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Saejima was just starting to relax into the luxuriously thick mattress of their bed after a long productive night busting heads, when the snort made him turn around.
Majima was curled up with his back to him, the glow of his phone drawing his silhouette starkly in the dim room. Saejima rolled around to slide behind him, nose tucked against his undercut.
“Always on yer damn phone,” he grumbled, and blew a puff of breath in Majima’s ear. “Who’s makin’ ya laugh?”
“Kiryu-chan,” said Majima, and Saejima could feel the smile in his voice.
Saejima peeked over Majima’s ear, but couldn’t make out the words on the screen, aside from noticing there were quite a lot.
“Ya text with him much?”
Majima lowered his phone, plunging them back into the almost darkness of before dawn. “We keep in contact.” The phone buzzed again into the mattress, and he picked it back up. “Oh, he’s already awake…”
Saejima scooted a bit closer, running the blunt of his nails up Majima’s bare thigh. “Ya ever text naughty things at him?”
Majima flipped around, phone still in hand. “What, ya jealous?”
“Ya wish.” He kissed his forehead. “I just hope ya don’t send him as many pics of yer junk as you send me.”
“I’ll have ya know I am a complete gentleman to Kiryu-chan and only send him pictures of my junk when he asks for them.”
Saejima raised an eyebrow. “Kiryu? Asking for that?”
Majima smiled a secret little smile that was unbearably cute. “He’s actually a lot more...forward with the phone in between. Stops bein’ shy and all.”
“Ya ever do it on the phone?” he slid his leg between Majima’s, pulling him closer.
“Yeah.” Murmured Majima, phone on his lips. “That...a problem?”
At some point they were going to address how much this wasn’t a problem. As if he expected his brother to be a fucking monk for almost thirty years. As if he expected him not to fall in love with Kiryu. It was Kiryu.
No better time to address this than now, decided Saejima, slipping his fingers up Majima’s loose boxers. And no better way to address this than hands on.
“Call him,” he whispered, trailing the curve of Majima’s ass. “If he ain’t busy, that is.”
“Bro,” breathed Majima, already arching against him. “You serious?”
“Do ya think he’d like to listen in?”
Majima laughed. “Phones got video now. He can watch, if ya want.”
“Well then,” he grinned, squeezing a handful of Majima’s skinny ass. “Let’s see if Kiryu-chan wants to watch a nice show.”
***
“Good morning, Kiryu-chan.”
“Hey.” The voice came clear through the phone, yet sleepy, slow. Saejima peeked over Majima’s shoulder and his heart squeezed at what he saw on the screen. Kiryu looked sleepy, his hair tousled and his dark eyes hooded and soft. He was cuter than somebody as beautiful and terrifyingly strong as Kiryu had any right to be. “Oh. Hey, Saejima.”
“We ain’t imposin’, are we?”
“No, the kids won’t be up for a while still. What do I owe the call to?”
Majima was smiling at the screen with the biggest, sappiest smile Saejima had ever seen on his face. It was adorable.
“Well, ya see, we were thinkin’...well…”
Saejima rolled his eyes. Trust his brother to get bashful. All bark and no bite, as always. He leaned in until he could see the vague shape of his own head in the tiny other screen in the corner (why was this so complicated), made eye contact with Kiryu as best as he could, and slowly blew in Majima’s ear. The reaction was priceless. Majima shivered with a breathy squeak, and Kiryu...his eyes widened, and widened more, and he stared, dumbfounded. Saejima tilted Majima’s head away from his to kiss his neck.
“My kyoudai here’s been missin’ ya something awful, Kiryu. And it might be a while before we get a chance to visit.”
“We’re very busy men,” chuckled Majima, suddenly back on the program, leaning back against Saejima, adjusting his grip on his phone so they were both in shot.
Saejima trailed his hand up Majima’s stomach, resting on his chest, lazily playing with Majima’s hard nipple. “Ya miss him too?”
Kiryu swallowed. “Yeah.”
He dragged his fingertips up Majima’s throat, feeling his pulse fast against his skin, the tickle of his goatee as he thumbed his soft, soft lips. “Ya wanna watch us?”
Kiryu licked his lips, slowly, his eyes so dark and intense even through the small screen. “Yes. Please.”
“Attaboy.” He hooked his finger in Majima’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. “Yer in charge of filmin’. And commentary.”
“Don’t worry,” laughed Majima, kicking him back. “I wasn’t expecting ya to know how this works. Hey Kiryu-chan, do you know how many times I’ve had to teach him how to use the coffeemaker?”
“As many as you’ve had to teach me?” Oh, he’d never heard this flirty, playful edge in Kiryu’s voice before. He shoved Majima’s knees over his shoulders, and he toppled over with a shriek. This was gonna be fun.
“More! Try every da-aah….”
Maybe leaving commentary duties to Majima wasn’t a great plan, but what could he do? His mouth was full.
“On the other hand, ya know what he’s still really good at?” breathed Majima, carding his fingers in his hair, pushing it back to expose his face as he swallowed around the head of Majima’s cock. He looked up, and found himself face to face with Kiryu on the screen, watching.
“I see.”
Saejima pulled back with a big suck and a wet slurp, the kind that made his kyoudai’s toes curl, slid down slowly to take him in again.
“Look at ‘im,” said Majima, dreamily. “Ain’t he gorgeous with a dick in his mouth. Wouldn’t ya want to have him between yer legs, Kiryu-chan? Watch him choke on your cute cock?”
Saejima looked up into Kiryu’s eyes. He licked a long, swirling stripe up Majima’s shaft, mouthing at the droplet of precum beading on the tip.
“Yeah,” croaked Kiryu. “I’d like that.”
His voice sent a blade of heat down Saejima’s spine. Majima throbbed in his mouth, clearly feeling the same way.
“I think he’d like that too. We should visit one of these days. Wait until all the kiddos are in bed and then - ah - ravish you.”
“Ravish me, huh.”
Majima made a strained noise, his hips snapping to thrust in Saejima’s mouth. “Yeah. And ya know how loud I get with ya. You’ll have to shut me up somehow.”
“Mm. I’m sure I can find something to stuff in your mouth.”
Wow. He really did get bolder through the phone. Saejima was almost ashamed of how hard this Kiryu was making him, leaking and pulsing on their expensive silk sheets.
“You have more than enough for the both of us,” growled Majima, twisting his hair painfully in his fist. “We’ll both slobber all over yer cock. Make out around it until you blow yer load all over our - ah - faces…”
“You’re already so close just thinking about it,” purred Kiryu.
Majima just moaned, probably because Saejima was grinding his knuckles behind his balls, sucking on the tip of his cock with just enough teeth to make him feel it.
“C’mon. We’re waiting for you.”
Majima came with a low, breathy groan, just barely covering Kiryu murmuring how cute he looked right now, how good he felt. Saejima was glad somebody was there to tell him while his mouth was extremely full. When he glanced up, come beading in his lashes, he found himself face to face with Kiryu, looking at him with that sort of unearthly intensity that pinned you down even through a tiny screen. He nuzzled Majima’s softening cock without breaking eye contact, smearing his kyoudai’s come all over his face, making very, very clear that he had every intention to do that to him, too.
“Enjoyin’ the show so far?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kiryu didn’t say anything, but he moved his phone further away, getting more of his body in frame. His shirt was bunched up on his chest, a sheen of sweat gleaming off the soft curves of his muscles. He palmed himself through his pajama pants with his free hand, the thin cotton stretched over the heavy line of his erection.
“I see,” growled Saejima, and flipped a loose, giggling Majima onto his stomach. The phone bounced out of his hand and onto the mattress, and he scrambled to pick it back up even as Saejima was pulling him up on his knees to stick his tongue in his ass.
“You wanna watch him fuck me, Kiryu-chan?” he laughed breathlessly, propping the phone up against the headboard. “Pound my ass until I can’t think straight?”
“Hmm,” muttered Kiryu.
“I take suggestions,” laughed Saejima as he came up for air, two fingers working their way inside Majima.
Kiryu made eye contact, and it was hotter than hell itself. “Do it slow. No matter how much he complains.”
Saejima twisted his fingers deep, made his bro choke on the retort already on his tongue. “Ah. I always knew ya were a man of taste, Kiryu.” He lowered himself over Majima’s long back, nubbling at the shell of his ear. “You heard yer boyfriend, kyoudai. I’m gonna fuck ya nice and slow.”
“Please,” whined Majima, opening for him, hungry and ready.
He slid into him achingly slowly, waiting until he was fully sheathed in Majima’s throbbing heat before looking up at the screen, shooting a grin at Kiryu. He looked overwhelmed, but in a good way. Flushed and sweaty, hair in his face, his dark eyes burning through the glass and the electronics and the thousand of miles of land and sea between them. Majima tried to squirm, tried to thrust back into him, but he planted his hands on his back, right on the eyes of the Hannya, pressing him down, pinning him into the mattress as he thrust in him, slow and regular and deep.
“He’s so fuckin’ strong, Kiryu-chan,” croaked Majima, stretching his neck to look up at his phone.
“I know,” murmured Kiryu. “I fought him.”
Majima moaned. “I’d give anything to see that.”
Saejima raked his fingers up the fuzzy back of Majima’s head to grip his hair, twist his head around to kiss the corner of his mouth, pumping shallowly deep inside of him, so slow sweat was trailing down his back and his thighs were starting to burn. “We really need to visit.”
Majima pushed himself onto his elbows and then on all fours, the grin of the hannya twisting as he stretched back to grab Saejima’s head, safe knowing the arm across his chest wouldn’t let him fall. “We’ll have a nice ol brawl. Get all busted up and then - hah - ya both can fuck me.”
Saejima leaned back, sitting on his haunches and lifting one of Majima’s legs, letting his weight do most of the work, holding him tight to slow him down as he fucked himself on him. “At once?”
Kiryu made a choked sound, dragging their attention back to the screen. “I don’t...I don’t think we’ll fit.”
“Well we won’t know until we try, won’t we.” He sighed in such a wistful, dreamy way Saejima had to laugh. “Just imagine…both of ya pumpin’ inside of me...stretchin’ me until I can’t even think.”
“N-niisan,” stuttered Kiryu.
“Lemme watch ya, Kiryu-chan...let us watch ya come.”
Kiryu shoved his phone back again, his lip caught between his teeth and dark lashes fluttering. Majima ground himself on Saejima as the rest of Kiryu’s perfect body came into the frame, tensed and dripping with sweat, his big hand fisting his cock, precum dripping between his fingers.
“F-fuck,” whimpered Majima. “Ya look so good. I want ya in me so bad. Wanna feel ya...f-fill me up…”
Kiryu let out a muffled shout, his fist tight at the base of his cock as white streaked his stomach, his beautiful chest.
Saejima grabbed Majima by the throat, tilting him back to kiss him just as deep as he was fucking him, throbbing all over and burning but still determined to get his kyoudai off first.
It didn’t take long. Majima squeaked into his mouth, bit his tongue, coiled tight in his arms and came so hard it sounded like he was dying. One shaking breath later and Saejima was following, losing himself in the thudding, pulsing heat of his kyoudai and Kiryu’s deep, dark eyes staring right into the core of him.
They slid off in a mess of limbs and sweat and soaked silk. Majima pawed at his phone, cradling it in his hands with such tenderness, just like Saejima knew he held him, and Kiryu was looking at Majima just like Majima looked at him. Saejima lazily spooned him, glancing over his ear at the screen, smiling when he caught Kiryu’s eyes.
“Thank you,” said Kiryu quietly. “I’m...thank you.”
“No, thank you, Kiryu-chan. For indulgin’ us.”
Saejima pressed a kiss behind Majima’s ear. His bro had grown into such a sentimental dork, and he suspected Kiryu was largely to blame, and he loved it.
“My pleasure.” The tiny smile playing on Kiryu’s lips made Saejima’s heart skip a beat.
Perhaps, all three of them needed a whole third person to hold.
“We really…” Majima yawned, his hands already getting slack with sleep. “We really should visit one day.”
“Say, Kiryu,” said Saejima, who had the feeling these two who’d been dancing around each other for two decades weren’t going to go ahead unless he did something. “When’s the next time the kids are on a school trip?”
Kiryu’s eyes widened, and he blushed bright crimson, but he finally smiled. “Next month. 7th and 8th.”
“Alright. Ya don’t mind havin’ two old yakuza bastards show up on yer doorstep, right?”
Majima looked up at him, mouth round with surprise.
“I don’t. It’ll be good to see you.” He smiled one of those tiny smiles that was, if you were accustomed to Kiryu’s expressions, as wide as a shit-eating grin. “Close your mouth, niisan. Bugs will fly in.”
Majima snapped his mouth closed.
“Can’t wait to see you,” said Kiryu, his voice warm and soft. He looked up at Saejima. “Both of you. Sleep well.”
And then the screen blinked back to Majima’s home screen.
“What the hell just happened,” whispered Majima.
“I just fixed yer love life,” chuckled Saejima, and kissed the tip of his nose. “Yer welcome.”
Majima dropped the phone to flip around and wrap arms and legs around him. “You’re magical, ya know that? Just fuckin’. Supernatural.”
“Hmm. Sure am.”
He didn’t really think he was magical in any way. He just knew what he wanted - and what he wanted, right now, more than anything in the world, was seeing his brother smile like that as much as possible, for as much time they had left together. And with Kiryu’s help, he knew they could make it happen.
And maybe, at the end of it all, all the tragedy that had brought their three fates together was going to finally be worth it.