Aug 22, 2021
If villain Nishiki bad, why sexy?
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If villain Nishiki bad, why sexy?
Fantasy
Fandom: Yakuza Rating: E Warnings: / Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Nishikiyama Akira Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Nishikiyama Akira Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Nishiki isn't actually present but he's still Important, Sexual Fantasy, Fantasizing, BDSM, Trans Kiryu Kazuma, Trans Nishikiyama Akira Summary:
After the "How To Train Your Dominatrix" substory, Kiryu begins having thoughts...
(Also on AO3)
Once Kiryu is inside his apartment, he can finally let out the sigh of relief that he’s been holding through his entire way back.
Finally, peace.
Well, he knows this is a fake kind of peace, considering all that is happening, but at least here he can let his guard down a little bit.
He walks to the small fridge and gets himself a beer, which he opens after gracelessly sitting down. Ah, he’ll need more than just one beer today, he feels like, because even that isn’t able to freeze the fire that’s burning inside him.
Meeting that dominatrix really got him good. Not that he’s thinking about her, but… does he have a talent for this kind of stuff? He was the one who instructed her after all.
To be quite honest, he never thought about this BDSM stuff, but now he can’t help but to wonder if he’d ever get to try it.
Even if he does, where would he even start? And with whom?
Well, at least for that, he has an answer…
It’s easier and less awkward than he thought it’d be to imagine Nishiki between his legs, eating him out as Kiryu orders him to go slower or faster, depending on how he feels. It’s quite natural, actually.
He’d have him tied up, of course. As of now, he knows nothing of shibari, but he’d be willing to learn for Nishiki. He’d buy the pretties ropes for him, bright red.
He bets he’d look so good…
Kiryu shakes his head, coming back to reality.
… Great, now he’s horny, very horny. He was supposed to let this mood of his pass, not encourage it.
Ah well, he guesses it really can’t be helped, huh?
He goes straight to the point, removing pants and underwear. He can’t help but to grimace at how dirty he’s gotten the fabric, meaning that he’ll have to wash everything later.
And to think that he’d get so wet just by thinking about this…
He tosses everything away, running his hand between his legs immediately rubbing furiously at his clit to the point that it hurts, which makes him stop, take a deep breath, and go back to it, this time slower.
Where was he? Ah, right, Nishiki.
As if the answer could’ve been different…
He looks down, between his legs, but then he closes his eyes, enhancing his imagination.
Now he sees Nishiki, desperately eating him out as he tries his best to keep himself from crying. Kiryu would’ve attached a vibrator to his clit, but kept it as the lowest setting, just to give him something but not enough for it to actually bring him pleasure.
It’s cruel, he knows, but the idea of Nishiki gasping and grinding on the vibrator in a desperate search for more, pleading Kiryu with his eyes to stop being mean, makes him twitch, feeling wetter by the second, and so he rubs and rubs and rubs, always faster, always harder.
One thing that he’d do is wait until Nishiki’s begging him for touch. He bet he’d look so cute and his voice would sound so strained, and still he would deny him, telling him that he’s going to give it to him only if he makes him come, only if he’s a good boy.
He can already imagine then Nishiki going back to eating him out, this time with even more fervor, desperate to make him come as fast as he can, so that he’d finally be allowed to find his release too.
Kiryu doubts he’d last long, but he’d still try to drag this on as much as he can, because this game of theirs wouldn’t be fun if he went easy on Nishiki.
Still, eventually he’d come, but he’d keep Nishiki still, holding him by the hair as he uses his face to ride his orgasm, smearing his juices all over him. He’d be so pretty like this, looking all debauched and ruined.
“Kiryu… Please…” he’d beg then, finally using his words. “I’ve been good… Pleasepleasepleaseplease…”
He’d love to hear Nishiki beg him more, but he’s been cruel enough. What Nishiki needs now is to come, and Kiryu will give it him.
In his fantasy, he goes down, finally getting on the same level as Nishiki, and with one hand he’d pull him by the hair, forcing his head back, exposing his neck which he would immediately attack with his lips, biting and sucking marks that he knows he’ll have to cover with make-up later. With the other hand, however, he’d reach between Nishiki’s legs, towards the vibrator, turning it up…
Nishiki’s entire body would jerk, and a chocked moan would come out of his lips. He’d tremble like he’s feverish, and Kiryu would chuckle against his neck before selecting the higher setting, and then going up again until he hits the maximum. Nishiki’s screaming now.
Kiryu comes together with the Nishiki in his fantasy, almost moaning his name as he does, though he manages not to. Not that it would’ve been bad, since nobody can hear him in his apartment, but y’know… It still would’ve been awkward - apparently, masturbating to your bro is fine, but not saying his name…
Speaking of awkward, as his eyes lower to his hand, covered in juices, he wonders how he’ll be able to look at Nishiki the next time they meet.
In a moment, his previous fantasy vanishes, and a new one takes its place: they’re meeting up for karaoke - a pretty standard scenario for them - and every time Nishiki moves a certain way, Kiryu will be reminded of what he did, of what he thought to get off. Shameful…
Oh well, it’s not like he can change the past.
What is done is done, and still he can’t help but to wonder if Nishiki would be into this kind of stuff, and if he’d be into trying it with him.
… What if he asks him? What would happen then? Would Nishiki be weirded out, or would he be interested?
No, he shouldn’t think about this. He’s not going to ask him any of that, and he’s going to take this little secret jerk-off session of his to the grave. He can’t ask Nishiki about it, come on.
Can’t he, though? If he tries to pass it off as a simple curiosity, and if he asks whether he’d want to try it with a woman instead that with himself, maybe Nishiki would deign him of an answer even.
No! He said he can’t! It wouldn’t be worth the awkwardness!
Asking Nishiki directly would be too risky. He can’t do it.
… Unless?
Bloody Koi
I wish they got to interact more ):
Novelty
Fandom: Yakuza Rating: E Warnings: / Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Nishikiyama Akira Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Nishikiyama Akira Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Trans Kiryu Kazuma, Trans Nishikiyama Akira, T4T Nishikiryu, 69 (Sex Position) Summary:
Nishiki has something to show Kiryu.
Now that Kiryu and Nishiki are truly together together, they’ve also begun experimenting with what they like, finding out new stuff about themselves and their partner.
Nishiki’s usually the one proposing new stuff, as he knows way more about sex than Kiryu, who’s beginning to truly experience it only now. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but even when it doesn’t it’s not so bad, since at least they’ve got to try it together.
Still, they have fun, much fun together, and Kiryu doubts they’re gonna stop any time soon.
He’s received a message on his pager from Nishiki that says to call him, so Kiryu ventures to the closest phone booth and does exactly that.
After a few rings, Nishiki picks up.
“Hey, Kiryu, is that you?”
“Nishiki, what’s up?”
“You won’t believe what I’ve discovered! Are you free right now?”
“Free for what?”
“Sex, of course! Why else would I call you now?!”
He’s not the one calling him, and there are plenty of other reasons why he’d want to get in contact with Kiryu, but he’s smart enough not to mention anything of this.
“Okay, I suppose I have some free time then…”
“Great! See you at your place then!”
Before Kiryu can answer in any way, Nishiki hangs up. Knowing him, he must be already on his way to his place, meaning that he should get a move on if he doesn’t want to arrive late.
Oh well, he was thinking about spending the day at the arcade, bettering his scores, but he can’t really say no to Nishiki now, can he?
Despite the fact that he’s run to his apartment as fast as he could, he already finds Nishiki there, sitting on the stairs and tapping his foot as he impatiently waits for him.
“Ah, there you are!” he exclaims once he notices Kiryu. His entire face lights up at the view, and Kiryu can’t help but to smile as well; that’s just how it goes when he’s with Nishiki.
“How long have you been waiting here?” he asks, and he too begins to go up the stairs, joining him.
“Who cares! Come on I have so much to show you!” Nishiki exclaims, and the more he keeps going, the more Kiryu begins to be influenced by his enthusiasm. After all, if he wants to show him so badly, it must be good, right?
“Alright, alright. Let’s get inside,” he mutters then, already reaching for the keys inside his pocket.
Better take this inside.
So apparently, Nishiki has entered in possession of a foreign pornographic VHS, though Kiryu has no idea about how that happened - “I can’t reveal my sources like this, Kiryu!” Nishiki replies when he asks.
What truly matters, however, is not the tape in itself, but what’s inside, specifically regarding the part that Nishiki shows to Kiryu, which depicts a woman and a man entangled together, only that the woman is on top but… turned around? And she’s basically resting her ass against the man’s face. Then she lowers herself to suck the man’s cock, though judging by the way she’s moaning, he must be doing something to her as well…
When Nishiki turns to Kiryu, his pupils are so dilated that he almost looks like he’s high.
“So?” he asks, pointing to the TV with his head. “What do you think?”
“It’s a bit convoluted…” Kiryu comments, as blunt as ever.
“Yeah, but it’s hot!” Nishiki insists. “I mean, you can give and get head at the same time! Isn’t that cool?”
Oooh, so that’s what the man’s doing there, now Kiryu understands.
He gets distracted when Nishiki lightly elbows his arm. “So? You wanna try it?”
Well, it’s still quite convoluted, Kiryu thinks, but the idea of giving pleasure while also receiving it is quite appealing, he can’t lie. He’s not sure he’d be able to keep up with everything that would happen at once, but hey, you never know until you try it, right?
“Only if I’m on top.”
He doesn’t know which one of them moves first, but it hardly matters when they’re kissing and touching and oh god this is so good already.
They begin undressing each other with a familiar enthusiasm, throwing their clothes away in a way that will definitely make them complain about it later - somehow they always manage to lose something - but at the moment the thought of that doesn’t even cross their minds; it’s something that they’ll deal with later.
Then it’s time to get into position, which they do, Nishiki grinning the entire time it takes Kiryu to carefully put his legs on each side of his chest, then awkwardly crawling backwards so that he’s hovering his cunt over Nishiki’s face; he’s so much into it already that it’s almost embarrassing.
Kiryu would like to say it’s the same for him, but…
“Uhm…” he can’t help but to mutter, “You sure about the position? I don’t…”
“You’re the one who insisted on being on top!” Nishiki exclaims, and Kiryu hates that even as he turns as much as he can, he can barely see where he’s hidden, head right between his thighs. What he hates more, though, is the way he can hear his smirk even if he can’t see it.
“Wait, don’t tell me you’re chickening out!”
“Am not!” Kiryu immediately denies, feeling a bit like a child as he hears his own words coming out of his mouth.
It’s just that… it looked so nice and smooth on tape, but now, however, feeling quite exposed being on top like this, he’s not so sure anymore…
“Want to swap places?” Nishiki asks, but Kiryu shakes his head, ever the stubborn fool.
“What if I suffocate you?” he asks instead.
He hears Nishiki huff a laugh. “C’mon, man, gimme some credit! I wouldn’t die just for that. Besides… I might like it.”
That last part comes out more like a whisper, but Kiryu still manages to catch it. He smiles, a bit more confident in himself now.
“Okay,” he mutters, but soon, he changes tone. “Careful, then. Wouldn’t want you to come way before I do…”
It’s an obvious challenge, one that Nishiki doesn’t fail to accept.
“Oh, you’re so on.”
After that, all bets are off.
Kiryu gasps, surprised, when Nishiki raises his head enough to get to his cunt, tongue immediately darting to his clit, eagerly licking it. N-Not fair!
Kiryu moans, surprised, legs instinctively tightening before he realizes that he’s going to choke Nishiki out if he does - though the little shit sure would deserve it now.
Not one to be outdone, however, Kiryu dives between Nishiki’s legs. It’s a bit weird having to eat him out upside down, but Kiryu’s determined to make him come before he does, so that won’t stop him.
He parts Nishiki’s folds with his tongue, eagerly licking from bottom to top, then going down again. Once he’s satisfied enough, he goes up to his cock, pressing the flat of his tongue against it.
As he feels Nishiki squirm under him, he can help a small chuckle, but he might’ve underestimated him, because then Nishiki closes his lips around his clit and sucks, hard, making it border between pain and pleasure, just how Kiryu likes it.
“Nishiki!”
At that, Nishiki pulls away, though Kiryu wishes he hadn’t, because he sounds like he’s chuckling now. “That sure sounded like a moan. Already close, big man?”
Yes. “Y-You wish…”
“Alright…” Nishiki begins, “Then you won’t mind me doing this.”
This being parting Kiryu’s folds with his hands, only to then begin penetrating him with his tongue, causing a spark of pleasure to ignite Kiryu’s body.
God, he’s so good at this it’s unfair, but Kiryu refuses to go down without a fight; that’s why he tries to recover as best as he can and to focus solely on Nishiki, reserving special attention to his cock, knowing how sensitive it is.
This isn’t nearly enough to catch up, he knows that, so he has to pull away from his cock - he already misses his sweet taste - in favor of using his hand, rubbing the sensitive nub, as he begins to leave a constellation of bites and hickeys on Nishiki’s thighs, making him shiver and moan - he’s always loved when he does that.
Despite this, he still doesn’t manage to get an edge on Nishiki anyway, not when he’s still going, not when he pushes his tongue inside as deep as he can, not when he begins to wiggle it, not when Kiryu can feel it so clearly.
He tries to push it back as best as he can, and yet the orgasm keeps building up inside him, and it builds up and it builds up and it builds up…
“Nishiki!” he moans once again as it all comes crashing through his body like a wave, with Kiryu completely powerless to stop it. His entire body quakes, and he even almost falls completely over Nishiki, who just keeps eating him out like nothing’s happening, though he’s gradually slowing down until he stops completely, face covered in Kiryu’s juices.
Before he can say anything, however, Kiryu dives down between his legs again, going back to eating him out with even more fervor than before.
Soon, Nishiki comes as well, arching his body against Kiryu’s trying to get everything he can out of him, the insatiable minx. It’s not like Kiryu minds though: he always happily gives Nishiki everything he wants, in and out of bed.
When Nishiki’s body goes limp on the ground, Kiryu finally pulls away, catching his breath. Moving turns out to be quite difficult - he feels almost dizzy - but he manages to abandon his previous position and turn around so that he can face Nishiki, even though his body is screaming at him to just let himself fall down - he refuses to squash him.
As they lay in each other arms, catching their breaths, Kiryu hopes that Nishiki will let the fact that he came first slide, but he should’ve known that they would’ve never been the case. When it comes to challenges between them, Nishiki is merciless.
“And you were the one telling me not to come first…” he teases in fact, gently patting Kiryu’s cheek. “Well, looks like you should’ve followed your own advice.”
Kiryu shoves him with his shoulder.
“Not my fault you’re so good,” he grumbles, looking away from Nishiki’s constantly more amused face.
“Awww, you’re blushing!” the other exclaims, half-laughing, and he lounges at Kiryu, trying to pinch his cheeks. “You’re so adorable!”
“Nishiki no!”
“Nishiki yes!”
They end up tussling on the ground like the big children that they are, though when Nishiki manages to roll on top of Kiryu, flashing him a smirk before diving down to kiss him, things evolve in quite the opposite direction.
Neither of them complains about it though; actually, judging by the heated way in which they move against each other, they’re quite happy with the result.
They fuck so much that, by the time they done, they’re barely able to speak, meaning that they don’t really have the mental capability to talk about how it was trying this new position - they should’ve done that before getting distracted.
Well, Kiryu can’t say he minded it. It’s not his favorite thing ever, but he’d like to do it again from time to time, especially if he gets another chance to take Nishiki down.
Next time, he’ll make him come first. That’s a promise.
Plus one
Fandom: Yakuza Rating: E Warnings: / Relationships: Majima Goro/Nishikiyama Akira Characters: Nishikiyama Akira, Majima Goro Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Trans Nishikiyama Akira, Genderfluid Majima Goro, Fuckbuddies, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Squirting Summary:
Nishikiyama has to attend to a formal event. The only problem? He has to bring a plus one with him. He has no idea what possesses him to invite Majima over, but it's too late to change his mind. Hope it's worth it...
(Also on AO3)
Nishikiyama hates upper class events, something so different from what he’s used to, but now that he has his own family, now that he is important, he needs to attend to them. He has to charm investors, bribe police higher-ups, become friends with politicians, which isn’t something he’d be able to do it he acts like a recluse in his family office, like some other older bosses do. He supposes they have other sources of power and wealth, but times have changed, and so the old ways should leave the way to newer ones.
Besides, hadn’t he always dreamed about glitz and glamour? This is simply the price to pay in order to get to experience it. After all, it’s not like it’s hard for him to be charming; if he has a specific target all it takes him is a mere night in order to conquer it.
What he truly hates about this situation is that, for some reason, he’s agreed to go with Majima of all people.
It’s only because it’s one of those shitty “bring a plus one with you so people don’t think you’re a loser” kind of event, and because he and Majima are… he’s not exactly able to tell, but they do go drinking together from time to time, and kiss, and fight, and fuck, not necessarily in this order. That, and he also knows that, if they do this, it’ll cause a big scandal in the clan; the prospective of seeing the old guard red faced from fury fumble with their words is a very big incentive.
He just hopes this is gonna be worth the chaos that will inevitably ensue.
Right now, it doesn’t feel worth it at all as he waits for Majima to be ready. He had given him the time for when he was going to pick him up, but of course now he’s got to wait for her, because lord forbit he’s on time for once.
He huffs, already irritated, and begins tapping his foot as he waits and waits and waits. He’s sure the only thing he’s accomplishing is making his driver nervous, and by nervous he means making him fear for his life, since Nishikiyama has become known for really dishing out his punishment - though come now, does he really do it that often? Not his fault these incompetents keep messing up - but for once, his rage is directed elsewhere, so he can rest assured that his boss isn’t going to unleash it on him, at least for now. It depends on how long he’ll still have to wait.
Sure, he could get out of the car and get inside the family office and drag her out, but he knows that, if he does that, minimum they’d fight because Majima would get mad at him for interrupting her beauty routine or an equally bullshit excuse, and he doesn’t want to ruin his expensive suit, so he remains there, waiting.
“Luckily” for him, Majima’s only half an hour late, and a quick glance at his figure as he walks to the car is enough to make Nishikiyama understand why it’s taken her so long to get ready.
The first thing that he notices are the long wavy black hair, curled to perfection, especially those couple of strands that are covering the left part of his face, partly hiding his eyepatch. From that far away he can’t make out the details of her make-up too well, except for the deep red lipstick that catches Nishikiyama’s eyes immediately.
His eyes then move to the long evening dress she’s wearing. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Majima in anything that wasn’t snakeskin or of a tacky bright pink - with the exception of the tux he was wearing in the 80s, when they fought - so he’s quite surprised that she’s wearing something black, though there’s glitter all over it, but instead of subtracting from the appeal, it makes so that she reflects the light shone upon him by the streetlamps, making her seem almost ethereal.
Good thing he’s had the good sense to choose a gown that covers his chest and arms - and Nishiki hopes his back too, but it’s not like he can see it from here - because showing off her tattoo at a gala wouldn’t have been a very smart move.
It’s only when Majima gets inside, gets a good look at him and smirks, that he realizes that he’s been staring at her with his mouth hanging open like a fool.
“You’ll catch flies like that,” she chuckles, gently moving his chin with her hand so that he can close his mouth.
O-Oh, yeah… Nishikiyama’s supposed to be angry at him. He clears his throat, crossing his arms to his chest.
“You’re late,” he says, trying to sound as annoyed as he can, though it’s hard with Majima looking like that.
“So what? I had to get ready,” Majima replies, making a dismissive gesture, then turns to Nishikiyama and raises her eyebrows. “And didn’t I do an excellent job?”
Oh god, only now Nishikiyama realizes she’s also shaved her face - he bets it must feel so smooth now. He looks way younger like this, almost a little girl.
Nishikiyama forces himself to look away, trying to give off the impression that he’s unimpressed with Majima, and doesn’t deign him of an answer, talking to the driver instead.
“Just take us there…”
The driver gulps.
“Yessir.”
Everyone remains silent during the ride, but Nishikiyama knows Majima well enough by now to be aware of the fact that, even though she doesn’t speak, this doesn’t mean that she can’t be loud: now, for example, she’s pretending to adjust her make-up by taking a small case in her black pochette and applying some powder to her face with one hand, while holding a small mirror with the other.
It’s obvious that he doesn’t need to adjust anything - his make-up is perfect - but she still goes for the big gestures, with the intention of capturing Nishikiyama’s attention.
The worst thing is that it’s working: every time Nishikiyama forces himself to look away, his gaze still finds its way to Majima, unable to look at anything else but her.
Oh well, he supposes that, for now, it’s fine. He’s just getting a good eyeful before he’ll have to focus on the gala and what he’ll have to do there.
Yeah, that’s definitely it…
Nishikiyama is so mad, at himself, at this dumb gala, at Majima, at the entire world.
Since he came out wearing that, she’s all Nishikiyama has been able to focus on. During this entire event, all he would do was to stare at her as she did the talking, laughed with the other guests and drank like there was no tomorrow.
He didn’t do even half the things he was planning on doing that night.
By the time he’s got Majima to his place - because of course he’s going to take him to his place - he’s fuming. By the way Majima’s looking at him and giggling, she must know it too.
“What’s up, stud? Something’s wrong?”
In response Nishikiyama shoves her inside and then slams him against the door.
“You seem mad, did something happen?” Majima has the courage to ask, as if it’s not his fault Nishikiyama’s like this in the first place.
“You know what happened,” the other growls, face dangerously close to Majima’s. He looks like he wants to take a bite out of her.
“I really don’t,” Majima replies, though the smirk on her face says otherwise, then she closes her arms around Nishikiyama’s neck and keeps going, this time with a sultry voice. “You look stressed, Nishi-chan. Maybe there’s something I can do to help you…”
Nishikiyama silences him by sealing their lips together into a heated kiss, and doesn’t stop even when he hears Majima’s amused chuckle. He doesn’t care.
His hands travel to Majima’s body, touching everything they can, feeling the muscles covered by the fabric - it’s so adherent, and although that was clear ever before, only now Nishikiyama can feel just how well it hugs her body.
Still, he’s not here just to touch her clothes, and he wants to feel more. The only problem is that he finds himself too impatient to bother with the intricacies of Majima’s dress to take it off, but he easily finds a solution: force.
He grabs the fabric that’s covering her chest and rips it apart up to the belly, making Majima gasp.
“Oi! That’s expensive!” he exclaims, though by the ever growing bulge Nishikiyama feels against his own crotch, she mustn’t really mind it.
When he does the same thing, but this time at the edge of the dress, freeing his legs, she outright moans.
“Nothing you can’t afford to buy again,” he begins, pressing against her harder. He grabs her dick through the dress, causing her to buck her hips, hands tightening their grip onto Nishikiyama’s shoulders.
They kiss, more like devour each other, all while Nishikiyama keeps fondling Majima from under the ruined dress.
As good as it feels, eventually it becomes not enough, prompting Majima to pull away.
“Nishi-chan… I didn’t go through all this effort just for you to fuck me against a door. I’m a proper lady ya know?”
It makes him smirk as, in reply, he tightens the grip on her cock, then raising his lips to his ear when she moans. “You think? You can pretend you’re hot shit, but you’re clearly just a common whore.”
Majima’s legs almost give out, but Nishikiyama’s holding her, so she wouldn’t have fallen anyway. Point for Nishikiyama.
“So mean…” she moans then, but he gets silenced soon by another kiss, while Nishikiyama slides his hands from her hips to her legs, hoisting them around his waist.
Now that he’s secured, Nishikiyama can indeed move things to the bedroom, but just because he doesn’t want to do all this standing up, not because Majima asked.
Once they’re in, he has at least the kindness not to drop her on the bed like a sack of potatoes, but again, that’s just because he knows she’d complain about it.
“Such a gentleman,” Majima comments as he slowly begins taking off Nishikiyama’s suit, lowering it until it falls off of him. “You deserve a reward.”
She begins unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open once he’s done and beginning to leave a trail of kisses from his neck to his shoulder, leaving lipstick marks all over his skin - her mark.
Nishikiyama doesn’t like showing his cards this soon, but he can’t help a small sigh at the feeling of her lips on him. It’s good.
Thankfully, he manages to regain his composure, and pushes Majima’s down, admiring the way her hair falls messily on the pillows; it’s everywhere.
It’s then that he notices that Majima’s reaching behind his back, probably to unzip the dress and get it off. It would make things easier, but Nishikiyama stops him nonetheless.
“Keep it on, it suits you.”
Indeed; there’s something that gets him really going about looking at her wearing that ruined dress.
Majima raises an eyebrow at him and she smirks.
“Alright, but only ‘cause you asked nicely.”
She motions for Nishikiyama to get closer, and he does it, drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, unable to resist. He leans over him, settling against her stomach, hands on either sides of her face, but as he observes her he’s taken by the uncontrollable desire to taunt him.
No words leave his lips, however, because Majima’s sneaked a hand between his legs, rubbing his crotch over his pants, which unfortunately greatly muffles the sensation of pleasure Nishikiyama would be feeling otherwise.
He moves like he’s possessed as he unbuttons his pants and tears them away, along with his underwear, throwing them away like they’ve had personally offended him, but Majima doesn’t say anything about it. He finds it cute, and at least now he gets to touch him directly, and boy oh boy isn’t Mr. Patriarch wet; Majima barely brushes his fingers against his entrance and they’re already drenched. Even cuter.
She chuckles, but Nishikiyama mustn’t hear him because if he did, he would’ve gotten mad and maybe even said something - he would’ve definitely told her to stop - while instead he moans, rubbing his crotch against Majima’s hand in order to get more friction.
As much as he’s liking it having Majima touch him like this, though, he needs his cock in him so bad, so he swats the hand away, then he goes back to the tear he made on the dress and deepens it even further, revealing a set of lace panties that makes the entirety of his blood flow go to his dick - like it didn’t already.
“You like ‘em? Bought them for the occasion…” Majima asks, looking quite smug at the effect it’s having on Nishikiyama, whose face is so red it looks like a tomato.
Alright, change of plans. He’ll get the dicking he deserves eventually, but now he can’t resist those panties.
He hops off of her, settling between her legs, hands caressing them, feeling the soft material of the stockings until it ends with the garter belt. The rest of him doesn’t move as gently as his hands: he leaves a series of bite marks all across Majima’s thighs, enjoying the way she whimpers and arches against his touch, like he wants more, like he wants Nishikiyama to bite chunks of meat off, which he would do if only he wouldn’t also be making a bloody mess with that.
What he does, instead, is burying his face against Majima’s crotch, nuzzling against it. The panties are so soft…
“Mmmh yeah, you like it,” Majima comments, but Nishikiyama doesn’t even deign him of a response, too focused on admiring the way her cock pushes against the fabric; he can almost see through them.
“You are such…” he begins, but he doesn’t even know how to continue. Besides, there’s something else he wants to do rather than talking, which is getting that dick inside his mouth.
First things first, he lowers the panties enough to free her cock - he can’t deny how pleased he is that it’s already erect - then he begins by licking the head, twirling his tongue against the slit. As he feels Majima shiver and moan at the sensation, he holds back a chuckle, but that’s just because he wants to focus on what he’s doing.
The temptation to tease him until all Majima can do is grab him by the hair and force his cock into his mouth is strong - he did this once already and he loved it - but he finds himself short on patience this time around, so he parts his lips and takes her cock in his mouth, going down until he begins to feel her pubes tickling his nose. Only then he goes back up, and then lowers himself again, going up and down, up and down.
“So good…” Majima praises, and Nishikiyama’s moans around his cock, his words inflating his ego and getting him just a bit more wet than he already was.
As much as he wants to believe himself above them, praises always get to Nishikiyama.
Deep down, he still wants to be a good boy, doesn’t he? To get some sort of recognition.
Luckily for him, Majima is always generous with her praises.
“Nishi-chan… You’ll make me come if you keep up like that.”
Well, we can’t have that now, can’t we?
Nishikiyama pulls away from Majima’s cock, ignoring the trail of spit and precum on his chin - he doesn’t mind the mess as long as it’ll get cleaned later - and crawls back over her, helped by Majima who, as soon as he begins to get up, grabs him by the hips and helps him to get in position.
He’s waited, but now it’s finally time to get what he wants: he takes Majima’s cock in his hand, lining it against his entrance. He’s so horny that he foregoes any kind of preparation, but it doesn’t matter; he likes the burn of the stretch.
Without waiting any other second, he sinks onto Majima’s cock, closing his eyes as he lets the feeling of suddenly being so full overtake him.
Majima moans, but she also looks a bit taken aback by all this rushing.
“Shouldn’t we slow down?” he asks in fact.
“Funny that you of all people would propose that,” Nishikiyama scoffs, opening his eyes so that he can glare at her. He’s gotta say, she looks way better when she’s under him.
He rests his hands on her stomach, a bit to steady himself, a bit to keep Majima still as he sets the rhythm, sliding up and down his length, huffing and panting, trying not to moan because he refuses to show Majima how much he’s into it.
It lasts just about a second before Majima snatches Nishikiyama’s hands, holding them still, making him fall forward over him, then she plants her feet on the mattress for better leverage and begins to truly go down on Nishikiyama, ramming his cock in and out of him.
Any effort from Nishikiyama to hold any form of dignity goes up in smoke once the first moan breaks through his lips. After that, there’s no stopping it.
He can’t even move, locked in place by Majima, who grins seeing him in difficulty, because he knows that as uptight as he acts, he loves to be put in his place.
Their faces are so close that they could kiss, but what Majima does instead is raising his head enough that he can whisper in Nishikiyama’s ear.
“Well well, if I’m a common whore, what does this make you? My bitch?”
Nishikiyama lips quiver, and he involuntarily moans as a spark of electricity spreads throughout his entire body.
“That’s right…”
There’s nothing Nishikiyama can do except taking Majima’s cock, and he does it eagerly even though he’d like to have more freedom of movement. Still, he goes along with her thrusts as much as he can, pushing down when she pushes up, and oh god he can swear that every time he feels her getting even deeper than before.
“Gonna make a mess?” Majima asks, though he looks like he already knows the answer. It pays that by now she knows Nishikiyama pretty well.
All Nishikiyama can do is to nod, unable to produce any kind of sound that isn’t moans. Yeah, he’s going to make a big mess, and soon too.
“C’mon pretty boy, lemme see…” Majima encourages him, still going, leaving Nishikiyama with no other choice but to obey him.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!”
His orgasm hits him almost like a punch, and Nishikiyama can feel himself getting looser and wetter as he cums. He can hear Majima exclaim something - he sounds excited - but his brain isn’t functioning enough for him to be able to also understand his words; he only knows that Majima’s got him squirting and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
Does he want him to stop, though? Of course not. The more Majima continues, the better he feels, and who cares that he’s getting everything wet. The only thing that matters is how good this is.
He feels like he’s in heaven.
He’s clamping around Majima so hard that he too can’t help but to come from the weird mix of pain and pleasure that she’s very fond of.
“Such a good boy…” she says, filling Nishikiyama with her seed, while all he can do it take everything he gives him.
When Majima lets his wrists go, he collapses on him, every ounce of energy leaving his body. Majima too seems tired, and she sighs as he pulls away; her dress is completely ruined and dirty, but given how hot Nishi-chan was while he was doing those things to her, he gets a pass.
A frown appears on Nishikiyama’s face when Majima begins petting his hair, and a few strands begin to fall down, not held back by gel anymore, but he doesn’t have it in his to readjust them, so for now he’ll leave them like this.
Just when he was beginning to doze off, Majima pats him on the arm.
“Oi… You ok?”
“Peachy,” Nishikiyama replies, then, realizing that he’s still over Majima, he rolls off of her landing on his right, a habit that he’s adopted so that Majima wouldn’t have to turn every time to look at him - and he still acts like he doesn’t care about her.
She chuckles, then she raises herself on her elbows, looking at what used to be a very beautiful dress. “I should charge you for this?”
“Sure, why not?” Nishikiyama snorts. It’s not like he lacks the money now. “How much was it?”
Majima chuckles, sending a grin his way. “Weeeeell, since you’re kinda my favorite guy, I’ll let ya get off the hook this time…”
She turns on her side, hand creeping over Nishikiyama’s chest, fingertips brushing against his skin.
Nishikiyama has to fight with all his might not to smile, refusing to indulge in this soft moment; he won’t leave himself open like a fool. Still, even though he’s not actually smiling, his expression is at least relaxed, sated.
He says he’s not going to indulge, and yet he still hasn’t told Majima to leave, nor has he moved away from her touch.
He needs a cigarette.
Yeah, he needs one, but he can’t bring himself to move.
Maybe he could ask Majima to fetch him one, but he doesn’t feel like talking either; besides she isn’t trying to strike a conversation either, so he doesn’t see why he should bother with that.
Fine, he guesses he will allow himself to indulge in this calm, but this will be the only time he does it, and only because he doesn’t want to be rude to Majima - he doesn’t want to get on her bad side after all.
In the end he can’t really say he regrets bringing her as his plus one, despite everything.
Actually, if he ever has the occasion, he thinks with a smirk, he might do it again…
My piece for the Yakuza Secret Santa event on twitter. Just two friends enjoying some snow :D
Feel alive
Fandom: Yakuza
Rating: T
Warnings: /
Relationships: Majima Goro/Nishikiyama Akira
Characters: Nishikiyama Akira, Majima Goro
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Fighting, First Kiss
Summary:
Nishikiyama and Majima keep seeing each other after Kiryu goes to prison.
(Also on AO3)
It’s hard to tell what has brought Nishikiyama to go along with this. He never tries to dwell too much in this train of thought, knowing that it would only bring to the surface very unpleasant feelings that he’d like to keep hidden.
The thing is this: without his precious “Kiryu-chan” around, Majima has been getting restless, and Nishikiyama needs to get stronger. Yes, he’s making a name for himself and yes, people now respect - fear - him, but it’s not enough, and as much as it hurts his pride to admit it, he knows that it would sting even more when Kiryu is released from prison and he’s still not on his level.
Between the two, Nishikiyama has always been the brains kind of guy and sure, that can certainly help when it comes to pure combat, but he’s aware that he can’t rely only on that.
That’s why, when he gets news of Majima being around his territory - poor thing must be so restless without someone to fight - he goes to personally greet him, provoking him into a fight.
What better way to get better, after all, that measuring himself with the same person Kiryu used to go toe-to-toe against?
He should be able to get some very nice pointers from this, and besides, consider this some sort of payback for what happened at Serena during the Empty Lot affair.
He puts up a nice fight, but in the end, the one who comes on top is Majima. Nishikiyama knew this already, but just like Serena, it hasn’t stopped him; he’s tenacious like that.
When Majima leaves, Nishikiyama feels like he’s been stomped by a pack of wild animals, and yet there’s a manic smile on his face.
Today he’s learned a lot.
He wasn’t expecting Majima to come back, and then to come back again, and again.
He had assumed that once he would’ve realized - but he must’ve have known already, right? - that Nishikiyama wasn’t on the same level as Kiryu, he wouldn’t have shown his face around anymore, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Alright, this is something he can work with. Actually, for him, this is excellent news: it means that he’ll keep getting stronger and stronger. By the time Kiryu gets out of jail, he’ll have surpassed him; oh, that sounds so good in his head: he’s always lived under Kiryu’s shadow, but soon he won’t anymore…
Still, he can’t for the life of him figure out why Majima keeps going back to him.
Is it because he’s the only one with enough balls to openly challenge him? Maybe, since Nishikiyama is pretty sure that only Kiryu has ever sought him out for a fight; everyone else is scared shitless of him.
Maybe he feels he owes it to Kiryu to check on his bro, and although this should enrage him because it would mean that, as always, Kiryu’s at the center of attention, on the other he finds himself not that against the idea of someone - anyone - checking on him. Had it happened sooner, maybe things might’ve gone differently…
Regardless of the reason, Nishikiyama welcomes Majima with open arms every time and with the sharpest smirk on his face.
It’s quite… liberating, Nishikiyama can’t deny that.
For once he doesn’t have to think about the family, he doesn’t need to worry about his plan; all he needs to do is to dodge and punch, dodge and kick, get up and do it all over again, maybe even try to get Majima’s tanto and use it against him if he feels bold.
He wonders if this is why Majima is the way he is, if he too feels this intoxicating high, though he’s not pretentious enough to think he can even begin to comprehend what goes on inside that head of his.
Whatever the reason could be, what truly matters is that they both keep indulging in this unspoken thing they share. It feels good to be able to let go, even if for just a short while.
Maybe that’s why they keep coming back to each other. That and no other reason whatsoever…
Surprisingly, they don’t always fight, or better, they don’t always fight first. Sometimes Majima would find himself at Nishikiyama’s office to drag him somewhere to have a drink or have some fun - at least Majima’s idea of fun - and then they would fight.
Why do the do this? Fuck if they know, but it’s fun, so they keep doing it. Anything’s better than being sucked in the monotony of being a clan’s patriarch, despite the surge of power Nishikiyama feels at the growth of his family; soon, it’ll become Tojo’s strongest, he knows it.
He’s not as familiar with using a bat as much as Majima is, but he still manages to give him a run for his money at the batting center.
Sure, Majima still wins, but only by a small margin. Not that they’re keeping track anymore, since Nishikiyama has decided that this is enough foreplay and goes to hit Majima right as he’s preparing for another ball. He manages to hit him on his side before he can dodge out of the way, sending him stumbling for a few steps.
“Naughty naughty, Nishi-chan~” he says, using the nickname that he knows Nishikiyama hates, a manic smile on his face. “Someone’s got to teach ya a lesson…”
Nishikiyama can’t help but to return the smile, staring at Majima with his sharp gaze. “Oh? And will you be the one doing the honors?”
A laugh.
“Ya bet yer fuckin’ ass I am!”
Majima doesn’t pull any punches, but neither does Nishikiyama. At first it almost feels like a swordfight, with Majima trying to get him with his bat, while Nishikiyama parries, but in the end he decides to let his bat go, preferring to use a style more familiar to him.
Sure, going against a bat-wielding maniac unharmed seems like a bad idea, but Nishikiyama feels confident in his own abilities. Besides, where would the fun be otherwise?
At first, Majima forces him on the defensive, but eventually, Nishikiyama manages to kick his bat out of his reach, sending the other on a giggling fit.
“Not bad, Nishi-chan!” he says, hand going to his back pocket to grab his trusted tanto, which he unsheathes and points at Nishikiyama. “But now it’s time to get serious!”
“Heh. Bring it.”
They keep staring at each other as they catch their respective breath.
Nishikiyama has gained a few cuts, courtesy of Majima, but overall, it’s all superficial damage. Majima isn’t doing that well himself: his face is beginning to swell very close to his only good eye; Nishikiyama almost feels guilty about the way he stomped on his face, but everything’s fair in love and war, he supposes, and they are at war, sort of.
Besides, it’s not like Majima is against cheap tactics, given that, as soon as he gets up, he tries to jam his fingers up his eyes to return the favor, having left his tanto discarded on the ground.
Nishikiyama has to hold his arm back with both his hands, furiously pushing against Majima, who then uses the momentum to make him lose his balance, going down with him. He barely realizes he’s fallen on the ground until he opens his eyes and sees Majima hovering over him - he’s heavier than he thought - with a victorious smirk on his face.
“Looks like I win.”
All Nishikiyama is able to do is to try to catch his breath as he keeps staring at Majima. He must’ve hurt his head in the fall, because all he can think about is how good - majestic even - he looks like this, panting and sweating for the fight, with his signature manic gaze still in his eyes, instead of arguing that just becomes he’s on top of him now, doesn’t mean he’s won the fight. Yes, something must be terribly wrong with him…
Even when he’ll think back about this moment, he still has no idea about what has possessed him to grab Majima by the neck of his hideous snakeskin jacket and crash their lips together. He’ll only know that he did it, that he was the one who initiated it.
Unexpectedly, Majima doesn’t oppose any resistance. By the sound that escapes his lips before Nishikiyama can seal them with his own, he must be surprised by such a tactic, except that it is no tactic at all. Even if Nishikiyama doesn’t know what it is, he’s certain that it’s not just a trick, because if it was, he would’ve premeditated it, instead of letting it be something done in the spur of the moment.
What has to be more surprising, though, it’s how good it feels. Besides… is that blood, what Nishikiyama tastes on his lips? Must be, given that he’s kissing Majima of all people, but who drew it from whom? That’s the real question, not that the answer really matters though.
When they pull away, Nishikiyama has no idea what to expect from someone as unpredictable as Majima, so he tries to mentally prepare himself for anything, and yet, he doesn’t know how to respond when Majima looks down at him, still shocked, and says:
“No, looks like you win.”
It startles a chuckle out of Nishikiyama that immediately evolves into a laugh, and soon he’s followed by Majima. Do either of them know why they’re cackling like two kids? Absolutely not, but they’re doing it anyway.
Then Nishikiyama drags Majima down again, and they kiss over and over and over, neither of them knowing how long they’ll feel this insatiable thirst for the other, but also with no intentions of stopping.
Eventually they’ll have to get back to being the leaders of their respective family, but for now they’re just two people who are into each other and nothing more, two people who are enjoying this moment and have all the intentions of making the most of it.
Damn, Nishikiyama had forgotten about this feeling.
It’s the closest he’s been to alive in a very long time.