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Next day was a trial, but Majima was not about to call in sick. He had things to take care of. He did the rounds, he smiled the smile and everything was as it should be. Except for the pain. He had a liquid noon-time breakfast and hoped to god he wasn’t going to regret the burgers. He checked his pager every hour and on the dot a new message from Kiryu had arrived. Every time, he sent a message back that mean he was OK. Once he called him back just to hear his voice. They met back at Kiryu’s after midnight.
“Ramen?” Kiryu suggested after he’d hugged him, kissed him, checked on him.
Majima nodded. “No meat.”
They ate on the low table in front of the brown leather sofa, then leaned back against it on the floor, looking out at the distant city lights.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Kiryu asked.
“There’s nothin' to talk about,” Majima said.
“It’s OK if you’re not ready to—”
“Will ya stop being so on top of everythin' once in a while? Just be a mess now and then,” he screeched.
Kiryu didn’t speak. He waited out the silence.
“How did ya know?” Majima asked more evenly. “What to do.”
Kiryu had thought hard about how he would phrase this. “I had been told about the things that can happen in the hole.” It wasn’t an outright lie. “I know someone who deals with it professionally. She guided me, in case. If you needed me. So I'd know what you were asking of me.”
Majima seemed to stare into nothing for a long while.
“I can’t help it,” he finally spoke. “If somethin' sets me off, I can’t control it. I want— I need things. And I hate it. Every second of it. I hate feelin’ it, thinkin’ it, doin' it. I’m repulsed by it. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop it. I’ve tried. God knows I’ve tried.”
“And yesterday? How did you feel then?”
“I felt… relief,” he whispered. He was crying, Kiryu realised.
Kiryu reached to touch his hand. “You know,” he said, “I have this really good friend. He once said to me that there is no right and wrong among adults, just want and consent.”
Majima looked at him. “Yer friend sounds like an asshole.”
“Nah. He’s never said anything to me that didn’t make sense.”
“That’s asking a lot of ya.”
“I’m going to ask a lot of you too one day. I hope you’re good for it.”
“Feels like I’ve got one debt with ya too many.”
“We could knock a bit off if you show me how to do that long orgasm thing. Do you think I could do it to you? Does it work with every dick shape, or—”
“How did I get such a fuckin’ nerd for a boyfriend?”
“Am I your boyfriend? Should I call you Goro-chan?”
“That’s… fuck no, I’m yer senior.”
“How about just Goro. Though I do love calling you niisan.”
“I know,” Majima looked at him warmly. “Ya like serving, don’t ya?”
Kiryu breathed deeply. There was no going back. “Is that OK?”
Majima sighed. “How can it not be. Have ya seen ya?”
Kiryu smiled. This was going to be alright.
“There’s something else we really need to talk about,” he said.
**
On Tuesday 7 August, Majima Goro walked into the Shimano family office. He’d not been called. He headed for Shimano’s room, remembering the last time he’d walked down that corridor uninvited. He’d made a choice then.
Two guards stood outside.
“The boss alone?”
“Yessir. I’ll tell him you’re here to see him.”
“No need,” Majima pushed through. He was carrying something heavy.
“Majima, I wasn’t expectin' you,” Shimano looked up from his papers. He never sat behind a desk, always the low table.
“I said two weeks. For the business plan. That’s today.”
“So it is. Well?”
Majima sat, putting a thick binder on the table. He didn’t open it.
“Since I’ve been your captain, your revenue’s gone up 25%. We’ve started ten new ventures, offset debts, recruited another 500 men. Ya’ve not had a single run-in with the law. The Shimano family is now the fourth most powerful in the Tojo.”
“What are ya getting at Majima?”
“This is what the Majima family is goin' to be: sewers, clean up, steel, docks, construction labour, already contracted for the first 12 months, all above board. Tech investment. None of which is in the Shimano portfolio. Diversification. One gamblin' hall, minimum costs. And this—” Majima pulled out a poster from the folder. It said Colosseum Opening Night. “It’s a 1000-seater. 20% owned by local businesses.”
Shimano looked at the poster. “And how exactly are ya plannin' on fulfilling all these contracts?”
“500 men start in September. Another 300 in October once there’s better cash flow.”
“Are ya tellin' me you’ve recruited 800 men in under two months?”
“I believe that makes the Shimano family the third most powerful in the Tojo. Of course, I’ve brought copies of the plans along: budgets, contracts, deeds, licences. I’m sure the suits will find the projections in order.”
Shimano looked at him evenly. Working things out. His eyes gleamed. Majima didn’t look away.
“So, I guess what I’m gettin' at, boss, is, I can function well enough on a leash, but I do my best work without it.”
Shimano laughed. “Very impressive, Majima, even for you. I knew you’d be makin' me proud. You always have been a very good boy.”
“No,” said Majima.
Shimano’s eye twitched imperceptibly.
“I’m your captain. I’ll do my best for the family, 'cause that’s what I do. I’m glad it makes ya proud, it’s all a captain can ask for. I can only hope that one day my own captain will share the joy I’m feelin' today.” He bowed his head respectfully. “I believe that should be more than plenty.”
They looked at each other.
“Now, I know you’re a busy man boss, I won’t keep ya.”
Shimano held his gaze for a long time, not giving permission.
“Always sad to see 'em fly the nest,” he said wistfully, a half-smile on his face. “You’ll understand one day. Alright Majima, let’s have this your way.”
“Thank you, boss,” Majima said, getting up to leave.
“Oh, and, who is he? Yer captain.”
“He ain’t turned up yet. He’ll show up eventually. I can function without 'im for a bit,” he bowed and walked, steady as can be.
**
“Kazuma!” Kiryu heard as he walked down Nakamichi. It was Saturday and he had the day off.
“Yumi! What are you up to?”
“Just picking up a few things before work. How about you?”
“Was just at the arcade.”
“Want to grab a coffee?”
“Sure,” Kiryu smiled.
“So are you still enjoying it at Serena?” he asked after they’d placed their order at Café Alps.
“I’m so happy there, Kazuma. Reina is amazing.” Kiryu thought he saw a slight blush.
“And the job? Is it still what you want?”
“Maybe not forever. I think I’d quite like to open my own bar.”
“That’s a good ambition to have,” he smiled. “But Yumi, if you ever need anything, if you want to go to business school or need a deposit, I can help. I know you’d rather do it on your own, but that’s what family’s for, right?”
“Kazuma, that’s awfully generous. When it comes to it, I will bear it in mind. For now though, I— I’m rather enjoying where I am. There’s something about looking after people for me. I guess I just like serving.”
The waitress put their coffees down, but Kiryu kept his eyes on her.
“Yeah... Yeah, I like it too,” he said when they were alone.
Yumi looked at him confused at first, then realisation dawned. He hadn’t just meant— had he?
“I find it comforting,” Kiryu confirmed.
Yumi stared at him shocked, then huffed, then started laughing.
“Well, I don’t think we could ever date,” she said giggling behind her hand.
Kiryu looked at her seriously, then started cracking up.
“Can you imagine? We wouldn’t be able to function. It’d be awful,” she kept going, as they both now shook with laughter. Kiryu had actual tears in his eyes.
“It’s not even that funny,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, unable to stop himself.
“I know,” Yumi wept, aware the whole café was looking at them. They took some deep breaths to calm down, Yumi wiping mascara, Kiryu’s face red.
“Yumi, I’m— I’m with someone,” he said when they’d both recovered.
“What! When? Who is he?”
“He’s—” Kiryu stopped. His heart beat so fast he thought it might burst. “How did you know?”
“Kazuma, I’ve always known. You never gave girls a second look.”
“But that was because... because…”
“You never gave me a second look either.”
“Yumi, I—”
“It never upset me if that’s worrying you. I’ve always cherished you as a friend. I’m just so happy you’ve come to terms with it. You deserve love, Kazuma.”
Kiryu looked at her overcome. And grateful. “I’ve always cherished you as a friend too.”
Yumi smiled. “So come on, tell me about him.”
“Actually, would you like to meet him? I’d really love for you to.”
“Yes! Bring him to Serena.”
“That’s not a good idea. Nishiki is not a fan.”
“Akira can do one.”
“Yumi!”
“It’s true though Kazuma. You know I care about him, but he needs to sort himself out. His insecurities are making everyone miserable. I know you worry about losing him, but you don’t have to tiptoe around him. You don’t have to compromise your life for him. Your happiness is just as important.”
Kiryu stared at her. “When did the youngest become the wisest?”
“Girls are always more mature. So, Serena, bring him. I can’t wait,” she smiled.
Kiryu felt wanted.
**
“I’m not sure how I feel about meetin' yer ex,” said Majima.
“She’s not my ex,” Kiryu said, taking off his shirt. “She’s like a sister.”
“Ya were in love with yer sister? That’s very posh, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu undid his belt. “Well, I’m currently fucking my brother, so.”
“Ouch!”
“So will you? Meet her.” Kiryu took his trousers off.
“If ya keep goin', I’ll meet yer whole damn orphanage,” Majima smirked.
Kiryu rolled his eyes, but smiled.
They were in Kiryu’s bedroom, getting ready for bed. Majima had been there all day, doing work. He still didn’t want to be in his apartment, so Kiryu had given him spare keys to come and go. They’d not had sex since that time, though they shared the bed. Things felt a little delicate.
A dim light was the only thing in the room, the curtains half open, city lights shimmered outside. Majima was cross legged on the bed in Kiryu’s t-shirt, looking at him. “Come 'ere, he said.”
“Let me take a shower first. Damn heat isn’t breaking.”
“Later,” said Majima. “Come.”
Kiryu did. They kissed, softly. Majima lay back, Kiryu on top. He run his hand through Kiryu’s hair. “Will you fuck me?” he asked softly.
Kiryu sighed at the return of their intimacy. “Are you sure? Are you better?”
“Yeah, I’m better. And prepped. And I want ya very much. But let’s be gentle.”
“Wouldn’t you rather you—”
“I want you, Kazuma.”
“Kazuma, huh?”
“Don’t worry,” Majima smiled, “you’ll always be my Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu kissed him and pulled his t-shirt off. He licked the snake’s tongue, then kept kissing down his abs, his hips. He gave Majima’s cock a big kiss over the fabric, then pulled his boxers down. Majima caressed his hair the whole time.
“At some point, we’ll need to agree safewords,” Kiryu said as he kissed Majima’s shoulder.
“I know,” said Majima, “but not tonight.” His eye was closed, relaxed in the softness of Kiryu’s bed.
Kiryu reached for the drawer and grabbed the essentials. He pushed Majima’s thighs open and poured lube on his fingers. He circled him, making sure he looked definitely alright, then carefully pushed in. Majima moaned and arched. Kiryu fingered him slowly, then put a second finger in. Majima moaned more, looking comfortable. He pushed further, spreading his fingers, stretching him. After a while, he curled, looking for something. Majima smiled, his eye still closed.
“Ya went to the library to look it up, didn’t ya?”
“Shut up,” said Kiryu, who’d done it in a bookshop.
“Try a little further in.”
Kiryu followed his direction, happy to be given it.
“There— There, ya have it,” Majima gasped.
Kiryu massaged him for a bit, noting the depth for next time, then licked the precum from his dick and pulled his fingers out.
Majima lifted his head to look at him, watching him take off his boxers.
Kiryu put the condom on and lube. He lifted one of Majima’s legs to his shoulder, then held the tip, pressing against him, watching himself go in. Majima was still looking at him, his mouth half open, feeling the pain, the pleasure. Kiryu pushed in, until he was buried. He hadn’t been paying attention to himself last time he’d done this, but now he was feeling it. Majima was so warm around him, now laying back down on the bed, arching, eye closed, moaning, precum leaking. Kiryu felt him tighten around him.
Kiryu worked it, trying to find his rhythm. Not rough, but fast. Staying deep, pulling out just enough to push back in. It felt so good, to watch Majima like this. To hear him moan so deeply.
“Is it still OK?” he asked.
Oh, it hurt. It more than hurt. Kiryu was too big. But Majima wanted it. He would have to accept that. He had not asked for what happened to him then, but right now, he was not being violated, he was not here against his will, he was with Kiryu and he was being looked after and he could stop it all, whenever he wanted. He would have to unlearn and undo many things and acknowledge and control. It would be a long journey, he knew this, but he would do it, because of him. This man who deserved everything he could give. He would be whole for him.
He opened his eye to look at him. “Kazuma,” he said, pulling Kiryu close to him, kissing him, wrapping his legs around him, pushing him deeper inside. “I love you.”
And Kiryu, who’d never heard these words directed at him before, not as an adult, not as a child, not within memory, didn’t know what to do with them, so he kissed him and felt himself cry, but didn’t stop, pushing inside urgently, grabbing Majima’s cock and stroking until he heard him about to peak.
“I love you too,” he said and Majima let himself go, his pained cry filling the room as his cum spilled warm between them and Kiryu allowed himself to follow, coming inside his lover for the first time, enveloped and tight and warm and his.
They looked at each other, breaths steadying, acknowledging. This thing between them, it was only beginning.
Kiryu stroked Majima’s chin. “Are you growing it?” he asked, tracing what looked like the shape of a goatee.
“Yeah, I thought I might. What do ya reckon?”
“It’ll suit you, I think,” Kiryu said ponderously. He pulled out, grabbing the condom. There was blood. He didn’t react to it. “Want to have a shower with me? We need to take care of you.”
“OK,” said Majima, grateful for the acceptance. “I’ll never get sick of that shower.”
**
It was Sunday night and Majima walked up Pink Street, bat in hand, heading towards the Champion District. He fancied himself a stop at Earth Angel. When he turned into Pink Alley, past Tengokuken, he saw a familiar figure walking in his direction. Ah, yes. One loose end to tie up.
“Yo, Nishikiyama!”
Nishiki had not had time to turn around.
“Majima-san, good to s—”
Majima brought the baseball bat flat against Nishiki’s throat, pushing up at both ends, smashing him against the wall, pressing upwards. Nishiki tiptoed not to get chocked. He tried to push Majima off to no avail.
“Listen to me ya toxic piece of shit. If ya ever, ever try to get between me and Kiryu-chan again I will fuckin’ hurt ya in ways you didn’t know it could hurt. Trust me, I’m an expect.”
Nishiki couldn’t do anything but glare. He was trying not to swallow.
“You’re the most useless excuse for a gokudō I ever met. A scared little shit who ran away from the big kids and now thinks he’s got some power. You’re fucking pathetic. Surrounded by people better than you so you keep tryin' to bring 'em down to your level. Have ya any idea how fuckin’ lucky ya are to have Kiryu-chan in your corner?”
“Yes,” Nishiki tried.
“Ya better have, because ya don’t fuckin’ deserve him. Nobody does. So get yer fuckin’ ass in gear and live up to the image of you he has, ‘cause I won’t kill ya Nishikiyama, Kiryu-chan fuckin’ loves ya too much, but I will hurt ya. I will fuckin’ destroy ya until you wish you were fuckin’ dead. Are we clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, we’re fucking clear,” Nishiki spat through the pain.
Majima let him go and watched him cough his breath back.
“Well, it’s been good catchin' up. We should do this more often,” he trilled and, bat on shoulder, wandered off.
**
On Saturday the 1st of September, a cool, breezy day, Majima Goro stepped out of a limo in his montsuki haori hakama, Majima family crests in place. There had been much arguing about it. He didn’t want to wear it, but Shimano had been very firm. He’d made sure Majima’s induction was taking place at Tojo headquarters, with all the pomp and circumstance afforded direct Tojo executives. Everyone would be there. It was a display of power. Shimano’s power. Majima was not turning up like a punk for it. In the end it hadn’t been Shimano’s nagging that’d convinced him, it had been Kiryu telling him he found it kind of hot. Majima was still not sure if he did or if he was just sick of hearing him moan about it.
Majima didn’t care what he wore, but the day was very important to him. He spotted Kiryu in his black suit in the crowd and gave him a cheeky smile as everything else happened around him. Everyone faded into the background when Kiryu was in the room. How had Majima gotten so lucky.
“So, what next?” Kiryu asked when ceremonies were all done with and he managed to catch him alone in the hall. They’d both been drinking a fair bit.
“Thinking I’ll get me a teen idol bride. Brief, but passionate affair. Ends in tears. Reggie Kray, like.”
Kiryu looked at him blankly.
“What, ya never heard that story? Pieces of shit we men are,” he said, staring at Dojima. “Nah. What I’d really like to do next, is fuck ya on that stage. Show everyone whose dick ya take,” he smirked, devilishly.
“Hmm, that might not be a good idea. But maybe you’d settle for me sucking you off in that storage closet? It looks like it might have a good view of the room.” Definitely been drinking a fair bit.
Majima turned to look and his eye sparkled. “Kiryu-chan, yer fuckin’ dangerous!”
Majima did get sucked off in that storage closet, looking out through the vents on the door. He could see Sera and Shimano and Kazama all oblivious to Kiryu’s mouth on his cock. He felt like the most powerful man in the world. There was nothing they couldn’t do together. The demon and the dragon, forever.
**
THE END?