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Aaannd First Kiss for Minedai! :3

Ahhh, some love for my other ships X3 Thank! 

16.  First Kiss 

“Mine-san, could you come in here, please?” 

Mine almost dropped his pen, startling as Daigo called him into his office. He immediately tidied his already immaculate papers at his desk and rose to follow Daigo inside. 

Before Mine had even fully closed the door, Daigo was asking, “Do you prefer red or white wine for dinner?” 

Mine frowned; unusual request. “It would depend on the entree,” he answered thoughtfully, closing the door firmly, before turning back, “but in general, I prefer a robust red wine in the evenings.” His eyebrows slowly turned down further, watching Daigo move around his desk, a small smile on his face. 

“Excellent, then I’ll know what to tell the sommelier when we arrive,” Daigo answered, finally seating himself behind his desk and turning to his documents. 

“W-When we...” Mine’s brain entirely stopped. His mouth hung open for a full thirty seconds before his brain snapped back into action. “S-Sir! W-What do you mean?” he spluttered, stepping to the edge of the desk before he could stop himself. 

“Oh, hadn’t I mentioned?” Daigo blinked, glancing up, “We’re going to dinner tonight.” 

“We- We are?!” Mine squeaked. 

“Yes,” Daigo nodded calmly, leaning back to look up at Mine properly, “I thought it was high time I got around to asking you out.” 

Mine flushed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed for anything or anyone, but his face felt like he was in the middle of a 110 degree fever right now. 

“Any objections?” Daigo asked, an eyebrow arched. 

Mine eventually managed to shake his head stiffly from side to side. 

Daigo smiled. “Good. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He returned to his documents.

Mine blinked and tried to remember how to breathe. 

Daigo looked up again after a long moment, realizing Mine had forgotten how to walk too. “You’re dismissed, Mine-san,” he reminded him gently. 

“R-Right, yes! Because I don’t work in your office,” Mine gasped, woodenly striding to the door and dashing out of it as quick as he dared, striding right past his desk and not stopping until the got to the bathroom, locked it, and doused his entire head in the sink. 

- 

8 o’clock rolled around and on the button there was a buzz at Mine’s apartment building. He’d spent the past 3 hours taking an extensive shower and dressing and redressing, trying to decide what was presentable, but not too professional, impressive, but not overbearing. In the end he’d decided on a blue suit, slim cut and sleek, with black silk shirt and skinny navy tie in a complicated knot. Or should he have just gone with his old plum favorite after all? But it was too late now, there was a limo outside and he’d never forgive himself if he kept Daigo waiting. 

“D-Dojima-san!” Mine gasped at the door, surprised to see Daigo himself there instead of his chauffeur. 

“Mine-san,” Daigo smiled, looking Mine up and down, “That is an extremely well-cut suit... blue suits you.” He looked into Mine’s eyes and his gaze smoldered. Mine wanted to whimper. 

“Y-You’re fashionable, as always, Dojima-san,” he managed in return, trying not to drool over Daigo’s all-black ensemble, with skinny bowtie and crushed velvet jacket. 

Daigo nodded in acceptance. “Being chairman does come with its perks,” he smirked and turned to offer Mine his arm. Mine bit down on his lip and tentatively took the offered arm, worried Daigo could feel him shaking. 

Daigo’s other hand reached over and squeezed Mine’s upper arm as they descended the stairs to the limo. “It’s alright, Mine-san,” he said gently, “I have a few butterflies myself.” Mine looked up at him, staring wide-eyed. Daigo just smiled and shrugged before opening the door and inviting Mine inside first. 

Mine sat down and tired to get a hold of himself. “Dojima-san,” he tried. Daigo turned to him after closing the door, eyebrow raised with interest. Mine swallowed and tried again. “Dojima-san, I’m terribly flattered-”

“Shh,” Daigo interrupted, shaking his head, “None of that. None of that modesty and humility you’re always putting on around the office. Tonight isn’t about that.” He sighed, facing forward. 

Mine wavered, but sat back, unsure where to look now. 

“You’re embarrassingly competent, Mine,” Daigo continued, “And you normally lord it over everyone around you. You’re a bit of an asshole actually.” Mine shifted uncomfortably, but Daigo was grinning. “I like that about you, it’s honest. But I never get to see it. You’re just cowed by my title and power.” He deflated, looking down. “I don’t like you because you are subservient,” he explained quietly, “I like you because you’re not. So tonight...” Daigo looked up at him and smiled again. “Tonight... just be yourself.” 

Mine’s pulse pattered like heavy rain in his ears. His breaths came fast, probably depriving oxygen to his brain, and before he knew what he was doing he was leaning forward, cupping Daigo’s face, bringing him closer and... His lips pressed hard against Daigo’s mouth, insistently, forcefully, the only way he knew how to do anything. This was reckless, this was madness, he was going to get fired, he was was going to never see Daigo again- He could feel Daigo’s surprise, his body shifting and freezing, his eyes widening, his lax mouth unmoving, and then kissing back. 

Daigo kissed back and where Daigo gave an inch, Mine took a foot. He pressed harder, sucking at Daigo’s lips desperately, pressing tongue and teeth as close as they could get. His whole body pressed Daigo into his side of the car, trying to crawl into his lap when they hadn’t even made it to their destination. He could hear Daigo fumble with the button on the car door, maybe he was going to open it to throw Mine out, but then Daigo pulled him tighter, all but sliding beneath him, clutching Mine close, closer. Mine gasped into Daigo’s mouth and had to break, to look at what was going on just for a second. 

Daigo panted beneath him, slicked hair matted and pressed at weird angles against the car seat, his lips open and bruised. Mine swallowed hard and forced himself to look away, finally noticing that the privacy screen was up between them and the driver. It had just been the privacy screen... 

“That’s more like it,” Daigo growled, loosening his tie with one hand and curling his other around Mine’s neck, pulling him down for more. 

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Sleepy Kiss! For Mhhh mm let's do this one for Kazumaji!

💓 You got it! 

9. Sleepy Kiss 

It wasn’t the first thing he expected to notice, but Majima snored. He’d expected to notice Majima’s bony shins or the way he had to roll over at least three times before laying still, but no, it was the snoring. They’d only been sleeping in the same bed for a week and Kiryu was trying to decide if it was rude to put in earplugs when they went to bed. 

He groaned, rolling over one more time to face Majima. He was face up and mouth parted, limbs splayed all over like he still thought this bed was his and his alone. Kiryu’s lips quirked a little at that. Wasn’t it just like Majima to dare him to take what was his, even in sleep? Majima snored particularly loudly, his nose visibly vibrating. Kiryu’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head. Perhaps it was only to be expected, broken noses always snored, he’d heard. And, well... if you didn’t have a broken nose as a yakuza, you probably weren’t doing your job right. 

Kiryu sighed, deciding to hunker down in his pillow and hope that would help. But before he could move, Majima twitched and squirmed and his eye slid open. “Mmmm, staring at me asleep, Kiryu-chan?” he murmured groggily, pushing up on an elbow. 

A smile squirmed onto Kiryu’s face and he was just about to answer when Majima flopped over him, wrapped an arm around his neck, and kissed him messily. It had absolutely no art to it, just a warm, soft smear of mouths in a loyal, but confused press of affection. Kiryu smiled harder and gently pushed Majima back. “You big softie,” Kiryu whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

“Who’sh soft?” Majima slurred, rolling over the other way and obediently curling his arms around his pillow, “M’rock hard for ya...” 

Kiryu couldn’t help snorting, but Majima didn’t stir, already asleep again. And this time his breathing was soft and quiet. Kiryu’s heart fluttered, watching Majima at peace. Unable to resist, he spooned up against him, pulling an arm around Majima’s stomach. Majima hummed weakly, a content, soft crescent in Kiryu’s arms. If they had to sleep like this every night to keep Majima from snoring, Kiryu thought as he rested his face just behind Majima’s neck, he was okay with that. 

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For the character post thingy Nishikiyama

Frienddddd! *hugs* Excellent choice

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

I expected Nishiki to be much more of a Loki figure but, and I honestly mean this as a compliment, he’s not that smart. And that’s fascinating! Like, Nishiki is a coward and TERRIBLE at decision-making. Especially under pressure. Nishiki was never meant to be a leader, he sucks at it and he cracks like glass under pressure. Kiryu was always better at this stuff and Nishiki did ride his coattails and Nishiki knows it. 

Like, that’s what’s so heartbreaking about Nishiki. He was set up for failure. He’s not clever and he’s not strong, he has ambition in a way Kiryu never has, but he’s not smart enough to really pull it off. And his ambition stems from an inherent lack of self-worth. If people just told him good job once in awhile, he’d be happy. If people quit comparing him to Kiryu, or worse, EXPECTING him to be Kiryu, he’d be fine. But no, instead he was expected to be Kiryu, given absolutely no support or understanding while he was drowning, and under all that pressure, he snapped. 

And the terrible thing, the truly awful thing, is he knows the whole time that Kiryu is better than him, that Kiryu wouldn’t do this, that Kiryu would have made it work. But he’s not Kiryu. And he can’t. He truly believes he is less than Kiryu and... if that doesn’t fuck you up, just a little, I don’t know what to tell you. And I genuinely love that he’s allowed to be less than, he’s allowed to be wrong, to make mistakes and bad decisions, to not suffer as some saint and martyr to a path no one expected or wanted him to succeed at. Fuck yeah little buddy, you murder your way through because it’s all you’ve got. Your blood is on all our hands and I’m so sorry.

ship with: Woof, uhhh... therapy? Higher self-esteem? I actually think he and Reine would have been cute, if Nishiki hadn’t devolved into a pathological nightmare. Because she never compared him to Kiryu, she was never looking at him and trying to make him measure up or decide he was “good enough.” But, well. That didn’t pan out. 

brotp: The obvious answer here is Kiryu, I mean, Nishiki loves him, absolutely adores him, and Kiryu would do anything for him. But they’re bad for each other. 

There were many many failures with Nishiki down the line, on all sides. Kazama didn’t instruct him, Kashiwagi didn’t support him, and Kiryu, Kiryu didn’t let him grow. Kiryu was so worried about his brother’s weakness, instead of letting him take responsibility for his actions and go to jail, Kiryu took the consequences for him, denying Nishiki any real opportunity of growing into something beyond Kiryu. And that came from a place of love! Kiryu only wanted to protect him. But it was the final nail in the coffin of Nishiki’s doomed potential. Nishiki never learned what he could be outside of a placeholder for Kiryu. Everything that he achieves while Kiryu’s in jail is in his debt, because he knows the whole time that the only reason he’s out here, walking free, is because his brother took the fall for him. And so he can never truly say that his achievements are his. And from that space, his love, his envy, his fucking hero-worship of Kiryu turned to resentment and even hatred. 

Nishiki is this great example of Greek tragedy. I love that there were so many chances to avert what he would become, and at every stage, we dropped the ball. No one told Nishiki to stop, no one asked if he was alright, no one was there for him. If just one person had helped him, he wouldn’t have become this. There’s so much regret bottled up in Nishiki, the first big mistake of Kiryu’s trajectory, closely followed by the second Big Mistake. And I think it’s a really bold writing choice to make Nishiki this tragic, to saddle Kiryu early on with something he can never recover from, much less fix. It’s so fascinating that they just... let Nishiki run into the fucking ground and we have no one to blame but ourselves. It wasn’t that Nsihiki wanted too much or was just natively evil, he was trying so hard and he broke. That’s just great writing. 

But that does not answer the question. I don’t know if I’ve got a bro for Nishiki. I’d like him to have a friend he could trust. Not someone who’s going to save him, mind, just someone who he can be himself with. Kiryu has too many feelings of responsibility to be a good friend to Nishiki. It would have to be someone else. I can’t think of anyone who could have helped Nishiki that way, by actually being a friend. Sad answer :c

general opinions: For all that, I’m not particularly drawn to Nishiki. I think he’s a fantastic writing choice and I’m REALLY mad that canon doesn’t properly deal with the ramifications of his death. Like, game 2, Kiryu should still be Mad Fucked Up about it. And there’s A LOT of upsetting parallels in game 3 that never get fucking talked about. I’m really mad about that, because Nishiki’s death and the feelings of guilt and the fucking TRAUMA of watching it happen are a major turning point in Kiryu’s character. And the games should deal with that, his PTSD and that he can never apologize to a dead man. Just... I wish we talked about it more. I wish we dealt with it. It’s a Big Deal and it’s such a shame it isn’t given the weight it deserves. 

But as for Nishiki himself, his arc is complete. There was no saving him by the end. He did the only thing he could think of to redeem himself: die. Saving him there wouldn’t make him better, you would have had to have caught him much earlier than that, during his rapid spiral out of control, ideally, because once he snapped, he was gone for good. He made his choice to become something else, to survive, and he doesn’t... know how to be anything different. He’s scared and convinced he’s worthless. If you saved him at the end, it would take years of therapy to bring him back to a stable place where he was capable of feeling love for himself or others. He wanted to die, he wanted it to be over, it was the only thing he could think of, it was the only thing he’d been shown how to do. When things get shitty and it’s your fault, leave, that’s exactly what Kazama taught him. It would take monstrous work to undo that and I don’t think it needs doing. 

I think in terms of the plot and Kiryu’s character, his death is an important consequences to all the non-action and negligence that came before it. It should have been a major lesson in not leaving people alone and not keeping your feelings to yourself. The expectation that people will just weather whatever you throw at them is poisonous. The expectation that you should keep your problems to yourself and not ask for help is poisonous. Nishiki was right to break when and how he did. Absolutely justified. No one should be put in that position and the games repeat that (whether they meant to or not). I wouldn’t change that. I would change how his death is treated though. That boy didn’t die so you could forget about him. 

</essay on Nishikiyama Akira>

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Why are most soulmate AUs weirdly painful? Anyway I think 18 is a fun one for Kazumaji 💕

Awww, I’ll make them not painful! I know, some of these hurt, but not all of them! And there’s lots of nice meanings I can make, I promise X3 

(Also, sorry I’m behind everyone! I totally fucked up yesterday and had to take a day resting, but I’m getting to everyone’s prompts now! So far I have 18, 11, and two for 22, if you’d like to send another please do! Remember I’ll gladly do Kenzan and Ishin too! C’mon, YOU KNOW we gotta do some destiny shit for soulmate AUs amirite?)

18. the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.

“Su nao ni I love you,” Kiryu hummed to himself as he loaded his washer at the laundromat, “Todoke you kitto you love me...” 

Nishikiyama’s head shot up. “What. The Fuck. Are you singing, dude?”

Kiryu looked up. “Hmm?” He frowned at Nishiki’s incredulous expression, stuffing a few more shirts in the washer as he did so. “I wasn’t singing.”

Nishiki closed his washer and sidled over. “You were totally singing, dude, something super girly!” 

Kiryu frowned harder, closing the lid and starting the machine. He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so,” he raised an eyebrow at Nishiki, “I think you’re hearing things.” 

Nishiki shook his head, grinning. “No, you were, it was like uh... duh-duh-da Da-Da-Da!” Nishiki tried to recreate the melody as best he could. “Dadaduhduh duh-duh-da something like that.” 

Kiryu squinted at Nishiki, straining to make sense of the nonsense noises and the half-remembered verse and- oh, for fuck’s sake. Kiryu dropped his head as recognition dawned. “Oh my god, I totally was singing,” he groaned, throwing his head back and pinching his eyes. 

Nishiki cackled. “Ha ha ha! Well c’mon man, what the fuck is that?” 

“That’s the thing, I have no idea.” Kiryu threw up his hands. “It just, like, came to me the other day and it’s been stuck in my head ever since.”

“The fuck?” Nishiki cocked his head, “You a songwriter now, bro?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I mean, I think, I’ve never written a song,” Kiryu muttered, “It’s like... I can almost hear someone singing it and I just... know all the words.”

Nishiki’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s some spooky shit.” He nodded, leaning back against Kiryu’s whirring washer. “Hey, y’know what it could be?” He looked up at Kiryu, waggling his eyebrows. 

“What? No, no, shut up, that’s not even-”

“Your soulmate!” Nishiki crowed in his face as Kiryu ducked his head away, “Kiryu’s got a soulmate!”

“Shut up,” Kiryu groaned, “It’s not... maybe I heard it on the radio and just forgot, you don’t know.”

“Hmmm, maybe,” Nishiki stopped, thinking, “But I know how we can find out!”

And that was how the spent the next three hours scanning through every pop song that had played on any local radio station. 

“Is it this?”

“No.”

“Is it thi-”

“C’mon, bro, let’s just go home. The clothes are getting wrinkled,” Kiryu complained, collapsed on the dashboard of Nishiki’s car. 

“Hmmpf, alright, I guess we are getting nowhere,” he muttered, starting the car, “But there is one last place we should check.” 

Kiryu whimpered into his hands. “Please, can’t we just leave it?”

“It’s like you don’t even want to find your soulmate,” Nishiki criticized, pouting at him as he started to roll the car into the street. 

Kiryu sighed and sat back. “I don’t know if I believe in all that,” he muttered, “Like, why would it happen now? And why isn’t it a song I’ve ever heard before?”

Nishiki shrugged. “Dunno, man, but stranger things have happened. Genji used to say he heard that American pop song Irumi used to sing all the time. Said he couldn’t get it out of his head. And now they’re married with two kids, so.” Nishiki spread his hands over the steering wheel like this was indefatigable proof. “I don’t know, but I don’t question. And it’s a nice story.” He looked over at Kiryu, looking up at him with the wide eyes he knew always worked. “C’mon, one last stop and I’ll drop it, even if we don’t get anywhere.”

“...fine,” Kiryu growled, “But then you get to iron my pants.” 

It wasn’t long before Nishiki stopped the car again at a very familiar place. 

“Karaoke?” Kiryu blinked out the window, “You can’t be-”

“Just trust me, bro,” Nishiki beamed, stepping out, “I’ve got a good feeling about this!” 

They scrolled through every song on the menu, even the ones they were already well acquainted with. Still nothing. 

“Well. That’s that then.” Kiryu folded his arms. 

“The fuck! I was sure it would be here!” Nishiki ran a hand through his hair. “Hold on, I’m getting the manager.” 

“Nishiki, don’t-” But he was already through the door. 

“What seems to be the problem, sirs?” The bar manager, a round middle-aged man of bored temperament was saying as he followed Nishiki back. 

“We’re looking for a specific song and can’t seem to find it,” Nishiki explained, “It goes something like duh-duh-da Da-Da-Da! Dadaduhduh duh-duh-da da-da-da! You got anything like that?”

The manager blinked at them both. “We are not an infinite jukebox, sir, and thus do not carry every song ever composed. If you had the words, perhaps, I might be able to find something...” 

Kiryu rolled his eyes at Nishiki and stood up. “Apologies. I do have the words, it goes like this...” And he rattled off the first verse without pause.

The manager’s face frowned in concentration. “That does ring a bell, actually. Come with me, I might know what you’re looking for.” He escorted them out to the front desk and pulled out a massive three-ring binder. 

“Karaoke bars don’t always share discographies,” he explained, flipping through the pages, “Sometimes stores from different regions carry particular song collections popular with that region’s clientele. Your lyrics remind me of one I heard down in Sotenbori not too long ago...” 

Kiryu and Nishiki stared at each other, then back at the manager with increasing interest.

“Ah, yes, this was it, 24-Hour Cinderella,” the manager smiled up at them, “Very popular with the clubbing crowd down there, but not due to cycle through Kamurocho for another few months. Where did you happen to run across it?”

Kiryu had turned a little pale. “Uh, a friend played it for me. Thank you, we’ll be leaving now,” he said quickly, grabbing Nishiki and shuffling him out the door as fast as he could. 

“...shit.” was all Kiryu said as soon as they were outside. 

“Wow. Wow,” Nishiki breathed, a little shocked himself, “So... your soulmate lives in Sotenbori!” 

“That doesn’t- this doesn’t prove anything,” Kiryu snarled at Nishiki, resenting his fast recovery. 

“And he said it was a clubber!” Nishiki ignored him entirely. “Oh! Maybe it’s a cute host girl,” Nishiki grinned, ribbing Kiryu, “Maybe she’s dancing all alone without you tonight going ‘Oh, I wish my big strong soulmate was here!’“

Kiryu blushed hard. “Shut up, it’s just a weird coincidence.” 

“Oh, Kiryu-san!” Nishiki continued breathily, batting his eyes, “Oh how I’ve wanted to dance with your big strong arms around me!”

“Tch, now you just sound like you,” Kiryu snorted. 

“Shut up!” Nishiki stopped, flushing a little himself, “Not my fault you’re a freak of nature. Get in, I have ironing to do, apparently.”

Kiryu smirked, but inside... maybe he’d have to take a trip to Sotenbori someday. Just in case. 

Meanwhile... 

Majima raked a hand through his hair, staring transfixed at the screen. “How do I know all the words to this? I never play Bakamitai!”

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SFW 7

Would they go to the beach?

I mean, Kiryu lives on the beach half the time, so... yeah, I think, absolutely. Even just for fun. It can be semi-dangerous going shirtless for them when not in the heart of Kamurocho, but, on the other hand, do you want to pick a fight with the Mad Dog and the Dragon of Dojima? If you know enough to know yakuza tattoos, then you’re probably gonna stay the hell away from two middle aged dads just having fun with their kids. 

Because they would go with Kiryu’s cloud of children most of the time. Two lifeguards are better than one, after all. Not sure where Kiryu or Majima learned to swim, but it would be very stupid to move to a tiny island without knowing how to swim, so we’ll assume Kiryu was not operating with half a brain cell when he made this decision. And Majima knows all kinds of shit he has no right to. 

But there’s also the odd private, romantic beach day where Majima just wants an excuse to stare at Kiryu’s muscles dotted with ocean spray. And make him rub lotion on him. The day Majima finds a nude beach is a dangerous day for Kiryu, but this is fast becoming a NSFW answer. (But c’mon... “I HAVE to take my trunks off, my whole tattoo has to be lotioned!” “...we could do that at home though?” “You’re missing the point of Beach Day Kiryu-chan!”)

NSFW 5

Favourite positions?

Ohhhh, now there’s a question. 

Majima is a dyed in the wool bottom and don’t let anyone tell you different. Oh, he can top and will gladly do so if asked, but there is a marked difference between his enjoyment of fucking someone and getting fucked. That is a man who needs a dick like he needs a second eye. I’m so sorry. So any position where he’s taking it is his favorite position. Doggy style is good because it’s just so rough and raw, Kiryu can really pound into him that way. The only downside is he can’t actually see Kiryu this way and that’s a bit of a bummer. So he’s always struggling between his desire to not be able to walk the next day and wanting to watch Kiryu come. And it’s not like he can’t be fucked into paralysis in other positions too, Kiryu is definitely one to follow orders, so. 

So Majima also likes a good old fashioned missionary from time to time, it’s relaxing and if he or Kiryu is in an especially gentle or tender mood, this is the go-to. But there are bonus points for any position where he gets to feel how strong Kiryu is, any position where Kiryu is carrying him, where he’s using his force on Majima, that also really does it for him. His real, true, actual kink is exhaustion. He wants to be fucked into the ground and then some, fucked until he can’t move, can’t think. It doesn’t necessarily need to be endless, but it does have to push him to his limits in one way or another. So Kiryu has had a hard learning curve on sex keeping up with Majima’s inventive demands. Majima can confirm he passes with flying colors though. 

For Kiryu’s part, he never knew how delightful it was to dominate someone until he fucked Majima and... Kiryu is pretty much ruined for it now. Majima’s spoiled him with all his whining and whimpering and begging and babbling. You try not utterly devouring the man when he’s begging you to destroy him. Sometimes it scares Kiryu how badly he wants Majima, how much he enjoys this, but Majima is always so pleased it’s hard to think there’s anything to be worried about. 

So Kiryu delights in the business of fucking Majima into any surface he wishes and isn’t particularly picky himself about how it gets done. But if he had to choose, he’d probably say doggy style as he knows just how much Majima enjoys it and it’s easier to fuck Majima into next Tuesday if Majima isn’t directly looking at him the whole time. He doesn’t get stage fright per se, but he does get shy about it being obvious how much he likes this too. He’s also, actually, a big big fan of Majima sucking him off. It lacks the feeling of partnership that penetration has, but Majima’s mouth is just so tender and talented, Kiryu longs for the sweetness of it sometimes. It’s just nice to be taken care of once in awhile.

And on that note, on occasion, Majima will fuck him. Majima does believe in sharing and doesn’t want to hog the joy of being filled all to himself. He’s never as rough with Kiryu as Kiryu is with him, it doesn’t really do the same thing for Kiryu. So usually Kiryu’s riding him when that happens, with him offering little nudges and encouragements. And he can’t complain, Kiryu’s awful pretty perched on his cock, all tense and screwed up with pleasure. 

And we’d best not talk about all the rushed, impromptu, semi-public sex that happens more frequently than Kiryu wants to remember. Majima has not one fuck to give about that though. (And Kiryu isn’t as mad as he desperately wishes he was.)

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Kazumaji, if course because I am helpless! And 1. Please 💙 thank you so munch you lovely 🍋

Awww, I am a lovely lemon! Thank you! *cracks knuckles* Okay, here we go!

1. things you said at 1 am

“So, ya ever think about it?” Majima asked more clearly than he had a right to as he swung onto Kiryu’s couch. 

“Wh-What?” Kiryu blinked at him blearily, still in the middle of taking off his shoes before following him at a stumble to the couch. They’d ran into each other at the karaoke club and one thing led to another and before they knew it they were soused and the bar manager was pushing them out to close so Kiryu had suggested they just walk back to his place because that, for some reason, felt like a good idea and now... well, here they were. Drunk on their asses at nearly 1 am with nothing to do but talk to each other. 

“Kissin’ a guy,” Majima insisted, leaning forward eagerly, “ya ever imagine it?”

Kiryu flushed, reflexively scooting back. He’d forgotten that in the path of their wayward conversation Majima had made some sexually ambiguous comment about another patron and Kiryu’s stupid, alcohol-loosened mouth decided to ask about it and now the topic of conversation was sexual orientation. At least it wasn’t sexual experience, god help him if they turned to that, but... this was already deeper water than sober Kiryu wanted to tread. 

“I, uh, I mean, doesn’t everyone?” Kiryu tried to play it casually, but he just sounded nervous. And this was, apparently, not the case by the light in Majima’s eye as he crawled even closer. 

“Maybe,” Majima mused with an elegant shrug, “Couldn’t say. In my experience, the only folks who think about it are the ones that want to.” His eye flicked from Kiryu’s unhelpfully heaving chest to his face and Majima grinned wide. “Ya wanna try it?” 

Kiryu tried to push back even farther, but he was already wedged into the corner of the couch, pressed hard into the arm of it. He gulped audibly. “I- I-” he stammered. 

Majima blinked at him and sat back a little. “Ya shy, I understand,” he sighed. 

Kiryu breathed in relief. 

“Then what ya think it’d feel like?” 

Kiryu flinched, feeling like he’d been gut-punched. 

“Aww, c’mon, I won’t tell,” Majima murmured, way too close suddenly. Kiryu looked up and found Majima leaning a hair’s breadth away, looking at him keenly. “C’mon, Kiryu-chan, tell me,” he whispered. 

Kiryu’s cheeks were so hot he felt feverish. He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. “W-Why does it matter? It’s just... stupid stuff.” 

Majima pouted. “We’re bonding! Sharing secrets is a part o’ that! Here, ya tell me one a yours, I’ll tell ya one a mine, sound fair?” 

“That’s not-”

“I’ll even let ya pick mine! Go on, ya can ask me anythin’, I won’t lie,” Majima shook his head, babbling over the top of him before he could refuse. 

Kiryu flopped back, overwhelmed. “Err... okay, I guess,” he mumbled, rubbing his neck. 

Majima squealed and sat up straighter, beaming at him. Kiryu was just relieved he had a few seconds before he’d have to spill his own guts. 

“Mmm... you ever think about kissing a guy?” Kiryu shrugged. 

Majima’s face fell and rolled his eye in disappointment. “Uninspired, Kiryu-chan. I’ll give ya that one for free: yes and I’ve done more than think about it. Try again.” He folded his arms expectantly. 

Kiryu bit his lip, curiosity getting the better of him. “What’s it like?” he whispered. 

Majima started to smile. “It’s nice, kissing a guy. Hopefully it’s a guy ya know, a guy you’re buddies with. And then you’re not just kissing someone’s lips, but all the cool things ya did together and all the stuff ya think about him. Kissing a guy ain’t like kissing women. Well, it is,” Majima corrected, scratching his chin, “Lips are still soft and warm no matter whose they are. But women can be soft and yielding, guys can too sometimes. But the guys I kiss are usually big, strong, hard guys.” 

Somewhere along the way, Kiryu’s eyes had fallen closed and he was just listening to Majima monologue, picturing the scene. Majima with some square-built bruiser, utterly dwarfing Majima’s lean frame, except for Majima’s height. Maybe Majima would have to lean down a little. Maybe he’d box the other guy in with a hand against the wall, making an intimate space just for them. 

“I like my men strong,” Majima continued, a rough growl in his throat, “I like pressing into them and feeling all those hard muscles against me, knowing he could break me if he wanted, but he doesn’t. He wants ta kiss me.” Kiryu bit his lip. “And I get ta feel all that power being used for softness, get to cling to those wide shoulders as he embraces me, get to hear them soft, lonely sounds as I kiss him deep, making him feel loved and wanted. Oh, it’s a sweet thing to kiss another man, Kiryu-chan.” Majima sighed and Kiryu slowly opened his eyes to see Majima gazing at him dreamily, his lips shiny like he’d been licking them. Kiryu tried to tear his eyes away but couldn’t. 

“My turn,” Majima muttered, low and dark, “Ya ever want to kiss a guy, Kiryu-chan?” 

Kiryu swallowed, finally lifting his eyes from Majima’s lips. “Y-Yes.” 

Majima licked his lips again, slow this time so Kiryu could see him do it. “Ya ever want to kiss me?” 

A siren went off somewhere in Kiryu’s brain, but the alcohol in his system made it slow and distant. He nodded helplessly. 

Majima pressed close and this time Kiryu didn’t move. Majima lifted a hand and cupped Kiryu’s cheek. “Ya wanna kiss me now?” 

Kiryu nodded and Majima’s lips met his fast. And they were soft and warm and it was everything Majima had promised. He wrapped his arms around Majima and Majima whined like he’d been waiting for that his whole life. 

“You didn’t say it’d be so wet,” Kiryu giggled, dazed, when they finally broke. 

“Experience is the best teacher,” Majima muttered, cupping his jaw, “Get back here, you’re not done.”

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I am still emotional from Kiwami 2 and if you have time maybe you could write something really fluffy and sweet for 13. things you said at the kitchen table? For Kazumaji of course 💘

Sorry for the delay! Been in a bit of a writing coma, soon we will see the fruits of my labor tho. (Who wants a teaser? I’m sorry I’m just so excited to share but it’s not finished.) And maybe a new prompt list? We shall see, we shall see friends. 

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“Itadakimasu!”

Majima peered into the bowl Kiryu set in his place as Kiryu started to eat. “Curry?” he blinked. 

“Yeah, homemade,” Kiryu explained between bites. 

“Since when do ya know how to make curry?” Majima frowned, picking up his chopsticks. 

Kiryu rolled his eyes and tsked. “I had to learn to cook the kids something,” he muttered, “and curry’s pretty easy, actually.” 

Majima raised an eyebrow skeptically before tasting. “Mmm... this is good!” He agreed, digging in aggressively. 

Kiryu snorted. “Serves you right for doubting me,” he smirked, finishing his own bowl a little more politely. 

“Phew! Good grub,” Majima sighed, leaning back when he was done and patting his belly, “So, is that what ya brought me out here for? T’feed me a homecooked meal?” He eyed Kiryu beadily, watching him gather the dishes to the sink. 

“I can’t do that?” Kiryu threw over his shoulder as he rinsed the bowls and chopsticks. 

“No.” 

And from his tone, Kiryu knew that any chance of a light-hearted, empty conversation was out of the question. He breathed heavily, leaning on the sink for a second, before turning back to Majima with a tired expression. “I can’t just invite my friends over for dinner?” he repeated mournfully. 

Majima hissed at the word “friends” and folded his arms, glaring at the table. “No,” he shook his head, “Maybe some other guys, but not me.” He looked up at Kiryu. “Ya never call me unless ya want something, so what do ya want Kiryu?” 

Kiryu winced, stepping back into the dining room and sitting down. “I just wanted to-”

“Don’t,” Majima cut him off sharply, “Don’t say that.” 

“But-”

“No!” he growled, shooting Kiryu a dangerous look, “Ya can’t have it both ways. Ya can’t run off to Okinawa and play house and pretend ya still have a life in Kamurocho.” He pointed at Kiryu. “Ya made your bed, Kiryu-chan, now ya get to lie in it.” He let his finger fall back to his knee. 

Kiryu swallowed hard, trying to deny it and finding no defense. “Then why’re you here?” he managed.

Majima sighed heavily, slumping like he’d been punched. “Because I’m a moron,” he muttered. 

Kiryu bit his lip and shifted a little nearer, as close as he dared, which wasn’t close at all right now. “I didn’t mean to...” 

Majima flinched and nearly turned his back to Kiryu, folding in on himself so that his knees were almost to his chest. 

Kiryu tried again, softer. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry.” 

“Oh now you regret moving out here? Great,” Majima sneered. 

Kiryu shook his head. “No, I regret leaving the way I did,” he bit his lip, “I regret leaving you the way I did.” 

Majima’s back tightened and then Kiryu heard a small sniffle. 

Kiryu scooted a little closer, hoping for the chance to put a hand out and not get it bitten. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was leaving you.” He hovered behind Majima’s shoulder. “I didn’t want to do that. I thought... I didn’t realize how much it would hurt until after I’d already done it.” He exhaled hard, remembering how heavy he’d felt leaving that rooftop and the ache that only got stronger the further he moved away. “It hurts... I know it hurts,” Kiryu murmured. 

Majima shuddered, stuffing his fist over his mouth to stifle the sobs. Kiryu tried touching him, pressed a hand to his back and Majima leaned back, giving in immediately and Kiryu scooped him into his arms. 

“I’m so so sorry,” Kiryu mumbled, sniffling a little himself, “Maybe I should move back...”

“No, ya wanted to move out here,” Majima gasped eventually, a hand curled around Kiryu’s neck, “Ya like your life out here. I can’t ask ya to move back.”

“But, I can’t-” Kiryu chewed his lip. “I didn’t want to abandon you. I don’t want to.” 

Majima shook his head, leaning back. “Nah, don’t worry about me.” 

“Tch,” Kiryu snapped, “I do worry about you,” he insisted, cupping Majima’s cheek with a firm hand.

Majima tried to snort, but his nose was too stuffed. “Foolish, Kiryu-chan,” he mumbled, “Nothin’ ever happens t’me, don’t worry ya pretty little head over it.” 

Kiryu squinted at him, unconvinced, but let it go. He sighed, “I think I really fucked up, leaving like that.”

“That’s ‘cause ya did,” Majima grinned up at him, face red and puffy, but his eye sparkled with humor, “But, we might be able to solve this.” 

Kiryu heaved a sigh of relief, a huge cloud in the back of his mind clearing. “I don’t know how to make the parts of who I am match,” he admitted. 

Majima nodded. “We’ll find a way... if ya want to, I mean,” he mumbled, glancing at Kiryu uncertainly. 

Kiryu nodded quickly. “Yes, yes!” He hesitated. “It’s better than us both being miserable.” He smiled sadly. 

Majima blinked and widened his eye. “Ya been hiding your misery from me?” He smirked, nudging Kiryu. 

“Hey, I only said I didn’t regret moving, I didn’t say I was happy,” he replied, smiling a little. 

Majima rolled his eye. “Hypocrite, Kiryu-chan,” he shook his head fondly, “Ya gonna let a guy believe ya didn’t miss him.”

Kiryu’s eyebrows rose and he got up on his knees, shuffling over to Majima and leaning over him dauntingly, framing Majima between his arms. Majima fell back to his elbows, swallowing. “I missed you,” Kiryu breathed, “Believe me now?”

Majima started to nod, then stopped. “Actually,” he paused, taking in the long line of Kiryu’s body crouched over him, “I could use a little more convincing.” His eye came up to Kiryu’s face with an expectant grin. 

“Is that so?” Kiryu growled, bending close enough Majima could feel it, and finally, finally, Majima started to laugh,

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I want to read more and if you want to write more go for 13 and 48 😍

You’re so sweet X3 Of course! 

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Kiryu’s more likely to stop and pet one, but Majima... actually there’s a Fantastic comic by @gabitzart that does this far better than I ever could. Please view here. 

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

“Haruka... there’s something I need to tell you.” Kiryu sighed, wishing he felt more confident by now. 

Haruka paused from drying the dishes and looked up. “What is it, oji-san?” 

Kiryu swallowed, still looking at the dishes in the sink. “I need to tell you... I’m... dating someone.” 

Haruka’s eyes widened and she brightened with a smile. “Oh, that’s wonderful, oji-san! Who is it?”

Kiryu chewed his cheek. “He... He’s uh...” 

Haruka’s face slowly faded as she blinked. “He’s yakuza, isn’t he?”

Kiryu nodded. “Yeah. But he wouldn’t hurt you,” he turned to Haruka, bending down to look her in the eye, “I’d never date anyone like that.” 

Haruka took a moment, considering, and drew a deep breath. “If you trust him, then I trust him,” she said finally, “I believe in you.”

Kiryu smiled in relief. “Thank you, Haruka, I’m going to need your help to tell the other kids and explain.”

Haruka smiled. “No problem, what’s his name?”

Kiryu’s face fell. “Errr...”

Meanwhile... 

“SUP BITCHES, GUESS WHO JUST FUCKED KIRYU-CHAN?!”

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I have long held the belief that the second after Majima finally fucks Kiryu, he will run screaming through Kamurocho telling everyone he sees. So... him first, I guess.