Love of a Lifetime

Haruka went on and on about her plans for the day. Since moving in,
Kiryu often encouraged Haruka to make friends with the
neighborhood kids (within a few blocks, of course). School was a
great chance for Haruka to socialize, and Kiryu was adamant about
her forming relationships. That day, she would spend her Sunday
down at the local park, where some of the other kids were planning
on playing baseball. Kiryu, of course, would be watching from his
balcony. One of the reasons he picked the apartment to begin with
was its clear view of the local kid's park. Haruka would have her
freedom, but he'd be damned if he'd let her be wide open for
potential kidnappers.

When they were finished, Kiryu took up the dishes. With Haruka
changing in the other room, Majima enjoyed his morning coffee
(topped off, of course, with a little whiskey). “Hey, Majima-san.”
Kiryu's deep voice broke Majima out of his own head. “You shouldn't
be so hard on yourself, you know.”

Majima got up and walked to the counter, coffee in hand. “What's
that mean?”

Kiryu scrubbed Haruka's omelet plate, not taking his eyes away.
“Earlier,” he said. “You said your brain was broken. I've been reading
a lot more about what trauma does to people.” He set the plate into
the drainer and moved on to the pan. “You're not really being fair.”

Majima felt a strange spark of vulnerability. He sucked at his front
teeth and slumped against the counter on one elbow. “I'm not a
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“Never said you were,” Kiryu continued. “But even for yakuza,
what Shimano did to you was cruel, atoning or not. You're bound to
still carry some of those after effects, even decades later.”

Majima turned a little, bracing his back against the counter. He
hated when Kiryu got like this. All wise and understanding. It made
Majima feel like a kid. He was the older one... “Yeah, sure.” He waved
off Kiryu's concerns. “Mad Dog Majima, right? I'm nuts, everyone
knows that.”

Finishing up, Kiryu pulled the plug and wiped off his hands.
“When you break a bone, you have to give it time to set and heal,” he
said. “A stab wound doesn't get better if you just move on like
nothing's wrong.”

“I dunno,” said Majima, “I've seen you walk off your fair share of
stab wounds, big boy.”

Kiryu leaned over the counter, his face serious. “All I'm saying... is
that I don't think you're crazy, Goro.” Oh boy. First names. Kiyru was
getting serious. Majima stared at his coffee, rather than look Kiryu in
the eye. “I think what you went through was unfair, and evil. And I
think you'd rather pretend you're crazy than actually deal with what
happened to you.”

“Hey.” Majima whipped his head to Kiryu, frowning. “If you're
gonna lecture me, at least suck my dick or somethin' first, Kiryu-
chan.”

“It's not a lecture.”
“Sure seems like one.”

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“Uncle Kaz!” Haruka's voice pulled them away from their
conversation. Dressed for a day at the park, Haruka was packing her
backpack with a baseball glove as she walked. “I'm ready to go!”

“Ok.” Kiryu knelt in front of her and checked her bag. Among her
toys were a few essentials that Kiryu himself had picked out. Namely,
a whistle, an emergency cellphone, and a few glow sticks. “Great. All
there.” He smiled. “I'll call you when it's time to come home.”

Haruka nodded. Before leaving, she turned to Majima, and with a
bright grin, waved goodbye. “Bye, Uncle Maji!” Their serious
conversation aside, Majima melted at the nickname, as always.

“Bye-bye, Haruka-chan!” Majima cooed, grinning ear to ear.
“Remember to aim for the nose if those boys get handsy!” With that
sage advice, Haruka was off, taking the sunshine with her. Now alone,
Majima turned to Kiryu. His eyes were tender. It was irritating. “Look,
I don't really feel like talking about this.”

Fortunately, Kiryu didn't press the issue. It wasn't his nature,
unless it was important. “All right.” He lingered for a moment. Kiryu
walked forward, in that way that only Kiryu Kazuma could. It made
Majima shiver down to his bones. Kiryu tilted Majima's chin upwards,
facing them together. “Hey...” he said. “Are you busy today?”

Majima felt those nether regions tingle just below his sweat
pants. “Nah,” he said, that frustration from earlier melting away.
“Why? You got something in mind, Kiryu-chan?” Coffee mug set
aside, Majima slid forward, pressing his loins against Kiryu's thighs.
“Big plans?”

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Kiryu's eyes fluttered. “....yeah...” Never a man of many words in
these kinds of situations. Kiryu tilted his head down, and he kissed
Majima firmly. Majima returned the gesture tenfold, and wrapped his
scrawny arms around Kiryu's thick neck. When they broke apart,
Kiryu's eyes were glazed over.

“I... we need eggs...”
“Eggs?” Majima blinked. “Wait a minute, were you about to ask
me to come to the store with you?” Kiryu's blank face said it all.
Majima broke out into a howling laugh, forehead falling onto Kiryu's
shoulder. “I swear to God you are the most ridiculous...” Majima
tilted his head back, grinning wildly. “Sure, numbnuts. I'll go to the
market with you.” They kissed again. “But after... I want lunch.”
“Lunch? You had such a big breakfast.”
Majima stood up on his tip-toes, nibbling at Kiryu's nose. “I want
a big helping of Kiryu-chan for lunch,” he teased. “Is that on the
menu?” Kiryu blinked. A smile curling around his lips, he nodded.
“For Majima-san, it is.”

◈◈◈
One of the best things about being a six foot, stone faced, scary
looking ex-yakuza was the lack of neighborly interaction. Not that
Kiryu was ever hostile or rude to the people in his complex, but it
made things easier when Majima would have otherwise induced a
noise complaint from the other tenants. Which was certainly the case
today. Kiryu wasn't even able to get all his shopping done. All
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degrees of unacceptable for public spaces. So, once they got their
eggs and a few other odds and ends, Kiryu walked them back to his
apartment, where Majima pounced on Kiryu half way through the
door.

Kiryu had to struggle just to get the back of eggs on the counter
before they were knocked out of his hands. They kissed furiously,
Majima clinging to the front of Kiryu like a koala. Kiryu tried
shepherding them to the bedroom, but they only made it as far as
the kitchen counter. Kiryu rested Majima against it, their bodies hot
and flat against each other.

In one way or another, everything about them ended up as some
kind of contest. Who was the strongest, who was the fastest, and in
this scenario, who was the better kisser. Mixed in with their carnal
passion was a desire to bend each other to their will. Tops went
flying, and soon they were in nothing but their pants. As they kissed,
Majima lowered his legs in order to reach down for Kiryu's belt
buckle. Beneath the flap of Kiryu's pants, Majima felt a half bulge
beneath Kiryu's underwear.

“Bedroom?” Kiryu husked.
Majima shook his head. “Too impatient.” Digging his fingers into
Kiryu's waistline, he yanked down his trousers. He could see the vein
in Kiryu's dick start to pulsate, but he still needed some coaxing.
Licking his lips, Majima knelt in front of Kiryu and went to work. Not
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early age. Lips wrapped around Kiryu's head, he dove down with
ease, swallowing the whole thing in one go.

“Ugn.” Kiryu twitched and closed his eyes. Majima glanced up as
his head bobbed. Kiryu would often do this. Close his eyes or avert
his gaze whenever Majima enjoyed his favorite snack. Maybe he was
just being polite, but Majima couldn't help but want those intense
eyes on him. He wanted the Dragon of Dojima to stare down as
Majima gobbled him up. To own him with a mere glance. A gesture of
complete and utter domination. Majima slurped at Kiryu's salt,
bobbing his head vigorously. He could feel Kiryu harden in his mouth.
Majima's tongue, which was as dexterous as he, danced along the tip
of Kiryu's penis, digging playfully at the hole. Kiryu moaned outright,
curling inward a little.

Finally, when it was too much to bare, Kiryu pulled away from
Majima's mouth. Standing him up, he flipped Majima around and
bent him over the counter top. Getting those leather pants down was
always a chore, but at least Majima tended to go commando. No
underwear made the process quicker, certainly. Kiryu nearly tore the
things in half as he threw the pants aside. He spread Majima's
cheeks, and without hesitation, dove right in.

Majima tilted his head back, sighing with content. Fortunately, he
always made sure to clean himself out before coming over to Kiryu's
place, so there were no worries there. Plus, he was still plenty loose
from the night before. “Mm.” Majima pushed his backside towards

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Kiryu, egging him on. “Make sure to get me nice and wet, Kiryu-
chan.”

In response, Kiryu bit into Majima's left cheek, sending shocks up
Majima's spine. Majima's knees knocked, but he stayed upright.
When Kiryu was satisfied, he stood up and bent over Majima. Hands
on his lover's hips, Kiryu positioned himself and pushed forward.

“Ah–ahh!” Majima gasped loudly, his chest heaving as Kiryu
entered him. No matter how many times they fucked, there was
always some kind of resistance in Majima's body. Almost like his ass
was giving Kiryu's dick a hug every time. Majima spread his legs
wider, moaning. “Kiryu-chan,” he whimpered. “Come on... don't just
sit there.” Majima looked over his shoulder, his eye pleading. “Get a
move on...”

Kiryu obliged. His rough hand on the back of Majima's neck, Kiryu
began to hump. Every new sway sent Majima's body further onto the
counter, making his own penis bounce. The rub of Kiryu's rigid dick
sent out electrical sparks, like live wires. Majima's toes curled, and
his ass pressed backwards, wanting more of Kiryu than he could
possibly give.

“Fuck...” Kiryu's voice was rough but quiet. Of the two of them,
Majima was the howler. Kiryu had always been a silent lover, but only
due to his intensity. Much like fighting, Kiryu gave every encounter
100% of his energy. There was never a half-assed fuck between them.
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into every last possible inch he could reach. Each thump made
Majima cry out in pleasure.

“Kiryu-chan...” Majima moaned. “Ah fuck... fuck...” Majima bit his
lower lip, focusing hard on the waves of never ending pleasure.
Majima opened his eye slightly and looked over his shoulder. There
was a now steady stream of drool coming from his lips. “Hurt me,
Kiryu-chan... Fuck me. Hurt me. Own me.”

Kiryu's intense face twitched. And then, he pulled away. But
rather than destroying the mood, Kiryu yanked Majima off the
counter and spun him around. Flattening him against the wall, Kiryu
hoisted both of Majima's legs onto his shoulders, keeping his cheeks
spread. With the strength of ten porn stars, Kiryu dove up, making
Majima squirm and squeal in delight. While one hand balanced
Majima's body, the other grabbed Majima's chin in a rough swipe.
They kissed furiously, Majima scraping his nails against Kiryu's scalp.
When they broke apart, Kiryu slapped Majima across the face.
Majima squealed with delight.

“Yes!” Majima's jaw hung open, hot breath fogging his vision. “Hit
me again, Kiryu-chan! Please! Hurt me!” And so, Kiryu delivered.
Removing his balancing hand, Kiryu pinched the two veins of
Majima's neck (a trick Majima himself taught Kiryu), and slapped
Majima across the face again and again. Each slap was accompanied
by a viscous kiss, and Majima's hands subsequently pulling on Kiryu's
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Kiryu was on high speed. His hips fucked Majima so hard and so fast,
the plaster behind Majima's back began to fracture.

“Fuck!” Majima's body arched from the wall and he tilted his
head as far back as it could go. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, fuck!”
Kiryu poured on the steam, focusing everything he had on that one,
secret spot in Majima's body. His own pleasure was at a crescendo,
and sweat poured from his neck in sheets. Their arms wrapped
tightly around each other, Kiryu gave Majima three last pumps,
before the pair of them came hard.

Majima cried out as shoots of white splattered against their
stomachs. His muscles tightened around Kiryu's dick, coaxing his own
manhood to knock over the edge. Kiryu dug his face into the crux of
Majima's neck, and the two of them let their climax take hold. When
their pleasure died down, so did the heat of their bodies. Kiryu let
Majima's legs drop, but only to Kiryu's hips. That intense, vicious
Kiryu was gone. All that remained was the soft spoken, gentle soul
that he showed only to a select few.

Kiryu pulled Majima from the wall, dislodging his dick from
Majima's body. A splatter of white hit the floor between Kiryu's feet.
“How do you feel?” he asked quietly. “Are you hurt at all?”

Majima laughed, his limp body just barely clinging to Kiryu.
“Remember that one time you slammed an entire bicycle onto my
face?” He shook his head. “I'm fine, Kiryu-chan.”

“Still...” Kiryu readjusted, and soon, Majima was in Kiryu's arms,
princess style. “Let's clean up.” Majima agreed and let Kiryu carry

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him to the shower. After a rinse off and a quick scrub, they filled the
bath and settled in together, Majima letting Kiryu lay between his
legs, his back against Majima's front. Majima gently washed Kiryu's
chest with a cloth, counting every wild hair on the top of his head.

“Why do you always ask, Kiryu-chan?” His question nearly asked
itself, and Kiryu tilted his head to the side.

“What?” he said.
“Every time we get rough... You always ask if I'm hurt.” Majima
laid a kiss on Kiryu's temple, his free arm wrapping around those
warm shoulders. “Fighting you is way more painful than fucking you,
y'know. Give me some credit.”
“Well... yeah...” Kiryu looked off to the side, a little embarrassed.
“I don't know. I feel like I need to.” Kiryu shifted a little, now laying
the side of his face on Majima's left shoulder. “Fighting's different. I
fight plenty of people. When they come at me, there's always this
understanding I have. They know what they're getting in to, so unless
they beg for mercy or tap out, I'm gonna give them what they came
for.” Kiryu hesitated. “But I... This isn't the same for me.” Kiryu stared
out beyond the bath tub, his and Majima's hand laced together.
“You know I never did this before you,” he said. “I never really...
felt the urge, to be honest. Even now, I don't get horny unless you
come onto me first. I don't know, maybe I'm defective or something.
So I don't really have a gauge of what's right and what's wrong.” Kiryu
closed his eyes. “I know you like getting roughed up. And I want to

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give you what you like. I just...” Kiryu shifted. “I want to make sure
that you're okay, in the end.”

For a while, the dripping faucet was the only sound between
them. Majima let Kiryu's words settle on him, and as he pondered
them, he gently pet Kiryu's wet hair. He fondly spotted a few silver
strands peeking out from their black beds. A smile tickled Majima's
lips. They were getting old.

“You're not being fair,” said Majima.
“Eh?” Kiryu lifted his head, surprised. Majima kept smiling.
“You're not being fair to yourself, Kiryu-chan.” Majima ran a
thumb underneath Kiryu's eye. “If I don't get to say I have a broken
brain, you don't get to think your libido is defective.” Majima kissed
Kiryu's crown. “So you don't get all hot and bothered like everybody
else. Big deal. Hell, if anything, that makes me like ya more.”
“What do you mean?” said Kiryu.
Majima's smile widened. “You understand that there's nothing
wrong with ya, right? There are plenty of people who don't get it up
on the reg.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Besides...” Majima wrapped his arms around Kiryu,
holding him closer. “That just means I'm special to Kiryu-chan.
Doesn't it?”
Kiryu's eyes twinkled. “Yeah,” he said. Kiryu's meaty arms held
Majima tighter, and they snuggled their noses together. “Because I
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One that was sweet and genuine, and hidden away from the rest of
the ugly world. Maybe they were broken and defective. Maybe they
were nothing of the sort. Majima wouldn't pretend to be an expert
on the subject. But he knew what he knew. He knew that Kiryu was
special to him. He knew that he'd do anything to preserve that bond.
He knew that Kiryu, no matter what happened between them, would
always hold Majima in the same way. And he knew that there was no
one Majima loved more on this earth, past or present, than Kiryu
Kazuma.

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2007
For Business or Pleasure?

How did I get here?
That seemed to be the theme for Kiryu's day. It had only been a
year and a half since retiring from the Tojo Clan, yet he always
seemed to end up walking through those doors one way or another.
Today, it was at the behest of none other than Majima Goro.
Currently, Kiryu's partner was stuck in the middle of back to back
meetings. Despite the fact that Majima had promised that he'd be
done by noon, Kiryu found himself waiting in the lobby of HQ for
over an hour, chain smoking by himself. He leaned back against his
seat, staring out the open doors. It was a lovely spring day. Haruka
was currently enjoying her first week of school of the new year, and
Kiryu could already spot a few cherry blossoms on the wind. He
hoped that whatever the reason Majima summoned him to HQ, it
would involve enjoying the outdoors that day.
Commotion pulled his attention, and Kiryu snuffed his current
cigarette in the tray next to him. Footsteps echoed from the upper
hallway as voices reached Kiryu's ears.
“...but Boss, the meetings are—!”
“The meetings are boring!” Kiryu heard Majima's voice distinctly.
In all fairness, it was an easy one to pick out from the crowd.

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“Boss, as a Patriarch, you should stick around for the entirety of
the meeting.”

Kiryu looked up, spotting Majima and his men over the railing.
The former of which was in his business best, though he was already
working on undoing his tie. He rounded to his subordinates with a
glower. “Haw? You wanna run that by me again, fuck face? You want
to try and tell me how to do my job?”

The man paled. “N-no...”
“Well then keep your trap shut!” With a swift kick, the man
barreled over, clutching his solar plexus. “I don't need anybody tellin'
me what I should and shouldn't do, you get that, ya fuckin' dancing
monkeys!?”
“Y-yes sir!” the other two said immediately.
“You should take your responsibilities more seriously, Majima-no-
niisan.”
Kiryu's voice made Majima snap his head to Kiryu's direction.
Peering over the side of the railing, he spotted his boyfriend
immediately and broke into a wide, wild grin. “Kiryu-chan!” His
demeanor changed in an instant. With a light leap, Majima launched
himself over the edge and landed with ease onto the lobby floor.
With no sense of humility, Majima jumped into Kiryu's lap, arms
wrapped around his neck. “What are you doing here?”
“You asked me to come,” Kiryu reminded Majima.
“I know that, ya big lug.” Majima ran his gloved fingers through
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have to come all the way here. I'm flattered. Though I guess this
works out perfectly.” As he spoke, his men wandered down the steps.
They stopped at Kiryu's side and all bowed in respect, greeting him as
the Fourth Chairman. It looked like Kiryu would never be rid of that
name. Majima ignored them all and nuzzled his nose into Kiryu's
cheek. “I have a surprise for you, Kiryu-chan.”

“What kind of surprise?”
“Well I can't show you here. Now gimme a kiss.” Kiryu flushed,
and glanced gingerly at the three men in wait. Majima glared at them
and swatted at the air. “Oy! Give us some privacy, will ya?!”
“R-right!” The men turned their back, and with a satisfied smile,
Majima leaned in and slapped a fat one right on Kiryu's lips. Kiryu
responded in kind, of course, and when they were done, Majima slid
from his lap, bringing Kiryu to his feet along with him.
“Come on. I can't wait.” Instead of taking him out to a car, Majima
grabbed his hand and tugged him off to a distant hallway. In fact, he
took him directly to the men's restroom. Kiryu blinked as they
wandered in through the doors. There was one man at the urinals,
but other than that, they were alone. Majima approached the pissing
man and thumped his shoulder. “Make it quick,” he ordered. The
poor guy swiftly stuffed his dick in his pants and bowed his way out
of the bathroom. Majima grabbed Kiryu by his lapels and pulled him
into the biggest stall in the row. After which, he locked the door
promptly behind them.

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“Majima-san—” Kiryu barely had the time to protest before
Majima shoved him into the toilet seat and made himself
comfortable on Kiryu's thighs, facing him. Majima kissed Kiryu
fiercely, gripping the roots of his hair. Kiryu couldn't help it as his
hands wandered down Majima's body and up beneath that black suit
jacket of his. They broke their kiss, only for Majima to dive forward
into Kiryu's neck, determined to leave marks of ownership on that
sun kissed skin. “What are you up to?” Kiryu breathed.

“You'll see...” Reaching for Kiryu's hand, Majima guided it down
the front of his pants, working Kiryu's fingers beneath his underwear.
Kiryu's face flashed red, but Majima wasn't done. Not until he
managed to get Kiryu to feel what was hiding between his legs. It was
definitely plastic, and from what Kiryu could tell, was wrapped
around the base of Majima's penis, leading directly in between his
ass cheeks.

“What...?” Majima kissed Kiryu's confused face with delight.
Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a small, oblong black
object. When Kiryu realized what he was looking at, he felt his head
get light. “Majima-san... Are you... are you wearing a—?”

“Sure am.” Majima put the remote in Kiryu's hand. It had a power
button and a little wheel beneath it. It fit easily in Kiryu's fingers.
“And you're gonna help me get through my next few meetings.”

“...What?” Kiryu turned to Majima, incredulously. “You wanna run
that by me again?”

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Majima rolled their hips together. “Daigo-chan wants me at some
boring numbers luncheon. I asked if I could bring ya with me. Kind of
a plus one situation.” Majima leaned forward and nibbled at Kiryu's
jaw. “While we're there, I want you to turn this bad boy on... and
make it a lil exciting for me...”

Kiryu's blood was racing a mile a minute. “That's... b-but that's
so...”

“Isn't it?”
Kiryu swallowed the dry lump in his throat. “I... I don't know. In
front of Daigo...?”
“Come on, Kiryu-chan!” They kissed again. “Do you know how
often I had to keep this thing lubed up so it won't chafe while I
waited to come grab ya? I've been lookin' forward to this all week!”
“You've had this planned for a week...?”
Majima kissed Kiryu deeply. Their tongues dove at one another,
and before long, Kiryu felt himself lose all pretenses of modesty. As
the kiss broke, a sliver of saliva kept their lips strung together.
Majima grinned. “Give it a whirl... Just don't make me blow my load
yet, stud.”
Glossy eyed, Kiryu stared at the remote in his hand. With a
shaking thumb, he pushed the power button. A tiny light went on,
and Majima's hips shuddered. “Ah...” Majima giggled and leaned
forward, pressing their foreheads together. Kiryu could see a shift in
Majima's pants, and though it was difficult to pick up, he could hear
the slight whirring of the machine between his legs. “That's good...”

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Majima cupped Kiryu's hand, urging his fingers towards the wheel.
“This thing here... it controls the speed. The intensity...”

“Oh?” Kiryu lifted it up. “So if I push it up it—?” Kiryu did just
that, and Majima's back went stiff and straight as a board. He yelped,
his thighs shaking on either side of Kiryu's hips. Kiryu rolled the
wheel back down, and Majima collapsed onto Kiryu's shoulder. “Are
you sure you want to do this?” Kiryu asked. “Are you going to be able
to keep it under wraps so that Daigo doesn't figure it out?”

Majima shuddered before throwing on a huge, hungry smile.
“That's the fun of it. I don't know if I can...”

“Majima-san...”
Majima bent down and kissed him, longingly. His hips swayed
with the low hum of the vibrator. “I've been wantin' this for a while
now. Why not just indulge me, Kiryu-chan? If we get caught, I'll take
the heat.” He bit his tongue, grinning from ear to ear. “The danger
makes it fun... don't it?”
“We have two very different definitions of fun,” Kiryu said plainly.
However, he couldn't deny that eager look in Majima's eye. He took a
breath and shut off the remote. “All right... If this it what you want.”
“It is.”
Kiryu nodded and slid the remote into his pants pocket. “Where's
the luncheon?”
“Here at HQ,” said Majima. “Come on. Let's get ready.” After
washing their hands (Kiryu insisted), they headed out of the
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area had been set up to host lunch for a small party of people. One of
the shogi doors remained open, letting the guests admire the zen
garden just beyond the room. Daigo, currently, was speaking with
two other men that Kiryu didn't recognize. When they approached,
Daigo looked up with a smile.

“Kiryu-san.” Daigo approached, and he and Kiryu locked hands.
“Welcome back. I assume Majima-san had to twist your arm to get
you here.”

“More or less...” He glanced at the other two men. “Majima-no-
niisan suggested it might be less boring if I was here.”

“That sounds like something he would say.” Daigo turned to the
others and held his hand out, presenting them. “Kiryu-san. This is
Patriarch Sunada and his lieutenant, Tamaki-san. They operate our
gambling houses up north.” Sunada and his man both bowed lowly.
The patriarch was a short man, with old fashioned sunglasses and a
thinning hairline. He reminded Kiryu a little of Patriarch Dojima when
he was still alive. His lieutenant Tamaki was a brick wall on legs, with
broad shoulders and a scowling expression beneath wiry, blond hair.

“Fourth Chairman,” Sunada greeted. “It is a great honor that you
would join us today. When Patriarch Majima said that you'd be
coming, I couldn't believe it.”

“Well... Majima-san likes to throw curve balls every so often.”
Kiryu glanced at Majima, who was doing his best to suppress a smile.
“Please, don't let me get in the way,” Kiryu continued. “I'm just here
to spectate.”

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“Of course,” said Daigo. “Still, having your input would be valued,
Kiryu-san.” The four of them took their seats. Sunada and Tamaki sat
across from Kiryu and Majima, with Daigo at the head. Kiryu was sure
to take the chair furthest from Daigo to avoid letting him see the little
remote in his pocket. The kitchen chefs arrived not long after, laying
an entire platter of fresh sushi for them to enjoy. No expenses
spared, it seemed. As they began grabbing portions for their plates,
Majima and Kiryu shared a glance. Kiryu read all he needed from that
one look alone.

All right. Game on.
In his left pocket, Kiryu pushed the button on the remote.
Majima's face had no change, but under the table, he saw his legs
twitch. He wondered how hard Majima was focusing to keep piling
his plate with sushi. He almost didn't noticed that Sunada was talking
until he was addressed directly.
“What do you think, Forth Chairman?”
“Hm?” Kiryu, so as not to seem suspicious, had started eating
slowly. In his pocket, he felt the remote buzz. “What do I think...?”
“About moving operations to Kamurocho?” Sunada clarified.
“Oh.” Kiryu leaned back in his chair. Out of the corner of his eye,
he saw Majima stick a whole piece of spicy tuna into his mouth.
Grabbed by sadistic delight, Kiryu pushed the wheel upwards.
Majima froze, his chopsticks still on his lips. He closed his eye, trying
desperately to center himself. “Well like I said, Sunada-san. I'm not
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“Still, if you'll indulge me? I've always wanted to pick your brain
about expanding the family's influence.”

“Hm.” Kiryu pushed up the wheel, and Majima covered his mouth
with a napkin, trying to stop soy sauce from dibbling down his chin.
“I'm honestly not the man to ask. But Majima-no-niisan has one of
the biggest families in Tokyo. Why don't you ask him?”

Ok. So Kiryu was having a little fun with this.
Sunada turned to Majima, who drank a massive gulp of water like
a man dying of thirst. “Yes, I've heard about the pull of the Majima
family,” Sunada said. “Maybe you would know then... In order to
expand our gambling empire down to the east, we'd possibly need to
get involved with something called the 'Dragon Palace'? Would you
know anything about that?”
Kiryu lowered the wheel, letting Majima finally breathe easy.
“Yes, we're aware,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “Though
considering who runs it, it wouldn't be that hard to buy them ou—
howwwt.” That last word elongated into a sudden moan, which
Majima quickly cleared his throat to try and obfuscate. Kiryu, right at
the tail end of that sentence, decided to push up the wheel to half
power. Majima reached for his glass and downed the rest of his
water, before motioning one of the kitchen staff to give him a refill.
Daigo, with a look of concern, leaned forward over his plate.
“Majima-san. Are you doing all right? Are you sick?”
“Sick? Me?” Kiryu lowered the wheel, letting Majima's face relax.
“I never get sick.”

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“Right...” Sunada eyed Majima up and down before taking out a
cigarette. Tamaki lit it, and he took a drag. “Well, regardless. If you
think we can buy them out easily, it shouldn't be an issue to expand
our reach into the inner city.”

“Of course,” said Majima. He glanced at Kiryu, who kept his face
straight as he innocently enjoyed a little yellow tail. Majima
swallowed and crossed his legs tightly under the table. “I'll get some
of my boys onto that. We'll see what we can do.”

“Good,” said Sunada. “The last thing we need is grass roots
competition.”

“Right...” Kiryu began slowly pushing the wheel up to capacity,
and saw Majima grip his leg in a clawed vice. Tiny muscles in his neck
were twitching, and Kiryu could see his ears growing red. “So uh... u-
uh... Why don't you... tell me.. about yourself, Sunada-san?” Majima
tightened his legs as Kiryu pushed even further up the wheel.

“Me?” Sunada glanced at Daigo, who nodded in encouragement.
“Well, we're a little more towards the far branches of the Tojo. Truth
be told, this is my first time back in Tokyo in almost five years.”

“I see, I see.” Majima was busy shoveling sushi in his mouth. All
the while, Kiryu kept pushing that wheel up.

“I started as a grunt for one of the smaller families out here in
Kamurocho, when the Second Chairman Sera-san asked me to head
up the gambling houses in the north. I got my own family straight
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you're not surrounded by the endless contacts in a place like
Kamurocho...”

“I see, I see, I see.”
Sunada hesitated, his cigarette between his knuckles. “Are you
absolutely sure you're ok, Majima-san?”
“What are you sayin'?” Majima deep-throated a massive piece of
eel. As he did, Kiryu managed to push the wheel all the way to its
breaking point. Majima suddenly lurched forward, pounding his fist
on the table. “Fuck.” He nearly spat the eel out, and every eye
(except Kiryu's) was staring Majima down. Majima lifted his shaky
head, and swallowed. “That's some... that's some good fuckin' eel...”
Kiryu shut off the power button, and Majima physically relaxed, and
gasped behind his hand. His hair was starting to fray, and his legs
continued to twitch violently beneath the table. That's when Kiryu
got a horrible, awful idea. Behind them both was a man totally in
eye-sight of them. Kiryu held up his hand to motion them over.
“Excuse me,” he said. “Is there any more tuna in the kitchen?”
“I'll go check for you, Forth Chairman.”
“Thanks.”
As the staffer headed back into the kitchen door, Kiryu subtly
wormed his fingers into Majima's lap, making sure not to shift his
upper arm too deliberately. Majima's eye bulged as Kiryu wiggled his
way into his front pocket, and gingerly prodded at the stiff, twitching
rod within those pants. “Going from grunt to having your own family
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“It was.” Now that the attention of the room was squarely on
Sunada as he regaled the tale of his climb to the top, Kiryu removed
his hand from Majima's pocket. Majima watched subtly as Kiryu
rested his own hand on his lap, hidden by the flaps of his blazer. It
wasn't difficult to guess what he was hiding. Kiryu was starting to get
hard, himself. Majima licked his lower lip, and he and Kiryu shared a
lustful glance.

This was starting to get tedious.
“Fourth Chairman.” Kiryu looked up as the kitchen staffer
returned with another tray of tuna sushi. “Compliments of the chef.”
“Ah, thank you. But I think my stomach is starting to turn.”
“Oh?” Daigo set down his wine. “There's been a bug going
around recently. I hope it's not serious.”
Serious indeed. “I think I'll be fine. But...” Kiryu flipped the power
back on and Majima went stiff, his legs nearly folding underneath his
chair. “I think Majima-no-niisan will have to escort me home.”
“So soon?” Sunada asked. “We barely just got started.”
“You wanna fuckin' double guess the F-Forth Chairman, buddy?”
Even crazy with desire, Majima was forever a spitfuck. “If he says it's
time ta... time to go... then it's...” Majima's words died in his throat
and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It's almost... there...”
“It's what?” Sunada asked. “It's almost where?”
Quickly, Kiryu shut off the remote and stood, helping Majima to
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Daigo watched with curious eyes. “Yes...” he said slowly. “Thank
you for joining us...” With that, Kiryu bowed his head and walked the
pair of them out of the room and into the main hall of the house.
They barely got a few feet around the corner before Majima turned
to Kiryu with all the hunger of a ravenous wolf. He leapt forward, and
as their lips connected, Kiryu stumbled backward into a door. Blindly,
he opened it, and they fell into what they realized all too late was
nothing more than a broom closet. But there was no time to find
more comfortable lodgings. They were like too horny teenagers. Any
space would do.

They kissed and grabbed at each other's bodies, Kiryu's erection
starting to strain against his pants. They sloppily undid each other's
buttons and zippers, and before long, Majima was bent over an
industrial washer. The closet itself was full to the brim with supplies,
shelves and tools. There was barely the space for them to stand in
the center. With Majima leaning forward, Kiryu yanked down those
black pants and took a look at the culprit. Majima's vibrator was a
sort of cock and ball cage contraption, latching around his package
with a vibration head dug deep within his ass. Just touching the thing
made Majima jump an inch out of his skin. Kiryu knelt down behind
him and turned on the remote. It went wild, and Majima arched his
back, whimpering softly.

“Fuck...” Majima hushed. “K-Kiryu, y-yer gonna make me cum if
you k-keep it up...” Kicking off his pants, Majima turned and hopped
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into the muscle of his mid-calf. His head pearled with eagerness as he
waited for Kiryu's touch. “T-take it off... I want the real thing...” Kiryu
shut off the vibrator and unlatched it from Majima's dick. As the toy
dislodged from Majima's ass, his muscles spasmed with delight. His
mouth hung open as hot breath clouded both their visions. Majima
grabbed Kiryu's jaw, and they kissed, roughly.

“Fuck me.”
“Yeah.”
Kiryu brought Majima back down to his feet and turned him to
face the washer. His fingers worked the now stretched ring of flesh of
his anus. He could feel that secret spot within him thump and throb.
Quick as he could, Kiryu undid his own pants, and with a few strokes
to his manhood, pressed his head against Majima's body. Slowly but
surely, he moved himself further in, making Majima moan long and
deep under his breath. Finally, Kiryu's hips met Majima's tattooed
ass. Kiryu dug fingers into his flesh, and with a desperate grasp, he
began to move.
“Ah... ha. Ha. Ahhh...” Majima bent forward, grabbing his head as
he opened himself wider for Kiryu's impressive cock. The thumps of
their bodies nearly knocked the washer off its axle, but they weren't
exactly concerned about property damage at the moment. Kiryu's
pelvis slapped in quick succession, lube dripping to the concrete floor
between their feet. The enclosed space made their bodies heat up
twice as fast, and pretty soon, Kiryu was starting to sweat through his
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work. Kiryu bent himself over Majima's spine, humping deeper and
closer and further with each new stroke. Majima gasped with every
new thrust, and eventually turned to bite into Kiryu's neck. Kiryu
responded with bites and kisses of his own.

“Majima...” Kiryu huffed. His strong hand gripped at a pipe above
their heads for balance. Majima bent forward on his elbows, his legs
shaking helplessly beneath them both. Kiryu could feel himself get
closer and closer to that edge.

“Fuck... Kiryu... Kiryu-chan... fuck...!” Majima froze up, swallowing
Kiryu's dick whole. He came against the front face of the washer, and
Kiryu, deep within him, came just as hard. They held each other,
breathing and moaning in each other's ears. When they were
finished, they would have collapsed, if Kiryu didn't keep his hand on
the pipe above them. As Kiryu's strength came back to him, he slowly
dislodged himself from Majima's body, but was quick to catch him
before he let his partner fall. Sweaty and spent, Majima turned to
Kiryu, and with a wide smile, they laughed together.

“Don't ever ask me to do that again,” Kiryu mumbled.
“Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that,” Majima teased.
“Yeah,” Kiryu admitted, “but Daigo was starting to get suspicious.
If he ever finds out, I won't be able to look him in the eye.”
Majima nuzzled into Kiryu's neck, giving one of his bruising bites
a gentle kiss. “You worry so much about everything... So cute, Kiryu-
chan.” They kissed again, and after finding some questionable rags
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far, the coast was clear. Majima was sure to pocket the vibrator so as
not to leave any evidence. Kiryu took Majima's hand and they began
tip-toeing their way down the hall.

“I hope you two didn't break anything.”
They froze and turned to see Daigo standing at the end of the
hallway, his arms folded. However, he didn't seem mad. Instead, he
flashed a smarmy smirk. “I swear, you're worse than highschoolers
sometimes...”
“D-Daigo...” Kiryu, red in the face, turned to apologize. “Sorry. We
uh—”
“Relax.” Daigo glanced over his shoulder. “Your secret is safe for
now. Still, I'd hurry up and go if you don't want any awkward
questions.”
Kiryu nodded. “Right.” Squeezing Majima's hand, the two waved
and hurried down to the front of HQ, where one of Majima's cars
were waiting. They got inside and got comfy in the back seat. Majima
leaned forward at the driver, who'd just finished his cigarette.
“Drive,” he told him.
“Sure, Boss. Where too?”
“Do I sound like I give a shit?” Majima curled into Kiryu's lap
without embarrassment. “Just go. And keep yer eyes on the road.”
“Y...yes sir.”
The car started up, and Majima hit a button on the door. A tinted
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privacy. “There we go...” Majima tucked his head under Kiryu's chin.
“That was the best meeting I've ever been forced ta go to.”

“I'm glad...” Kiryu threaded his fingers through Majima's hair.
Majima smiled coyly. “Of course, you know what this means?”
“Hm?”
Majima lifted his head and removed the vibrator from his jacket
pocket. “One of these days... we gotta see if this thing fits you.” Kiryu
looked between it and Majima's imploring eye. Leaning down, he laid
a long, lustful kiss on Majima's lips. After which, he pulled back, and
said flat out:
“Not on your life.”

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2007
Master, master

Chapter 1: invitation

“Kiryu-chaaaaaan.” With glee in his eyes, Majima slowly pried
open the door to Kiryu's bedroom. It was early still, and Haruka was
enjoying her weekend cartoons, letting Kiryu sleep in. But Majima
had no intention of giving Kiryu those extra Z's. Creeping into the
bedroom, he closed the door behind him and inched forward. Kiryu
was sound asleep, rolled over to one side. His subtle snores told
Majima all he needed to know about his current state. That was
some heavy snoozing.

Giddy, Majima slunk into bed with Kiryu and nuzzled his nose
against Kiryu's. “Wake up, Kiryu-chan! I have plans for us—uurk!”
Without warning, Kiryu's massive arm wrapped around Majima's
body and he was yanked inward. Majima opened his mouth to
accuse Kiryu of faking it, but those snores only confirmed that he
was, in fact, still asleep.

“This guy...” Majima muttered to himself. However, with their
fronts flush up against each other, an evil idea came to Majima's
mind. Nibbling his lip, Majima dug his hands downward, and began
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thick eyebrows furrowed, but Kiryu was still sound asleep. Majima
giggled.

“Kiryu-chan,” he sang softly. He pulled down at the elastic of
Kiryu's underwear and down his fingers went. Dexterous and swift,
he began squeezing and toying with the head of Kiryu's half-erect
penis. Kiryu flinched in his sleep, no longer snoring. Majima edged
closer, and slid his hands down further along Kiryu's shaft. Kiryu's lips
parted, and a flash of pink cracked over his face like an egg. Majima
laid soft kisses along Kiryu's jaw, now running the pad of his thumb
against Kiryu's perineum. Finally, he felt that meaty arm tighten
around Majima's shoulders, and Kiryu's eyes fluttered open.

“Ma...jima-san,” he yawned. His eyes fluttered and he looked
down between them. His face grew hotter, and Majima gnawed at
Kiryu's nose.

“Good morning,” he purred, now as close as he could be. “Did I
wake the dragon?” Embarrassed, Kiryu nodded as he shoved his face
into Majima's neck. Majima only smiled brighter. “You want me to
keep going?” Again, Kiryu nodded. Majima chuckled in Kiryu's ear.
“So cute, Kiryu-chan...” Majima slid down under the covers, shifting
Kiryu until he was flat on the mattress. Now completely hidden,
Majima yanked Kiryu's boxers down to his knees, bent in, and started
sucking. Above him, he heard Kiryu moan deeply, the muscles on his
stomach shuddering with pleasure. Between his mouth and his
tongue, Kiryu lasted only a couple of minutes before tugging at
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“Ma-Majima-san,” he huffed. “Wait, s-stop! I'm going to–!” Too
late. Kiryu's body tensed up, and Majima felt that hot, salty gush hit
the back of his throat. Majima took it without complaint, and
swallowed. Shifting back up so that they were face to face, Majima
kissed Kiryu boldly. Kiryu, meanwhile, was buzzing. “You
swallowed...”

“My favorite flavor,” Majima teased. They kissed again, and
Kiryu's arms curled around Majima's slender waist. When they broke
apart, Majima grinned widely. “All right! Now that that's over, get up
and get dressed! We've got a big day ahead of us!”

Kiryu, still a little dizzy, processed Majima's instructions a little
slow. “Big day...?” he said. “What big day?”

Majima sat up and spread his arms out, as if to present his plan to
Kiryu. “Don't you remember, Kiryu-chan? We have a date!”

“A date...?” Kiryu furrowed his brow and sat up. His hair was wild
from bedhead, and stuck out at least an inch from his crown. “I don't
remember planning anything.”

“Because you didn't plan anything,” Majima said. He hopped out
of bed and put his hands on his hips. “Now chop chop! We need to
get to Osaka before nightfall if we don't want to be rude.”

“Osaka...? Majima-san, are we going to Sotenbori?”
“Yup! And don't worry! I've got your tux waiting for you in the
car.”
“My tux...?” Blowjob or no blowjob, Kiryu's head was spinning.
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date all the way over there? And why do I need a tux?” Rather than
answer, Majima pulled out a pamphlet and handed it to Kiryu, who
read it aloud. “The Grand's twenty five year anniversary?” He looked
up. “Wasn't that your cabaret?”

“Yeah,” said Majima. “And as a former manager, I can't just show
up stag. Obviously, I need a date.” Majima knelt down on the bed and
leaned in. “Now come on and get ready! We can eat on the way
there.”

Kiryu blinked slowly. “But... I was planning on doing the shopping
today...”

“Oh come ON, Kiryu-chan! You're always shopping!”
“That's because I always forget something every time I go.”
Majima latched his arms around Kiryu's shoulders and pushed
out his lower lip. “Come on, big boy. I obviously can't just skip this
thing, and if I go alone, I'll die. Do you want me to die, Kiryu-chan?!”
“I highly doubt that.” Still, there was no getting around that
puppy dog eye from Majima. With a deep sigh, Kiryu rolled out of
bed and stretched his back. “All right. Let me take a shower.”
“Yes!” Majima celebrated. “We leave in half an hour, Kiryu-chan!
Let's go!” Once Kiryu had a quick shower and freshen up, they
prepared to leave. Haruka, of course, was given some lunch money,
and Kiryu told her to call him if anything happened. He also made
Haruka promise to eat more than just eggs or junk food. Of course,
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thousand and told her to go wild at the convenience store down the
street.

With a wave, the two were off. As promised, Kiryu had a freshly
pressed tuxedo waiting for him in the car. As Majima drove, he sang
with the radio, Kiryu occasionally joining in for backup. They stopped
for lunch at a Smile Burger along the way, and by the time they got to
Osaka, the sun was already starting to set.

The Grand hadn't changed much in the years Majima had been
away. There was some updated decor, and now a DJ's station sat next
to the live stage, but otherwise, it felt the same as it had in 1988.
Majima urged them both upstairs to his old office to change, which
eventually lead to fooling around. But when Kiryu was finally able to
pry Majima off him, they finished just in time for the doors to open.

Guests of all sorts filed in, and Majima was quick to meet and
mingle with the new staff of the cabaret. Kiryu, who didn't know a
single face, decided the safest course of action was to follow Majima
everywhere he went. As he did, he watched Majima transform right
before his eyes. The wild card Majima Goro had been left at the door,
it seemed, as a suave, more professional Majima took his place. Kiryu
had never seen Majima so... well, mature. He greeted guests, made
small talk, and acted like an all around gentleman. No lewd jokes or
off the cuff comments, not even when the conversation presented
opportunities for them.

After a while, Kiryu's stomach started growling. That Smile Burger
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glanced at Majima, who was deep in conversation with one of the
older hostesses. No need to rudely interrupt them, Kiryu figured.
Without announcing his departure, Kiryu headed over to the snacks
to fill up a plate.

“...so that's why I ended up leaving,” Majima was saying. “I miss
it, of course, but I can't complain about much these days. Isn't that
right, Kiryu-cha—” Majima turned to address Kiryu, only to find a
Kiryu shaped hole where his boyfriend should have been. Majima
looked around. “Kiryu-chan?” He was just about ready to go looking
(though to be honest, how does one lose a 6ft, broad chested
yakuza?), when another voice caught his attention.

“Excuse me,” it said. “Are you perhaps Majima Goro-san?”
Majima turned to address the speaker, and as he did, a thrill shot
through his body. He stood, stunned, as he stared at a young face.
One that was both horribly familiar and all together alien. Before his
brain could process the face, his voice spoke on its own accord.

“Sa...Sagawa...?”
The man smiled. He was barely in his thirties, with dark hair and a
charming smile. But there was no mistaking it. It was those eyes.
Those eyes that presented an air of politeness, of gentleness, whilst
hiding a deep cruelty underneath. “You're correct,” he said. “Sagawa
Tsukasa was my uncle. My name is Sagawa Akito.” He bowed his
head. “It's an honor to finally make your acquaintance, Majima-san.”
Uncle? More like a fucking clone. It took quite a bit of re-
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still staring at the new Sagawa in shock. “G...good to meet you, too,”
he stumbled out. “Sagawa-san never mentioned he had a nephew.
Then again, I don't ever recall him talking about himself.”

“That sounds like Ojisan,” Sagawa agreed. “He was always a very
private person. But he did talk about you, occasionally.”

Majima's heart shot into his throat. “Did he?” he said. “I didn't
think I was worth talkin' about.”

Sagawa laughed. “On the contrary,” he said, “he always loved
visiting the club because he got to see you, Majima-san. You were the
favorite part of his work day.”

Majima looked away, bitterly. Of course I was, he thought. “Well...
it's nice to meet some of his family.” Majima scanned the room,
desperately searching for Kiryu. “I should keep moving though. I still
haven't thanked the owner for inviting me.”

Sagawa's eyes twinkled. “The owner?”
“Yeah. He sent me the invite personally. Though I don't know the
guy's name, or what he looks like. So it's been a little bit of a
challenge.”
Sagawa stepped forward, hands in his pockets. “Well you don't
have to look much harder, Majima-san.” He tilted his head, his smile
coy. “I'm right here.”
Majima rounded to him. “You?” he said.
“That's right,” Sagawa confirmed. “Ojisan left me The Grand to
take over when I turned twenty one. It was about ten years after you
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“I see...” He cleared his throat. “Well... Then I thank you for
inviting me. This has been a real nice trip down memory lane.” “Nice”
was a strong word there, but it was better than what he was actually
thinking. “Looks like you did a good job of keeping it open. Congrats.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Though it was a challenge not having The
Grand's greatest manager to help me. What was it they called you
back then? The Lord of the Night? What a nickname.”

Somehow, Sagawa spinning off that kind of information made
Majima feel exposed. “Thank you,” he said, looking for a cigarette. “It
was... definitely a learning experience.” He found his pack and pulled
one out. Before he even had a chance to grab his lighter, Sagawa was
there, zippo in hand. He held it to Majima's cigarette, lighting it for
him. “Thanks,” Majima repeated, a little awkwardly.

Sagawa snapped the lighter closed and tucked it into his breast
pocket. “I have you to thank for my success,” he said. “Growing up, I
heard about your methods that kept up The Grand's reputation.
We've had some rough patches here or there, but your motto has
seen us through the worst of times.”

“My motto?”
Sagawa bowed like a proper man of service, one hand behind his
back, and the other at his front. “The customer... is king.”
Majima's ears grew hot. “That caught on, huh?” He focused on
smoking, his eye again combing the crowd for his boyfriend. Where
the fuck was Kiryu? The conversation between them fell into a lull,
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new Sagawa was staring at Majima in that way that the old Sagawa
did to really get under his skin. The apple didn't fall far, it seemed.
“Well...” Clearing his throat, Majima took a half step away, ready to
excuse himself forever. “I really should find my date.”

“Ah,” said Sagawa. “You came with an escort, Majima-san? She
must be very beautiful.”

“Majima.”
They turned. Kiryu, completely oblivious to the emotional game
of chess, approached with two plates stacked high with hors d'vours.
“I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you a couple of
everything...” That's when Kiryu noticed Sagawa. “Oh. Sorry. Was I
interrupting you, Majima-san?” Majima took note of Sagawa's
expression. Though that polite smile remained, the answer Sagawa
had in his eye was a very clear and resounding “yes.” Majima jumped
on the chance and broke into a wide grin.
“Ah, Kiryu-chan!” Majima latched onto Kiryu's front, nearly
knocking the two mountains of snacks from his hands. “There you
are! And you brought me food? So considerate!” Majima took a plate
from Kiryu and (quite boldly), kissed his cheek in front of Majima.
“My sweet boy,” he cooed in English. To his delight, he saw Sagawa's
eye twitch.
“So... this is your date, Majima-san?” He rekindled his polite smile
and bowed his head. “Welcome to The Grand. My name is Sagawa
Akito. It's a pleasure to meet someone so close to Majima-san.”

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“Sagawa?” The name took Kiryu by surprise and he turned to
Majima. “As in your old boss?”

“Yeah,” said Majima. “Apparently he left The Grand to his nephew
here. We've just been getting acquainted.” That's when the lights
dimmed, and they turned towards the stage. The live band was
getting to their seats, and the crowd paused to applaud them as they
got ready. A few moments, the head sax counted them down, and
they began a smooth dance number. A few hostesses were already
dragging guests out to the floor for a slow dance. Seeing a perfect
opportunity, Majima set both plates of food on the table next to
them and grabbed Kiryu's hand. “Dance with me, Kiryu-chan!” he
said.

“Dance...?” Kiryu, cheeks tinted, glanced out to the floor. “But...
all I've ever known how to do is disco...”

Majima laughed. “No time to learn like the present.” Without
giving Kiryu another chance, he pulled the man out to the floor and
redirected his shovel hands. One on Majima's hip, the other holding
Majima's other hand. “It's real easy,” he said, free hand on Kiryu's
shoulder. “Just kinda sway to the music. You'll get it.” They started
dancing. As they spun, Majima caught sight of Sagawa, who
remained on the sidelines, watching. In the arms of his date, Majima
felt a wave of relief. “Good... just gotta keep this up,” he muttered.

“Majima-san?” Kiryu tilted his head, his brow perpetually
furrowed. “You ok? You seem off.”

“Off? What gave you that idea?”

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Kiryu glanced behind Majima. “Is it Sagawa-san?” he asked. A real
habit of hitting the problem right on the head, this guy. “If you want,
we can leave early.”

Majima scoffed. “And what? Ruin my reputation? Please.” Majima
danced a little closer to Kiryu, shaking his head. “No weird guy is
going to run Mad Dog Majima out of town, Kiryu-chan. What do you
take me for?”

Kiryu smiled. “Sorry,” he said, lightly. They danced for a few more
numbers, and finally, Majima suggested they go hit the bar. It was
open, after all. Fortunately, when they left the floor, there was no
sign of Sagawa, and they picked up their food and made themselves
comfortable near the corner of the room.

They started with some champagne on Majima's insistence, and
followed it up with shots, cocktails, more champagne, a little wine,
another round of shots, and topped it off with just a bit more
champagne. Now, both Majima and Kiryu were men who could hold
their liquor. But the fact that they also weren't exactly spring
chickens these days, compounded with the frequency and potency of
the alcohol Majima was feeding them, after a couple hours of
drinking, the pair of them, to put it delicately, were egregiously
fucked up.

Majima, having just finished his fifth tequila shot, stuffed a lime
wedge in his lips to chase it with. Instead of taking it out immediately,
however, he turned to Kiryu and smiled, the rind covering his teeth.
Kiryu, who was pretty red in the face by now, snorted in laughter.

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“Aaaah... Act your age, Goro-kun.” Ah yes, another indication that
Kiryu was hammered as fuck. The first names were out. Leaning over,
Kiryu yanked him in by his shoulders and kissed Majima's cheeks. “So
immature... So silly...”

Majima finally took the rind out and laughed along with him,
hands on Kiryu's thigh. “You like me silly,” Majima teased. Majima
had been restraining the rising tide of horny ever since their first
couple of drinks. Now that they were blitzed out of their skulls, there
was no more holding it in. Majima fondled Kiryu through his pants,
and gnawed on Kiryu's neck. “Neh, neh, Kiryu-chan. I'm waaaay too
smashed to drive tonight.”

“Yeah,” Kiryu agreed.
“We might have to get a hotel room...”
Kiryu nuzzled his nose into Majima's neck. “Yeah,” he said again.
Majima snorted. “Is that all you can say?”
“Yeah.”
They kissed, and Majima was ready to call for a cab, when he felt
a rather unflattering urge will him out of his seat. “I'll be back. Don't
leave without me, stud.” Sneaking one last kiss, Majima headed to
the bathroom, swaying as he walked.
The Grand's bathrooms were always fancy and well kept, and
fortunately for Majima's sake, they were pretty empty. He hated
pissing in front of strangers. Whistling, he found a urinal and started
to relieve himself. As he did, he spaced out, imagining the upcoming
night with Kiryu. Man, if things went the way he wanted them to, he

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wasn't gonna be able to sit for a week. He was looking forward to it.
Majima was so in his own head that he didn't even hear the door
when it opened. Nor did he notice that the man who opened it didn't
move forward after walking inside.

“Hello, Majima-san.”
That got Majima's attention. He looked over his shoulder to see
Sagawa the younger smiling at him, one hand in his pocket, and the
other balancing a smoke between his fingers. “Enjoying your night?”
Casually, he walked over to the mirror and straightened his tux tie. “I
hope you're planning on tipping my bartender. If you were a normal
guest, your tab would be through the roof tonight.”
Majima finished up and went to the sink, washing his hands
vigorously. “Been watching me?” he slurred, glaring at the soap on
his hands. “Fuckin' perv.” Yeah, the unrestrained Majima was out in
full after a few drinks.
Sagawa's eyes burned into the side of Majima's face. But he said
nothing. Lord, that boy had his uncle's eyes down to a T. Majima
dried his hands on his pants and walked to the door to exit, except as
he went for the handle, Sagawa was faster on the draw. Reaching
out, he clicked the bolt, locking them in. Majima slowly turned his
eyes to Sagawa. “The fuck are you playing at, boy?” he growled. “You
realize I could carve you up six ways to Sunday?”
Sagawa's smile only grew. “You could,” he agreed. “If you were
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Majima snorted. “Don't bet your life on it.” He went to undo the
latch, but Sagawa stepped in front of him before he could. Majima
was starting to get irritated. “Out of the fuckin way.”

“You really are one hell of a live wire when your walls are down,”
said Sagawa. That veneer of politeness was gone, leaving only the icy
undertow beneath. “I can see why my uncle liked you so much.”

Majima flared. “Motherfucker... I'm giving you three seconds to
get out of my way.” Sagawa didn't flinch. “One... two...” Majima
snarled. “All right. Don't bill me for the hospital visit.”

Majima let out a mighty swing, but before he could make contact,
Sagawa ducked, forcing Majima to slam his fist into the door behind
him. As he reared back, Sagawa moved fast. He swiped his leg out
from underneath Majima's feet, grabbed him by the hair, and
slammed his knee into the back of Majima's leg, sending him to his
knees. Majima gasped, a thrill of both anger and pleasure boiling up
in his chest. The kind that was both dangerous and painstakingly
familiar.

Goddamn, did the whole Sagawa bloodline have the ability to
turn Majima on while being absolute assholes? Sagawa, his fingers
laced tightly into Majima's hair, leaned forward, smoke pinched
between his grinning lips.

“You don't remember me,” he said. “Hell, I don't think you ever
saw me back then. But I remember you... Majima-chan.” That pet
name... God, Majima always hated it when Sagawa senor called him
that. And it felt even more vile coming from the younger Sagawa's

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lips. “My mother was busy that day, so Ojisan took me to work with
him. It was raining. The club was slow. And my uncle needed to pay
you a visit. Do you remember?”

Majima gripped at Sagawa's arm, but it wouldn't relent. “I don't
remember every fucking rainy day you little twat,” he seethed.
Sagawa only grabbed onto Majima's hair tighter. Majima choked back
a moan. Stupid kinks. Sagawa knelt further in, resting their cheeks
together as his front pressed into Majima's back.

“Think,” he slithered. “Think back, Majima-chan. It was spring
time. The rain was coming down hard. Ojisan needed to talk business
with you...”

Slowly but surely, Sagawa's words began to paint a picture. A
picture of Majima, younger, more obedient, bent over his coffee
table. A picture of sweat, and of unbridled moaning. The older
Sagawa, with a fist full of Majima's hair, was leaning over Majima like
a dog. His pants were off, and his legs were spread. Every thrust left
Majima to moan helplessly. He didn't know it at the time, but he'd
accidentally bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed.

And the rain... Majima suddenly remembered. It'd been an
unusually warm day, so Majima cracked his window. So when the rain
started, it broke into Majima's office, making a puddle on his
carpeted floor. Drowning in sweat and drool, Majima clawed at the
table, trying to balance himself. But Sagawa's control was powerful,
and kept him face down on the table with one hand. He straightened
his back, watching Majima wither from above.

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“Good boy, Majima-chan,” came his voice. “You work for every
yen of debt you owe... You work hard, Majima-chan...” Majima could
barely speak, choking on his own spit.

Sagawa pressed his cheek harder into the table, and Majima's eye
cracked open. That's when he saw it. His office door, normally closed
and locked during these “meetings” with Sagawa, was cracked open.
And in the darkness of the hallway, was a face. A pair of wide eyes,
an expression of shock. It stared at Majima, and Majima stared back.
Majima had no strength to stop Sagawa, to reach out and alert him
that they had an audience. And then, before Majima knew it, the
face was gone.

The dawn of this memory must have shown on present day
Majima's face, because Sagawa the younger let out a laugh that was
soaked in vitriol.

“So you do remember... Good. I was going to be hurt if you
hadn't.” Still with a grip on Majima's hair, Sagawa dove his hand in
between Majima's legs and applied pressure. Majima shook, his
thighs weak. “Look at that. You're already hard.”

“Get off me,” Majima gasped.
“I thought about that day for years,” Sagawa hissed. “Every time I
was alone. In high school, girls were never enough for me. Even porn
didn't take the edge off. No. What did it for me, every time, was you,
Majima-chan. The sight of you, a deadly yakuza, bent over like a
whore. I lived for the day I could see you as a man, myself.” He pulled
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So rude, Majima-chan. After everything I set up so that I could sweep
you off your feet...”

“Sagawa...” Majima glared over his shoulder, gripping his arm
with one hand. “You either fuckin' let me go or I–”

“Or you'll what, Majima-chan?” Sagawa tilted Majima's head
back as far as it would go and dove in. He kissed up and down
Majima's neck, and his free hand began unbuttoning Majima's pants.
The touch to his penis sent shivers up his spine. “Does he make you
feel like this?” he husked. “Vulnerable? Crazy? At the end of your
rope?” Sagawa licked the pulsing vein in Majima's neck. “When was
the last time you got fucked so hard you couldn't walk? When was
the last time you got to your knees and begged for it, Majima-chan?”

Majima wouldn't give Sagawa the satisfaction of an answer. With
all the effort he could muster, Majima suddenly turned in an attempt
to buck Sagawa off. But it backfired.

Sagawa managed to pin Majima down by his legs and wrists. He
grinned from above, that hungry, monstrous smile enough to send
Majima twenty years into the past. This kid... this fucking kid had the
power of Sagawa Tsukasa tenfold. Those old feelings drudged to the
surface, and Majima tried to ignore the thumping of his dick.

“What do you say I make you my bitch, just like Ojisan?”
Wrapping one hand around both of Majima's wrists, Sagawa pinned
him down by his throat, making Majima gasp in pleasure. “You're
fucked up enough to love this shit, aren't you? Don't you want to be
destroyed like that again?” He leaned down, watching Majima gasp

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for air. “You know you want this. Give in. Give in to me, Majima-
chan...”

Suddenly, the door shook. “Majima-san?” Kiryu's voice shook the
Earth itself, and Majima and Sagawa snapped over towards the door
as Kiryu tried opening it. “What's going on in there? Are you okay?
Majima-san?”

“Kir–mmf!” Sagawa slapped his hand over Majima's mouth,
stopping him from calling out. Majima started wriggling underneath
Sagawa, who put even more pressure onto Majima's body. However,
the damage was done, and the door to the bathroom shook even
more.

“Majima-san...?! What's happening!?” Kiryu banged on the door,
threatening to break it down. Sagawa was starting to panic, which
gave Majima the opportunity to wiggle out his wrist, and clock
Sagawa square in the mouth, sending him rolling. Sitting up, Majima
took a deep breath and shouted.

“KIRYU-CHAN!”
WHAM! The door snapped off its hinges as Kiryu kicked it wide
open. When the dust settled, Kiryu saw Majima on the ground, his
pants undone, and Sagawa frantically trying to grapple him.
The heat practically radiated off of Kiryu's body. With another
swift kick, Sagawa was sent flying across the bathroom and into the
opposite wall, cracking the tiles. Kiryu wasn't done. He wasn't even in
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others, Kiryu actually yanked it off of its frame and carried the thing
towards Sagawa.

With a furious yell, he slammed the door down onto Sagawa's
head, splintering the plywood into a million different pieces. Sagawa
barely had time to regain his barrings before Kiryu was on top of him.
Every thrown punch sent splatters of blood in different directions. A
few teeth went flying. Once it looked like Sagawa had nearly been
pounded into mincemeat, Kiryu sent one last, final right hook down
into Sagawa's face, knocking him to the floor for good.

Then, he paused. He took deep breaths, staring as the now meaty
face of Sagawa twitched in a pool of his own spit. Kiryu pushed
himself to his feet and rounded to Majima. “Oy.” Majima, who'd
watched the whole thing enraptured, snapped up. “You good?”

Majima took a moment. Getting to his feet, he approached Kiryu.
In a sweeping gesture, he jumped into Kiryu's arms and kissed him
fiercely. Kiryu kissed back, his bloody knuckles squeezing Majima
close to him. When they broke the kiss, Majima looked down at
Sagawa's beaten and bloodied face. He kicked Sagawa swiftly in the
ribs, making him flinch.

“How's that for a fucking answer?!” Majima howled. He kicked
again and again, sending Sagawa into a curling mess of sweat and
snot. “The next time you put your hands on me, motherfucker, it
won't be Kiryu-chan who kills you, it'll be me! You get that, you piece
of fucking shit!? You fucking cocksucker!?”

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“Majima...” Kiryu put his hand on the back of Majima's head,
cooling that wild anger, though only just. “Let's go. Last thing we
need is the cops busting in here.” Majima agreed, and with one last,
satisfying kick, they left the bathroom. When they stepped out into
the cool air of Sotenbori, Kiryu turned to Majima, his eyes firm. “Did
he do anything, Majima-san?”

Majima scoffed. “Nah,” he said. “Just got a little handsy. Nothing
a hostess ain't used to, let alone someone like me.” Kiryu scowled at
the front door of The Grand. No doubt, he was fantasizing about
ripping Sagawa's dick off. Majima wouldn't lie, he'd probably love a
front row seat. Speaking of...

“Kiryu-chan...” Majima gripped the front of Kiryu's tux. “Take me
to a hotel.”

“Eh?” Kiryu turned to Majima, surprised. “Seriously?”
“Yeah...” Majima threaded his arms around Kiryu's neck, pressing
their fronts together. “Asshole or no asshole, I'm still hard as fuck,
Kiryu-chan.” With their fronts against each other, there was no
denying that fact.
Majima kissed Kiryu desperately, not caring that they were in the
middle of the street. “I let that disgusting slob put his hands all over
me. I need you to punish me for being so bad...” Kiryu's face flashed
pink, but it was hard to argue with the request. Throat dry, Kiryu took
Majima's hand, and the two hurried down the street towards a love
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It was a tiny place, discrete and cheap. They got into the lobby,
and Kiryu booked a room for the pair of them. “How long will you be
staying?” said the girl at the counter. “Two? Three hours?”

“Just keep the tab open,” said Kiryu.
Majima curled over Kiryu's shoulders, tenderly. “Make sure we
got plenty of toys in there for us.”
“Of course, sir.” The girl scanned a fresh card and handed it to the
pair of them. “Room 203. Thank you for staying with us, and please
enjoy yourselves.” Kiryu took it, unable to look the girl in the eye, and
the pair high tailed it up the steps to the second floor. They reached
room 203 and were on each other before Kiryu even unlocked the
door. Between the drinks and the adrenaline, Majima was ready to
get fucked into next week. They paused just long enough to lock the
door and take in the room.
Their hotel room was an obnoxious shade of pink, with a rounded
bed done up with black silk sheets. Their window was frosted, and
next to a fuzzy pink lamp was a complementary box of toys,
organized and displayed for convenience. Laughing hungrily, Majima
dug through the box, cataloging what they had at their disposal.
Fuzzy handcuffs, a leash, a crop, some rope. Oh yes, this was exactly
what Majima needed. Majima took out the leather crop and ran his
fingers up the shaft. He turned to Kiryu, his eyes blazing.
“Fight me,” he said.
Kiryu, just in the process of removing his shirt, paused. “What?
You want to fight?” Clearly, Kiryu couldn't do the math in his head.

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