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It had been six months since Kiryu left for Okinawa to run his orphanage, and Majima still wasn’t over it. Six months since the two of them had fought on the rooftop of the Millenium Tower. Maybe in another universe, Kiryu would have asked Majima to come with him, whisking him away to live out a slow civilian life together in paradise. Majima would have done it for Kiryu in a heartbeat, even if it meant giving up city life and all that Kamurocho had to offer. Instead, he was back at the Tojo Clan babysitting Daigo because he still couldn’t say no to Kiryu, even if it came at the expense of his own happiness.
Needless to say, Majima missed Kiryu. A lot. It wasn’t like they were in a relationship, so they didn’t exactly break up, but it was hard not to take it personally when his sparring partner-slash-fuckbuddy moved across the ocean and didn’t think to contact him after that. Majima had been in a self-loathing funk about it ever since, and unfortunately, he had decided to make his sulking into everyone else’s problem. Tojo Clan meetings were boring enough as it was, but coupled with his foul mood, Majima was quick to snap at fellow officers and be all around disagreeable. The vibes were truly abysmal.
One day, after a particularly uncomfortable meeting at Tojo headquarters, it seemed as though Daigo had had enough.
“Majima-san, your ongoing self-loathing pity party is bringing everyone down,” Daigo said, furrowing his brows. “It’s getting old, and you’re going to do something about it.”
“Not sure there’s anything I can do right now, boss,” he replied, sounding despondent.
Daigo sighed. “It’s Kiryu, isn’t it? I know you’re still torn up about him and his decision to leave.”
Was he that obvious? “What the hell am I gonna do, huh? He ain’t yakuza no more. His mind’s made up, and I can’t beg him to come back just ‘cause I want him here.”
“Have you thought about visiting him?” Daigo asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Actually, Majima hadn’t. But he wasn’t going to tell Daigo that. “Daigo…sorry, Sixth Chairman, when have I got the fuckin’ time to do that? I’m busy as hell here, no thanks to you.”
“What if I gave you a few days off? I’ve already spoken with a couple of the other officers, they can cover for you while you’re gone. Please, Majima, get your shit together, for all our sakes.”
“Well, you ain’t gotta pull my leg to take a vacation in Okinawa…”
“If that’s what it takes to improve your attitude, then go enjoy yourself. Just don’t be such a downer when you return.”
“Aye-aye, boss-man!”
Majima gave Daigo a swift bow before leaving the room. Maybe all that sulking wasn’t for nothing, if it got him a free vacation to see Kiryu.
As soon as Majima walked out of Tojo HQ, he leaned on the side of the building just outside the door and immediately loosened the knot on his tie, feeling stifled by it. Flipping open his phone, he called Nishida on speed dial.
“Nishida, book me a flight to Okinawa, soonest ya can find.”
“Yes, sir! Let me take a look…” Nishida paused, temporarily replaced by faint sounds of mouse clicks and a keyboard clacking. “Oh! You’re in luck, looks like there’s a seat left on a flight to Naha this weekend. How many days will you be there?”
“Daigo said “a few” so what’s the max of a few, izzit four? Yeah, make it four days.”
“What’s this trip for, boss? Do you need me to book you a hotel too?”
“Naw, I got arrangements, I’ll be stayin’ with Kiryu-chan. Only...he don’t know that yet.”
“Oh, you’re going to see Kiryu? Finally! We’ve noticed how glum you’ve been lately, oyaji. I think I speak for all of us in saying you could stand to have your spirits lifted.”
“Oh so you got a problem with my attitude, too?” Majima growled.
“N-no, no problems here, oyaji! We just want you to be happy.”
“Can it, Nishida. Send me the flight details. I gotta go home and start packin’,” he abruptly ended the conversation and flipped his phone shut.
Now that his flight was booked, Majima was faced with breaking the news to Kiryu that he was coming. He opened his phone once more, scrolling to Kiryu’s number in his contacts list, and hesitated for a moment, hovering his finger over the call button. The whole time that Kiryu had been gone, Majima could have sent him a message or called him, at least to see how he was doing. Instead, he was too busy wallowing in his own heartache. At the same time, why didn’t Kiryu think to contact him, either? Maybe he was too busy. Maybe he had forgotten about Majima. And just like that, the pity party spiral began again. Majima shook his head, snapping himself out of his negative thoughts.
Shit, he needed a smoke for this. He folded his phone shut and slipped it into his pocket so he could light himself a cigarette. He took a deep inhale, letting the nicotine fill his lungs. His cigarette rested between his lips while he took out his phone again, and finally pressed the call button. Pulse quickening as he took another drag, he listened to the phone ring three times before Kiryu finally answered.
“Majima-san? It’s been a while.”
“Yooo Kiryu-chan! Man, I missed that sexy voice…I’m callin’ to say I have a few days off comin’ up. Apparently, I’ve been pisssin’ everyone off with all my moping lately, can you believe that?” He realized he was rambling, and paused to smoke.
“Hm, pissing people off sounds pretty typical for you.”
“But long story short, Daigo said I could pop over to Okinawa this weekend to see ya! Also, I’ll be crashin’ at your place, if ya don’t mind.”
“You mean this weekend? As in, three days from now?” Kiryu sounded panicked.
“Yeah, anythin’ wrong with that?”
Kiryu audibly grumbled over the phone “You have to give people more of a heads up than that, Majima-san! Now I have to scramble to get the house in order, and figure out who’s going to watch the kids, and….”
“Whoa, slow down, Kiryu-chan! It’s just lil’ ol’ me. You don’t gotta impress me, I’m not royalty or nothin’. And what about the kids? I’m great with kids! Unless you got somethin’ in mind they shouldn’t be around for?”
“I mean…well…” Kiryu audibly sighed. “Maybe not. Majima-san… Look, there’s something you should know before you get here. You might not…I look a bit different from when we last saw each other.”
“What, didja get a bad haircut?”
“No, my hair’s fine, it’s just…well, I’ve uhh…I don’t really want to talk about it. Just…don’t make fun of me when you see me, okay? Please.”
Majima had no idea what Kiryu meant or where he was going with this, but he didn’t push it further. “Okay Mr. Cryptic…sounds like it’s botherin’ you a lot. But fine, you have my word, I ain’t gonna make fun of ya. Lookin’ forward to seein’ you soon, stud.”
“Sure, you too. Bye, Majima-san.”
Kiryu was definitely being a little weird, or at least weirder than he normally was. To be fair, Majima had sprung the trip on him with very little notice. However, Majima couldn’t stop thinking about what Kiryu had said about the way he looked. Majima’s curiosity about it was going to eat away at him until the weekend hit. Did he get some kind of gnarly scar? Hot. Get into a fight with a shark? Badass. Whatever it was, he’d find out in a few days.
Majima tried to take another drag of his cigarette, only to find that it had burned down to the filter. He fumbled into his pocket for another, then called a taxi to take him home.
***
The days leading up to the trip were agonizing. Majima had even more trouble sleeping than usual, his brain unable to turn off due to excitement. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that his mood had already begun to improve, even with just the thought of seeing Kiryu again.
Majima’s trip was uneventful, but equally hell on his nerves. Maybe drinking several rounds of whiskey highballs on the 3 hour flight wasn’t the brightest idea right before meeting Kiryu, but it was the only way to quell his anticipatory anxiety. He’d sober up on the long cab ride to his destination.
Finally, on a sunny Friday afternoon, a taxi with one Goro Majima in tow arrived at Morning Glory Orphanage. Regretting that he was still wearing a suit, he stepped out of the car into the hot Okinawa sun with his small suitcase. He spotted Kiryu already waiting for him outside the front door, his arms crossed in front of him.
From a distance, he couldn’t see anything different about Kiryu aside from his gorgeous sun-kissed skin. He began walking towards the other man, taking in his surroundings as he went. There were no children around, but considering it was a Friday, they were probably at school. Perfect. That meant they had a little time to themselves before Kiryu was back on dad duty once again.
“Long time no see, handsome,” Majima said to Kiryu as he sauntered his way to the entrance of the orphanage.
“I’m not so sure about that…but I’m glad you made it here safely, Majima-no-nii-san,” Kiryu replied as he gave Majima a quick bow of his head.
Dropping his suitcase beside him on the front porch, Majima stopped in front of Kiryu, giving him a thorough once-over from head to toe. Now that he was closer, the pieces started falling into place about why Kiryu had been so distraught over the phone. His posture was hunched as if he was trying to make himself look smaller than he was, arms covering his torso as much as he could. His formerly chiseled jawline was smoother, cheekbones less pronounced. The floral patterned button-down shirt he was wearing was at least a size too big on him, doing little to hide the subtle protrusion of a soft belly underneath.
So, it turned out that Kiryu’s big secret was that he had put on a handful of pounds over the last six months. Between their phone call the other day and his body language, it was obvious Kiryu was extremely self conscious about the way he currently looked. That was it? Like Majima cared. He shook his head and smiled as he closed the gap between them, going in for a hug. “C’mere, you.”
Kiryu uncrossed his arms and echoed the movement, bringing their bodies even closer together. “I missed you, Majima-san…”
And of course Majima missed him too, missed the feeling of Kiryu’s body against his own. He could feel the give of Kiryu’s soft belly against him, a contrast from the hard body he once possessed, but fuck if Majima didn’t love it. He was already craving the thought of getting his hands, and eventually his mouth, on every inch of Kiryu.
Majima experimentally tried moving his hands lower down Kiryu’s back and inching towards his waist. Suddenly, he felt Kiryu go rigid and remove his arms from Majima’s back, which was his cue to pull away from the hug. As much as he wanted to let his hands roam more, he needed to be patient with Kiryu.
Kiryu grabbed Majima’s suitcase and turned around to walk through the door. “Why don’t I show you around?”
“Sure, can’t wait to see yer new digs.”
Majima followed Kiryu into the entryway, removing his shoes before stepping foot into the house. His dress shoes (which, in retrospect were not the best choice for a place surrounded by sandy beaches) looked particularly out of place against Kiryu’s sandals and almost a dozen pairs of children’s shoes in bright colors and a wide array of sizes. It was still hard to believe that Kiryu had left a life of crime to become a single father of nine.
Kiryu gave him a quick tour of all the orphanage had to offer. He showed Majima where the kids stayed, the kitchen, the dining room, and where the bath and bathroom were. They both made their way back to Kiryu’s room, where he had placed Majima’s luggage.
“Fuck, why am I still in these clothes? I’m sweatin’ my balls off,” Majima began unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. “Mind if I freshen up in the bath and change into somethin’ more comfortable? I know it ain’t evening yet, but I always feel gross after bein’ on a plane, ya know?”
“Of course, Nii-san. I’m going to do some laundry.”
“Ya sure ya don’t wanna join me?” Majima grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Kiryu’s face flushed “The bath’s not really big enough for two people. It’s barely big enough for me.”
“I don’t believe ya, but suit yerself!”
***
Majima came back from the bath feeling much more refreshed, dressed in short bright pink beach shorts and a black t-shirt. Maybe black wasn’t the best color for being in the sun all day, but he had an aesthetic to uphold.
His bath must have taken longer than Kiryu needed to do the laundry. Clothes had been neatly clipped onto clothing lines that spanned across the front yard, and Kiryu was seated on the front porch, smoking while watching the waves crash against the shore. An ashtray and a pack of cigarettes sat beside him. Planting himself on Kiryu’s left side, Majima helped himself to a cigarette. Kiryu wordlessly grabbed his lighter and lit it for him.
“You don’t gotta do that, but thanks,” he mumbled and took a long first drag. Looking out at the ocean, he continued, “You know, the way you were talkin’ about yerself on the phone, I thought somethin’ bad had happened. Had me worried for the last few days.”
“Sorry for worrying you, Nii-san. I didn’t really want you to see me looking like this.” He tapped his nearly finished cigarette out in the ashtray.
Majima sputtered out a laugh while exhaling smoke, and turned to face Kiryu. “Like this? What the fuck are ya talkin’ about? I’m lookin’ at ya and all I see is a hot guy with a tan and a bit more meat on his bones.”
“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.” Kiryu looked down at himself, frowning. “I guess I haven’t been fighting much, or at all, really. And maybe I’ve been stress snacking a little to cope with all the responsibilities I have now. I don’t want food to go to waste when the kids don’t finish their meals, and I’m sure the nightly beers don’t help and–“
“Oy!” Majima cut him off before he spiraled further. He grabbed Kiryu’s shoulder with his free hand, shifting his position to face him. “So you’ve got a dad bod! Ya don’t gotta make excuses. Bodies change, it’s just part of life.”
“Really? I was afraid you would tease me about it. You called me soft like a marshmallow before.”
“You know I was talkin’ about your heart, not your body, right? Kiryu-chan, come on now. Body-shaming ain’t the Goro Majima way. ‘Sides, even if you are soft, it looks good on you, ‘cause it’s YOU. I liked ya before, and I like ya now.”
Majima’s hand snaked its way from his shoulder to the back of his neck, bringing their faces closer. “Look, I’ve barely been here for an hour and you’re already drivin’ me crazy , Kiryu-chan. What do I gotta do to get it through to that thick noggin of yours, huh?” Majima bent down to lick a stripe up the side of Kiryu’s neck, tasting salty sweat and a faint hint of sunscreen. “A fucking sexy DILF is what you are.”
Setting his cigarette down in the ashtray, Majima began slithering into Kiryu’s lap.
“What’s a DILF?”
“A dad whose dick I wanna ride,” Majima whispered into his ear as he straddled Kiryu’s lap, lightly grinding against him to get his point across. Majima could already tell the difference in Kiryu’s thighs. While still strong, they had slightly more cushioning now, and felt delicious against his own legs.
Kiryu’s eyes went wide. “Oh! I…didn’t know there was a word for that.”
“I want ya so bad, Kiryu….” Majima gazed down at Kiryu, his eye wild and pupil blown.
“Me too,” he replied and squeezed the tops of Majima’s bare thighs. “But the kids are going to be home soon.” Kiryu looked back at him, slightly worried but face flushed all the same.
“How soon are we talkin’? We got five minutes, or fifteen minutes?” Majima’s hands began trailing down the front of Kiryu’s shirt, ghosting over his pecs but hesitating to make a move until he had an answer.
Kiryu glanced down at his watch. “About ten minutes until they’re due to arrive.”
“I can work with that. How about a lil’ teaser?” Majima smirked and abruptly surged his face forward, lips colliding with Kiryu’s in a hungered frenzy. Majima took the opportunity to give Kiryu’s noticeably more supple pecs a squeeze through his shirt. “Holy shit, yer tits are outta control, Kiryu-chan!” he broke the kiss to interject.
As he tried to return to the kiss, Kiryu suddenly turned away from Majima. “Please don’t call them that…”
Majima needed to remember to be a bit more mindful of his words about Kiyu’s body. “I swear I wasn’t teasin’, I fucking love ‘em,” he reassured, touching Kiryu’s cheek and turning his head back so they could kiss again. Majima continued fondling Kiryu’s chest. His nipples were now hard enough to be seen through his shirt. Gently, Majima pinched them between his fingers.
He felt Kiryu groan into his mouth and pinched harder, until Kiryu suddenly broke away from the kiss. “Majima, please stop,” he panted.
“What, too much? Ya not liking it?”
“Not at all, I am liking it. …Maybe a bit too much.” That much was obvious, considering that Majima could feel the growing bulge in Kiryu’s pants against his own. “Feels really, really good. But I think I hear the kids coming down the road.”
“Heh, you got some super dad senses or somethin’? Fine, fine…” Majima extracted himself from Kiryu’s lap. “I guess you gotta make yourself presentable. And I hope you know we’re continuing this tonight.”
It had maybe not been Majima’s best idea to get each other riled up before Kiryu’s kids were set to arrive, but it was worth it to see Kiryu actually enjoy himself for a moment. The man was clearly going through it.
***
As Kiryu predicted, and with just enough time to cool off any lingering hardness in their pants, the children arrived home from school. Kiryu gathered them into the dining room to introduce them to Majima.
“Everyone, as I told you, we have a guest staying with us for a few days. This is Majima-san, a friend of mine from Tokyo.”
Majima was greeted with some mumbled hellos and a wave from Haruka. 9 pairs of eyes stared up at him. Some looked scared, others confused. Maybe it was the pink shorts, but it was probably the eyepatch. At least he had the sense to hide his tattoos…except maybe the shorts were slightly too short to hide the back of them. He had overlooked that little detail.
“Are you a pirate, sir?” a small boy with glasses asked.
“Shiro, you can’t just ask people if they’re pirates or not,” another boy scolded him.
Majima chuckled. Kids could be pretty funny. At least he preferred this to the other names people called him. “Yanno, I never thought about it but maybe bein’ a pirate would be fun. But only if Kiryu-chan can be my first mate.”
Kiryu rolled his eyes but Majima could see his cheeks grow a little pink at the comment.
“Anyway, you all can go have fun for a bit while I prep dinner,” Kiryu told them and walked towards the kitchen, Haruka tagging along behind. The other children scattered, some running off to the beach, others going to their room to unpack their backpacks. Not knowing what else to do with himself, Majima followed Kiryu and Haruka into the kitchen.
Haruka was busy peeling potatoes and carrots while Kiryu was chopping onions. Extremely poorly. There was no rhyme or reason to the way he cut them so the pile was a disastrous hodgepodge of pieces.
“Kiryu-chan you, uh…want a hand with that?”
“It’s fine, Majima-san. You’re our guest. You shouldn’t have to make your own dinner.”
“I’m beggin’ ya here, yer killin’ me with those knife skills.” He walked over to Kiryu and slipped behind him. “Lemme show ya how it’s done, move over.” He grabbed the knife out of Kiryu’s hand and began methodically chopping a fresh onion. Kiryu moved to stand just beside him, observing.
“Ya gotta cut it in half like this, keep the root bit intact, and then make cuts all along it just before the root. Then you cut it crosswise.” The onions, in contrast to Kiryu’s pile of uneven pieces, all turned out roughly the same size.
“That helps a lot, actually. Never realized there was a technique to it.”
“Little known fact: I can cook. Just don’t usually have the time and energy for it.” He continued with the next onion. “Why dontcha relax for a bit? I’ll be much faster at this.”
“Fine, but come get me when you’re done. I can cook the rest of the meal.”
Majima waved him off and continued cutting. He looked over at Haruka, who was still busy peeling potatoes.
“So, how’s island life, Haruka?”
“It’s good,” she said, and lowered her voice before continuing. “Majima-san …can I talk to you about Uncle Kaz for a sec?”
“What’s up?” He stopped cutting to look at her.
“I’m worried about him. He’s been so stressed since we moved here.”
“That’s pretty understandable, he’s tryin’ his best for you kids.” Even in just the short amount of time he’d been here, he could tell how deeply Kiryu cared for the children at the orphanage. He was putting food on the table, and the place looked tidier than he would have expected. But who could possibly be prepared for the trials and tribulations of fatherhood for one child, let alone nine? It was a huge change of pace from the lifestyle Kiryu once led, and it seemed like he was still having some trouble adjusting to it.
“Yeah but…he’s not dealing with it well. I think there are healthier ways to deal with stress.”
“I know, Haruka. I’m worried about him too.”
“Also, I help in the kitchen and cook sometimes, breakfast mostly. But I only know how to do a little, and lately when Uncle Kaz cooks, it’s only curry. Or maybe if he catches a fish, then we have fish and rice.”
“Oh…you must be bored of curry. Wonder what we’re preppin’ this stuff for tonight…”
“Take a guess,” Haruka said glumly.
Majima looked back at Haruka, concerned. “Well shit. Sounds like he’s in a real rut. But that’s a problem for us adults to figure out, not you, Haruka-chan. I’ll talk to him about it. ”
“Thank you, Majima-san. We’d all appreciate anything you can do to help”.
Majima nodded and went back to onion-chopping duty. He had more work cut out for him here than he thought.
Once the vegetable-chopping was complete, he found Kiryu outside throwing a baseball to one of the kids. In just the short span of this evening, seeing what Kiryu did for all these kids did something to his cold, jaded heart.
“Veggies are ready for ya. Haruka’s already started cooking them in the pot.”
“Thanks again, Majima-san. Next time, I should be the one to practice since I won’t have you here to do it for me.”
Ouch. Why did that hurt? Why couldn't he just stay here and help Kiryu with his house-husband duties? Duties that Kiryu could ask him to do. He could help him cook, clean, steal kisses when the kids weren’t looking…. He stuffed the thought deep, deep down into the back of his mind. No, he had responsibilities that he couldn’t just run away from back in Tokyo. But for a few days, he could pretend.
“Want some company while ya cook?”
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
When they returned to the kitchen, Kiryu relieved Haruka of kitchen duties so she could do as she pleased before dinnertime.
Kiryu continued with dinner while Majima watched. But he had to know what the deal was with this repeated meal.
“Heard from Haruka-chan that this is yer main staple here at the orphanage. You win a year’s supply of curry blocks or somethin’?
“What? No, it’s just easy, and it’s one of the few things I know how to cook.” It smelled good enough, but if this was what he fed the kids often, he couldn’t imagine they were going to be all that enthusiastic about having the same thing again tonight.
“How often would ya say you make it?”
“Twice a week? Maybe three.”
“That’s…a lot of curry. You at least change up the meat yer usin’?”
“Of course. But I usually use chicken because it’s cheaper. And I’ve tried using other vegetables, but the only thing I know all the kids can agree on are potatoes and carrots.”
“Ya ever thought about cookin’ something else? Branch out, get some leafy greens in there for both the kids and you?”
“Majima, truthfully, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Kiryu snapped. He slammed the spoon he was using to stir the curry onto the counter with a bit too much force. “I’m just trying to keep us fed. But I’m not sure how I’m supposed to learn how to cook more things. How the hell did I think I could run an orphanage without knowing how to make decent meals for the kids here?” He brought his free hand up to cover his face, visibly frustrated at himself.
“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Majima touched Kiryu’s upper back between his shoulder blades, his thumb rubbing in small, gentle circles. Kiryu removed his hand from his face as he turned toward Majima. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna take ya shopping. We’ll go to the market and Haruka-chan can come too; seems like she’s interested in cooking. We can figure this out together, okay?” Majima smiled at the other man. “I'll cook somethin’ beginner-friendly with ya and teach you another thing or two.”
Kiryu started to look more relaxed, his expression softening a bit. “That would actually be really nice. Wish I had you here all the time. You’re really useful.”
A pang of guilt struck Majima. He could have reached out and asked Kiryu if he needed help before, instead of completely shutting him out of his life after he left Kamurocho.
“Also, you’re really nice to look at,” Kiryu added with a tiny grin that Majima was glad he hadn’t missed.
“Heh, likewise.” Majima replied. Kiryu didn’t deflect the compliment this time.
***
Dinner went fine. Majima had to admit it was pretty cute to hear the kids all talk about their days at school. But of course, they were as unenthusiastic about the food as he expected. Almost nobody finished their meals, aside from himself and Kiryu, but that could have been partly due to the fact that Kiryu had given ridiculously large portions to the children.
While the kids were excused to settle down before bed and take turns in the bath, Kiryu began clearing their plates. Majima got up to assist him without being asked, and while Kiryu looked at him like he was about to scold him, he held his tongue. He was probably glad to have the extra help.
Majima followed him back into the kitchen and put a couple plates down next to the sink, before returning to the table to grab the last few dishes. When he came back to the kitchen, what he saw shouldn’t have surprised him, because Kiryu had mentioned it before, but he hadn’t realized he was serious.
He hadn’t been kidding; Kiryu really was polishing off some of the kids’ unfinished meals, but he didn’t look like he was enjoying it very much. He was hovered over the kitchen trash can holding a plate, picking out mostly bits of meat from the leftover curry.
“Why’re ya forcing yerself to do that? You’ll make yerself sick. I was just gonna scrape what’s left from these plates into the garbage.”
“I told you before, I don’t want to waste food. But…” He paused, bringing a hand up to his mouth to suppress a burp from escaping. “There’s so much left. And I’m already so full…ugh…” He clutched at his stomach.
“Have ya ever heard of leftovers?”
“Of course I know what leftovers are.”
“Then why don’t ya get some containers and keep the rest in the fridge? You can have any extra for yer own lunch when the kids are at school.”
“Sometimes I do save it. But then I’d get sick of it if I had it for both lunch and dinner.”
Why was Majima so into this absolute dumbass of a man? He threw up his hands. “Well so are the kiddos, they’re probably tired of havin’ this all the time! Ya gotta give ‘em some variety! And smaller portions,” Majima sighed. “Okay, what if just for tonight, for me, we toss the rest of this? Then I’ll help ya figure out portions after we go shoppin’ tomorrow and we can cut down on food waste. Sound good?”
“Okay, it’s a deal.”
Majima cleared the leftover food from the plates and handed them to Kiryu as he washed them in the sink. He passed them to Majima to dry, making quick work of the cleanup together. It was strangely nice to share in this moment of ordinary domesticity.
“I was thinkin’, once we’re done cleanin’ up and have time to let our guts settle, why don’t we do a little post-dinner sparring on the beach? After the kids are in bed, of course.” He side-stepped closer to Kiryu and gave Kiryu a light tap with his hip.
“Let’s do it,” he nodded, “But just warning you, I’m a little rusty.”
“No matter. Any excuse to get my hands on Kiryu-chan. Plus, we can pick up where we left off earlier…I only got as far as yer chest. I gotta feel up the rest of Kazuma Kiryu: dad bod edition. And then some.”
Kiryu’s cheeks reddened, but he didn’t protest, and seemed to ramp up the speed of his dish washing by just a little. Majima still knew how to push his buttons just right.
***
Kiryu went off to read the younger kids bedtime stories once they were finished in the kitchen, which was sickeningly sweet. Majima didn’t want to get in their way, so he had a cigarette on the porch while he waited. The moon was full and bright that evening, illuminating the beach. Perfect for their impending brawl and everything that would inevitably follow.
Once the kids were settled in their beds, the two men made their way down to the beach. They didn’t stray too far down the cove, and could still see the light of the porch spilling onto the sand in the distance. They were just far enough away from the buildings that prying eyes from neighbors shouldn’t be able to see them, and the waves could drown out any sounds.
“I can’t believe how many stars ya see out here,” Majima remarked as they walked together.
“I used to try looking up at the stars in Kamurocho and Sotenbori, but there was always too much light pollution. It’s pretty magical, now that I can actually see them.” Kiryu gazed up at the sky as he paced.
“Hm. Wish I’d known that about ya. Would have asked if ya wanted to stay and look at the stars after our last fight on that rooftop.”
Once they found a suitable spot on the beach, Majima got into a fighting stance, facing opposite Kiryu on the moonlit sands. “But that’s enough reminiscin’, it’s showtime!!” Majima cackled, immediately crouching to try and sweep Kiryu’s legs out from under him. He wasn’t fighting with his tanto, but he had plenty of other moves in his arsenal to throw at Kiryu. He was not, however, used to fighting in sand.
Kiryu was quicker than he expected for someone who claimed to be out of practice fighting. He dodged Majima’s leg sweep, leaping over the move easily. Majima slipped beside him, landing a kick to Kiryu’s torso. Success. Kiryu let out a small “oof” but didn’t budge. Majima could tell he’d be harder to knock down now with his increase in mass. An added challenge.
Majima avoided a jab to the head, craning his neck unnaturally, almost snake-like. But he didn’t expect the body hook that followed, clocking Majima right in the liver and causing his body to crumple onto the sand. Pain blossomed, but it felt just as good as he remembered to be hit hard by Kiryu. He rolled his body out of the way right before Kiryu could stomp on him and hopped back up onto his feet, ready for more.
They exchanged blows for several minutes, landing swift kicks and punches but mainly flitting around each other, movements feeling clunkier on the sand than they had on the hard asphalt of Kamurocho.
For a moment, Majima thought he had Kiryu, trying for a spinning kick to the head. But the other foot that anchored him caught in the sand, not following through as it would have on a flat surface. It set him off balance. As he tried to regain his footing and reset himself, Kiryu took advantage of his awkward position and grabbed him by the shoulders, shoving him backwards into the sand.
The two landed with Majima on his back, Kiryu straddling his hips and sitting back on his haunches while his hands locked Majima’s arms at his sides.
“Guess ya win this round, Kiryu-chan,” Majima quipped, giving up more easily than he might have had the circumstances been different. ”Ya still got it. But with a view like this, who gives a fuck if I lost?” They stared at each other for a moment, both catching their breath and covered in sand.
Kiryu let go of Majima’s arms and repositioned himself, crawling his hands forward until his arms were framing Majima’s shoulders. This time it was Kiryu who made the first move. He tilted his head down to crush his lips against Majima’s.
Majima opened his mouth with a groan, letting Kiryu’s tongue slip between his lips. He bit at Kiryu’s bottom lip, needy, hungry for more. His hands, now free, curled around Kiryu’s back. Finally, he could touch more of Kiryu’s changed body like he yearned to. He had enjoyed the appetizer but was ready for the main course.
His hands slowly clawed down the back of Kiryu’s shirt as they continued to deepen their kiss. Majima trailed his hands down further, landing at Kiryu’s hips and clutching the supple flesh of his love handles through the shirt. Fuck, if he didn’t feel incredible. Kiryu wasn’t complaining about it either, judging by the way he was softly rolling his hips.
“This okay?” Majima paused to ask gently.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Kiryu panted. “I’m great.”
Majima resumed touching. Languidly, tenderly, he began to inch his hands along Kiryu’s hips, headed toward the front of his body to that soft, vulnerable belly. How strange that they had touched each other below the belt many times before, yet somehow, this felt more intimate. Majima hesitated, but didn’t feel Kiryu flinch this time, so he dug his fingers into the flesh as best as he could through the shirt and gave a squeeze.
“Fuck!” Majima swore loudly between kisses. He wished that he could feel Kiryu’s skin under the shirt and see his body right now, but didn’t want to force Kiyu to do that yet. He was pleased that they’d already made some progress just over the course of the evening.
Majima moved his hands from Kiryu’s belly up to his chest, grasping, squeezing as he had earlier that day. His hands continued roving along Kiryu’s form, savoring the feeling of every part of him as much as he could through his clothing. They rocked their bodies together, desperate for more friction. The two of them were achingly hard now, and Majima needed to do something about it.
Handjobs were probably a no-go, it’d be like getting jerked off by a piece of sandpaper. At this rate, they could probably just get each other off by frottage alone, jizzing in their pants like a couple of teengers, but that wasn’t as fun. Dick-sucking sounded like the best course of action here.
Majima pulled away from their kiss and came up for air, their mouths disconnecting with a string of saliva. “Can I suck ya off?” he panted.
“Yes, please, Majima-san.”
“You can drop the - san shit, I’m about to suck yer cock. Scoot yer ass up here.” He urged Kiryu forward by giving his butt a small tug. Then he squeezed it for good measure. “And what an ass, you’re juicy as hell.”
Kiryu shimmied up Majima’s torso until he was kneeling with his crotch in front of Majima’s face. He didn’t put any weight on him. “What if I accidentally crush you?”
Majima cackled at that. “Well wouldn’t that be a way to go! Imagine my obituary…Goro Majima died doing what he loved: giving head to his hot dad boyfriend, tragically crushed by his dump truck ass.” Majima moved his hands behind Kiryu to grab said ass again for emphasis.
“...boyfriend?” Kiryu asked softly.
Majima froze. The word had just naturally slipped out. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Um, I mean…”
“No, no, it sounded nice. Don’t take it back.” They had never actually put a name to this thing they had going on, mainly because they were both idiots.
“Okay, enough mushy talk, unzip yer pants.” Majima patted Kiryu’s thighs. “I need that dick in my mouth before I say some more sappy shit.”
Kiryu quickly unzipped his pants and freed his dick from the confines of his boxer-briefs. He situated himself so that it hovered right above Majima’s mouth.
Majima couldn’t help but salivate at the sight before him. He licked the tip teasingly, tasting salty precum. Craning his neck up, he popped the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, before licking along as much of the underside of the shaft that he could reach in his current position. Kiryu groaned and bucked his hips in response, desperate for more. Majima continued laving with his tongue, reveling in the sounds Kiryu was making at his movements.
“More…please, Majima,” Kiryu begged.
Majima angled his neck up higher in an attempt to get more of Kiryu’s cock into his mouth, but felt a sudden twinge of pain at the back of his head.
“Shit, we gotta move,” he huffed as he laid his head back into the sand. “I can’t reach enough of yer dick and I tweaked my neck tryin’. Get on yer back, hot stuff.”
While Majima extricated himself from underneath the other man, Kiryu shuffled in reverse and tipped back onto the sand. Majima lunged his body forward, settling his face before Kiryu’s lap. Much better.
Wasting no time getting back into it, he gripped Kiryu’s thighs and plunged his head down, taking as much of Kiryu’s cock down his throat as he could. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. Kiryu thrust his hips up and tipped his head back, gasping at the sensation.
Majima hummed around his dick and started to bob his head up and down. His eye began watering, the tip bumping deeper into the back of his throat with every thrust. Drool ran in messy rivulets down Majima’s chin.
Turning his gaze up, he locked eyes with Kiryu. His chest was heaving, small noises escaping his mouth. He loved to see Kiryu absolutely unraveled like this, to know he was the source of Kiryu’s pleasure.
“Feels so good…I’m close,” Kiryu whimpered. Majima’s movements sped up while Kiryu pounded into Majima’s hot, wet mouth.
Majima could feel Kiryu’s thighs trembling and gripped them tighter. He looked up again to see Kiryu squeezing his eyes shut, body tensing as one final thrust tipped him over the edge.
Cum pulsed in hot spurts down Majima’s throat. He swallowed hungrily, trying not to waste a drop. Majima sat up and wiped spit off his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt while Kiryu tucked his now limp cock back into his briefs.
Majima panted as he stared at Kiyru’s blissed-out body. Kiryu was still catching his breath post-orgasm, looking adorably disheveled. Sweat glistened on his flushed face, his parted lips let out short huffs of air. His pant legs pooled loosely around his ankles and his shirt, while still on him, was rumpled, sandy, and riding up at his midriff.
Kiryu’s eyes fluttered open. “Majima…what about you?” He subtly angled his head and looked toward the tent in Majima’s pants.
Majima desperately needed to come, but he did not have the heart to make Kiryu do anything while he was still reeling from his own pleasure. He was so hard it was almost painful, his dick already leaking just from the act of satisfying Kiryu. But Majima, if nothing else, was resourceful.
“Ya don’t even gotta move, just squeeze yer thighs together tight,” Majima said as he straddled his legs outside of Kiryu’s, and shoved his shorts down. He whimpered at the feeling of his throbbing cock hitting the fresh night air. Shifting his body forward, he lowered himself down and gently slotted his dick in between Kiryu’s soft but sturdy thighs. It felt incredible. He moaned, worried he might blow his load just from the feeling of being engulfed by Kiryu’s thick legs. He began frantically fucking into them, knowing it wouldn’t take long. He was already so pent up and on the edge of climax.
He looked at Kiryu, who stared back at him in admiration. Kiryu spoke softly, “You’re so beautiful, Goro.” His gorgeous brown eyes gazed up at Majima, glistening in the moonlight.
And that fucking did it. Majima practically howled as came hard between Kiryu’s thighs.
Panting, he collapsed forward, his face planting into Kiryu’s chest. “Mmmm nice pillow, could just fall asleep right here,” Majima nuzzled against it, closing his eye.
Kiryu wrapped his arm around Majima’s back to gently stroke it up and down for a moment. “As much as I’d like that, I think it’s bath time.”
“And I gotta rinse off, I ain’t goin’ to bed with all this sand in my hair.”
They returned to the orphanage and Kiryu ran a fresh bath for himself, letting Majima use the shower while the bathwater filled up.
After lots of vigorous scrubbing to get the sand out of his hair and off of his limbs, he strolled back into Kiryu’s room.
“Bath’s all yours, Kiryu-chan,” he announced as he entered. Their futons had already been laid out. A few feet apart from each other, he noted.
Kiryu was seated on the tatami mat reading a dog-eared shonen manga that looked like it had been borrowed from one of the kids. His eyes went wide as he looked up at Majima, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He scrambled to his feet quickly to shut the sliding door.
“Majima, you can’t just wander around the orphanage almost naked,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to risk waking up the children. “What if one of the kids had gotten up to pee?”
“Relax, none of yer precious angels were scarred for life by seein’ me. Is it my tattoo? They’ve seen yours, right?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Or is it my hot bod?” Majima interrupted him, and grinned cheekily.
“Stop that, they’re not old enough to be thinking about that.”
“Sure, sure. Okay, get yer sandy ass into the bath. And next time, we’re fuckin’ somewhere without sand. Took forever to wash out.”
Kiryu left the room and Majima slipped out of his towel to put on a clean pair of simple black boxer-briefs. He usually slept naked, but he figured Kiryu might not appreciate it. He could just imagine Kiryu berating him about how one of the little scamps could come into his room because they had a nightmare and proceed to see things they couldn’t unsee.
Majima walked over to one of the futons and dragged it closer to the other until they were touching. He flopped down on it and lay there for a moment. He was so glad to be on a horizontal surface that wasn’t gritty.
It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t looked at his phone since he arrived, so he reached over at his pile of stuff to grab it. When he opened the screen, he was met with a string of messages from Nishida.
Oyaji, please let me know when you land, thanks! - Nishida at 8:27 AM (He’d seen that one, but hadn’t responded.)
You should have landed by now, oyaji! Tell me you’ve safely made it to your destination! - Nishida at 10:31 AM
Oyaji, it has been hours and I haven’t heard anything, starting to get worried, please let me know so I don’t send someone out to Okinawa to check on you! - Nishida at 4:45 PM
He supposed that he owed Nishida a reply, just so he didn’t have an absolute meltdown.
Don’t worry about it Nishida, I’ve been…busy ;). - Majima 10:17 PM
8===D~~ - Majima 10:18 PM
Almost as soon as he had shut his phone, it buzzed with a new message. Nishida had probably been staring at his phone all day waiting for Majima’s reply.
I just wanted to know you were okay! Got it the first time! I didn’t need the graphic emoji to draw my own conclusions, but glad you’re having a good time, oyaji!!! - Nishida at 10:19 PM
He shut his phone again and set it down next to him. Majima couldn’t remember the last time he felt truly relaxed. Was this what it was like to exist without a baseline of stress and anxiety? He closed his eye with a contented sigh and lay there for a bit, waiting for Kiryu to get back.
Majima must have drifted off for a short while because he startled awake when he heard the sliding door to the room open and shut. In walked a freshly bathed Kiryu, who wore a t-shirt despite the sticky heat of the evening. Kiryu padded over to the futons and sat down next to Majima. He looked slightly confused that they’d moved much closer together, though he said nothing about it.
Majima propped himself up on his elbows. “How are ya wearin’ a shirt right now? I can see yer already startin’ to sweat through it. Why don’tcha take it off?”
“I’m…still nervous for you to see.”
“Kiryu-chan. Tonight I felt ya up everywhere, sucked yer cock, and even came on ya, and this is what yer shy about?”
“Well, doesn’t your eyepatch bother you in the heat?”
Of course it did. Majima could feel that sweat had begun to pool underneath the leather, and the strap felt tighter than he was used to from the warmth of the evening. “I guess, but kinda used to dealin’ with it.”
Kiryu reached over to cup his cheek next to the eyepatch. “You can take it off around me, you know. I want you to be comfortable.”
Majima felt a wave of panic wash over him. He hadn’t shown anyone what he hid below his eyepatch by choice.
“I….but what if ya think it’s unsightly or creepy or somethin’?”
“Hm, that sounds familiar. But you don’t think I’m unsightly. How is this any different?”
Was it different? This wound was a physical representation of his lived trauma. He didn’t want Kiryu to pity him over it. But Kiryu had already opened up to him so much tonight, maybe he’d be more willing if Majima showed some vulnerability too.
“If ya take off yer shirt, I’ll take this off. You show me yours, I’ll show ya mine.”
“Alright, sounds fair.”
“I’ll go first…just don’t freak out, okay?”
Majima’s pulse quickened as he reached behind his left ear to pull the strap up and over his head. The patch peeled away to reveal his bad eye: a sunken lid that was permanently shut, covered by a small vertical scar that ran through it.
Kiryu said nothing but his expression softened. He leaned over and kissed Majima right on the freckle that lay right below his lower eyelid. “You’re just as handsome as ever.”
Majima let out a shaky breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding. He felt so raw, so laid bare. But Kiryu didn’t seem to think any less of him.
“Yer turn, Kiryu-Chan.”
Kiryu swallowed nervously. “Alright. I guess you have to see this eventually.”
“Have to see? More like want to see. Show me whatcha got.”
Kiryu began to lift his shirt up while averting his eyes from Majima. He wasn’t trying to be sexy about the way he did it, but to Majima it may as well have been a striptease. Majima stared intensely, not wanting to miss a second. Kiryu slowly grabbed the edges of the shirt with his fingers, drawing the fabric up his torso to uncover the expanse of soft skin that lay beneath. His midriff was revealed first, that exquisite belly of his now out on display. Kiryu continued removing his shirt, his pecs giving a slight jiggle as they were freed from their cotton confines. Majima could feel saliva pooling in his mouth. The shirt was finally discarded onto the floor next to him, Kiryu now fully shirtless. Feeling up Kiryu through his shirt hadn’t been enough. Majima longed to kiss, lick, and bite the soft flesh he now saw before him.
“You’re quiet, for once…hope that’s not a bad thing?”
Majima snapped out of his stupor. “No, no, ya just rendered me speechless. Shit, Kiryu-chan, think I’m at half mast again just lookin’ atcha.”
He couldn't help reaching out to touch Kiryu’s body and running his hands from his midriff up to his chest. He was so warm.
“Goddamn you’re hot…”
“I know, that’s why I took my shirt off.”
“I meant the other way, ya dummy.” He really had to keep his hands off Kiryu or he’d start something that he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“I’m sorry I don’t have it in me for another round, today really tired me out,” Kiryu glanced sideways at Majima and gave a small smirk. “Plus, I don’t believe you’d be able to keep quiet right now.”
“I’ll keep it in my pants for tonight. But not makin’ any promises tomorrow.”
“At least I know one way to shut you up,” Kiryu kissed him, more tender than before, and Majima’s heart fluttered.
“Ya sure we can’t just keep kissin’ all night instead of sleepin’?”
“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get some rest.”
“I’m just amped up on Kiryu-chan! But fine, we can sleep.”
Kiryu turned off the light and lay down on his side, facing away from Majima but close enough that they could touch one another. Majima reached out to place a hand on Kiryu’s hip. His fingers inched their way toward the front of Kiryu’s abdomen, tracing along the curves of his body and trying to commit the feeling to memory. Pushing luck even more, he swung his leg on top of Kiryu’s.
“Majima… too hot to cuddle.”
“I can’t help it, ya just feel so good.”
“Tomorrow, I promise.”
“Fine…” he sighed dramatically and reeled his limbs back in.
Nothing but the sound of waves could be heard for a brief moment, until Kiryu spoke quietly in the darkness.
“I’m really glad you’re here….Goro.”
Majima whined and buried his face into Kiryu’s shoulder blades. “S-shaddup. Ya don’t even know what that does to me, Kazuma .”
“Oh, I know what it does.”
“Tch, ya already get me goin’ for so many other reasons, and that’s what scrambled my egg?” He might be even softer than Kiryu, deep down.
Majima rolled back onto his own futon, trying to forget about his half-hard dick. “G’night, handsome.”
“Sleep well.”
Majima wasn’t normally one to sleep well. But being here next to Kiryu, he might just have a chance of sleeping through the night.