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Majima

Majima’s leather pants squeaked against the car’s back seat as he anxiously tapped out a rhythm with his foot.

“Oyaji, you’re shaking the whole car!” Nishida said from the driver’s seat. “He’ll be out any minute.”

“His flight landed 20 minutes ago, where the hell is he?”

“He’s probably picking up his luggage, I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

It had been three months since Majima had seen Kiryu in person. Three months since he had felt the warmth of Kiryu’s lips, had felt Kiryu’s body beneath his. They had finally, finally found a time where all nine of his kids could go off to summer camp for a couple of weeks, allowing Kiryu a much-needed vacation. Of course, Majima was more than happy to host him in Kamurocho.

The two had kept in constant contact, as much as both of their busy schedules had allowed. Much to Majima’s dismay, Kiryu had still never sent him a dick pic, but late night phone sex hadn’t been off the table. Even so, while getting his rocks off to Kiryu whispering in his ear was very nice, it couldn’t replace the feeling of his boyfriend being physically present. And yeah, that’s what they were now. Boyfriends . They hadn’t told many people, as Kiryu wanted to keep it on the down-low (he wasn’t supposed to be associating with the Tojo Clan, after all), but they’d made the promise to each other, and that’s what mattered.

Just as Majima was about to rattle the car apart, the man they were waiting for exited the sliding glass doors, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Majima’s pulse quickened, his palms suddenly sweatier than usual underneath his gloves.

Kiryu’s body was different now, specifically what one would refer to as a dad bod. It had taken some time, but Majima could tell that Kiryu had come a long way with his own self confidence with the help of Majima’s constant reassurance. He was currently wearing a gray linen button-down shirt and navy slacks, both of which Majima had bought for him in Okinawa during that first fateful trip, and he still looked damn good in them. His pants hugged his thicker thighs in just the right way and shirt pulled taught over his ample pecs and squeezable belly. It was going to take a lot of self restraint on Majima’s part not to immediately get his hands all over him.

Nishida made a move to get out of the car, but before he could finish unbuckling his seatbelt, Majima scrambled across the back seat and out of the door. “Sit yer ass down, Nishida. I got this.” Doing his best impression of a chauffeur, he held the door open for Kiryu and took his bag, placing it in the trunk. He all but dove into the backseat after Kiryu and clambered on top of him.

“Hi, mpphh-!” Kiryu began to say but was abruptly cut off by Majima’s lips crushing against his.

Majima pulled away, his mouth quirking up in a playful smirk. “Couldn’t wait another second to do that. Missed ya, big guy.”

“Likewise,” he grinned back at Majima with his stupidly handsome sunkissed face. “Ah, and hello Nishida. Thank you for picking me up.”

“Not a problem, Kiryu-san!” Nishida replied. He made eye contact with him through the rearview mirror and promptly looked away as one of Majima’s hands snaked their way into the front of Kiryu’s shirt. So much for self restraint.

“Eyes on the road, Nishida!” Majima growled. 

“Majima…” Kiryu jumped as another wandering hand came to rest entirely too close to his crotch. “I know you’re happy to see me, but–ah!” he gasped as Majima’s mouth latched onto his neck, “we’re not going past first base in front of Nishida.”

“He doesn’t mind, right?” Majima asked, knowing full well that he absolutely did mind because Majima was being a horny little creep right now.

“Actually, uh–!” Nishida chimed in from the driver’s seat.

“I don’t want to make your employee uncomfortable.” He gently removed Majima’s hands from their indecent locations. “I’ll make it up to you when we get back to your place, okay?”

“Oh yeah? Tell me more,” Majima purred, gloved fingers dragging slowly down Kiryu’s thick torso.

Nishida locked eyes with Kiryu through the rearview mirror, violently shaking his head.

“You’ll just have to be patient. It’ll be more satisfying to be surprised, won’t it?”

“Ya know how shit I am at waitin’ for things. But fine, you win. Count yer blessings, Nishida.” 

“And maybe you should put your seatbelt on,” Kiryu added.

“Yeah, thanks dad .” He huffed, begrudgingly slinking away from Kiryu’s lap and back into his seat. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to keep his legs spread across Kiryu’s though, desperate for any kind of physical contact he could get.

The car ride from the airport took longer than Majima would have liked. But Kiryu was here in Tokyo again, and he couldn’t be happier about it. 

Even though all Majima wanted to do was tear Kiryu’s clothes off, he reigned it in and made small talk to pass the time as they crawled through Tokyo traffic. Given their regular phone calls, he was already up to date on the latest ups and downs of fatherhood. Kiryu had learned some more recipes. He’d had to deal with Taichi getting a broken arm a couple weeks ago, which was not the best timing right before camp, but he was still going to have a great time there regardless. And then there were the girls. He’d had to have a talk with Ayako about puberty. It had been very awkward, apparently, but he’d had Haruka to help him out. But Kiryu certainly wasn’t so fragile in his masculinity that he couldn’t buy tampons and pads for them. A-plus dadding all around.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at Majima’s apartment. It was Kiryu’s first time there and although he knew he didn’t need to go so above and beyond, Majima had made sure it was spic and span with a well-stocked fridge. He certainly didn’t expect Kiryu to cook the whole week he was visiting, but if he wanted to, the option was readily available. 

“Wow…your place is really nice.” Kiryu glanced around the penthouse in awe.

“Not bad, huh? Wish I got to spend more time in it, if I’m bein’ honest,” Majima wrapped his arms around Kiryu’s thick waist. How he had missed touching Kiryu’s body. “But now that you’re here…how’d ya wanna make it up to me for not gettin’ freaky in front of Nishida?”

“Hmm, thought you might like it if I bottomed.” Kiryu rested his hands on Majima’s hips.

Majima scoffed, jokingly. “That’s the ace up your sleeve? Yer big surprise?”

“Do you not want to do that?”

“Of course I do! But come on Kaz, maybe you coulda rattled around that little marble you call a brain of yers and figured out somethin’ more elaborate.”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Mostly needed an excuse to stop you from manhandling me in front of Nishida.”

“He coulda dealt with it, he’s seen worse. So, my grand prize is yer grand ass, then.”

“Well…yeah.”

“Yer lucky I love it, so I’ll take it.” Majima crept his hands down Kiryu’s back and grabbed handfuls of his ample cheeks, which drew a groan out of Kiryu. “So, ya ready?”

“I…” Kiryu began, but tapered off as his stomach emitted an alarmingly loud growl.

“Hah! I’ll take that as a no.”

“Sorry. I haven’t eaten since before I left for the airport. I was too excited.”

“That makes two of us. Don’t actually remember when I last ate… But I got Nishida on standby in case we needed anythin’.” Majima took out his phone and typed out a message. “I’m sendin’ him to pick up some fried chicken and burgers at Wild Jackson. Figured ya missed it.”

“Heh, you know me too well. Glad I can at least get Smile Burger back in Okinawa. I try not to go too often, though. On account of…you know. The dad bod situation.”

Ever since he had left Kamurocho and yakuza life for good, Kiryu’s body had gradually transformed into something else, something that suited him better. It was no longer a weapon. It was strong enough to protect those he loved, but also more soft and human. Kiryu still wasn’t completely comfortable in his own skin, but Majima could tell that it helped when he complimented and practically worshiped his body.

“Nah. Ya still look real good, Kiryu-chan. Yer body’s yer own now. There’s bein’ good to it, and then there’s deprivin’ yerself. And I’m not lettin’ ya hold yerself back this week, ya hear me?”

“I’ll try not to. I suppose I’m technically on vacation, after all.”

“That’s the spirit! Ya want a drink while we wait fer Nishida to come by?”

“Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Feelin’ like a whiskey myself. Got a Yamazaki 25 I been savin’ fer a special occasion. My hot boyfriend bein’ in town is a good enough reason fer me.”

Majima poured two generous glasses of whiskey on the rocks for them and walked toward the living room, gesturing with his head for Kiryu to follow him. “C’mon, let’s have a seat on the couch.”

They clinked their glasses and each took a sip, savoring the warm smokey flavor.

“This is amazing. You sure you don’t mind sharing?”

“‘Course not. It tastes better with you than it would alone.”

“Glad I can be your drinking buddy boyfriend.” Kiryu smiled one of his rare, genuine smiles, one that could light up a whole room. Also, one of Majima’s weaknesses.

“Yer real cute, ya know that?” he pinched Kiryu’s cheek.

“So you tell me.”

“That’s cuz it’s true! Say, ya know what we haven’t done in a long time, Kaz?”

“What’s that?”

“Had a fight.” Majima grinned at him over the rim of his glass.

“You sure you want to fight me? If you thought I was out of practice last time we sparred, what…over half a year ago? I definitely am now.”

“I know ya’d be able to get right back into it. Just like ridin’ a bike. Or in yer case, just like smashin’ a bike over my head.”

“Hmm. Okay, we can fight.” He took another sip of his drink.

Majima chugged back the rest of his whiskey in one gulp and sprang up off the couch, a wild glint in his eye.

“Wait, you mean now?” Kiryu set his glass down.

“Yes now, let’s fuckin’ go!” He grabbed Kiryu and heaved him off the couch, shoving him towards the open part of the floor. He stumbled forward on unsteady legs. They were both buzzed, the strong alcohol and empty stomach combo hitting hard, but fighting while drunk was nothing new to either of them.

Majima cackled as he ran behind Kiryu so quickly he couldn’t register what was happening in time. He jumped onto Kiryu’s back, wrapping his legs around his hips and grabbing him in a headlock. Kiryu grunted, and clutched Majima’s arms to keep him from completely cutting off his air supply. He walked backwards into the wall behind him and slammed Majima against it with all his weight. Majima let out a pained groan and loosened his grip on Kiryu, allowing him to pry Majima’s limbs off of him. Majima’s body crumpled to the floor behind him.

Kiryu turned around and grabbed Majima’s legs, dragging him backwards along the hardwood floor. He swung him around for a couple rotations and flung Majima across the room like a ragdoll. He collided with a shelf of DVDs, knocking its contents loose. Majima scrambled up to his feet again with surprising speed.

“Fuck yes…that’s my Kiryu-chan.” He cracked his neck and rushed towards Kiryu. He flipped onto his hands and spun his legs in a windmill motion to kick Kiryu in the head repeatedly until he finally toppled to the floor with a finishing blow. Majima scurried over and straddled Kiryu's prone form, grabbing his wrists and trapping his arms by his sides.

“Hah! I can still pin ya down.”

“Hmph, not for long!” Kiryu broke free from Majima’s grasp easily and heaved his weight to flip them over. Kiryu stared down at him for a moment before he headbutted Majima, causing his vision to go fuzzy for a few seconds.

As much as he loved being underneath Kiryu, he needed to change things up again. Majima deftly hooked his leg around Kiryu’s back and flipped them over again, though with a bit more effort than he once needed.

He sat on top of Kiryu and pummeled his fists into his torso like a punching bag, knowing he could take it. Kiryu grabbed his wrists to stop him after several blows and pushed Majima backwards.

They continued to grapple and swap positions back and forth, but they were both growing weary. Majima was kind of an idiot for starting this little scuffle in the first place when they were both hungry and tipsy.

Kiryu currently had Majima planted face down on the floor, holding his hands behind his back. Majima squirmed beneath him but he was too gassed at this point to fight back and try to flip Kiryu over again.

“Okay Kaz. Ya got me, I’m tappin’ out. Ya still got it though, what’d I tell ya.”

Kiryu released his grip on Majima’s wrists and rolled off of him onto the floor beside him. He lay there softly panting and drenched in sweat, his shirt damp and clinging to his skin. “Do you mind if I take this off?” he asked, already in the process of unbuttoning the top buttons.

“Don’t have to ask me twice. Been wanting to get yer clothes off all evening.” Majima watched as Kiryu revealed more and more skin with each button he undid. He couldn’t help himself from slinking over and straddling himself on Kiryu’s lap.

“Damn, this is a nice view,” Majima bit his lip as he ogled Kiryu with his shirt completely open. Kiryu sat up so he could take his sleeves off and fully remove his shirt, but he was immediately shoved backwards by Majima again. He crawled forward to lick a stripe up the front of Kiryu’s belly, tasting salty sweat. He continued traveling upward, sucking on Kiryu’s soft pecs. Kiryu’s breath hitched beneath him.

“I-isn’t Nishida going to be here soon?” Kiryu asked.

“I’m sure he is. Can’t help myself though, yer too good of an appetizer.” Majima licked along Kiryu’s neck, along his jawline, then finally his lips, letting Kiryu taste his own sweat on his tongue.

Kiryu moaned into Majima’s mouth and grabbed at his shirt, undoing his buttons as they kissed. Majima wriggled out of the shirt and pressed their bodies flush together, as they began to gently rock against each other in a lazy rhythm.

Majima thought he heard the door open but didn’t stop, he couldn’t tear himself away from Kiryu. There were definite footsteps inside the apartment now, steadily growing closer to them.

“Oyaji? I have–O-ohhhhh no…” Majima broke away from Kiryu and looked up to see Nishida shield his eyes with his free hand and grimace at the scene he had just walked in on. “I-I’ll just leave this in the kitchen.” He turned around with the bag of food and dropped it on the counter, then practically sprinted back to the door.

Majima sat back off Kiryu and wiped saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Oh please, it ain’t like our dicks are out right now. Thanks for the grub!” he called out to Nishida before the door slammed.

Standing up, Majima offered a hand to Kiryu. “Ready for dinner?”

Kiryu nodded and took Majima’s hand. “Yep. I’m famished.”

***

Kiryu

The two of them sat at a small table in Majima’s kitchen and ate their dinner, still shirtless after their tussle. 

“We could have gone to get this food ourselves, you know,” Kiryu remarked between bites of his burger. “Would have been faster.”

“Yeah but instead we got to have ourselves a good ol’ fashioned Kiryu and Majima showdown! ‘Sides, Nishida’s used to doin’ that kinda shit for me. Sorry I didn't stop us before and he…saw us. I know it was makin’ ya uncomfortable.”

Kiryu felt a little bad that Nishida had had to see the two of them kissing yet again. Maybe Majima didn’t care so much, but Kiryu felt insecure now that he was back in Kamurocho, both being in a relationship with Majima and the fact that nobody from his former life aside from Majima had seen him since he left. Since he got chubbier. Nishida didn’t seem like the type to gossip, but what if he had immediately gone out and spread the word that the formerly great Kiryu Kazuma had let himself go? Kiryu put down the greasy burger, unsure if he wanted to finish it.

“It’s fine. I don’t think you pay that guy enough to put up with you.” 

“I’ll have ya know I give him plenty of time off when he wants it.” Majima finished off a chicken strip and glanced down at the remains of Kiryu’s burger. “What, done already?”

“Yeah, not as hungry as I thought.”

“Hmm. Save it, in case ya want it later. Ya sure yer not just gettin’ in yer own head cuz Nishida saw ya without a shirt on?”

How was he so easy for Majima to read? “Maybe.”

“How many times have I told ya that I love ya like this?” Majima reached out and put a hand on Kiryu’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. “But I getcha. Self love can be a long, hard process.”

“I know, I’m…working on it.” 

“You ‘n me both. Least we got each other to love on if we ain’t so good at lovin’ ourselves.” Majima leaned forward and caught Kiryu in a deep kiss.

Kiryu grabbed Majima off of his chair and pulled him towards his own, their mouths still connected. Majima crept into his lap and ground their hips together, causing Kiryu to elicit a moan.

“I take it this means yer ready to move onto other activities now?” Majima purred, breaking away from their kiss as he continued to slowly grind his growing hardness into Kiryu’s groin.

“Don’t you think I should shower before we take this further?”

“Only if ya want to. I kinda like ya all sweaty like this.” Majima bent forward and licked up Kiryu’s neck. “Mmm, ya taste like salty tonkotsu ramen”.

“Yuck, stop being gross,” Kiryu laughed. “That definitely means I need a shower. Let me up.”

“Fine, go get cleaned up,” Majima slid off Kiryu’s lap reluctantly. “But don’t keep me waitin’ long! I’ll be in the bedroom.”

Kiryu walked into Majima’s spacious bathroom and shut the door behind him. A massive mirror covered the wall behind the sink, which he actively avoided looking at his reflection in for too long. He really was trying to be better about accepting the way he looked, but some days were more difficult. He had to remind himself that his current lifestyle was a huge contrast from the way he used to live. Being in peak physical condition back then wasn’t for aesthetic reasons, but for survival. It was logical that in a life where he no longer had to punch and kick and claw his way through life or death situations, his body might also look different. He was stronger than the average person, but the softness of his body was something he was still getting used to.

Kiryu turned on the shower and stripped off his pants and underwear before stepping under the warm stream of water. He used Majima’s soap to lather himself up thoroughly, and noticed the way he wanted to rush over the parts of himself he was more uncomfortable with. A quick swipe over his belly, a graze of soapy fingers across his fuller chest.

Goro adores those parts of you. He thinks you’re sexy like this. Majima had already helped him along with his constant reassurance, but Kiryu hoped that he’d continue to feel better and more confident about himself as time went on. He couldn’t spend too long thinking disparaging thoughts about himself when he was about to get dicked down by his handsome (albeit somewhat unhinged) boyfriend in the next room, after all.

Drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his waist, which wouldn’t be there for long, Kiryu joined Majima in the bedroom. Majima was splayed out on his bed, completely nude and eyepatch-less, tapping away at his phone. He perked up when he saw Kiryu and snapped the device shut, tossing it onto his bedside table.

“Hey, good-lookin’. I was bein’ real good and tryin’ not to touch myself while ya washed up. Thought about maybe bustin’ in to join ya in the shower too, but I didn’t. Ain’t ya proud of me?”

“Good job, you practiced patience and self control, for once. But I’m all yours now.” Kiryu climbed onto the bed and settled himself on top of Majima, meeting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Majima grazed his hands along Kiryu’s flanks, but huffed when he reached the terry cloth obstacle in his path. “Get this towel outta here, why’d ya even wear it?” He threw the towel aside and grabbed meaty handfuls of Kiryu’s sizable glutes. “Need to prep ya right now, can’t wait any longer to pound this magnificent ass of yers.”

Kiryu sat up to let Majima retrieve a nearby bottle of lube. Situating himself onto his stomach, he put a pillow under his waist to prop his ass up. He had just spread his legs open for easier access when he felt the weight of the bed shift as Majima settled himself behind him and popped open the cap of the lube.

“Been waitin’ to getcha like this again…” Majima sunk his first finger into Kiryu’s entrance. He gasped at the sensation of the cold lube but made himself relax as Majima’s slicked up finger began opening him up, pumping the digit in and out in a steady rhythm.

“F-feels good, Goro,” Kiryu sighed, quickly acclimating to the feeling of Majima inside of him. He had tried to finger himself on occasion when they were apart, thinking of Majima as he did it, but it was never as good as this. It couldn’t compare, especially not when Majima could hit that sweet spot right inside of him so expertly.

Majima continued working him open, adding a second finger to scissor and stretch him out. Kiryu breathed in and out steadily and found himself eagerly pushing himself back against Majima’s long, skillful fingers, desperate for more. As if Majima knew what he wanted him that moment, Majima rubbed a finger against his prostate and Kiryu let out a groan as sparks of pleasure traveled through him.

“Need more, please,” he whined. “I want you inside me.”

“Love it when ya get all needy like this,” Majima growled and leaned down to bite at one of Kiryu’s buttcheeks as his fingers continued working him. Kiryu let out a yelp at the pain, but it made him want Majima even more.

“I’m ready, Goro. Want you now.” Kiryu panted. He winced at the feeling of being left empty once again when Majima withdrew his fingers. Kiryu craned his neck to look back at Majima.

“Damn if you aren’t a fuckin’ sight right now,” Majima rumbled low and deep, leaning against Kiryu’s back and grabbing his chin before attacking his mouth in a desperate kiss.

Majima sat back and lined himself up behind Kiryu’s entrance, gripping at his plush hips. He braced himself, feeling the head of Majima’s cock breach his hole. Majima shuddered out a breath behind him and slowly pushed in deeper. Kiryu kept his breathing steady as Majima’s cock slid in farther until it finally bottomed out.

“You good, Kaz?” Majima asked shakily as he paused.

“I’m amazing. You can move.”

Majima began thrusting in and out of Kiryu at a slow, even pace. Kiryu matched his rhythm and pushed back towards him with each thrust. 

“Ya feel so fuckin’ wonderful. Missed this, missed yer gorgeous ass.” Majima praised him as he continued pounding into Kiryu.

“M-missed this too, Goro,” Kiryu replied, flushing at the praise. He had never thought much about his own ass, not when it was nearly pure muscle or in its current state. But the way Majima talked about it, talked about other parts of his body, never ceased to have an effect on him.

Kiryu groaned as Majima’s grip on his hips tightened and his dick pistoned into him with increasing speed, hitting his prostate over and over, setting off bursts of ecstasy. He was leaking precum onto the bed below him, his own cock engorged and heavy against his belly, aching to be touched. He was about to take care of it himself when he felt Majima lean his body against him and reach around to grip his length, pumping in time with his own thrusts.

Hot puffs of breath ghosted over Kiryu’s neck. He felt the drag of Majima’s tongue lapping up the beads of sweat gathering at his hairline. Majima mouthed his way along Kiryu’s neck and jaw before Kiryu turned his head, giving better access for their lips to meet. They moaned into each other’s mouths in a sloppy kiss.

“Yer so hot…ain’t gonna, hnnfff, last much longer,” Majima choked out as his thrusts became more erratic, still jacking Kiryu off vigorously. He bit down on Kiryu’s shoulder and with that jolt of pain, Kiryu was pushed over the edge, his seed pulsing hot and thick into Majima’s fist and spilling onto the bed.

Majima fucked into Kiryu’s used and overstimulated hole, until finally he stuttered and reached his peak. Majima let out a cry and his fingers squeezed Kiryu’s hips so tight it hurt as his hot cum painted Kiryu’s insides.

Panting, Majima collapsed onto Kiryu’s back, cheek squishing against his broad shoulder blades. He lay there for a few breaths, then gently pulled out of Kiryu, his spend dripping out and adding more to the mess on the bedspread.

Majima slid off of Kiryu and rolled onto his back, turning his head to face him. “Ya ruined me, ain’t nobody else who can compare. I hope ya know that.”

“Should be saying the same about you,” Kiryu replied, moving off the pillow that had propped up his hips to lay on his side next to Majima. “Still don’t know how your fingers can do that to me.”

“Heh, why’d ya think I keep these babies hidden under gloves all the time? Dangerous and sexy weapons.” Majima put his hand in front of Kiryu’s face, curling his fingers like claws.

“That’s definitely not the reason you wear gloves. But I do like them.” Kiryu grabbed Majima’s hand, examining his fingers. They were long and elegant, and surprisingly well manicured with close-cut nails and trimmed cuticles. He couldn’t help but bring them to his lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Eww you wanna kiss my hands after I got yer jizz all over ‘em?” Majima laughed.

“Says the person who’s been licking my sweat off me all night.”

“Just teasin’. You can do whatever nasty stuff ya want, I promise I won’t be fazed by it.”

“Speaking of nasty stuff…” Kiryu trailed off as he reached for his bath towel, which had been flung unceremoniously across the bed.

“Oh, ya don’t wanna lay in our own bodily filth? I see how it is,” Majima joked. “Hang on a sec.” He left the room while Kiryu did his best to sop up the wet spots they’d both left and wipe himself off.

Majima returned, tossing something that bounced off Kiryu’s chest onto the bed beside him. He picked it up to see a wrapped convenience store onigiri with pickled plum filling.

“Are you giving me a post-coital onigiri?” Kiryu asked as he unwrapped the cellophane and took a bite.

“Yeah…picked up a couple earlier today.” Majima sat down next to him on the bed and began unwrapping his own. “I was thinkin’ about back when we used to suck each other off in alleys after our fights and then walk into a Poppo and grab snacks together.”

“Heh. We sure were romantic.”

“And fuckin’ idiots. Things coulda been different if we’d just called it what it is back then.”

Kiryu nodded as he chewed on a large bite of onigiri. 

“Guess I kinda forced myself back into your life, huh Kaz. Don’t know about you, but I don’t regret it one bit.”

“I don’t either. I’m glad you did. I know it’s risky of me to be involved with you, or to even be back in Tokyo, for the sake of my kids.”

Majima wrapped his arms around Kiryu’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Ya know I’ll never let anythin’ happen to you or the kids, right? You’ve already spent so much of yer life protectin’ other people, maybe it’s time ya let someone else protect you, for once.” 

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else but you.”

“Damn right. Nobody in their right mind’s gonna mess with the Mad Dog if they know what’s good for ‘em.”

Kiryu smiled at Majima and cradled his face with his hands before placing a chaste kiss on Majima’s lips.

“So…What would you be doing right now if I wasn’t here?”

“I dunno. Watchin’ shitty movies on tv, lookin’ at porn, hangin’ around one of my haunts in Kamurocho if I couldn’t sleep.”

“Want to watch a shitty movie until we fall asleep?”

“Only if I can lay on ya and use yer tits as a pillow.”

“Sounds like the perfect way to end the evening.”

Chapter Text

Kiryu

Kiryu woke up the next morning without being greeted by the sound of waves for the first time in over a year. It was almost silent, apart from the soft breathing coming from the man next to him. He would have expected to hear Kamurocho’s usual chorus of sirens off in the distance, but felt that it was eerily quiet for being in the middle of the city. Majima must have had some type of sound proofing in his penthouse apartment.

Majima was still asleep, spread out on his back and taking up as much room on the king sized bed as it was physically possible to do. One leg was draped across Kiryu, the other splayed out in a straddle and tangled in the sheets. His arms were flung above his head at opposite angles. He looked a bit like a starfish like this, which made Kiryu chuckle to himself.

As Kiryu started to close his eyes in an attempt to drift back to sleep, an annoyingly loud and buzzing alarm sounded from Majima’s phone. He jolted upright and watched as Majima groaned and stirred, rolling over to the bedside table to switch off the alarm. Majima rolled back from where he came, tangling the sheets around himself like a cocoon until he reached Kiryu’s side of the bed. He lay there for a few seconds trying to extricate his limbs and struggled, flopping around like a fish.

“Shit, ‘m stuck. Help me out, Kaz.”

“How did this even happen…what would you have done if I wasn’t here?” Kiryu helped unroll Majima from the cotton prison of his own making.

“Eventually Nishida woulda come lookin’ fer me if I didn’t come into work. Which is the last fuckin’ place I want to be right now, by the way.” Majima groaned and sat up.

“Do you want any breakfast before you leave?”

“That’s sweet of ya to ask, but I’m good with my two cans of coffee and cigarettes to get me through the mornin’.” Majima walked over to his closet and pulled out his suit. “Plus, I’ve gotta haul ass outta here as soon as I’m dressed.”

“Why didn’t you set your alarm earlier, then?”

“I dunno, babe! Not all of us think about stuff like breakfast.” Majima stood in front of a full-length  mirror while he tied his tie hastily. “But if it means that much to ya, we can have breakfast together tomorrow. I can even cook for ya. How’s that sound?”

“I’d like that.”

Majima jogged out of the bedroom door and into the bathroom, reappearing with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Help yerself to whatever,” Majima said through a mouth of foamy toothpaste, pacing around the room as he brushed.

“I’ll see what I can cook up, but I’ll go shopping myself today too. I’ll have dinner ready for you when you’re home tonight. And promise you’ll at least eat something for lunch today. For me.”

Majima rolled his eye but nodded, walking back into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth.

“You and Nishida both, always houndin’ me about eatin’ meals. Can’t a guy live off stimulants in peace?” Majima walked back into the room just as his phone buzzed from the bedside table. “Shit, speak of the devil, Nishida’s here to pick me up.” He grumbled, running his palm down his face.

“Go to work, Goro. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“That’s gonna be the only thing that gets me through the day.” Majima sighed. He grabbed his phone then quickly crawled over to the bed and kissed Kiryu, tasting of mint.

“Maybe I’ll even send you some pictures today while you’re at work,” Kiryu smirked, bringing a hand to the back of Majima’s neck and gently stroking his fuzzy undercut.

“Oh? Does that mean what I think it means?” Majima leaned into the touch.

“You’ll see,” he replied, not revealing his hand. But only because he hadn’t actually thought about what he was going to send yet.

“Fuck…yer makin’ it real hard to leave. I’ll see ya later, hot stuff.” He kissed Kiryu one last time before getting off the bed. “Oh yeah, and there’s a spare key by the door that I had made for ya. Don’t forget it if ya decide to go out today.”

With that, Majima waltzed out the door and Kiryu was left alone in Majima’s spacious apartment. He stretched his arms above his head and left the bed to explore what Majima’s kitchen had to offer.

There was some milk bread from the convenience store and a dozen eggs. Eggs on toast would be nice for breakfast. If he bought milk and maple syrup, he could make French Toast for Majima on Sunday like he had when he had come to visit Okinawa. And because there were eggs, oyakodon seemed like a great choice for dinner that evening. He would only need to get chicken and onions to make it.

He knew he didn’t have to cook for Majima, as there were plenty of options for food in Kamurocho, but he wanted to impress his boyfriend with what he had learned since they had last seen each other. The bar was still fairly low, considering Kiryu’s previous cooking repertoire of simple dishes and overdoing it on curry for so long, but he had been actively trying to expand his horizons. Cooking was something that he and Haruka bonded over as they both learned more together, so he had come to genuinely enjoy it.

Kiryu made his breakfast - a couple scrambled eggs piled onto a toasted piece of milk bread, with a drizzle of Kewpie mayonnaise on top - and cleaned up his dishes. He walked back into the bedroom and started to make the bed, but realized that there were still remnants of the stain they’d left on the bedspread from the previous night’s activities. He stripped the bed and began a load of laundry so that the duvet cover would have plenty of time to dry between now and this evening.

He then remembered they had left the living room in a bit of a state after their brawl last night. Nothing could be done about the hairline cracks in the wall right now, but Kiryu picked up the DVDs that had been knocked off the shelf when he’d flung Majima into it. There were a couple horror movies, action movies, and one that was extremely explicit and involved tentacles. He was a little curious, but it wasn’t something he’d go out of his way to watch. If he got bored enough, maybe.

Once Kiryu felt he had left the apartment in a sufficiently tidy state, he got dressed and prepared to head out to the store. He wore slacks and a short-sleeved button-down shirt, which he didn’t think he had ever worn around Kamurocho. But he was no longer a family man or a Tokyo resident. Part of him worried that someone he knew would run into him, but would they even recognize him now, given his different getup and different body type? Just to be safe, he put a medical mask on to cover his nose and mouth. He grabbed the spare key Majima had left him and headed out the door.

Stepping into the hot summer sun on the streets of Kamurocho was unpleasant. Kiryu was used to the heat in Okinawa, but it was different when there was a cooling ocean breeze and you lived just a couple hundred meters from the water. The asphalt and tall buildings that trapped the heat here made the summer seem even more stifling than he’d remembered. He would surely need to shower before Majima came home that evening, already feeling damp after just a few minutes of walking outside.

Kiryu arrived at a grocery store that he knew the location of but had never actually been inside of, given how seldom he’d bought fresh food for himself back when he lived in Tokyo. The store wasn’t massive, but it wasn’t small either. He had no idea where anything was, so he stood there for a moment petrified with choice paralysis. He must have looked out of his element because he was approached by a bubbly middle aged woman wearing a store name tag reading “Keiko”.

“Hello, sir! Is there anything I can help you find today?”

“I’m looking for onions.” He could have found them on his own eventually, but he’d humor the woman.

“Well, you’re in luck, because we’re running a special on them today! We’ve got some beautiful onions from Hokkaido, and I’m willing to bet they’re some of the biggest you’ve ever seen. Here, let me show you where they are.” Keiko motioned for Kiryu to follow her.

She made small talk as Kiryu walked down the aisles right behind her. “Are you doing the shopping for your wife today? How sweet!”

Kiryu hesitated answering for a moment. He hadn’t come out to anyone about Majima yet, let alone a stranger. “I uh, don’t have a wife. I’m actually the one cooking for my partner tonight, and I’m visiting from out of town,” he replied, purposefully leaving the gender of said partner ambiguous.

“Oh!” She glanced back at him and gave him a once-over. “I see…”

Kiryu wasn’t exactly sure what her reaction meant, but she didn’t prod him further.

They made it to the onion display in the produce section, and Keiko was not wrong. They were indeed the biggest onions he had ever seen in his life, so he may as well take advantage of the sale and get several, figuring that he could use them for other meals later in the week.  

“I have something else you might like, hang on just a moment,” Keiko said and walked away briskly.

Kiryu had no idea what she had in mind, but took his time looking over the onions and selecting the best-looking ones while he waited for her to come back. A couple minutes later Keiko returned, carrying something flat and wrapped in plastic that she handed to him.

“If your partner doesn’t have an apron in their house, I thought you might like one to wear while you’re cooking. I found one that might suit you.”

The apron she handed him was heather gray canvas with an adorable embroidered tan cat face on top. Unfortunately, Keiko was right. He loved it.

“This is great. Thanks for all your help, Keiko.”

“My pleasure. Good luck with dinner tonight! Your partner is a very lucky person to have a handsome guy like you to cook for them.”

Kiryu’s cheeks went red, grateful that it was partially hidden by his mask, and he nodded as Keiko left. He continued his shopping journey on his own and wandered until he found the meat aisle to grab a pack of chicken thighs. He got milk and maple syrup for french toast. He then perused the ready-made meals at the store, picking up a container of cold soba noodles and a small salad. And because it was hot, a couple of electrolyte drinks and a pack of melon popsicles as a treat for himself.

He paid for his groceries and the apron, and began to make his way back to Majima’s apartment. He realized that aside from cooking, he didn’t really have much else to do that day. He hadn’t thought to bring a book on the trip with him, so he decided to stop at a Poppo on the way back to find some reading material at the magazine rack, thankful for another short break from the sweltering heat in the air conditioned store.

Kiryu browsed the magazines and selected a handful that interested him, one of which was a fitness magazine (sure, maybe he was planning to get back into better fitness routines once again, but the muscled men were a nice bonus). He also couldn’t resist getting a couple of snacks while he was there like potato chips and a small box of cookies. Majima’s voice was in his head, reminding him to allow himself to be a little self indulgent, especially while on vacation.

Finally, Kiryu felt satisfied with all he needed for the day. He would try not to go back out into the sun if he could help it. As soon as he got home, Kiryu stuck the popsicles into the freezer, hoping they hadn’t gotten too melty with his detour at Poppo, and put the perishables in the fridge. He didn’t really know where to put all the onions, so he put them on the counter for now. He’d have to take a picture for Majima later–they really were impressive. Majima did say he wanted to send him pictures while he was at work, after all.

It had been so long since Kiryu had had so much time to himself without any real responsibilities. His only tasks at hand were eating his lunch, finishing up the laundry, and making dinner. The rest of the time belonged to him to do whatever he pleased. 

Maybe he was a bit of a boring guy, but he really was looking forward to an afternoon of doing things like reading magazines and watching tv.

Of course, he wished he could be doing all those boring things with Majima. He had agreed to take the weekend off while Kiryu was in town, but he knew he couldn’t afford a lot of time off in general. Kiryu would appreciate his solo time for now, and had plenty to busy himself with until his boyfriend came back to eat a nice home-cooked meal with him.

***

Majima

Work was boring as ever. Meetings droned on, there was what seemed to be endless paperwork to fill out and messages to respond to. Sure, he made bank, but that came at a price.

Majima jolted every time his phone buzzed with a new message, hoping it was something from Kiryu to give him any sort of reprieve from the monotony of the day. At mid-day during Majima’s lunch break (he had begrudgingly picked up a simple beef bento from a convenience store), a message from Kiryu with a photo attached finally arrived. Majima opened it up, heart beating rapidly.

Come on, come on, please be a dick pic of Kiryu at my apartment. He thought to himself, silently praying to whatever minor deity might be listening. His mouth went dry just thinking about what surface Kiryu might be on. The couch would be hot. He made a note to himself that they needed to fuck on it before the week was over. Hell, maybe they should make it a goal to have sex on every available surface he could with Kiryu in the time they had together.

What he opened his message to see was anything but a dick pic. It was a photo of several massive round onions arranged on his couch, with a caption that read:

Onions were on sale today, look at the size of them! Making oyakodon tonight.

Are you shitting me right now…he’s sending me pictures of onions. Onions he put on my couch for some damn reason.

He typed out a reply to Kiryu:

Oy, those onions don’t belong there. Would rather see a picture of you instead, if ya know what I mean ;)

Kiryu was probably not going to pick up on his hint, because if he hadn’t by this point without it being explicitly spelled out, and even when it had, he still hadn’t delivered.

What he received a short while later was a simple message reading Better? along with an attached photo of Kiryu with a dopey smirk standing in his apartment, holding a humongous onion with one hand, his other arm outstretched and holding up his phone. The thing that struck Majima most was that he was wearing an apron with a little cat embroidered on it. Majima didn’t own an apron that looked like that, so the man had either brought an apron with him from Okinawa, or he had purchased it that day. And now Majima was getting hot under the collar fantasizing about Kiryu wearing nothing but said apron as he pounded him into next week.

He replied to Kiryu with:

When I get home tonight, keep the apron on.

Kiryu probably wouldn’t think anything of the message, but he was going to get laid while wearing that apron. The end of the day at work couldn’t come soon enough.

Hours later, with a few more back and forth messages throughout the day with Kiryu asking him things like where certain cooking utensils were, Majima was finally able to leave work. Before he even entered his apartment, he could already get a whiff of the most amazing smell: the hint of sweetness from the sauce, onions, egg, and chicken from the oyakodon that Kiryu had lovingly made.

And there he was, the man of the hour, the object of Majima’s affection, setting the table and still wearing his apron.

“Welcome home,” Kiryu said as he looked up at Majima who was at the entryway struggling to take off his shoes and loosen his tie simultaneously. “Hope you’re ready to eat.”

“Kiryu-chan. You expect me to eat first after that picture you sent?” He walked over and wrapped his arms around Kiryu’s shoulders, kissing him deeply.

“I suppose I should have asked whether you wanted dinner, a bath or me. You liked my picture that much?”

“Yes. Yes I fuckin’ did.” Majima backed Kiryu into the counter behind him and pressed his body flush against Kiryu. “Been sportin’ a half chub all afternoon if I’m bein’ honest. Couldn’t wait to get home and do all kinds of things to ya in this apron.” He trailed his hands up Kiryu’s apron-covered belly and pecs and grabbed onto the straps that held the apron around his neck.

“You want to…with the apron on?” Kiryu looked baffled, but his cheeks reddened at Majima’s comment regardless.

“Just humor me, okay? It gets me goin’, seein’ ya bein’ a hot little house husband like this.” Majima stuck a leg between Kiryu’s and gently pried them apart. Kiryu gasped and closed his eyes as Majima’s knee nudged against his groin.

“That’s very good to know,” Kiryu spoke softly, bringing his hands up to the small of Majima’s back and nudging him closer, urging him to continue. 

“Yeah, so now ya know what to send me for future spank bank fodder. But now you’re right here, and I’m achin’ for it.” Majima nipped at the side of Kiryu’s neck as he rocked against him. 

“Mmm, I can tell. What did you have in mind?”

“Take your pants off, I wanna suck your cock. And yes, the apron stays on.”

While Kiryu eagerly unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, Majima sank down to his knees in front of him and lifted the apron over his head. All he could see was Kiryu from the waist down, the apron shrouding his view from everything else around him. He took Kiryu’s cock in his gloved hand and pumped it slowly to full hardness, drawing breathy moans out of Kiryu.

Majima surged forward, licking up the underside of the shaft, taking in the scent of Kiryu’s musk but also noticing the smell of his own soap. Had he showered while Majima was at work? He wondered if Kiryu had jerked off in his shower. Knowing him, he probably thought it was wrong doing it in someone else’s house, but maybe he’d ask about it later. Majima then took the head into his mouth and licked the slit with his tongue. Kiryu’s hips bucked in response to the sensation. Majima hollowed his cheeks around Kiryu’s cock and sucked hard, making him gasp. He began to bob his head, gradually sinking deeper to take more of the length into his mouth and throat.

He could hear Kiryu breathing heavily above him. Majima wished he could see Kiryu’s face right now but he also wanted to keep the apron as it was. He could imagine what he looked like though, face flushed, those gorgeous lips parted as he gasped and moaned. His hands were probably gripping the counter behind him. Majima couldn’t help but reach down and free his own cock, stroking himself as he pleasured Kiryu. He was excruciatingly hard and already leaking.

As Majima’s movements sped up, Kiryu continued making noises and rolling his hips gently. His cock hit the back of Majima’s throat a few times and it made his eyes water but he didn’t gag, being a seasoned cocksucker. While Majima continued pumping his own dick more aggressively, he gripped Kiryu’s thick thigh with his other hand and felt him tremble, signaling that he was close.

“G-goro, I’m gonna–” Kiryu choked out without much warning. He cried out and came, his hot spend filling Majima’s mouth and pouring down his throat. Majima pulled Kiryu’s cock out of his mouth and wasn’t long behind him, fucking into his fist until he reached his own climax.

Majima emerged from underneath the apron and looked up at Kiryu. His cheeks were red and flushed, hair flopping over his forehead in sweaty clumps. Majima could only imagine how he himself must have looked in that moment: lips wet and spit-slick, cum dribbling down his chin, limp dick hanging out of his suit trousers. And to top it all off, a fun new stain that he’d have to get dry-cleaned.

Kiryu reached out a hand for Majima to grab, helping him stand up on wobbly legs.

“So…how ‘bout that lovely dinner you worked so hard on, Kaz?” He asked, tucking his cock back in and zipping up his pants.

“Give me a second…I’ll re-heat it.”

***

Dinner was delicious, despite the horny interruption. Kiryu thought the eggs were a little more done than he would have liked, and swore they would have been better if they had eaten more or less right away. It was more substantial of a meal than Majima ever had time to cook for himself these days.

“Damn, ya keep improvin’ yer cookin’ every time I see ya,” Majima said between bites. “Typical Kiryu-chan, good at anything ya put yer mind to.”

“I’m glad you think so. Learning how to cook has been more enjoyable than I expected. I only wish I’d started sooner.”

“Still can’t believe ya started runnin’ an orphanage without knowin’ stuff like this.”

“It was a bit of a crash course. It wasn’t like I had anyone to teach me these kinds of things.”

“Good thing yer a quick learner.”

They finished their dinner and the two of them cleaned up, the process much quicker by the fact that Majima had a dishwasher. He barely used it on his own but he was glad he’d sprung the money for it in instances like this.

“Oh, I got melon popsicles if you want one later. I already had one earlier. I wanted something to help me cool off after being out in the heat,” Kiryu mentioned casually as he scrubbed a pan in the sink.

Majima all but threw the bowl he was putting in the dishwasher and bolted upright. “Excuse me, are ya tellin’ me ya ate a popsicle, a known phallic food? I’ve seen the way ya work an ice cream cone. And ya didn’t think maybe I woulda wanted a picture of that?” An image of Kiryu flashed through Majima’s head, sweat beading on Kiryu’s face, wearing nothing but an undershirt and boxers as he sucked on a popsicle. “But instead, ya sent me onions?”

“Ah, maybe that would have been better than the onions, you’re right. But they were impressively large, weren’t they?”

“If I wanted to see impressively large round things, I could just pull down yer pants.” Kiryu dropped his sponge into the pan at the comment, splashing himself with water. “But I gotta admit, they were real good in the oyakodon. And yer apron pic made up for it.”

“Heh, I didn’t expect it would get such a reaction out of you.”

“Why wouldn’t it? So damn cute…can’t believe I get to come home to ya like this after work all week. Workin’ fer Tojo may be shit right now, but at least I have a hot piece of ass in my life to make it a little more tolerable.” Majima sidled up behind Kiryu as he finished up the last of the dishes in the sink, placing his hands on his plush hips and resting his chin on Kiryu’s shoulder.

“So what did you have in mind for the rest of the evening, Goro?”

“Hmm…plenty of other things we could with ya in this apron.” Majima ran his hands up Kiryu’s torso and squeezed Kiryu’s pecs through the apron.

“You sure you don’t want to space it out? I’m here all week.”

“Aw c’mon, I know ya can go another round tonight. That was just an appetizer. I’ll let ya top me. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good to me. What if I wear just the apron and nothing else?”

“Now yer talkin’...toldja you were a fast learner.”

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Majima

It was finally Saturday, and of course Majima had woken up too early. It was partly because he was excited to have a rare day alone with Kiryu and not have to worry about work. It wasn’t often that he naturally let himself sleep in, or sleep much at all, but having Kiryu there helped. He probably wouldn’t have slept or eaten as much as he had the last few days if Kiryu weren’t there to pester him about the way he took care of himself.

As he slowly regained consciousness, Majima realized his brain wasn’t the only thing waking up right now. He was suddenly very aware that he was sporting a raging hardon. He knew it was perfectly natural to have morning wood, but it was equally hard to ignore. Should he just try to go back to sleep and will it to calm down on its own, or wait for Kiryu to wake up? How long would that be? Minutes? An hour?

He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, taking deep breaths and trying to think about anything unsexy. That is, until the naked body next to him rolled over and he felt a familiar hardness jabbing against his thigh.

Well. If it was something they were both dealing with, things just got a whole lot more interesting. Dare Majima jerk himself off next to Kiryu, while he was still in dreamland but equally as hard? But it would both be much more fun and save time to take care of their issue simultaneously. So Majima decided to wake Kiryu up.

Majima turned over so he was facing Kiryu. “Oy, Kazuma,” he mumbled as he lightly shook Kiryu by the shoulder, hoping to wake him gently.

Kiryu grunted but didn’t open his eyes, still dead to the world.

“Kaz. Wake up,” he said in a louder voice. He shook Kiryu a bit more vigorously, but he was still fast asleep.

“Kazuma Kiryu-chan, wake the fuck up!” He yelled, raising the volume of his voice even louder. When that still failed to rouse him, Majima smacked him on the cheek, maybe slightly harder than he needed to.

Kiryu’s eyes shot open in shock for a beat, staring at him. “Did you just slap me?”

“Good mornin’, sleepyhead. Sorry ‘bout that.” Majima kissed him on the cheek where he had left a red mark. “Ya weren’t wakin’ up so I had to be more forceful.”

“Why did you wake me up?” Kiryu grumbled.

“Ya see, you n’ I both got somethin’ we gotta handle, so to speak.” He ground his erection into Kiryu’s, his breath hitching in response.

“Ah. I see what you mean.”

“So…ya think we should do somethin’ about it?” Majima continued to slowly rub himself against Kiryu.

“Y-yeah. That’s a great idea.”

There was a bottle of lube on the bedside table next to Majima that they hadn’t bothered putting away after last night’s activities. Majima reached for it and squeezed a generous amount into his hand before returning to his previous position, facing Kiryu. He gripped their cocks in his fist and pumped them together at a steady pace.

“What a way to wake up, eh Kaz?” he said breathily. “Thought about takin’ care of it myself and lettin’ ya sleep, but it’s a lot more enjoyable this way.”

“I’m glad you woke me. It was worth the slap in the face.”

They met in a kiss as Majima continued to stroke them, his speed picking up. Kiryu’s hand joined his, squeezing them tighter together as they moaned into each other's mouths.

“Not gonna be long fer me, Kaz,” Majima panted, looking into Kiryu’s eyes. “Yer so damn hot…ahh!…can’t get enough of ya.” He gave his lovehandles a gentle squeeze. 

“Likewise,” Kiryu huffed out. He grabbed the back of Majima’s head with his free hand and smashed their lips together as they kissed, frantic and needy. Kiryu bit his lower lip and Majima let out a cry as he went tumbling over the edge.

Majima gave a final buck into their fists as he came, streaking their torsos and the sheets below. Both of their fists continued to work their cocks together until Kiryu joined him, his seed adding to the mess between their bodies.

They lay in bed together for a moment, catching their breath and reveling in post-orgasmic haze.

Kiryu spoke up first. “I definitely need a shower…want to come with?”

“I ain’t gonna say no to that. Then I’ll cook ya that breakfast I owe ya.”

After they were bathed and dressed, Majima headed to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. Kiryu always took a ridiculous amount of time to get his hair perfectly gelled, so Majima left him to his styling and got a head start with cooking. Kiryu soon joined Majima in the kitchen and placed his hands on Majima’s hips while he peeked over his shoulder at their breakfast in progress. Kiryu nuzzled his nose against Majima’s neck while Majima was trying to roll up another layer of tamagoyaki in a rectangular pan.

“It smells really good, Goro. And so do you.” 

Majima laughed as he felt Kiryu’s stubble tickling the back of his neck. “Oi, sit down, this is delicate work!”

“Now you know how I feel when I’m trying to cook for you. But I’ll leave you to it.” Kiryu kissed the nape of Majima’s neck before sitting down at the table.

Majima finished cooking and brought out their dishes of food: perfectly rolled tamagoyaki despite the distraction, pan-seared salmon, steaming bowls of miso soup, and bowls of rice.

“You really didn’t have to do all this just for me.” Kiryu clapped his hands together and said a quiet “Itadakimasu” before digging in.

“What, ain’t I allowed to impress ya a little?” 

“I suppose you are. And it’s just as delicious as I expected. I missed your cooking.”

Kiryu closed his eyes and hummed contentedly after next bite. Majima loved seeing Kiryu light up when he ate something he found particularly delicious, but especially when it was something he’d had made for Kiryu himself.

“I wanted to kick off the weekend with my special guy by doin’ a little somethin’ special.”

“Your special guy, huh? What sort of plans did you have in mind for us?”

“Ya mean our full weekend date? We can do anythin’ ya want. Don’t matter to me as long as I’m with ya.”

“Hmm…” Kiryu contemplated as he ate. “I’d love to go to the arcade, or sing karaoke for old times’ sake.”

“Oh, here’s an idea: ya wanna see who can win more UFO Catcher prizes?” Because what better way to start a date than a bit of friendly rivalry, if Majima had anything to say about it. It wasn’t nearly as fun as getting into a brawl with Kiryu in public, but they could still get their competition fix. 

“Are you sure you’re up to the challenge?” Kiryu smirked. “I’m pretty good.”

“Yer on, Kaz. And I don’t mind donatin’ my winnings to the squirts at Morning Glory.”

“That’s very kind of you. Heh, the kids would love it if I came home with a suitcase full of stuffed animals.”

“And of course we gotta do karaoke. Ya know how that voice of yers gets me goin’...” Majima recalled the last time they sang karaoke together several years ago. They had gotten kicked out of their room when a fight turned makeout session got a little too heated. “I bet we can be sneakier than we were last time.”

“I think it was breaking the table and one of the microphones that got us kicked out, not the kissing. Maybe we can stick to just that this time. Also…” Kiryu rested his chopsticks next to his dishes before continuing “I’d like to see Date while I’m in town.”

Majima took extra time chewing the bite he was working on before answering. “I think ya already know how I feel about the guy…But if it means that much to ya, we can see him.”

“I realize you two don’t always see eye to eye. But if anyone knows about us, it should be him. He’s been good to me all these years, and I consider him a close friend.”

Majima had no idea how Kiryu had managed to befriend and/or date multiple cops. Sure, with that babe Sayama, he understood the appeal. But Date? The deadbeat dad who easily let Haruka slip from his grasp when he’d sent his boys to kidnap her? That guy was Kiryu’s closest civilian friend? There was obviously a bond between them that Majima just couldn’t understand. But what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t at least try to make nice with his boyfriend’s best buddy?

“‘Course, Kaz. Happy to support ya.” He sat up to clear their plates, hoping Kiryu couldn’t pick up on his hesitation.

“So, Club Sega first?”

***

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at Club Sega. The cacophony of game sounds, music and flashing lights was sensory overload, but damn if it wasn’t music to his ears. Sure, it was a cheesy as hell place for a date between two grown men, but it was their first time doing something like this together after becoming an official item. Majima was happy to indulge Kiryu in this way, too.

They filled their pockets full of 100 yen coins at the change machine and laid out their ground rules.

“Okay, we got an even number of coins split between us. Let’s see how many plushies we can each get with this and whoever comes out on top, well…how about we say that’s who’s gonna be comin’ on top tonight, if ya know what I mean?” Majima wiggled his eyebrows at Kiryu suggestively.

Kiryu rolled his eyes, but Majima could tell he was unsuccessfully holding back a grin. “I was going to suggest that whoever loses buys the other a drink, but I guess that works too. May the best man win.”

They each found separate UFO catchers and began trying their hands at winning the toys inside. Majima had put his first coin in and won a blue Beary Bear on his second try in the round. On the way to his next machine, he passed by Kiryu concentrating very hard on lining up the claw perfectly with a Kitty Kat plush. He had just nearly lined it up when Majima gave his plush ass a driveby pinch as he walked by him, causing Kiryu to jump and misalign the claw by mere millimeters.

Kiryu glared at him as Majima reached the machine next to him. “Hey, that’s cheating! You distracted me. You owe me a round.”

“Heehee, we never said anythin’ about sabotage bein’ against the rules. Shoulda been more specific.” He popped a coin into the machine and began moving the claw.

“I thought that would have been implied, but I suppose I should have known better with you.”

“Yeah c’mon Kiryu-chan, at this point ya should know I’m the kinda guy who reads the fine print and will find a loophole in anythin'," Majima remarked as he lined up the claw with his targeted Bun-chan plushie. He whooped with delight as the crane successfully grabbed it and dropped into the prize chute.

“Then from here on, no sabotaging each other. Deal?”

“Fine, deal. Not like I need the advantage or nothin’, I do just as well as you even with no depth perception. Looks like I’m already one ahead of ya.” He snatched his win out of the machine and scouted out the next one.

After ten rounds each, the final tally was Majima with four plushies and Kiryu with five. Which,  fortunately, worked out to be one plush for each of the kids back at Morning Glory.

“Well ya won fair and square, even after I played dirty. Ya still wanna use my original prize idea, or did ya have somethin’ else in mind?”

“I’ll have to think about it, but it’s certainly not a bad idea.”

“Yeah?” Majima sidled up beside him and spoke softly into his ear. “Damn, I wanna kiss ya so bad right now.

“What, because I’m good at UFO catchers?”

“Naw, just ‘cause yer cute.”

“We’ll see if you’re still saying the same thing when I beat you again.”

They grabbed more coins and played more games together. Kiryu, of course, won every round of Virtua Fighter and Outrun.

“Alright hotshot, ya kicked my ass at everything, so I think it’s only fair we play somethin’ where I got more than a marginal chance at winning.”

“And what’s that, darts?”

“Bingo.”

Majima was exceptionally good at darts and his score put Kiryu’s to shame. After 3 rounds, Kiryu was getting visibly frustrated.

“Need yer eyes checked, Kiryu-chan?”

“Hmph, guess I’m rusty at this. Are we done now?”

“Tch! Such a sore loser, those were my first wins of the day!

“I’m not sore, I’m just ready to go to karaoke.”

“If ya say so. I ain’t complainin’. Not only do I get to listen to yer sexy singin’ voice again, but I can kiss and touch ya in a dark room? Let’s go!”

***

Kiryu

Karaokekan was just a short walk, but they first dropped off their bounty of plush toys in a couple of coin lockers so they didn’t have to drag them all over town.

They paid for a couple hours worth of singing. It didn’t seem like anyone else was spending their Saturday morning at karaoke, so they had the opportunity to extend their time if they wanted to.

Majima plopped down onto the vinyl couch of their private room and eyed the menu, while Kiryu was already down to business looking up songs to add to their queue. He didn’t have many opportunities to go to karaoke these days, so he was going to make the most of his time.

“Ya wanna order drinks?” asked Majima, waving the menu in his face.

“It’s only 11AM.”

“But you’re on vacation! When else do ya get to do a little day-drinkin’?”

Kiryu sighed, finding himself yet again succumbing easily to Majima's bad influence. He did have a point, though. When was the last time he’d had a drink during the day? “You know what? Sure.”

Majima used the in-room phone to order them a round of beers. The first song in the queue came up on the TV and Kiryu grabbed the microphone, eager and ready to sing. Before he could, Majima paused the song. Kiryu looked over at him, brows knit in confusion.

“Hey, why don’tcha hold off a sec and wait until our drinks come to start singing so we’re not bothered? I got a proposition for ya…” Majima grinned deviously at him.

“What did you have in mind this time?”

“Ya ever done karaoke on ‘Hard Mode’ before?” he asked as if it was something everyone knew about and not just something he had most likely made up on the spot.

“I’m not sure what you mean. Like singing a really hard song I’ve never heard before?”

“It’s more like…I’ll try to distract ya while yer singing.”

“So you’ll be singing off-key or interjecting? Sounds pretty annoying.” Kiryu thought Majima was obnoxious enough during a normal karaoke session, though he did appreciate his enthusiasm.

“Nah, I won’t be singin’ or making any noise.” Majima shifted closer to Kiryu and leaned over, nosing against his neck below his ear. “I’ll be touchin’ ya. See if I can make ya mess up that way.” He nipped at Kiryu’s earlobe before retreating.

“O-oh…I see,” a flush bloomed across Kiryu’s cheeks. This was something he never would have come up with on his own. There was certainly never a dull moment dating someone like Majima.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Let’s try it. But you have to let me do it to you, too.”

“Well whaddya know, that was also part of the plan.”

There was soon a knock on the door, and an attendant came in to deliver their beers. They thanked him, and clinked their glasses together with a “kanpai!”

Kiryu took a big gulp and set it down to grab his microphone.

“Ya ready, big guy?”

Kiryu nodded. “Do your worst, Goro.” 

"Machine Gun Kiss" started its guitar riff intro, and Kiryu began to sing. Majima sidled up next to Kiryu on the couch to his left and placed a hand on Kiryu’s leg, tracing slow circles with his thumb. It wasn’t enough to alter his singing, but the touch wasn’t unwelcome. Majima’s hand crept gradually inwards, brushing along his inner thigh. Kiryu shivered under his touch, but his singing remained unaffected. Majima creeped his hand higher and higher at a snail’s pace towards his groin.

When Kiryu reached the chorus, Majima suddenly ramped things up tenfold. He latched his mouth onto Kiryu’s neck, licking and sucking what was bound to turn into a wet, nasty hickey. Kiryu’s breath hitched, messing him up at the “One hundred million kisses” line. Majima’s hand moved from his thigh to between Kiryu’s legs, giving him a quick, aggressive squeeze. Kiryu’s voice reached an embarrassingly high octave for a note before normalizing again.

“You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?” Kiryu murmured during the short instrumental break between the chorus and the song’s melody.

“I’m just gettin’ started, babe.”

Majima trailed his hand under his shirt up to his belly, grabbing it and massaging it between his fingers. Kiryu grimaced, but it didn’t impact his singing. Majima notably liked that part of his body more than he did, but he was glad at least someone did. Majima then moved his hand farther up to Kiryu’s soft chest, pinching his nipple. Kiryu groaned mid-lyric, skipping a couple words. Of course Majimia would be using his sensitive nipples against him like this.

The next round of the chorus began, and Majima began unbuttoning the top of Kiryu’s shirt. His mouth took the place of his fingers, licking his hardened nipples then sucking on them. Kiryu continued belting out the lyrics, voice strained. He was determined to get through the song, but he was starting to sweat. He was sure Majima could feel his pulse hammering away as he sucked and groped him with reckless abandon. It felt so good and he wanted so badly to give in and let himself fully enjoy what Majima was doing to him, but he also really, really liked singing.

As his final move, Majima knelt in front of Kiryu and gripped his thighs while he mouthed the now prominent tent in his pants. Kiryu let out a gasp, but persevered until the very end of the song. When it was over, Kiryu tossed his microphone aside on the couch, then grabbed Majima by the shoulders and hoisted him up into his lap.

“You’re such a damn menace,” he growled before capturing Majima’s mouth in a passionate kiss. “That was my worst score in years.”

“I know ya loved it though. Ya want me to uh…take care of this?” Majima ground against his crotch.

“Hnng…tempting, but…we really shouldn’t here.” Kiryu preferred to keep sex in public to a minimum if he could help it. “Why don’t you sing something? Maybe it’ll calm me down.”

“Wow, is my singing that much of a turn-off?

“I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Sorry some of us weren’t blessed with the voice of a sexy angel. Sheesh!” Majima feigned exasperation. “So, is it your turn to try it out on me?”

“No, not yet. Thought I’d surprise you, strike when you least expect it.”

“Well in that case…I’m gettin’ up and doin’ some dancin’ for this one! Let’s see if that boner goes away now.” Majima hopped off the couch to the front of the room as “24 Hour Cinderella” began to play.

***

After taking turns singing for three more rounds, Kiryu finally decided it was Majima’s turn for karaoke on Hard Mode. Majima had picked “As Long As You’re Happy”, which Kiryu really didn’t understand the appeal of, but he wasn’t going to stop Majima from singing one of his favorites.

Kiryu started by touching the nape of Majima’s neck, rubbing the muscles under his buzzed hair. He sang completely unimpaired by Kiryu’s touch.

“Kiryu-chan, this ain’t a massage parlor,” Majima muttered during a break in the song.

Usually, Majima loved having his neck and shoulders massaged in intimate settings, but his resolve was stronger than he expected. Kiryu grumbled in frustration and tried something else. He licked up Majima’s neck and nibbled at his earlobe as he sang. Still, he remained unfazed. 

Then it dawned on Kiryu: he didn’t have to use his hands or even his mouth to touch Majima. He had other body parts at his disposal that he knew would affect him. Kiryu crawled across Majima’s lap, moving from sitting on his right side to his left. As he did so, he dipped down so his belly brushed along Majima’s groin. That made Majima stumble over his lyrics, which was more of a reaction than he’d exhibited to anything else Kiryu had done to him so far. Kiryu smiled to himself, knowing that what he planned was absolutely going to work.

Maybe it was a cheap trick to use Majima’s literal blind spot, but he wanted Majima to be surprised by what he was about to do. He sat up on his knees and untucked his shirt from his pants, rucking it up to expose his belly. He shoved it into the side of Majima’s face, squishing against his cheek and eyepatch.

Majima made a high-pitched keen in response before exhaling a drawn-out but quiet “Fuuuuuck….” into the microphone. Majima tried to bury his face further into Kiryu’s flesh, now fully ignoring the song, but Kiryu backed up until he was out of reach.

He grabbed Majima’s chin and redirected his head back towards the screen. “No. Finish your song.”

Majima let out a shaky breath and continued singing again, his face flushed. Usually Kiryu was the one who was easily flustered, but there was something empowering knowing that he had the ability to do the same to Majima. 

***

Several hours later, the two of them exited Karaokekan with an assortment of new marks adorning their skin and a healthy buzz from a few rounds of drinks. They ambled along the busy Kamurocho streets with no particular destination in mind.

“Ahhh that was a riot, Kazzy!” Majima exclaimed. “Ya got me good back there… Literally didn’t see ya comin’ when ya rubbed yer belly against my face, but fuck if that wasn’t hot.” 

“Heh, glad you liked that. Surprised we didn’t get kicked out this time.”

“Pfff, kinda doubt the workers here wanna interact with our shady-lookin’ asses unless they hafta.”

“Speak for yourself. Not so sure people see me as yakuza these days, but maybe it’s obvious I’m not anymore. Before, I was a strong, scary, tough guy. Now I’m just a chubby dad guy.”

“People still approached ya before, despite yer tough guy look. There’s somethin’ about ya that’s always made ya approachable.”

“It’s different though. But maybe not in a bad way?”

“That’s the spirit. Ya wanna get some food before we go see yer ‘ol detective buddy?”

“Can we get ramen?”

“Anythin’ yer heart desires.”