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Neither could say how they got onto the topic, but this surely wasn’t what Majima had in mind when he first invited Kiryu to his place for drinks. Majima was hoping for a nice night out with him. They had only gotten together a few weeks back, and Majima was desperate for the man’s attention. Instead, however, he found himself being taught how to slow dance. Something he never thought of as important in his life, considering his line of work. He wasn’t Cinderella for god’s sake.
It started when a film came on the television. It was a cheesy black and white romance film from years ago. The scene featured the main protagonist slow dancing to ballroom music with her love interest. Majima found it boring and unnecessary. Was there really anything all that romantic about it? It was so damn sappy, he wasn’t sure he could sit through it for much longer. Majima was about to make a snide comment about the film when Kiryu piped up.
“Do you know how to slow dance, Majima-san?” Of course, he would ask that. Can’t blame the guy for being curious. Majima hoped he didn’t want to try it with him, it would be pretty embarrassing if a guy 4 years his senior couldn’t.
“First of all, cut it with the formal shit. No need for it. Second of all, what’s it to ya?” Majima retorted, trying to avoid this conversation. There were just some things he couldn’t help but be shameful for.
Kiryu gave him a confused look. “I was just wondering. Do you?” He asked again, the kid was persistent, Majima supposed.
“Well I hate to break it to ya, but no I can’t,” Majima answered, hoping it would satisfy Kiryu. Though he couldn’t help but wonder, “Can you? Slow dance, I mean.”
“Believe it or not, I can. How come you never learned how?” Kiryu inquired, again with the questions. The guy sure was talkative today.
“How the hell do you know? You’re pretty young ya know,” Majima replied, avoiding yet another question. Kiryu sighed, visibly tired of Majima’s dodging. “Well, I was forced to learn ballroom dancing back in high school. I’m surprised I still remember any of it, honestly,” He answered. He looked at Majima expectantly.
“Huh, well, I just never bothered, ya know? Doesn’t seem all that important to me. It’s just dancin’."
“There’s more to it than that, Majima,” Kiryu retorted.
“Oh really? Like what?”
“Being close to your…partner, moving in sync like we would do in a fight, being able to-” He cut himself off, bringing a hand up to his face to try and hide his blush.
“What? Lookin' into each other’s eyes or some shit?” Majima asked. Kiryu nodded, not able to look the man in the eye. “Well if it’s so important to ya, why dontcha teach me the ropes?” He leaned closer to Kiryu, hoping to tease the man more.
“It isn’t as easy as you think, Majima,” Kiryu replied, finally making eye contact. Majima grinned, not backing down from the challenge. “Alright, come on, while the music is still playing.” Majima beamed, moving to stand up. Before he could though, Kiryu placed a hand on his shoulder, making him sit back down.
“Oi, what’s the deal? I can’t slow dance with ya if I’m sittin’ on my ass!” Majima complained, making Kiryu huff.
“You really don’t know anything, do you?” Kiryu scoffed, a smug smirk present on his face. Majima pursed his lips, waiting for the other to make the first move. What Majima didn’t expect though, was for Kiryu to gently hold his hand, and bring it up to his lips as he bowed down. He pressed a small kiss to the back of his gloved hand. “May I have this dance? Goro?” He asked. Majima jumped a little at the use of his given name before his face fell into a deep flush. That cute ass smile on Kiryu’s face was doing things to him.
He nodded, gripping the man’s hand to pull himself up. Kiryu moved the table in front of them to the side, guiding Majima to stand in its place. “Do ya want me to take my gloves off?” Majima wanted to make sure that wasn’t some forbidden rule or something.
“As long as you’re comfortable with it,” Kiryu answered softly. Majima decided it was for the best, and removed both gloves, tossing them onto the floor. “I don’t think I’ve ever held your bare hand before,” Kiryu commented. Majima shot him a strange look. Kiryu grabbed his right hand, holding it gently, a little raised in the air.
“First, since I’m the lead right now, we both hold each other’s right hands at around this position. Then,” He paused, moving Majima’s left hand to rest on the juncture between his shoulder and bicep. “You keep your hand here, and I-” He placed his left hand on the back of Majima’s waist. “Place my hand here.”
“Kinda wish I was the lead right now, would love to grab your ass while we did this~” Majima teased. Kiryu shook his head in mock frustration, unable to hide the small smile on his face.
“After we get into position, we move at the pace of the beat,” He continued, “First, move your left foot to the side like so,” Kiryu demonstrated, putting his words into play. Majima tried to copy quickly, trying to stay in time with the other. Though he ended up stepping onto Kiryu’s foot, and he let out a little curse. “And you don’t do that. Here, try again.” Kiryu grunted, getting back into their original position.
He repeated his previous move, and Majima followed fairly well, narrowly avoid his foot. “That’s better. Now try again and do it at the same time as me.” Kiryu moved his whole body with his foot, Majima following suit. Kiryu nodded, glad he didn’t have to explain that as well. They repeated the move again, Majima moving almost exactly with Kiryu. “Good, now look at me as we move.”
Majima froze up, he hadn’t looked at the man’s face once since they started, even though that was a huge part of the whole thing. Majima had been too focused on their feet, not wanting to crush Kiryu’s toes. He looked up, making eye contact instantly. He was startled at the soft and patient look present on Kiryu’s face. It wasn’t something he saw often. At least Majima wasn’t the only one who’s face was flushed.
“Alright, let’s go again,” Kiryu finally said, breaking the silence. They moved accordingly, almost in perfect sync. They repeated until perfect, Majima finding the whole ordeal easier than Kiryu was letting on. Maybe pretending for it to be a challenge was the only way he could get Majima to do it. “You’re learning a lot quicker than I did.” He commented, somewhat confused.
“Hmph, well I am pretty well versed in disco dancin’! I was the star of the disco, ya shoulda seen me out there!” Majima exclaimed, happy to know he won. Kiryu shot him a doubtful smile. Majima kept a smug grin on his face. “Let’s keep goin’, ya sofite.”
Kiryu laughed lightly, continuing to lead Majima in circles, the two becoming lost in one another’s presence. They couldn’t help the small intimate smiles that had spread across their faces. Kiryu found himself lifting a hand up to the back of Majima’s head softly petting at his hair a bit. Then he couldn’t help but thumb at the knot on his eyepatch string. The man’s only eye widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by the bold move.
“You-ya don’t hafta if ya don’t wanna,” Majima said, stopping in his tracks, Kiryu doing the same. When he still hadn’t moved his hand, Majima spoke up again. “It ain’t pretty either.” He insisted
“Only if you’re okay with it,” Kiryu replied, not moving his hand. He was obviously curious. Majima sighed, but nodded, letting Kiryu remove the patch. Kiryu had expected something gross, or horrific. Traumatizing even, with all the stories he had heard about that place. But there was nothing. Nothing but a closed eyelid and small scar. Besides that, the eyelid was slightly sunken in due to the lack of an eye, but you wouldn’t even know it was gone. It wasn’t as gross or scary as Majima had let it on to be, what with his hesitation.
Kiryu cupped his left cheek, bringing Majima’s face closer. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on the eyelid. Majima froze, unsure of what to do. “You’re beautiful, Goro,” Was all he said before pulling away. Majima’s bottom lip was quivering slightly, his eyebrows furrowed. The man leaned forward, burying his face in Kiryu’s neck and shoulder.
“S-shut the fuck up. You big sap,” He whimpered. Majima had never thought he would hear anyone say that to him, especially after seeing how broken he truly was.
“Do you want to continue our dance?” Kiryu asked, hoping to take Majima’s mind off of it. He knew that the other was sensitive about his scars, and it broke Kiryu’s heart to see him like this. He felt the man nod against his neck. Majima lifted his head, resuming his original position. He seemed to have calmed down a bit, much to Kiryu’s satisfaction. Majima looked at the man in front of him. God, a guy as huge and bulky as Kiryu had no right to have a smile that sweet.
They resumed their dance, swaying back and forth leisurely, the song on the television long over. Majima couldn’t help the slight trembling of his hands, and Kiryu squeezed his hand tightly, pulling him closer. Before Majima knew it, he was being dipped backward. Kiryu held him in a secure hold, bending him downward, towards the floor. Majima was lucky he was flexible, or Kiryu would have broken his back. “And then we end the dance in a dip,” He said, almost nose to nose with the man.
Majima’s face flushed an even deeper red, forgetting all about what he was upset over. Kiryu leaned slightly forward, pressing a small kiss to his lips.