semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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@majima / promotion

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[ TW: RESTRAINTS (handcuffs), PTSD/TRAUMA DISCUSSIONS ]

[ Nishitani has two pairs of handcuffs, not just one. He doesn't tell Majima that, mostly because it doesn't come up. One is a classic chain, while the other is a double-lock-- no reason besides Nishitani likes different types of play on different types of days. ]

[ For this meeting, Nishitani also has his knife. He doesn't know what Majima might want with it, but Nishitani also likes that being on the table as well. He's hard in his slacks when he makes his way to Majima's front door, and excited to see where the night will go. ]

Let me in, Majima-kun! I brought everything you asked for!

[no_kyouken]

[ He appears in the door, leaned into it with his arms crossed. ]

Ya gotta yell every time? I got neighbors ya know.

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[ Nishitani leans in once Majima opens the door, letting himself in close to kiss Majima lavishly on the mouth, licking and nipping and more than a little indiscreet with his affection. It's been maybe 24 hours since they last saw each other, significantly less since they last spoke, and yet Nishitani greets Majima like it's been months. ] Sure they enjoy the soundtrack, baby. Let me in?

[no_kyouken]

[ One day he's going to get used to that. His mouth opens on a surprised sound. Ah. He sinks back with a flush, but finds the handle again to get open the door. ]

Just knock like a normal guy.

[ Sheesh. He still steps back to let him inside. ]

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[ Nishitani enters, reaching in his pockets once the door behind him is locked and pulling out the two separate sets of handcuffs and the two sets of keys. ] Didn't know which one you'd prefer. [ He's twirling one of them around as he whistles offkey, kicking off his shoes (he'd bought a shittier formal black pair to go with the rest of his rookie uniform--) and making himself at home, as he often and so easily does. ]

Got a preference?

[no_kyouken]

The one ya can't pick open with a hair pin.

[ He answers lazily. What yakuza kid doesn't know how to pick open a basic set of handcuffs... (Stupid ones, mostly.) ]

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[ Nishitani looks over them both before tossing the double lock to Majima. ] Nearly had to break the ligament in my thumb to get out of a pair of those. [ Which isn't to say he's never broken the ligaments in his thumb-- he's done it many times, actually, but prefers to pick locks where he can or use the chain to choke out his captor in the most agonizing way possible. ]

[no_kyouken]

Kinda th'point.

[ He catches the cuffs loosely, looking down contemplatively for a moment before his attention flicks back up. ]

Ya should lose th'jacket.

[ It's just going to be hot and uncomfortable. ]

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Yeah, yeah. [ This isn't the first time Nishitani's been tied up for fun. Pulling off his jacket and tie, Nishitani folds his sleeves up to his elbow, the ends of his peony tattoos peaking out from the white fabric. He turns around, cracking his neck and shifting his weight. ] How do you want me, baby?

cw: abuse topics, some sweet victim blaming

[no_kyouken]

[ It's not exactly for fun. Goromi takes more pleasure in tying them up, having her way. With Majima... the goal is to remove something that worries him. It's not even exactly the touch itself, it's where his mind goes. The confusing memories and flashbacks. Nishitani is the only person who can definitively put a name and a face to it.

And Majima doesn't really understand how he can play along like it's not pathetic how much one piece of shit managed to scare him. Majima gives himself no credit for how vulnerable he was made to be: he deserved what he got. They made sure he knew that.

Majima opens his mouth to say something and then decides against it. He just steps close and takes a wrist at a time to arrange them behind Nishitani's back, where he clicks them into their restraints. ]

You can sit.

[ They have an ugly green couch. All their furniture is as cheap and crappy as the apartment itself, but it's theirs. ]

cw: abuse/torture talk cont.

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[ Nishitani pulls against the cuffs once places, letting out a breathy laugh once they've clicked into place. Bondage is one of the many things Nishitani has a wealth of knowledge to draw from, both for himself and others, so feeling restrained is comfortable for him, and hopes it's comfortable for Majima too. ]

[ The hands near his face-- Nishitani understands. Some of the higher boys in the Kijin Clan had similar experiences, surviving having their neck cut or teeth pulled. Some don't like their hands being touched, after having their nails yanked out or objects shoved into the bed. Torture and the fallout of torture is just another part of yakuza life. Nishitani's weaponized his response, he's sexualized it, made it so his captors can't use his pain against him. ]

[ Healthy? No. But it's effective. ]

[ Nishitani moves himself to the shitty green couch, sitting himself down and spreading his legs wide, his hardon clearly visible. ] This thing is a piece of shit, Majima-kun. Thought of buying a new one?

[no_kyouken]

[ He sits down at Nishitani's feet, leaning his elbow into the couch cushions and supporting his head with a wry look on his face. Oh yeah, this is what you wanna talk about? ]

It's doin' its job, ain't it.

[ They fuck on it more than they use it for anything else. What can he say. Like they care if it's cute or not. A situation probably made obvious by the fact that there is a bottle of lube under it. Majima fishes it out and tosses it up onto the cushions. A couple of disgusting twenty-something guys lives here, just accept it. ]

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[ Nishitani says nothing, because he pulls the same stunt. Grinning, leaning back despite his arms protesting, Nishitani runs a foot up Majima's thigh, happy to see the man on his knees. ]

Live a little, Majima-kun. You deserve nicer things than this piece of shit.

[no_kyouken]

It's just stuff.

[ He is utterly disinterested. He has spent the last four years with nothing. He had nothing in Sotenbori. He had nothing in Hakagemachi. He has no desire to revel in things and he has a fairly well-founded fear of everything being taken from him anyway. Izo is the same, really. It contributes to the state of the place, the lack of attention or care. Two depressed twenty-somethings live here, and that's just how it is. ]

Quit insultin' my couch. Ya want me t'congratulate ya and tell ya how great ya are, or what?

[ He puts a hand at Nishitani's knee and pushes it aside to move in closer. Majima looks up at him, reaches out to toy with his belt in emphasis of his point. ]

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[ Nishitani strains against the handcuffs, wanting to reach down and touch Majima's face-- just brush a strand of hair away from his cheek, because there's something broken in what he says, and Nishitani wants to pour himself into Majima and let him enjoy stuff again. There's joy in sitting on a good couch, joy eating good food, joy in possessions and power and rank. Majima has none of that, and Nishitani wants to show Majima how. ]

[ Instead he huffs, bucking his hips up to meet Majima's fingers which tug at his belt, huffing out impatiently. ] Get on with it then, Majima-kun. I'm getting bored here.

cw: some abuse notes

[no_kyouken]

[ He watches Nishitani pull on the cuffs and feels vindicated that he insisted. What Nishitani says too... He really does have a way of saying the worst shit, things that make Majima's mind fill with toxicity. Getting bored here, champ.

He sits up higher on his knees and pushes Nishitani back into the couch cushions with an odd look on his face. ]

Could always send ya home t'your gal.

[ He says that, but he has also pulled open the belt buckle and gone after the fly. Whatever is going on in Majima's head is contradictory, stinging, heavy. ]

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You could always come home with me to her, too. [ Nishitani leans back, settling back in easily once the urge to comfort has passed. Now, he looks down at where Majima is seated, watches as Majima easily begins to disrobe him-- only enough to get his cock out, but that's the part which matters. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't know he spoke out of turn-- doesn't know because Majima doesn't tell him. Those hidden shards, Nishitani has tried, in his own way, to be thoughtful of them. For the loud, brash man he is, Nishitani taking into account the comfort of anyone else is outstanding, and for Majima? He's trying, time and time again. [

[no_kyouken]

Just cut ya outta th'middle for that.

[ He answers flatly. He's not actually convinced he and Andy have that kind of relationship, there's something too similar in their self-loathing but that's not really the point. He takes the sticky heat of Nishitani's cock into his hand, spilling out rivulets of lube and stroking them out. He really has no interest in choking this down dry. He doesn't want his face touched, he doesn't want his hair pulled. If he's getting asked to perform, he's at least going to make it easy on himself. ]

Try t'keep yer mouth shut.

[ Sour mumbling before he leans forward, extending what's flat of his bisected tongue to press against skin before his mouth follows taking in the head with a suck. There's already something tenuous about the power dynamic they have, he's not so sure about hearing any of Nishitani's filth right now. ]

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Don't want to hear me talk about how fucking good you feel? I let you talk while I choked you down, baby, come on. [ Nishitani is complaining, but he rolls his shoulders and settles into this shitty fucking couch of theirs, legs spread wide and watching as Majima works. Nishitani's cock is hard, eager, and Majima will find that Nishitani's diet has been surprisingly balanced-- his pre hardly containing the bitter, caustic taste that a twenty-something who only drinks and smokes pre might have. ]

why was bee reading about snake tongues....

[no_kyouken]

[ Majima hadn't had a lot to say at the time; he'd been a little too wound up with grief and anger and misplaced lust. He has almost too much conscious thought right now, too much clarity into his own anxieties and conflict. It would be worse if he was getting pawed at too, he knows that. So he focuses on the things he has control over. His space, his rules, his partner. His good eye slips most of the way shut, relaxed in to the task in front of him.

A forked tongue is a more complicated sensory organ than a human's, there is a lot that he tastes that is more complicated than just skin. Complexity compelling enough to focus on, memorize the intricacies of. His inhales deeply, swallows the taste of it down thickly, mouth wet with lube. ]