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[ He hadn't even bothered to wake the old man up before going out to pick up the envelope of money from Emily. He keeps most of his cash with her so that the snake can't just drink it all, and fuck does he try. Of course, his guest is more than awake by the time he returns and probably not all that interested in finding his own place. Majima inhales. ]

Ya can't stay here.

[ Bruised ribs hurt just as bad as broken one's. Majima's baseball bat to the side had gotten Nishitani what he wanted-- in close and personal with the man himself, but now his ribs ache. He's laying on the floor, having pushed enough garbage out of the way to be in a sunspot, sunning like a cat with the window open to fresh hell air. His fushia jacket and tie are thrown away somewhere, over a couch or chair, his black shirt unbuttoned and belt undone as he lounges easily, unconcerned. ]

[ Majima leaves and comes back. Nishitani doesn't move to follow. Majima has had enough eyes following him and tracing his every move-- so Nishitani let's him go, knowing that they'll be pulled back together soon enough.]

[ What he doesn't expect is being kicked out so suddenly. He rolls over, the back swells of an inked bodysuit visible, black waves rolling all the way down his chest with only a line of skin parted in the middle. There's namakubi on his chest, one on each side: The left, a woman and on the right a warrior. Their yellowed, dead eyes stare at Majima as much as Nishitani does before he sits up, looking irritated.]

And why's that, Majima-kun? Hiding a cute girl away from me after everything we've done?

Edited 2022-05-09 04:51 (UTC)

[ He comes to sit down next to him, long legs arranged one up and one to the side. While he is absolutely telling Nishitani he can't live here with him, he's not pulling any kind of hard ass act. He just seems slightly tired, which is his normal state most days. ]

He's not a girl and it's our apartment.

[ A statement of the facts. He shifts to find his pack of cigarettes, offering one out: the same Hi-Lites he's always smoked. Hell is real accommodating about branding. ]

[ Nishitani takes the offered cigarette, pulling out a lighter for the both of them. While it's been a while since he's done small things like this, it's not like he ever went out of practice. ]

[ Considering how well they fucked, Nishitani is willing to sit and speak as equals, because in his eyes, that's what they are. He offers Majima the flame first, considering. ]

That's a shame, Majima-kun. Picking a cute boy over me? I won't take it personally, but I made a lot of promises last night. I plan to keep 'em.

There's three of us.

[ He corrects mildly, leaning in to light his cigarette. ]

Em lives in Sutoku territory. Izo lives here with me.

[ His look is dull, demanding that Nishitani not even start with more of that 'oh naughty Majima-kun' shit. ]

We're all from Hakagemachi, th'town where we all got possessed.

And what's their story then? How do you know they're not like everyone else? [ Nishitani knows when to bite. Majima being forward is rare, he'd had to call the cops on himself just to get even a drop of irritation. Instead he listens, asks, considers. He sits with Majima as he would any of his highest ranked boys, listening to their life story, giving his in return. ]

[ He lights his own cigarette, putting away the lighter. Part of him wants to ask about the possession, but they're literally in hell right now, working for oni and foxes and tengu and the rest. Like before, even when not blood drunk, Nishitani likes Majima's scales and tail, he likes that eye and the split tongue. He's been into weirder, truly, and this doesn't turn him off for one second. ]

They've saved my life, just like you have. So either I can trust all of ya, or I can't trust any of ya.

[ His answer is so mellow, so matter of fact. He is not trying any amount of bullshit, this is simply the truth and it's not a debate or an argument. ]

I promised I'd take care of 'em here. And I'm going to.

[ His chin lowers, his sadness showing on his face. ]

Workin' th'contract for Makoto. If they ever pay out, she's gonna be all right too.

You tell 'em about the girl? About me? [ The question is probing, but Nishitani wants to know. If Majima trusts them, then he'll trust them for now. If they make a move against him, then Nishitani will be there to kill where Majima wouldn't have the heart. ]

Take some advice. If you can't protect yourself, then you can't protect anyone else. You want to protect your boytoys? You'll need more power, especially with one in a different Clan.

[ His mouth twists, he unconsciously curls in on himself just a little bit. No, he hasn't told them anything. They know he's yakuza because he can't hide that he's yakuza. They know there's something wrong with him because he can't hide that there's something wrong with him. The anniversary of the hit was a few weeks ago and he shut down like all his lights had been switched off for the day. He even chokes on the words right now in front of Nishitani. ]

Edited (whitespace my nemesis) 2022-05-09 07:14 (UTC)

[ Ah, shit. ]

[ Nishitani puts his cigarette down on an ashtray, moves in close, kneeling in front of Majima. It's been a long time since he did something like this, had anyone he needed to do this for-- but he reaches out and pulls this 20 something boy against him and into a hug, like Uncle B used to for him-- back when he was young, when Nishitani came home beaten and crying because of the cruel jokes kids would play on orphans. ]

[ Nishitani would kill those kids now if he could. The people who've done this to Majima-- those Tojo fuckers-- well, Nishitani has a lot of room in his heart for hate. He'll just make a little more for all of them too. ]

[ He's stiff, reluctant even to be comforted because admitting that it's needed admits to the damage done. He still lies to most people that the loss of his eye was just an accident. Nothing happened. It's nothing. He's fine, or he will be fine. He doesn't need anyone's concern.

He doesn't even want to tell Nishitani what little he has shared to Emily because he hasn't said it to him yet either. Not that he hasn't already been asking: raisin dick huh? Sagawa fucked his head in a way beyond the pale, really had him locked up inside himself until-- Until Nishitani told him to bust out, obviously.

His last memory of Sotenbori is Sagawa's hand around his neck. ]

I'm fine. Quit. They just didn't need t'hear any of that.

[ That he was supposed to kill the girl. That Sagawa has beaten the shit out of him for failing at that task. That Lee died in that car bomb. That Nishitani died full of holes. ]

Shut up and let me do this. [ Nishitani bitches back at Majima, feeling how stiff the other is but wanted the contact regardless. Call him sentimental, call him a fool, but he died for this kid when easily he could have run and saved his own skin. ]

[ Nishitani isn't like that, he'll never want to be like that. And once Nishitani's made up his mind, his lockjaw never lets go. He's gentle, his hands keep away from Majima's face and his neck, even while he has the other up against his shoulder. ]

Keep your strong face for everyone else, but you don't need that 'round me.

[ He makes a face and gives Nishitani a half-hearted push. ]

Especially 'round you.

[ Maybe he doesn't mean that, but maybe he does because any weakness Nishitani sees he's going to sink his teeth into. Whether out of malice or pure nosiness.

Also he's changing the subject now. He shifts again to take out the envelope of cash he has in his jacket pocket. ]

Look, I'm not throwin' ya out on th'street. I wanna take care of ya like any other brother who's new in town.

[ Nishitani lets himself be pushed away, sits himself back down heavily and picks his cigarette back up, pulling back on it harshly. Nishitani is a bloodhound for weakness, it's true, but he's willing to make Majima his if it means they get to be together. Be partners. Nishitani's only let two other people be weaknesses to him. ]

[ They're both dead now, but he avenged them both brutally and ruthlessly. ]

[ He hums when Majima pulls out the money, looking over the envelope. ] Setting me up all nice like your hidden whore, hm? [ Nishitani ashes his cigarette. ] If that's what you want from me, I guess I have no say.

[ God, he gives Nishitani such a withering fucking look. ]

Shaddup. Ya know it ain't like that.

[ Nishitani watches Majima, his brown eyes fixated, for a second too long to be comfortable. He only blinks once he sighs. Fuck it. He's dead now, what's the point of keeping face anymore. Sentimentality was a bad trait for yakuza, but fuck 'em. Fucking no here besides them are proper yakuza anyways. ] If you won't say it, I will. I don't want to leave your side. I want us to be partners. I don't care about what else you got going on, who you're fucking or who you're in love with-- but I want in on it. I want you.

[ Uhm. His face flushes. It's not that he didn't know that, it's just that he has a real thing with ideas being put into words; the intensity of something being spoken aloud. He fidgets, and looks as young as he is for a moment. He should say something, he can feel the shape of it crawl around on his insides: that Nishitani is the only person from home, the only real yakuza around to have his back, and he craves that the same way he craves a cigarette. He's not sure he can say it though, it sticks in his throat.

So he doesn't, he just crawls in on top of Nishitani and kisses him on the mouth, pulling fitfully at the collar of his shirt. Then he stops, staying close, ]

Don't be a fuckin' bastard to them, then.

[ An impossible ask, apparently, but no one should say Majima didn't try. ]

[ Nishitani drops his cigarette, uncaring, when Majima crawls to him, running his hands up Majima's sides and stopping just under his ribs, against his waist, and feels the heat pulse off of him in waves. He kisses back, hungry, licking into Majima's mouth and eager to take more, have more, rising up and bucking against Majima where he can. ] I won't make that promise. [ Because he'll break it, and that'd be a shitty thing to do to his partner. ]

[ With a sigh, he gives an inch. A peace offering. Majima has Nishitani wrapped around his fucking little finger already, damn. ] But I won't hurt them. I'll protect them like I'll protect you. That's what you get for havin' me.

[ He knows it's unfair to everything Emily and Izo have tried to do for him: but he's so fucking alone. He's been alone since they took him away from Saejima and the shining moment that pierces through all of the chaos was being seen again by Nishitani for a few minutes before he was fucking shot. For just a minute: being seen as a valuable brother in a clan again, even if he hadn't taken the invite.

Nishitani knows him in a way he hasn't let them. They will never give him the yakuza bond that he's looking for. He didn't want the life for them in the first place and he hates that they're pushed in to it now. He just wants... something that makes sense, that fits to him without questions. Is he greedy, or stupid, or pathetic? He really can't decide but he's not willing to let go either. ]

Don't need a guard dog.

[ He needs life breathed in to him, heat. Like a fucking battery to make him work again after being drained down to nothing in the Hole. ]

[ Nishitani dips his hands under Majima's shirt, pulling the loose tuck free so he can get his hands on skin and scales, his scarred, callused fingers skimming up his sides before resting at the small of his back, the base of his tail. Nishitani grins up at Majima, biting at Majima's lips as he speaks, as his warmth pushes against him. Damn, Nishitani wants to lay Majima down and take him again. ] That doesn't mean you can't want one, Majima. Let yourself want something, and let that be me.

[ Greedy, pathetic, stupid-- all things that Nishitani has been accused of. All things he prides himself in, on some level. Let him be greedy for the world, let him be pathetic so others underestimate him, let him be stupid as others play their games of treachery and betrayal. Majima wanting a brother who knows him, a fellow yakuza who understands-- it's human, it's vulnerable, and Nishitani hates that Majima was so lonely, but loves that he's the one to fill that need. ]

[ Nishitani is heat, hot, vibrant against Majima, boiling under the surface as his blood runs hot. ] Let me fuck you and make you lunch before you kick me out on the fuckin streets, baby.

Edited 2022-05-10 05:51 (UTC)

[ The three of them are more dangerous than Nishitani realizes. The trained swordsman who will strike first and ask questions later. The snake that can swallow a building. And then the clever nurse and the tengu sage wrapped inside of her. They don't need his protection, they've weathered worse than he can imagine. Majima doesn't tell him that right now: he'll learn.

Instead, he undoes the buttons on his shirt and slips it off in an easy gesture. ]

Don't go gamble that money away, it's for rent.

[ Then you won't be on the fucking streets, huh. As for the rest, Majima seems amiable enough, squirming down into Nishitani's lap. The length of his tail winds back and forth, making a soft whispering noise on the tatami. ]

[ More dangerous, but Nishitani hasn't been yakuza for nearly 30 years of his life to be considered useless, even by the supernatural. Nishitani is loud, violent, uncaring and always willing. An assassin needs a viable distraction, a sage needs a hand who reaches far. The snake that could swallow a building? Well, Nishitani's satisfying that need right now. ]

[ Nishitani can smell power like he can smell weakness. It's why he's latched to Majima, all the way back when they first met. Nishitani knows they're powerful, he knows they're dangerous, and Nishitani wants. He wants Majima first, the others a distant second, but he didn't rise the ranks like he had to dismiss someone who could change his entire life in a flash. ]

[ Nishitani instantly presses his lips against Majima's chest, biting and pinching at his nipples, dragging his teeth along skin and scale, eager to taste both under his tongue. ]

Stingy. Give me 10 000 yen and I could bring you back 100 000. [ Nishitani bites, and bites, and loves. ] Fuck, you make me so fucking hard.

Edited 2022-05-10 06:34 (UTC)

Gamble your own cash, asshole.

[ There's no venom in this insult. His back arches, pushing into the path of Nishitani's mouth. He puts an arm around the man's shoulder for balance and just holds on when he is unceremoniously laid out onto the floor.

The rolling vie for the upper position is mostly for amusement and Majima will look smug whether he ends up back on the floor or not; hair mussed, breathing heated. He's barely 25 years old, would he be doing his due diligence if he didn't make this old fuck work for it a little? ]

[ Nishitani looks up at Majima from between his pecks, mischief already playing on his features. ] Ah, aniki, so cruel.

[ The floor is hard, but Nishitani doesn't care. Majima pushes to be on top and while Nishitani wants nothing more than to see Majima riding him, wild in the sun, Nishitani feels possessive. He wants to curl over Majima, wants to be the one with his back to the world, with Majima below him and safe. It's stupid, it's instinctual, but Nishitani finally wrestles Majima onto the floor, grinning, leaning down to lick into those smug, sweet lips. ]

[ His expression narrows with annoyed amusement to be called that. It's a goddamn miracle none of the other Shutens have started it, and now here Nishitani is to lead all those clueless little ducklings to it. However, Majima knows if he protests too much now it will only encourage it further. So he keeps his peace, preferring the kiss.

Nishitani's belt was already lazy and undone when he got here, it's easy to finish the work of the remaining loops and toss it aside. There's a calm Majima has under someone else that he's probably not ready to think too hard about yet. It takes the strain of needing to be in control off of him. He doesn't have to think so hard, try so hard to be something that he isn't. It's just been hard to loosen his control with anyone else. Nishitani comes in like a freight train, it's almost too easy with him.

He threads his fingers at the back of Nishitani's hair, keeping his kiss on him and inhaling it deeply. The other cool, scaled hand slides down the front of his slacks to pet the most talked about cock in the district. Majima has found no complaints with its performance thus far and is genuinely amused that the older man can truly keep up with someone half his age. His own back and legs are sore but it's a burn that's much too sweet to resent. ]

Edited (that thought had been niggling at me / WRONG. IDIOM.) 2022-05-10 22:27 (UTC)

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