Kiss prompt please omg!! 7 and 24 (kiss on the sunken eyelid) ship is Majima and Kiryu (ofc), any version of them from Ishin, Kenzan to Y0-Y3 tysm!!
Oooh, a combo. I could probably swing that... Let’s see. (Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay, I had to go celebrate with my parents not as fun as it sounds. This will be my last for tonight, I will get some more done tomorrow but it probably won’t be a lot between work and my friends taking me out for dinner, the rest I will get done this weekend! Thank you for all the love!)
7. I Missed You Kiss + 24. Kiss on Sunken Eyelid
“Kiryu-chan.”
Musashi shot up from shallow sleep. Only one person called him that and he never thought he’d hear it again. He turned to his open view of the street, not daring to believe the figure in the moonlight was real. His clothing was wrinkled and matted and dried to his skin from when he’d pulled himself out of the river. His legs were caked in mud and his eye patch was missing.
“Musashi,” the figure spoke again, voice low and rough.
Musashi’s eyes welled up, blurring the big dark stain covering most of the figure’s chest. “Are you real, Majima? Or just a ghost?”
Not waiting another second, Majima barreled forward, diving into Musashi’s room and tackling him to the ground. Musashi caught him up in his arms, his tears bursting out and rolling down his cheeks. He sobbed into Majima’s shoulder and Majima squeezed him tighter.
“You’re alive... you’re alive!” Musashi croaked, wrapping legs and arms around him, touching as much of him as he could find.
“I’m home... I came home,” Majima answered, dragging his fingers through Musashi’s hair. He might have been crying too, Musashi couldn’t tell with how hard he was crying himself.
Eventually, Musashi pushed himself back to look at Majima. He couldn’t see him well in the dark so, without thinking, he reached up and cupped Majima’s face. “You’re really here,” he murmured, “You look terrible.”
Majima sniffled and snorted. “Well, what else did ya expect with me having to cheat death a second time?” He grinned and Musashi was so overcome he smiled back.
“Right, you’re right,” Musashi nodded, “It’s just... can’t quite believe it.” He bit his lip, worried in the back of his mind that, after all, this would just turn out to be one of the countless dreams he’d had all week since watching Majima fall, again. That he’d get as far as kissing him and he’d disappear in his arms and Musashi would wake screaming and have to stuff his pillow into his mouth to keep from worrying the neighbors. No matter how warm and rough and smelly this Majima was, he couldn’t shake the fear that after all this... there’d be no return this time.
But Majima cupped his hand to his face and nuzzled into it and Musashi could feel every bristly hair of his beard, every stray scar and pock on his skin. “I can’t quite believe I’m here either,” Majima muttered, “All I could think about as I... when it happened was how much I was gonna miss you. I’d just gotten ya back, I’d just gotten me back and it just... I had to survive. I had to see ya again. Musashi...” He stopped and looked down at Musashi helplessly. “I love you.”
Musashi felt a knot in his throat and swallowed. How many times had he cried, mad at himself that he’d never told Majima? How many times had the dreams done this to him? “Even if this is a dream,” he muttered, reaching up for Majima and pulling him down, “I’ve gotta say it. I love you.” And he kissed him, half-sure this would all be over now and he’d wake up alone and cold. The kiss was soft and not half of what Musashi meant, unwilling to break his heart more than was strictly necessary. But the kiss didn’t stop. His lips briefly left Majima’s for a second’s confusion, but Majima dove after him, kissing him harder. Musashi yelped and grabbed Majima tighter, kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.
Majima had to fight out of his grip to pant, holding his arms down for a second. “Fuck, Musashi, what’s all that about?” he asked, staring down at him, more bemused than anything.
Musashi gasped, tears pricking his eyes again. “I- I’ve been dreaming about you,” he confessed. “Every night, you’d come back, but when I kissed you, you’d disappear,” he whimpered, “and I’d wake up alone... I just...”
Majima hugged him tight and pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I’m here, I’m real this time,” he squeezed Musashi’s ribs until they hurt, “You can kiss me til the morning light, I’ll still be here.”
Musashi hugged him back and then slowly rolled them over and sat back just enough that he could look down at Majima. “I’ve missed you so much,” he swallowed, tracing Majima’s cheek, “I thought I lost you... so many times...” He bit his lip and hesitantly touched the scar over Majima’s missing eye.
Majima swallowed too and closed his good eye. “I’d lose the eye all over again to save you,” he confessed, his hands moving to tighten on Musashi’s wrists, “I’d lose both eyes if it meant I could stay close to ya…” He slowly opened his good eye, looking up at Musashi desperately.
Musashi sniffed and let Majima pull his hands close, pull him down and kiss him slowly, tenderly again. Musashi broke only once to plant a soft kiss on Majima’s ruined eye.
Majima snorted wetly. “Aw, ya don’t have ta do that,” he muttered.
Musashi shook his head, shuffling to pull Majima into bed with him, laying next to him in the dark at last. “No, I should have kissed it a long time ago. You did that… I…”
“I said I’d do it all over again,” Majima cut him off, insisting. He wrapped his arms firmly around Musashi, their kimonos scarcely keeping their hearts apart.
Musashi frowned and rubbed his thumb carefully over the scar. “I think I’ve loved you ever since,” he explained anyway, “That you would do something like that for me… and I’d thought you were just a common criminal til then…” He laughed weakly and could almost see Majima blushing in the dim light. “But you’re so much more,” he continued quickly before Majima could interrupt again, “You’ve been so much more than that. And I… I don’t want to be without you again.” His mouth shut, finally feeling like he’d said what he needed to.
“I was just a common criminal then,” Majima muttered after a long moment. He shuffled closer and tucked his head under Musashi’s chin. “But ya made me want to be a better man, a good man… ya made me think I could.” He pressed his face into Musashi’s neck. “Knowing ya want me with ya… is the best thing ya coulda given me.”
Musashi squeezed tight and closed his eyes. Majima was still there, warm and solid. The words seemed to matter less now. Or, there would be time for more words later, now that they had each other, now they were sure, they were certain. It was okay to drift off now, let exhaustion take them as they clung tight to each other, wound up in each other’s threads and sheets and arms. And in the morning, Majima was still there. Musashi would never let go again, ever.
