as long as he was allowed.
The moment was blissful, and Majima tried to stay in the present instead of dreading what came next. Kiryu had asked him to stay. Did that mean the whole night? Would he have to leave once Kiryu caught his breath?
He sighed when Kiryu began to press his lips against his throat. These soft kisses were so sweet Majima had to blink hard to keep the emotion from welling up.
“Thank you, Majima no nii-san,” Kiryu whispered.
Majima chuckled, “Ya don’t have to call me that, ya know.”
“I know,” Kiryu said, and kissed his neck again. “I’ve never gone…all out like that before. Did I hurt you?”
“No, Kiryu-chan, ya did everything right,” Majima sighed. “Warmed me right up.”
Kiryu propped himself up on his elbow and smiled. “I’ve never, I mean, it’s never-”
“It’s alright. When I asked if it was yer first time, I know we weren’t talkin’ about leather pants.”
Kiryu frowned, “I have had sex before.”
Majima chuckled, “I know, Kiryu-chan. Virgins don’t fuck like that. But this was yer first time with a…goatee, right?”
Kiryu smiled and touched his cheek, which looked slightly red from rubbing against Majima’s beard. “Right, but what I’m trying to say, is that it’s never felt this good before, not with anybody.”
“Oh,” Majima said, stunned once more, “in that case, right back atcha.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Kiryu kissed him yet again, then disappeared into the bathroom. Majima absentmindedly put his hand over his swollen lips and tried to keep his worries at bay. Sure Kiryu was all lovey-dovey now, but afterglow didn’t last forever, and good things never lasted long for Majima. Should he even bother hoping that this was enough to change anything?
Nobody goes around telling a casual hookup that they were the best they’d ever had, but Kiryu wasn’t nobody. He was honest and blunt, and even though he cared, he probably had no idea how much pain he caused every time he walked away. Majima sighed to himself. He should probably find his clothes and get out of here before Kiryu told him to go. It might hurt less that way.
He was about to move when the bathroom door opened and Kiryu appeared in another of the plush white bathrobes, towel in his hand. He picked a paper up off a table, then sat on the bed next to Majima.
“Here,” he said, first wiping Majima’s brow, then continuing down his body with the warm, damp towel. Majima’s plan went out the window. Every second of this meant too much to him to leave voluntarily.
Kiryu handed him the paper he’d picked up. Majima looked it over, and had to swallow hard. It was a room service order form, with a hook at the top so it could be hung on the outside of the door.
“I’m not picking Haruka up till ten o’clock tomorrow, so we’ll have some time. They have a lot of good breakfast options.”
To try to fight against how choked up he felt, Majima sat up, letting the towel rest over his junk. “I’m stayin’ for breakfast?”
Kiryu nodded like it was obvious, “Unless you’re too busy. I think they have a wake-up service if you need to be up earlier.”
Majima looked back at the menu and smiled. “I’m all yours.”
“Good,” Kiryu said, and kissed him softly on the lips. When he pulled back he looked concerned. “This looks, uh, loose,” he said, pointing at his own left eye.
“Oh, thanks,” Majima said, quickly adjusting his eyepatch.
“You could take it off if you wanted.”
Majima gasped dramatically. “On a first date? What am I, some kinda slut?”
“What? No.”
Majima laughed and kissed Kiryu’s cheek. His hair was back to its usual shape, and Majima couldn’t help pulling a lock of it back down over his forehead. “You’re so goddamn cute.”
Majima grabbed the other robe off the floor and hurried to the bathroom, leaving Kiryu to fix his hair. When he returned, Kiryu was back on the couch. Majima sat gingerly down beside him.
“I keep tellin’ myself not to jinx a good thing, Kiryu-chan, but I gotta ask. Why now?”
Kiryu took a second to think before he replied. “Like I said earlier, every time I’ve been in Kamurocho in the last five years, it’s because of a clan problem, and there’s been so much death. I’ve lost family, Haruka’s life has been in danger, and I’ve come close to being killed a few times over.”
“That’s Kamurocho for ya,” Majima replied sarcastically.
Kiryu took Majima’s hand in his own. “This is the first time I’ve been back here where I haven’t had to worry about any of that. I’ve been able to think about life and the future. With this Sky Finance sponsorship, I won’t need to worry about keeping my kids fed anymore, and…” He paused again, looking down at their joined hands. “For the first time in a long time, I’ve been thinking about what I want. Who I want. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Majima could barely believe what he was hearing. “So, I’m guessin’ this ain’t a drunken mistake?”
Kiryu took Majima’s head between his hands. “I am not drunk,” he said seriously, then smiled, not his usual half-smile either, but a full, shining smile. “How can I convince you?”
“Ya-,” Majima started, then had to clear the lump in his throat, “you just did.” He turned his head to kiss Kiryu’s palm. “It’s always been you, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu nodded, looking as emotional as Majima felt. At the same time, they leaned in close. This kiss felt important, a confirmation of everything they’d shared so far, and a promise of more to come. Their foreheads pressed together, and they grasped each other’s hands.
Majima never thought he’d feel this way with anyone. He’d tried, and came close a couple of times, but the connection had never felt anything close to this. He decided long ago he didn’t need any sappy shit in his life, but even just sitting here in Kiryu’s arms felt like heaven. Kiryu brought Majima’s hand to his lips and kissed each finger one-by-one.
“I ain’t gonna let ya get any sleep tonight, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said, touching Kiryu’s chest with his free hand. Kiryu hummed in approval and kissed him. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready for more.”
“We’ve got lots of time, Majima,” Kiryu replied. “Want another drink first?”
Every lingering concern faded away as Kiryu poured another round. He also handed Majima the plate with his uneaten piece of pizza, telling him he’d need his strength.
Majima’s face hurt from smiling as Kiryu pulled the blanket over both of them, wrapping his arm over Majima’s shoulders as they settled in comfortably,
The movie they’d been watching earlier had been paused, and before Kiryu hit play, he held up his glass. “To us,” he said.
Majima clinked their glasses together and clearly saw the same hope on Kiryu’s face as what he was currently feeling. “Yeah, Kiryu-chan. To us.”
~~~
Two days later, Kiryu stretched as much as he was able in his cramped airplane seat. There had been an hour delay on the runway, but the pilot finally announced that they were ready for take off.
Kiryu turned to his left. “Ready to go home, Haruka?”
Haruka nodded from behind the large teddy bear on her lap. “That was a great trip, Uncle Kaz, but I’m ready.” She patted the bear on the head and looked out the window to watch the plane as it sped along the runway.
Kiryu turned his head to his right. “How about you, Nii-san?”
Majima had been smiling all day. After a long night of deep feelings and pure debauchery, Majima had fallen asleep in Kiryu’s arms, and woke up to Kiryu bringing him breakfast in bed.
After Kiryu insisted that Majima borrow one of his shirts, they braved the cold and found a cab to go pick up Haruka. To Majima’s delight, she was genuinely happy to see him, and even gave him a hug. The three of them spent the day together doing whatever she wanted, which included a surprisingly good lunch at that back alley ramen shop, and a whole afternoon at the arcade.
It was Haruka’s idea to invite Majima back to Okinawa with them, and Kiryu hadn’t even hesitated when he agreed with her. Once they’d parted, Majima took a car straight to headquarters to ensure that the clan was stable enough for him to run off for a few days. Nishida pulled a few strings and was somehow able book a last minute seat on their flight.
“I’m ready, Kiryu-chan.”
The cramped seats meant their long legs were up against each other whether they liked it or not, and that small touch had made the flight delay feel like nothing. Who gave a shit where he was? He was with Kiryu.
The plane finally left the ground, whisking Majima away to a sub-tropical climate, so he could spend some uninterrupted days with his favourite person. As he stared into Kiryu’s warm brown eyes, Majima knew he wouldn’t feel cold for a very long time.