Breathless kiss for Kazumaji!
Excellent prompt 😘💖💖
(I lost my first version of this and had to rewrite a portion of this by writing this in the tumblr message box like an asshole, whoops ^^; )
33. Breathless Kiss
“Ya know… he’s got a point,” Majima muttered, rubbing his goatee after Mine walked out.
Kiryu’s eyes widened and he turned sharply towards Majima. “Excuse me?”
Majima shrugged off the aquarium wall, looking at the ground. “Well, he’s never met ya before, Kiryu-chan, and if he’s only going by what he sees now,” Majima came to a stop a few steps ahead of Kiryu, hands in his pockets, “I’m just saying, I could see why he feels that way.”
Kage whistled softly as Kiryu’s mouth parted. Majima might have his hands in his pockets but Kiryu had danced this dance enough times to know what Majima was gearing up for. Almost without his will, Kiryu’s feet set themselves apart, his knees bent in readiness.
“That thing carry more than one?” Date asked quietly, edging towards the desk. Kage nodded enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry,” Kiryu said loudly over them, his whole body focused on Majima, “are you siding with a homicidal maniac who’s probably standing between us and Daigo?” He challenged, taking a dangerous step towards Majima.
“Aniki…” Rikiya murmured worriedly, reaching out to him, but Kiryu paid him no mind, his fists already clenched as he stared at Majima.
“I’m siding with someone whose eyes aren’t clouded,” Majima hissed, glaring back at Kiryu over his shoulder after taking the rest of the steps down into the main hall. “He ain’t gotta be right about everything to point out that we can’t rely on someone who ain’t even here.” His face only showed the shadow of a scowl.
Kiryu’s mouth fell completely open and he just stood there in shock for a second. “Wow, how long have you been holding on to that one?” he snarled at length. “Maybe we ought to go another round in the coliseum,” he hissed, squaring up behind Majima at the edge of the stairs, glaring at the long, stubborn line of his back.
“Kid, get on,” Kage hissed, beckoning for RIkiya, “You don’t wanna be here.”
“But,” Rikiya protested, looking back up at Kiryu.
Kiryu could just make out Rikiya, still squatting on the floor out of the corner of his eye. He stepped forward onto the stairs and Rikiya disappeared entirely. “Go,” he bit out roughly, watching Majima for any movement, although he hadn’t moved, “This is between me and him.”
Rikiya hesitated a moment longer, then Kiryu could hear his shuffling scramble away and the low rumble of Kage’s desk as it lowered into the ground. Without another stray thought, Kiryu descended the stairs, removing his jacket as he went. Majima at last drew his hands out of his pockets and Kiryu saw the slippery glitter of his knife in the dark; it was almost relieving, making a point to their tension.
“So, it’s my fault Daigo got shot and kidnapped, huh?” Kiryu bit out, slowly circling Majima in a wide arc.
Majima sighed wearily. “No, but it is your fault you left!” he screamed, diving for Kiryu blade first. Kiryu knocked his hand aside but the knife sailed through the air and was already in Majima’s other hand before Kiryu could hardly block. “Ya left us Kiryu-chan-” He stabbed. “And then ya come back-” He stabbed again. “And act like ya get to tell us what to do!” The knife arced through the air and Kiryu felt it slice through his shirt and skin, not deep, but stinging. He stepped back carefully and made fast work of some body shots, keeping Majima a safer distance away.
“You needed my help,” Kiryu snarled back, aiming for Majima’s head and just barely missing, catching the reflection of the water in the wild glint of Majima’s eye.
“See, that’s the thing!” Majima hissed, dancing away, “No one asked ya to come back this time, no one begged-” The knife came hard for Kiryu’s side, but Kiryu kicked his arm away and landed a hard kick in Majima’s lungs, earning him a pained grunt. Majima bent to the side, panting. “Ya just- turned up- like ya couldn’t stay away!” Not down for long, Majima rushed him again and now they were grappling. Kiryu held him back with all the force in his shoulders while Majima did his best to kick his legs out from under him.
“Daigo was shot,” Kiryu growled, shifting his grip to hazard a punch to Majima’s face. The punch landed, but Majima wriggled away without both hands on him. “Am I not supposed to come back for that?!”
“Oh and wouldn’t this be easy if that were the reason!” Majima spat, gasping back. He straightened up and glared at Kiryu, shrugging out of his own jacket. “Ya care about the kid alright, but ya left me in charge remember?” he snarled, knife between his teeth, “So ya wouldn’t have to come back for this shit!”
Kiryu prepared to retort, but Majima flew at him with fury and the knife came at his face in sharp jabs. Kiryu had to focus entirely on fighting and not arguing to stay unbloodied. “Ya just- keep- coming- back!” Majima gasped, punctuating each word with a harder stab. Kiryu finally managed to wrest the knife from him and throw it into the water. Without hesitating, Majima came at him with fists alone. “But ya never stay!” he screamed into Kiryu’s face, grabbing him before kneeing him hard in the gut. Kiryu wrapped an arm around his stomach for a minute but blocked Majima off long enough to put some distance between them for him to straighten and recover.
“Ya never take responsibility!” Majima screamed again, turning and slowly walking after him, “Ya just… ya want me to take care of things for ya, to keep things like ya never left, but ya never…” Majima stopped, pushing his hair back from his face. Kiryu frowned and could at last see that the agitation on Majima’s face wasn’t fury, it was panic. “You’re never gonna be gone, not really,” he gulped, “And so I’ll never really… I’ll never…”
Kiryu’s mouth parted. Majima’s eye snapped up at him, wide, uncertain, angry, terrified. “Why’d you come back?” he snarled.
Kiryu’s voice stopped. His mouth opened but nothing came out. Majima snarled incoherently and ran at him again. Kiryu tensed, ready to block him, but at the last second, he opened his arms and Majima collided into him, his mouth crushing against Kiryu’s. Kiryu skidded back a few steps, overwhelmed, but his arms held Majima tight, pressing him close even as he struggled to get away. Kiryu kissed back and Majima bit and sucked with all his might, chewing Kiryu’s poor lips raw with rough, unkind treatment. But Kiryu couldn’t stop kissing him, he was breathless, but he couldn’t stop pressing his lips just as hard against his. He just kept taking the abuse like all he wanted in the world was Majima’s mouth on his and-
Majima finally broke roughly, forcing Kiryu back to their elbows with one last burst of energy. “If you’re going to be here, then be here,” Majima growled harshly, “Otherwise, fuck off and let the rest of us-”
Kiryu grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced his mouth onto his again, hard and unyielding. One of them whimpered. One of them might have been crying. Kiryu couldn’t stop. There was nothing gentle or tender about this kiss, nothing like Majima deserved, but god did Kiryu want this, just like this. The rage, the viciousness, the way Majima cut him in the places only he knew. And he deserved it, he knew he deserved it. He’d spent all those months pretending he was fine, but here, now… god this was being alive.
They broke again and Majima sobbed, “Please… please don’t…”
“I’m sorry,” Kiryu whispered, his fingers softly combing through Majima’s hair at last, “I’m sorry I left.”
Majima collapsed onto his shoulder and Kiryu held him. He’d do better this time, he wouldn’t leave this time. He didn’t think he could now.
