jigokulogs | no one's ever dredged anything to look for me

[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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)

[ Nishitani leans into Majima's hands and his kiss, the sweetness of cigarette smoke between them as he sinks down, pressing their groins together, letting his weight press against Majima's hips. Nishitani likes seeing Majima here, likes the feel of Majima under him. They're safe like this, contained, and it's them, once more, partners and lovers and brothers, all at once. ]

[ Nishitani leans his weight on one of his forearms, using the other to skirt his fingers down Majima's body, once more staying away from his neck and jaw, knowing he hasn't gotten permission, not yet, to touch those sensitive areas. Instead he presses against Majima's chest, his tits, gropes the hard muscle there. ] Fucking beautiful. [ He'll say it once, he'll say it a thousand times. Majima is stunning in his ferocity, his talent, his aura. All these things combine-- into beauty, into a preciousness that Nishitani wants to see grow. ]

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[ His scoff is incredulous. Come on. He's got a nose like a hawk, he's missing an eye, he's still a little too scrawny, still can't get that facial hair to come in right yet. Majima doesn't think he's cute at all. That's an emotion entirely relegated to Goromi, who instead knows she's the best looking thing in any room. He only has that kind of confidence when he's at a distance from himself. He's warped, his perceptions of himself ugly and unkind. There is no telling what was said to him in the Hole, things imprinted on him with darkness and humiliation that he only forgets when he's someone else. ]

Shut up. [ A breathy purr under his touch. Majima hooks a knee at Nishitani's hip and encourages the pressure. ] That ain't gonna convince me t'let ya stay.

[ It's fuck and get out. What a cruel mistress. He rolls his hips up lazily, back arching off the floor with a murmur of pleasure. ]

[ Nishitani kisses at the side of Majima's lips, down to his jaw, teeth sharp where they bite and pull little bruises to the surface. Majima refutes Nishitani and he pulls back to look at the other directly, just as intense as any other time. Whatever, being kicked out, but it's the scoff, the demand for Nishitani to be quiet, that makes him buck. ] I told you, Majima. I don't lie. When I first met you, I could barely keep it in my pants, you were so fucking beautiful, standin up to me like you did. Talent leaks out of your fucking pores, baby, it's a shame no one knew what to do with it until I got my hands on you.

[ His fingers scrape down further, from Majima's chest to his hip, squeezing. ] Everything about you makes me go fucking insane. [ And he presses back in, kisses Majima hard, grinding himself down against Majima, frotting against the other easy. ]

[ An amused huff of breath. Nishitani can insist it's the absolute truth all he wants, Majima's never going to co-sign it. Even when he does finally crack, his own self-aggrandizement is just a piece of theater. There is a hole inside of him where self-loathing has been living since well before he swore up. Maybe that's what truly owns Majima, far more than any of the other entities that would like to say they do.

His voice is low and throaty, teasing, ]

Nah, I hadn't noticed.

[ Really, Majima is just curious what it would feel like to be that infatuated with someone. Is it heaven, or is it hell? His considerations are cut short in favor of tightening his long legs at Nishitani's waist, breath catching briefly. Whichever it is, it's intense to be the object of affection; head full of endorphins and all the lines of good sense blurry. His tail is stuck at the bottom of this messy heap, flicking restlessly. ]

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cw it grows thirsty

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