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jigokulogs2022-09-05 02:38 pm
heretic_blade) wrote in jigokulogs2022-09-05 02:38 pm
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[ Early morning sunlight filters through the window and straight into Izō's eyes. He grumbles something vulgar under his breath and rolls over. The dog at the foot of the bed lifts her head in protest to the movement. He settles down and so does she.
The problem now is he’s awake, but doesn’t want to get out of bed. He sidles up alongside Majima to rest his head on the other man’s chest. Maybe being close like this will let him go back to sleep...Izō finds himself distracted by Majima instead; the way his chest rises and falls, the way the sunlight plays across his scales, how peaceful he looks in this moment.
Izō can’t help but feel charmed and maybe a little something else. ]
Hey...ya awake?
[ He idly plays with a strand of Majima’s hair, a gentle smile on his face. This is all deeply domestic and something he’s really not accustomed to...but it’s nice. ]
The problem now is he’s awake, but doesn’t want to get out of bed. He sidles up alongside Majima to rest his head on the other man’s chest. Maybe being close like this will let him go back to sleep...Izō finds himself distracted by Majima instead; the way his chest rises and falls, the way the sunlight plays across his scales, how peaceful he looks in this moment.
Izō can’t help but feel charmed and maybe a little something else. ]
Hey...ya awake?
[ He idly plays with a strand of Majima’s hair, a gentle smile on his face. This is all deeply domestic and something he’s really not accustomed to...but it’s nice. ]
[ Things have been ... interesting. The things they need to talk about have been put on hold in favor of more fun things, like drinking and dancing. Well, mostly drinking and watching other people dance. The private room of the Sutoku-owned club gives a good view of the floor below.
Izō is already fairly drunk, his shirt and vest completely open as he leans on the windows. ]
No one can see us in here, right?
[ Because if they can, they have certainly seen more of Izō than they should be seeing. ]
Izō is already fairly drunk, his shirt and vest completely open as he leans on the windows. ]
No one can see us in here, right?
[ Because if they can, they have certainly seen more of Izō than they should be seeing. ]
[ Rank up-- Toraguma had told Nishitani himself; and Nishitani had immediately known what he wanted to do, how he wants to reward his sweet boy for playing so nice. ]
[ So here he is, knocking on the door to Izo's place. Dressed in an easy light green suit and looking every part the made man he is. ] Iichan! Better open up!
[ So here he is, knocking on the door to Izo's place. Dressed in an easy light green suit and looking every part the made man he is. ] Iichan! Better open up!
[ Izō answers the door, looking a bit disheveled and only half-dressed. Not that he minds who he sees, though. He greets Nishitani with a kiss before asking questions. ]
Huh...? Whatcha want?
Huh...? Whatcha want?
[ Nishitani reaches behind Izo and gropes him as his boy leans in for a filthy kiss, dirty and full of tongue. When Izo pulls away, Nishitani nods towards the apartment. ] Do I need a reason to see my baby boy?
[ Teasing aside. Nishitani dark look is predatory, pleased, primed for a fun little "hunt". ] Heard you made rank. I'm here to reward my brother for his good work.
[ Teasing aside. Nishitani dark look is predatory, pleased, primed for a fun little "hunt". ] Heard you made rank. I'm here to reward my brother for his good work.
Edited 2022-09-05 22:12 (UTC)
[ He hadn't told anyone yet, which meant that Nishitani had heard straight from the source. Not a huge surprise, honestly.
Izō already wants more of Nishitani's particular brand of attention as he steps aside to let him in. ]
Reward, huh? Wonder what Daddy's got in mind for that...
[ Railing him into oblivion, hopefully. ]
Izō already wants more of Nishitani's particular brand of attention as he steps aside to let him in. ]
Reward, huh? Wonder what Daddy's got in mind for that...
[ Railing him into oblivion, hopefully. ]
That a promise?
[ Izō puts a hand on Nishitani's chest, wanting to stay close as he goes to kiss the older man again. It's almost pathetic how easily he submits when Nishitani hasn't even done anything. He just wants to please him so badly, no matter how he has to debase himself for it. ]
[ Izō puts a hand on Nishitani's chest, wanting to stay close as he goes to kiss the older man again. It's almost pathetic how easily he submits when Nishitani hasn't even done anything. He just wants to please him so badly, no matter how he has to debase himself for it. ]
[ It's so easy to get him worked up and eager, ready to submit to anything Nishitani wants to give him. Just this little bit of attention has him ready to go, but...
Izō backs away enough he can look Nishitani in the eye. ]
Huh...? Ya got me somethin'? [ He really does look confused. ] ...Why?
[ He's not worth it, no matter what it is. ]
Izō backs away enough he can look Nishitani in the eye. ]
Huh...? Ya got me somethin'? [ He really does look confused. ] ...Why?
[ He's not worth it, no matter what it is. ]
[ He's about to protest that he absolutely isn't, but stops himself. It's not the time for that right now. Trusting someone is harder than seeing worth in himself, but Nishitani has earned that trust. He's never broken the trust they've built.
Izō closes his eyes. ]
Well, c'mon...What is it already?
[ He's half-expecting to feel Nishitani's bare dick against him in a few seconds. ]
Izō closes his eyes. ]
Well, c'mon...What is it already?
[ He's half-expecting to feel Nishitani's bare dick against him in a few seconds. ]
[ It's not a dick. ]
[ Smooth, lacquered hardwood taps against Izo's chest. ]
[ The tanto is-- spectacular. A handle with black samegawa and red silk, twisted tight, to keep the bright copper fittings in place. The designs stamped into the metal are-- flowers, wind, birds. ]
A special order, for my special boy.
[ Smooth, lacquered hardwood taps against Izo's chest. ]
[ The tanto is-- spectacular. A handle with black samegawa and red silk, twisted tight, to keep the bright copper fittings in place. The designs stamped into the metal are-- flowers, wind, birds. ]
A special order, for my special boy.
[ He grabs a hold of it without opening his eyes at first. The weight of it instantly tells him what it is, what kind of blade he's handling. A tanto, small and sleek. He finally looks at it, drawing it. It feels good in his hand, balanced. The detailing on it is beautiful, too, and he spends some time studying it, running his fingers over it in delight and awe. It's a perfect tool for an assassin.
His heart jumps in his throat; memories of Ryouma lending him Hizen Tadahiro, the Sakamoto family treasure, come flooding back. It's such a significant gesture and Izō finds himself speechless for once. ]
I... [ He stares at the blade, at his own stunned reflection in it. ] Yer serious? Ya got me somethin' this fuckin' nice?
His heart jumps in his throat; memories of Ryouma lending him Hizen Tadahiro, the Sakamoto family treasure, come flooding back. It's such a significant gesture and Izō finds himself speechless for once. ]
I... [ He stares at the blade, at his own stunned reflection in it. ] Yer serious? Ya got me somethin' this fuckin' nice?
Sure did. You made me proud, considering you're my boy, after all. [ Nishitani's somewhat pinned himself to Izo. He's spoken positively about Izo to ranked members of the clan-- so what Izo does, promotions he makes, they all reflect back on Nishitani, bolstering his word and value on the streets. The promotion-- its valuable for him, not just Izo. ]
[ So, the gift isn't just for the promotion, no, but a gift of reputation. Izo's made good on talents, and in turn Nishitani's made deals he couldn't before. The tanto is a gift, one that Nishitani took time figuring out, paid to have made quickly, oversaw himself. Red, black, beautiful-- just like his boy. ]
[ So, the gift isn't just for the promotion, no, but a gift of reputation. Izo's made good on talents, and in turn Nishitani's made deals he couldn't before. The tanto is a gift, one that Nishitani took time figuring out, paid to have made quickly, oversaw himself. Red, black, beautiful-- just like his boy. ]
[ He blushes furiously, unable to handle the praise being lavished upon him. It's good, he likes it, but it's so hard to accept. He sheathes the tanto, then wraps his arms around Nishitani to hug him. No, he's not crying, how dare you notice that. ]
Dunno what else t' say but thanks...It's ain't enough, but...'s all I got.
[ He buries his face against Nishitani's shoulder. His affection for the older man is so great that he can't adequately express it. Clinging to him with tears in his eyes, overwhelmed by gratitude and praise, is a good start. ]
Dunno what else t' say but thanks...It's ain't enough, but...'s all I got.
[ He buries his face against Nishitani's shoulder. His affection for the older man is so great that he can't adequately express it. Clinging to him with tears in his eyes, overwhelmed by gratitude and praise, is a good start. ]
[ If it were anyone else, he'd get defensive and assume they were making fun of him. Izō hasn't made anyone proud; he just lets people down and disappoints them. Knowing that he actually made someone proud of him in a way that matters...He can't handle it.
Izō clings to him a bit longer before scrubbing at his face to hide his tears. It doesn't work -- he knows he isn't fooling anyone. ]
Guess I gotta work real hard t' keep ya that way, huh?
Izō clings to him a bit longer before scrubbing at his face to hide his tears. It doesn't work -- he knows he isn't fooling anyone. ]
Guess I gotta work real hard t' keep ya that way, huh?
[ That Majima is even still asleep is a small miracle. He's the one who gets up at the ass of dawn to go run and meditate at the river and hit the gym and visit the family office and-- Sleep is not one of his greater priorities, but he usually makes a point of showing up and getting a few hours at some point. He can't be on all the time, as much as he might sometimes wish he could be. ]
Mmm.
[ He makes a faint sound of assent, he can feel Izo staring at him even before he pipes up. Most of his hair is curled into a lazy bun at the base of his neck, to keep everyone from choking on the long strands in the middle of the night, and he certainly sleeps in front of Izo of all people with no insecurity to be out of his eyepatch. That just means there's no point pretending he can see Izo over on that side, so he just leaves his good eye closed. His arm is mostly under Izo anyone, so he relaxes his hand along the line of his back. ]
Mmm.
[ He makes a faint sound of assent, he can feel Izo staring at him even before he pipes up. Most of his hair is curled into a lazy bun at the base of his neck, to keep everyone from choking on the long strands in the middle of the night, and he certainly sleeps in front of Izo of all people with no insecurity to be out of his eyepatch. That just means there's no point pretending he can see Izo over on that side, so he just leaves his good eye closed. His arm is mostly under Izo anyone, so he relaxes his hand along the line of his back. ]
[ It's probably better that Majima can't see his face and how fond he looks. Izō gets embarrassed even now about showing his true feelings; maybe one day he'll get over that.
He sits up a little more to kiss Majima, hand splayed across his chest to lazily pet him. It's easy to be this affectionate right now because it's safe. Just the two of them -- well, three, but the dog won't judge them. ]
Good...means I got ya all to myself for a li'l bit.
He sits up a little more to kiss Majima, hand splayed across his chest to lazily pet him. It's easy to be this affectionate right now because it's safe. Just the two of them -- well, three, but the dog won't judge them. ]
Good...means I got ya all to myself for a li'l bit.
[ ryouma is just fine never discussing anything important so long as he can help it. he shouldn't be, but he's several drinks past doing the right thing at the moment, and it shows — his jacket is unbuttoned, the shirt underneath it is halfway open as well, and he's lucky he didn't lose buttons yanking it open to get like that.
he empties the cup that's in front of him and leans on his hand, looking half-asleep if you didn't notice how intently he's actually watching izō.
Why? It's a little late for ya t' start feelin' shy anyway.
[ of course, he knows that no one can see in, but for the purposes of right now, it's more fun to consider if they could. ]
he empties the cup that's in front of him and leans on his hand, looking half-asleep if you didn't notice how intently he's actually watching izō.
Why? It's a little late for ya t' start feelin' shy anyway.
[ of course, he knows that no one can see in, but for the purposes of right now, it's more fun to consider if they could. ]
I ain't feelin' shy! [ An immediate fussy response. ] Jus' wanted t' make sure I can make fun of 'em an' they ain't never gonna know.
[ And not that increasingly inappropriate thoughts keep creeping into his head. Ryouma could fuck him against these windows and they'd never know it. Izō tries to push those thoughts aside, but they just come back worse when he looks back at Ryouma. ]
[ And not that increasingly inappropriate thoughts keep creeping into his head. Ryouma could fuck him against these windows and they'd never know it. Izō tries to push those thoughts aside, but they just come back worse when he looks back at Ryouma. ]
[ Of course he is, but it's so hard to just accept anyone being nice to him, even when he loves them. It's nearly impossible for him to let go of the idea that these relationships are transactional and only worth what they can get out of Izō. As time goes on, it's easier for him to accept it. ]
I mean...if ya wanna. [ And not because he wants it. ] Never gonna say no t' a free meal.
I mean...if ya wanna. [ And not because he wants it. ] Never gonna say no t' a free meal.
Oh, sure. [ a likely story. ] Wouldn't want that...
[ he's having those same very inappropriate thoughts. he pours himself another cup and drains that too before he gets up. ryouma has poor impulse control as it is, but he's not letting himself second guess his way out of a good time. better a little too drunk than not drunk enough when it comes to keeping his mind quiet because the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking. ]
Sure that's the only thing ya wanna do that ya wouldn't want 'em knowin' about?
[ and the fussiness is always endearing. ]
[ he's having those same very inappropriate thoughts. he pours himself another cup and drains that too before he gets up. ryouma has poor impulse control as it is, but he's not letting himself second guess his way out of a good time. better a little too drunk than not drunk enough when it comes to keeping his mind quiet because the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking. ]
Sure that's the only thing ya wanna do that ya wouldn't want 'em knowin' about?
[ and the fussiness is always endearing. ]
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