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Kamurocho, Saturday 20 April 1991
“Make yourself nice and cozy. This’ll be your home for a while.”
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It was one of the coldest Aprils he could recall, but Majima felt on fire. He stripped and got on the bed, his heart pounding. He watched Kiryu hungrily as he undressed, powerful muscles under pale skin, still looking like a boy in many ways, but his eyes told a different story. Kiryu played his role a little too well. Seeing him here like this or out on the streets smashing heads to walls, it would be impossible to guess that this man got high on submitting. Majima often wondered if that was just to him, but he knew even Kiryu couldn’t answer.
But today Kiryu wasn’t here to submit. Majima swallowed hard at the thought of what was coming. He turned around to get on all fours, hearing Kiryu drag the box from under the bed, trembling with anticipation. There was a pause, which Majima knew to wait out patiently.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” Kiryu asked as he always did.
“Yes,” Majima said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, hurt me.”
The time between emptiness and the burn of that first spank was always precisely an eternity and zero time at all simultaneously, and each time, right after, Majima felt like he was melting into a soft, warm blanket that only Kiryu could lay down for him.
He yelled at the second spank. It was not the endgame, it was warm up, and Kiryu could go anywhere next, but for now Majima had to get used to it, Kiryu’s bare hand against his flesh.
“Stay still,” Kiryu ordered, Majima realising he’d been pulling away reflexively, dropping on his elbows to brace better against the bed, his ass in place for Kiryu’s punishment. He knew Kiryu could go harder if he was restrained, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. So he braced.
The third spank came and Majima took it full on, staying in place, then the fourth and the fifth and— He lost count as Kiryu picked up speed, leaving invisible red marks under the black clouds of his ink. Majima’s yells turned to moans as good chemicals flooded his body, getting him ready for more.
Kiryu knew his sweet spots, his limits, his tolerances. How to place the pillow under his hips to hit just where he liked it. Kiryu knew everything about him. Everything.
A pause, a rattle through the box and then, the real pain.
The dragon cane whooshed and smacked. Majima let out a high-pitched scream, hips digging into the pillow. The second hit came and he buried his face in the bed, hands grabbing onto the covers. When the third hit came he moaned. It was delicious. The sharpness, the deep impact, the everything. He wanted it. And he had learned to not come from it. He’d learned to relish it. Take all of it. Until he reached that place.
“Harder, please.”
It was so sweet, the motion of it, the seconds between impact, the thud, the pain and the next hit. The rhythm Kiryu got into.
“Please… please…”
Kiryu knew when he got there. He slowed and kept it steady, holding him in it for as long as he could. Majima could barely speak when there. Time became abstract. Safewording was not an option. He was at Kiryu’s mercy, entirely. He trusted him, completely. To guide him there and to guide him out. To ease him back. Caress him where he stroked. Fill the fractures of Majima’s broken psyche with gold. He deserved none of it. He felt tears run down his face.
“Fuck me, please,” he implored.
He sensed Kiryu’s hesitation.
“I’m begging you, fuck me.”
The fresh feel of lube on latex entered him. He moaned, ever so loudly. Kiryu gave him a minute to adjust.
“Don’t stop..."
Kiryu kept going. Hands digging on hips, hip bones hitting bruised flesh, reawakening pain, delicious pain, all for him, filling him, giving him anything he wanted.
“Please, I need—"
Kiryu grabbed Majima by the hair with one hand, hearing him cry out, his other hand slipping under him to pull away the pillow, closing around his dick, letting him fuck into it until he was done. Jerk, tense, spill. Majima let himself go, in the safety of his lover’s hold, unjudged, accepted. Forgetting everything else in the world. No hole, no Grand, no nothing. Kiryu waited until he was entirely spent, lifting himself carefully, giving the Hannya her well-earned kiss. He lay next to him, stroking his back.
“You haven’t cried in a while. Are you alright?” Kiryu asked.
“I’m fine Kiryu-chan, just really sore,” Majima managed. It was a lie.
Kiryu went to pick up things for him. Majima got up and staggered to the shower. Lukewarm water made him flinch, but he let it run down him before switching to cold for the comfort. When Kiryu joined him, Majima looked woozy. He let him lean on him and wrapped his arms around, putting ice packs on his bruises. He flinched at the contact, but didn’t complain.
“Thank you.”
Kiryu knew something was off. He also knew he might not get it out of him tonight. He’d come so far down these tangled impulses, understanding what was him. Kiryu had never met anyone like him. He would never meet anyone like him again. It couldn’t be possible to fall in love more deeply.
He threw the ice packs into the sink and grabbed one of five shower gels to wash them both with. Majima let him. He tried to reach over to turn the water to hot. It always took some negotiating the tiny space.
“Remind me why we’re not at my place?” he asked.
“Can’t be so loud there, lover.”
“Ah, yeah. Remind me why we’re not putting a bigger shower in here?”
“’Cause then I won’t have an excuse to be over at yours all the time,” Majima grinned.
“You know, you could. Be at mine all the time,” Kiryu looked at him seriously. There was a pause as Majima stared.
“Are ya asking me to move in?”
“Would that be so bad?”
Another pause.
“Goodness me! I’ve always wanted to be a wife. I can wear a big dress with a pink apron, see ya off to work then greet ya back with yer favourite meal. Take care of the house, maybe hold Tupperware parties! Change the drapes at least once a season. Should we have kids? A couple, at least. I can see it now, only the best schools, Okinawa summer holidays, pictures of us as greeting cards in front of a Christmas tree!” Majima mock-blushed, hands on his cheeks, eyes starry.
Kiryu stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and walked out.
“Do I get a diamond ring!?” Majima was shouting.
Kiryu got dressed.
“It better be big! I wanna show all my friends.”
“Are we going to go eat or are you keeping this up?” Kiryu shouted back.
“Kiryu-chan, ya’ve gotten into the spirit of domesticity already! Look at ya, nagging me to hurry up and get ready,” Majima said coming out.
“I’m going to wait downstairs,” Kiryu walked out, slamming the door.
Once outside, Kiryu took a drag from his cigarette like he had a personal grudge against it. He was itching for a fight. He looked towards Taihey Boulevard, full of punks ready to jump him, but something was calling him in the other direction. He’d not ventured further into the Shopping area since he and Nishiki had buried Tachibana there. Not knowing why, he started walking towards the empty lot. He stopped short of the steps, his cigarette slowly burning away in his hand. Why was he here?
“Kiryu-chan, I’ve finished powdering my nose!” Majima’s voice came from the direction of the apartment building at the same time as Kiryu felt the cigarette burn his fingers. He tossed it aside.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked, walking past Majima towards the living.
“Shouldn’t ya be picking the place? That’s what a gentleman would do.”
Kiryu looked around desperately for someone to punch. It was starting to rain and most people were heading inside.
“Oh, my, I sure hope ya have an umbrella for delicate me!”
“You know what,” Kiryu snapped, turning around, “since you like being on your own so much, why don’t you do whatever the hell you want. I’m going home.”
“Kiryu-chan! That’s no way to speak to a lady.”
“Just the right way to speak to an asshole though.”
“Oh ho! He comes back swingin’. Ya trying to start somethin’ big guy?”
“Do you want a fight? Is that what you want?”
“I never say no to a fight.”
“Suit yourself,” Kiryu said and swung.
He got Majima straight in the jaw causing him to stagger, but retribution was swift. They were at each other fiercely almost instantly. Majima was kicking Kiryu something savage, but Kiryu had no patience to wear Majima down gradually so he put everything in a punch Majima didn’t have time to dodge and once stanned enough, smashed him against the pavement. He hadn’t been prepared for the yelp Majima let out and the instant jerk of his hips. Only then did Kiryu realise what he’d just done.
“Niisan, are you—”
“Get off me.”
“I’m so sorry, I—”
“Get off.”
Kiryu stood up, but Majima wasn’t following. He was panting, heavily.
“Let me help you up, please.”
“Or ya can fuck the fuck off,” Majima snapped. The rain was getting harder and he wasn’t making a move. He’d turned to lean on an elbow just enough to take the pressure off. It occurred to Kiryu he looked far too much at home in the gutter and the thought nearly broke him.
“OK, I will. But I’ll get you home first.”
“I am home,” Majima said, almost to himself, staring into the nothing of the pavement right in from of him.
Kiryu was at a loss. There was too much of a disconnect between them and he wasn’t sure how they’d gotten there. He was hovering over him and the distance felt vast. He knelt. It was awful down there. Wet, cold, filthy.
“What the hell are ya doing?” Majima asked.
“You don’t want to move in with me. Fine. I’m moving in with you.”
Majima opened his mouth to say something, but just closed in shut again. Godfuckindamn you. He frowned up at Kiryu, trying to think of something to say.
“I don’t wanna go back,” he finally managed.
“Let’s go to mine then. You can have the spare room, I’ll leave you alone.”
“I’m not fuckin’ going to yours!”
Kiryu signed, trying to think of some way forward. He pushed his dripping hair out of his face.
“How about a hotel?”
“I ain’t staying in no fleabag hotel.”
“Good, because neither am I. We can afford a nice room.”
He stood to offer his hand to Majima who didn’t take it, but got up nonetheless. It was progress. They walked wordlessly towards the edges of Kamurocho and into one of the more respectable business hotels. They weren’t that far out of their territory to raise eyebrows, but Majima still got a couple of glances when they walked in.
“Room for two,” said Kiryu to the woman behind the desk. Majima lit a smoke, waiting on them to sort it out. He had people for this kind of thing.
“Yes, of course. Is it for the one night?”
“Yes. And can we get a bucket of ice sent up please.”
“Certainly sir. Will you be dining with us tonight?”
“Yes, in the room.”
“Excellent, just call in your order when you’re ready. We, um, ask for a security dep—”
“He’s paying,” Kiryu said, pointing with his thumb at Majima and then promptly heading towards the lifts.
Majima grinned at the woman. “He puts out so it’s all good.”
She stared at him shocked as she got his signature on the credit card slip and handed him the key.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” said Majima, putting out his cigarette at the nearest ashtray and strolling towards Kiryu whose face was bright red. He’d definitely heard that. Good.
The room was on the 15th floor and admittedly nice, but truth be told, Majima just wanted to be at Kiryu’s flat. He loved it there. It was his safe place, his sanctuary. His escape plan. But it wasn’t home. He only had one home.
“Which bed do you want?” Kiryu was asking.
Oh, right, twin beds. Of course.
“Window.”
Kiryu threw his jacket on a chair, checking to see if they had bathrobes. He found yukatas. He changed out of his wet clothes and grabbed the menu. Majima disappeared into the bathroom. There was a knock on the door just as the shower came on. Kiryu thanked them for the ice and took it to him, leaving it by the sink.
He sat on his bed, menu in hand. Having a moment to himself he realised how sad he was. They’d not had a disconnect like this since they’d started going out. Even then, Majima was never cruel to him. Why would Kiryu’s proposal have elicited such a reaction? They practically lived together already, anyway. It wasn’t even that Kiryu wanted them to be in the same space all the time, he just didn’t want Majima to be alone in that place. That vast empire of emptiness. He knew Majima didn’t want to be there either, so why—
The bathroom door opened and Majima stepped out, wearing his own yukata, untied, eyepatch off. He looked good in it. He looked good in anything.
“Did ya order?” he asked taking the menu off Kiryu.
“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”
“All this shit’s boring. I’ll have what yer having. Just get me a drink,” he dismissed, grabbing his jacket to search for his smokes. He lit one without offering, spotting the remote by the ashtray and turning the TV on.
He flicked through all the channels, finding nothing of interest, until he hit porn. He hovered over that for a minute, just to annoy Kiryu. He took a slow drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke out without his eye leaving the telly. The sound of moans spilled into the room like radiation. Having had no reaction, he side-glanced Kiryu. He was staring at the screen with intense concentration, a slight frown as he tried to decipher what was going on. Of course he’s bloody studying it. He switched to a random channel annoyed.
He lay on the bed, while Kiryu placed their order. His whole body ached. He took another drag off his cigarette looking out the window. Kamurocho could be seen beyond, its black heart in the middle. The revitalisation project was progressing. Soon they’d start knocking the Shopping area down. The millennium was all anyone could talk about in the Tojo. Sera would be unanimously accepted as next chairman. Then everyone’s pockets would get fatter for a while, until the whole thing imploded all over again. Because if there was one thing gokudō couldn’t stand, it was boredom.
He finished off his cigarette, crossing his arms behind his head. It was less than a month to his 27th birthday, if you counted the lost year. He hoped Kiryu didn’t know so he could pretend it wasn’t happening. But he did know when Kiryu’s was and had already made plans. If Kiryu still spoke to him by then, that is.
There was a knock. Kiryu let in the boy delivering their food, quickly ushering him out, but not before he’d caught sight of Majima’s tattoos, giving him a curious glance. Majima flashed him his best smile, restraining himself from blowing him a kiss when he caught the boy’s eye linger over his boxer shorts.
Kiryu approached with a bowl of karaage, pickles and a beer.
“Did you—”
“Yes, I said no garlic.”
They finished their food in silence, each on their own bed, staring at the telly. Majima sat back with his beer, lighting another cigarette, risking a glance to his right. Kiryu seemed lost in thought, no longer even pretending to watch anything. He didn’t look angry, he just looked defeated. It was an alien look on him. A dragon could never lose. To anything. He would take any hit and keep going, wouldn’t he?
Wouldn’t he?
“I’m going to get some air,” Kiryu suddenly said, getting up and retrieving his cigarette pack. He closed the door behind him, walking past the vending machines to the balcony at the end of the corridor. The seats were wet, but the rain had stopped. He leaned on the railing, looking at the street below, life happening. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. Self-pity didn’t suit him, but he couldn’t shake it off. He was failing. He’d swore to himself he’d do better than this. Majima deserved someone stronger, someone who wouldn’t act like a kicked puppy at the first sign of trouble. He was weak.
A north wing blew, creeping under his yukata, but he welcomed it. His cigarette was nearly finished and he’d not gotten anywhere near some answers. Why had Majima rejected him so completely. Like the very idea of sharing a home with him was beneath him. Majima who wore Kiryu’s clothes all day and hugged his pillow all night when he wasn’t there. Majima who sat with him for hours at the brown sofa in silence, looking out to the park. Majima who insisted on covering them both in a blanket when they watched a movie and snuggled up. Majima who ate three helpings of everything Kiryu made him and always brought home takeaway when Kiryu was going to be late. Majima who held him tight enough to hurt when he was having a nightmare. Majima who was... a goddamn fucking idiot. Fuck.
He stormed back into the room to find Majima pacing, stopping on the spot as he walked in. They stared at each other, wanting to say something, waiting for the other to go first.
Silence. Then at once:
“Listen I—”
“I just wanted to—”
Pause.
“You go.”
“No, you go.”
“This is ridiculous,” Majima sighed.
“OK, how’s this. I go for 60 seconds and you listen and then you go for 60 seconds and I listen. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Good. So here goes. You’re a massive fucking dickhead—"
“Oi!”
“I’m not done!”
“I’m not sitting here to be sweared at for 60 seconds, what the fuck!”
“60 seconds!” Kiryu said firmly. “You agreed.”
“OK, fine!”
“You’re a massive fucking dickhead—”
“YA SAID THAT ALREADY.”
“Goddamnit! What does it take to get you to shut up!?”
“Maybe if you were kissing me instead of fuckin’ talking!”
“Why the fuck would I kiss you again after all this!?”
“Because ya really want to and you’re not gonna let my goddamn insecurities get in the fuckin’ way!”
“Oh, so I have to prove to you that I really want to. You just sit there being a massive fucking dick—”
“I GOT IT ALREADY! I’m an idiot. What more do ya want me to say? Please forgive me, I really like ya, but I can’t cope with happiness?”
“It’s a start!”
“Fine, so there! I said it!”
“Fine!”
“Fine.”
“So. What were ya gonna say for the other 60 seconds?” Majima asked deflated.
“I love you.”
Majima held his breath for what felt like a minute.
“That wasn’t 60 seconds,” he finally said.
“Yes, it was.”
“You’re… fuckin’ insufferable! I wanna fuckin’ wipe the smug off yer face! Your stoic demeanour and yer unwavering manliness and yer goddamn assuredness, like a fuckin’ godsend to us mortals. Ya just stand there in yer perfect body with yer perfect face while everyone gets fuckin’ wet just fuckin’ lookin’ at ya and you‘re so painfully oblivious, it makes me wanna slap ya just to get the message across! With yer sexy voice and yer inoffensive suit that’s just tight in all the right places and yer friendly smile – that everyone wants to punch by the way! – just strolling through town, helpin’ the helpless, savin’ damsels, rescuin’ fuckin’ kittens, like the best thing ta ever happen to it since fuckin’ time began! That was 60 seconds!”
“And I didn’t interrupt once,” Kiryu smirked.
“Ya fuckin’ assh—”
Kiryu kissed him. It really was the only way to get him to shut up. He gently pushed him against the wall. Majima hummed and got lost in him till Kiryu pulled away, leaving him needing.
“You’re moving in with me.”
“I am?”
“You are. I want to blow you every morning. I want you to fuck me every night. I want you to make me beg for your cum in the shower every time we’re in it together. I want to be fucked on the kitchen table, both the sofas, the rug, the hallway, the spare room, I want to go to work every day with your cum inside me. I want to smell you on my clothes, I want to fantasise about you fucking me all over again when I get home. I want to be with you. Is that OK?”
Majima stared, breathless. “Well, when ya put it that way.”
Five years ago tomorrow would be the darkest day of his life. Tomorrow it could be the brightest. He could do this. He would do this. If Kiryu wanted it, maybe he even deserved it.
“Wanna make a start?” he said tagging at Kiryu’s yukata belt.
“Yes, please.”
“Get on the bed and take these off.
Kiryu did as told, laying himself on his back on Majima’s bed, catching the lube Majima had taken out of his jacket to throw him.
“Stretch yourself for me. I wanna watch.”
Kiryu obeyed, pouring the liquid on his fingers, pushing one inside, moaning, then quickly shutting his mouth to keep himself quiet. He was too turned on.
“Kiryu-chan, didn’t come before?”
“No, I—”
“Do that a bit faster for me. But don’t touch that cock. Mmm, like that, but put another one in.”
Kiryu did, thrusting his fingers in and out, desperate not to moan, holding his thigh up so Majima could get a better view. Majima was watching him with thirst, biting his bottom lip, looking like a dom sex god in that yukata. Kiryu made a note to buy him one at home and make him fuck him in it every day. He watched him pull his boxers down and start stroking himself, not tearing his eyes off Kiryu’s fingers violating his asshole, dripping in lube, his cock leaking.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Majima muttered while he worked himself. “My turn. Lay on your front.”
Kiryu did so, propping himself up, enough for Majima to have full access. He knew Majima would go hard and he didn’t trust himself to be quiet. He grabbed the pillow, ready to bury his face in it, when he felt Majima’s hand on his hair, pulling him sharply up.
“I wanna hear ya.”
“Niisan, we can’t be too loud, we’ll—”
Majima let him go and stepped away. Kiryu, confused, looked behind him to see Majima pick up the remote and put on the porn channel. Loud enough to cover noise, but not enough to get them interrupted by complaining guests. A woman’s moans were expected after all. And she was moaning intently. He took the yukata off before he got back on the bed.
“Ya can do better than that, can’t ya Kiryu-chan. You’re a much bigger slut than she is.”
Kiryu flashed red and was about to say something, when Majima grabbed his hair again and pulled as his cock pushed inside him in one swift thrust, filling him almost completely. He moaned, loudly.
“That’s it, that’s it right there,” Majima was saying as he picked up speed, making Kiryu forget about everything he was supposed to care about. The feeling of Majima’s cock in him was all he wanted to know. He was fucking him hard enough to be on this side of painful, his own cock rubbing against the bed so roughly that it was seconds before he came, letting himself moan louder, not getting any respite as Majima carried on fucking him through his orgasm.
Kiryu let himself be pounded, Majima having let go of his hair now to dig both hands into his hips. He felt the mess he’d made on the sheets smear his stomach. He lifted himself on his elbows just enough to push back so Majima could fuck him harder. The woman’s moans dominated the room, but Majima was also moaning. Was she turning him on? She was turning Kiryu on and he didn’t know why. She sounded so fucked out, so overpowered, so perfectly submissive. He wanted to be her.
He felt the hand around his throat. His elbows gave as Majima squeezed just enough to restrict his breathing and slam harder, the whole bed banging on the wall. It was sweet. It was perfect. It was absolute. Kiryu moaned through the choke, his mind floating away from his body as he let go of every pretence of having control over himself. He felt the ecstasy overtake him, making a mess for the second time, warm cum spilling, hearing Majima hiss next to his ear as he too let go. He sensed him pulse against his walls, his balls squeezing hard, cum shooting inside him, filling him so completely, so possessively. It felt so good, to be used like this. To be his.
Majima had collapsed on him, breathing deeply. He slowly pushed up, grabbing Kiryu’s ass, opening him up, fingers penetrating him as he felt out the cum dripping off him.
“Fuck,” Majima’s voice came out hoarse as he kept digging his fingers inside. “It’d be such a shame to waste all this perfectly good cum, Kiryu-chan.”
“Niisan, I can’t go a third time.”
“Are ya sure? Our friend on the telly must be on round four by now.”
“I’m not— I don’t have a clitoris.”
“But ya have something else,” Majima purred as he pressed Kiryu’s prostate.
“Niisan, I really don’t know if—”
“Shh! Just let me enjoy you, hmm?”
“Yes, niisan,” Kiryu gave in, letting Majima have all the access he wanted. He felt his fingers press in and out leisurely, sliding easily on the mix of cum and lube. He wished he could see what he looked like... open, debouched... hard? Fuck.
“There ya are. I knew ya wouldn’t stay down long,” Majima said with a grin, giving Kiryu a soft bite on the ass, making him shiver, but not as much as when he run his tongue over Kiryu’s rim, lapping up the cum there, his fingers still inside him.
“Fuck,” breathed Kiryu as Majima’s fingers got to work on his prostate again, more deliberately now, going for hard stimulation.
“Your ass is a fuckin’ work of art,” Majima rasped as he ran his tongue up Kiryu’s ass-cheek, then the other in turn, squeezing tight before giving him a hard slap. Kiryu flashed red from embarrassment, but he didn’t dislike what it did to his cock. He felt used and violated. Like she was. Like he wanted to be. He let it happen. It was pleasing having this much attention paid to him. He moaned loudly when Majima pushed a third finger in and started fucking him faster, giving his prostate quick brushes as he went. He really was going to come again, wasn’t he. He grabbed his own cock, stroking to the rhythm of Majima’s thrusts, chasing his pleasure.
He climaxed at the same time as she did, both unashamed and unreserved, lost in the performance of it all, in the abandonment of pleasure. His cum joined the rest of his offerings, Majima planting kisses on his ass, squeezing him greedily until he’d deposited every drop. He let go of him slowly, running his tongue up his back. He paused to kiss the dragon in the mouth before he softly pressed his lips against Kiryu’s temple.
“You alright?”
“Mmm.”
“Ya need a minute?”
“Mmm.”
“I’ll be right back.”
He switched the TV off and went to switch on the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. His missing eye stared back. In a different universe, Majima Goro still had two eyes and was sitting in a prison cell, counting down days. He’d never met Kiryu, and probably never would. For thousands of days Majima had wished he was in that universe, but now he wasn’t so sure.
He want back to Kiryu, stroking his hair to get a response.
“Come on lover, let’s get ya looked after.”
Kiryu followed to the shower wordlessly, letting the water run down him, pulling back when Majima tried to pour shampoo on his head.
“Oh, come on, let me do it.”
“Fine.”
“Ya have to let me indulge now, you’re gonna be too old for it to not be weird soon,” Majima said as he shampooed his hair, softly massaging as he went. It did feel good.
“I’m already too old.”
“Nah, ya still pass for my boy toy.”
“I’m 22.”
“Exactly,” he said as he washed the shampoo off. Kiryu looked even younger with his hair in his face.
“And you’re only 26. Well, 27 next month.”
Shit.
“How did you know that?”
“I looked at your driver’s licence.”
“Ya went through my wallet?”
“Yes. About the same time you went through mine.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Yes, you did.”
“OK, yes I did,” he rolled his finger for Kiryu to turn, spreading shower gel over his back, “but don’t get any ideas. I don’t like fuss.”
“Let’s do something together then. Go away for a couple of days? I’ll let you do this as much as you like,” he added, as Majima’s hands kneaded his tired muscles. He complained, but he loved it.
“Is that my present?” Majima asked, his hand reaching between Kiryu’s cheeks, washing off the last of the cum, his finger pressing to rinse inside him. Kiryu gasped. He was sore, but the intimacy of the act filled him with euphoria.
“Are you sure that’s all you want? There is much more you could have.”
“Fuck, Kiryu-chan, don’t get me fired up again.”
“For real?” Kiryu huffed, turning to look at him, eyes glazed, happily under.
“What can I say, I turn into a right slut for ya.”
“I thought that was me,” Kiryu whispered, softly kissing him.
“Ya liked that?”
“Yes. And so did you,” he kissed Majima again, feeling his cock twitch against his thigh. Now and then it was good to turn the tables on him, even from the depths of sub-space.
“You’re still under, lover.”
“Mmm.”
“I envy you that,” Majima said with a smile, wiping the water from Kiryu’s face.
“You were too, at your place?”
“I was.”
“I did well?”
“Yes, you did Kiryu-chan. You always do well.”
Perfect Kiryu. Perfectly submissive Kiryu. He didn’t need protection, but he did need love. The kind that doesn’t want things in return. Just enough to assure him his own happiness mattered, that he was worth it, that he would always be cared for. No matter what happened. Defeating him may not be impossible, but it would be unthinkable.
“Come on, let’s get ya ready. I’m exhausted.”
They lay close together on Kiryu’s bed, just about big enough for them both. Majima held him tightly, caressing his hair.
“I’ll bring clothes over tomorrow. I’ll stay the night.”
“OK.”
“And food, don’t make anything. I’ll pick up some movies too. And a bottle of something.”
“Alright.”
“I get the left side of the wardrobe. And the drawers.”
“Mmm.”
“And I still get to wear your clothes.”
Kiryu smiled.
“Goodnight, Kiryu-chan.”
“Goodnight, niisan.”