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Kamurocho looked gorgeous at night. Kiryu couldn’t deny it, from the way it sparkled during rainfall and lit up the horizon as the sun set. Right now, as the neon lights dyed the smoke all sorts of colours, Kiryu knew he loved this city.
The Millenium Tower stood proudly, still. Like the explosion barely even touched it. The image of the smoke barrelling out of it still haunted him weeks later. The memories of Nishiki and Yumi’s last moments were tainted behind his eyelids, their bodies still heavy in his arms.
And that’s what dragged Kiryu to the window facing Kamurocho, smoking cigarette after cigarette until his box rattled empty. The stubs were piling up; he tipped them out the open window with a sigh, the city light catching on his watch. 3:18am .
“Haw? Kiryu-chan?” A voice, sleepy and confused, mixes with the soft padding of feet behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The nickname always made his ears tingle happily. “What’re ya doin’…?”
The other sighed, pressing himself against his back. His arms slipped round his waist, and his head rested on his shoulder. “Majima-san… I… don’t really know,” Kiryu mumbled, taking a particularly long drag of his smoke. How many was that now? Too many…
“You awake for a reason…?” Majima’s voice was scratchy in his ear. He suppressed a shiver, especially as Majima was hot . Physically warm — he was like a hot water bottle, blasting against his back. “Fuckin’ christ, yer freezin’, Kiryu!”
“Heh.. yeah, but I reckon you’ll warm me up.” A ghost of a smile passed Kiryu’s face, disappearing as it twisted into a frown. It was the middle of winter, and he had the window open… he barely registered the cold, but wondered how Haruka would react to a freezing house when she awoke. “I didn’t… wake you up, did I?
“Huh? Nah, had a nightmare… you alright?” Majima pressed a soft, warm kiss to the back of Kiryu’s neck. He was freezing against his chest, goosebumps spreading like wildfire. The silence, and the tensing of Kiryu’s muscles told him all he needed to know.
Kiryu’s t-shirt fit him quite nicely. Majima had found it in his drawer, folded neatly and only covered in a light layer of dust. It was a dark grey shirt which had some design of Kamurocho on it; it hung nicely on his body, hugging his chest and abdominals. Majima made a mental note to steal it at some point in the future
It was something that, of course, Kiryu noticed when he turned around. “Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Yeah, it’s comfortable. Mind if I keep it? Ya don’t seem to be wearin’ it much…” Majima studied the way the other man’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, like he could see the cogs turning in his head.
“Yeah, sure…” Kiryu blinked, stubbing his smoke out and shutting the window. It locked with a small click that seemed so loud in the small space. “You look good in it.”
The comment set Majima’s heart ablaze. “Heh, d-damn right I do..” was all he could mutter before pulling the other man close by the hips. A moment of silence descended upon the pair as they enjoyed each other’s company. “Penny for yer thoughts, Kiryu-chan?”
“…Just want to be with you, Majima.”
“Heh, that’s alright. We can do that.”
— — —
Kiryu always appreciated Majima’s touch. Even if it was during a fight, or even now, with the mentioned man’s digits lost in his hair. He was especially gentle when they weren’t fighting; his touch was soft and almost hesitant, hands on backs lasting a little too long.
Majima’s fingers in his hair felt really nice. Every touch that brushed his scalp sent shivers down his spine, and Kiryu melted into it.
“Heh, Kiryu, yer hair’s soft. Real soft,” Majima mumbled, shifting the duvet a little. The cold air that settled on his chest sent goosebumps wilding, and he quickly pulled it back up. “Brrr, why’d ya open the window!?”
“Don’t wanna smoke inside. Especially since I tend to light a lot when I get like this,” Kiryu mumbled, his voice melting into a purr. He nuzzled his face further against Majima’s neck, sighing happily. “I love spending time with you, Majima-san…”
“Mm, me too, Kiryu-chan,” Majima’s heart raced at the younger man’s words, and he almost cursed at himself. “Heh, y-yer gonna give me a heart attack here…”
“Hm, maybe that’s the plan.”
“Oi, oi, I hope not!” Majima swatted him lightly on the head, earning a chuckle from the other. “But hey, whaddya mean ‘when ya get like this’?” He asked cautiously, his hand slipping down the back of his neck. He trailed his fingers gently up and down Kiryu’s nape, his touch feather-light.
Kiryu's hand twitched on Majima’s waist. He felt the Dragon tense up again. “Ya don’t gotta be so nervous, Kiryu-chan. I got ya…”
Majima fell quiet, sensing his lover was thinking. Hell, if it was quiet enough, he could probably hear the gears in Kiryu’s head turning as he struggled to find the right words, his lips parting against his neck.
“I miss Nishiki, and Kazama-san,” Kiryu finally spoke, settling uncomfortably on those words. “I felt so lost without Nishiki and Yumi with me, and it hurt to not see them there when I got out. If anything, you were the only person who was there to greet me.”
Kiryu sighed lightly, remembering that day. He’d just left prison, glad to be out, but the lack of the people he hoped to see was almost soul crushing. He hailed a taxi back to Kamurocho, spirit dampened.
“It didn’t help seeing Nishiki during Sera’s funeral. He was.. so cold. I still think about the look we shared while I was running from everyone…” Kiryu nuzzled his head into Majima’s neck, appreciating the way he reciprocated his touch, pulling his body closer slightly. “And I— I can still see it. When he died.”
Majima pressed a kiss to his forehead, sighing gently. His hand caressed his neck gently. “Kiryu-chan…”
“H-he looked at me, and told me how it was his responsibility— and then, he… he pulled the trigger, and I lost him. Majima, I don’t know how I lived. I don’t know how anyone lived…”
When Kiryu’s voice cracked into a weak sob, Majima’s hand slipped around his waist and pulled him very close. He smiled at the way the two seemed to fit together perfectly, from their hands and lips to their bodies.
It felt like they were made for each other.
After a while of silence, the one-eyed man spoke up. “Yer doin’ a great job, Kiryu-chan. With Haruka-chan, too, she always tells me how much she loves ya, and what you two do together, so don’t go worryin’ about whether yer bein’ a good dad or not.”
Kiryu smiled against Majima’s neck, breathing out softly, “Good… that’s good, I’m glad she’s happy… but sometimes I don’t know what to do…”
“Heh, understandable. I don’t blame ya, raisin’ a kid is bound to be hard. I always wanted a kid, but after I lost my eye… well, I ain’t so handsome anymore,” Majima mumbled bemusedly, his gaze fixed on the dark ceiling. It was so warm, so cozy under the covers with Kiryu… hell, it felt like he was hugging onto him for heat!
Kiryu shifted, lifting himself up. He grabbed Majima’s cheek, moving his head to match their gazes. “Don’t say that,” he frowned, caressing the older man’s cheekbone with his thumb. “You know it’s not true.”
“Heh, ya flatter me, Kazuma-kun~”
“You are really handsome. And you look good all the time.”
“Even now?” Majima blinked, his breath caught in his throat. He’d taken his eyepatch off earlier, a little hesitant, per usual, and he felt naked without it despite Kiryu being fine with it.
Kiryu leaned over, pressing a light kiss against the corner of Majima’s scarred eye, his lips barely grazing the skin. The feeling sent shocks through his lips, and a warmth bloomed in Majima’s chest. “Even now.”
Then, the Mad Dog pulled him in for a kiss, deep yet tired. Every part of his body and brain just screamed Kiryu!! , his hand trailing Kiryu’s muscular bicep, finding its way to his chest. “I love these tits of yer’s.”
Kiryu fixed him with a confused and worried look. “Alright, Majima-san.” He lowered himself back down next to him, his breathing irregular, hand gripping the smaller man’s waist once more.
“Hey, Kiryu-chan, what’re ya thinkin’ of doin’ next?” Majima asked, his voice hushed.
Kiryu buried his head back into the crook of Majima’s neck, sighing heavily in thought. “Probably move away. Too much trouble for her here…”
“Mm… alright..” Majima sighed, allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts for a little bit. The thought of losing Kiryu again…fear struck hot like lightning in his stomach, fizzling out into the rest of his abdomen. “I plan on stayin’ in Kamurocho. Ain’t much else to do, and I definitely ain’t goin’ back to Sotenbori.”
Kiryu yawned, pressing a gentle kiss to the other’s neck afterwards. “What if… you came with us?”
The words coiled around Majima’s ear, dizzyingly, like he’d been smacked in the face hard . “C-could I?”
“If that’s okay with you, Goro.”
“Then… then count me in, Kazuma.”
Kiryu lifted himself up for the last time that night, kissing Majima gently. Softly. He’d always lead with the gentle kisses, as if he was taking all of Majima in at once, despite the two already having shared too many to count. Majima felt like he knew his lover’s body well by now, but it was as if everything was still new to Kiryu; like it was his first time.
Kiryu fell asleep pretty quickly, lost in Majima’s warmth and gentle, safe hold on him; their legs entangled and hands clasped together, digits intertwined. The one-eyed man followed him to dreamland soon after, but not before realising that he’d never want to be anywhere else; resting with the love of his life, making plans to live together - happily, free from the danger that was yakuza.
How tooth-rottingly domestic.