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[fishikiyama]

Returning the kiss the man seated in the wheelchair gave a wry laugh. "You should try rolling your tongue when you say my name like that Goro." He shot back softly, a south pout rested upon his face as the other disappeared out of view to push the wheelchair forward. "Let's head out to Kamurocho, its been to long since I've been there.."

Taking in a breath he closed his eyes, the sounds of the nature around them was much more peaceful. "I'm glad to be home you know... I missed all of it." He took a deep breath in lifting his hand to place it upon the others.

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Hot breath that smelled of tobacco on his face made Nishiki huff out a bit, His head shook. “You’ll get it someday.” He laughed softly into the kiss, he loved the Mad Dog and all his huge appetite for sex. The teasing between the two never ending. “You might not want to tempt me Goro I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” Had Majima really wanted anything from the koi he’d give it.

Brown eyes widened when the other listed off the various items. “I’m not getting a multi tool as an arm.” Huffing out his breath Nishiki scoffed. “A cock ring?” He sputtered out taking a few steps forward. “You’ve got some wild dreams you know that… How would I get a swiss army knife and a cock ring? I’ll cut it off before I’m able to do the other.”

Making his way over to the wheelchair the male lowered himself down slowly. His brow furrowed a bit. “Carriage? Wow far did the fairy godmother fall? Did she forget what a carriage is?”

What Nishiki and Majima envisioned were inevitably very different, and the one-eyed man cackled. The possibilities were endless - he was almost envious that he hadn’t the option himself.  Shuffling back into his own clothes - opting for a white shirt instead of the usual snakeskin - he stuffed his wallet into his pocket and patted around for some change.

“Oi oi, keep your voice down, granny’ll be upset if she hears ya.” Bending to grab Nishiki’s shoes and drop them in his lap, he kicked his own boots on and stood back, arms folded. “Nothin’ else ya need, is there?”

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"How in the hell do you fall in love with a girl within a few short days Majima-san? That's what confuses me. Was it because you have a knack for things just as broken if not more broken then you?" He raised a brow, once Nishiki got started there was no stopping him. "Makoto is better off without you anyways at least her new man wouldn't put her through danger like you did."

Staring at Majima with a determined look in his brown eyes Nishikiyama simply laughed. "List of conquests? What do you mean by that? If you meant sex, or love then I wouldn't touch ya with a 10 foot pole." He knew no fear anymore.

"What you'll kill me? Don't think your boss would like that very much Majima-san." Curling his top lip up he scowled at the grin he was given. "How would you like to spend another year or so in the hole hm?"

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Seeing the sudden change in Majima’s face made Nishiki crack a toothy smile. His brown eyes full of bittersweet excitement. Majima wasn’t the only one who couldn’t protect the person he loved the most. Yumi disappeared after that fateful night, she never showed her face around again, but with his situation he became numb to the feeling. “Still hurt to talk about her? I bet she’s happy as she possibly can be Majima.”

At the others mention of Reina, Nishiki rolled his eyes back stepping forward just one step at a time. “I don’t cry in her tits, but at least I’ve got someone to go to. What or who do you have? Your best friend Kiryu is in prison for killing the Dojima, again something you couldn’t do because you’d rather listen to Sera then end him yourself.”

Flicking his tongue out Nishiki gave a soft laugh when the phlegm hit his shoe. Kicking it out he kicked the disgusting gob off and scowled a bit. “What will happen if I don’t stop?”

Head lowered to glare sourly at the shorter man, a ripple of disdain crossed Majima’s lips. “I hope she is and you better leave her outta this.” He could hardly pretend like it hadn’t cut right through him.  He reached behind his back, arguably scratching, but checking for the decorated hilt of his tanto.  He’d have Nishikiyama’s tongue sooner than let it sully Makoto’s name.

He watched as the other approached, fearless. “She always was a better hit than you.  Sweet talk me all you like, Nishikiyama, I ain’t addin’ my name to your list of conquests.” It was easier to change the subject than allow the blows to glance off his hard-worn armour.

Running his tongue around his teeth, Majima’s mouth stretched into a grin which didn’t touch his eyes. “You really wanna find out…?”

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Brown eyes looked up half filled with pain half with anger. "Maybe I fucking will, you would get a laugh wouldn't you?" His tone was full of mostly anger. He hated fighting with the Mad Dog, he never knew when to shut the hell up. Pushing past him to slip on his shoes he winced a bit.

"Pathetic? Hah..." He said nothing more before he pulled the door open and stormed from the apartment, something he shouldn't have done. Once he made it to the stairs he's knees felt weak again, like they had when he was first released from the hospital. Gritting his teeth together the koi made his way down the first step and then the second. "Fucking asshole..." He whispered under his breath as he gripped the railing on the stairs.

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When he heard the bang on the door he quickly stood and opened it. Grabbing a hold of Majima’s snake skinned jacket he pulled him back. “No you’re not leaving angry, we are going to talk about it…” He stared wide eyed at him, the tears still rolling down his cheeks. Dropping his hand he gritted his teeth before heading to the bedroom. “Know what never fucking mind.”

“I’m going for a drink…” He pulled on his suit his one hand struggled to button it as he shook his head. “So I don’t plan on waiting up, I’ll probably be off my damn rocker when you get back. Have fun.” He spat the words as if they were posion. “There’s nothing that I can say that will make this better.”

Shrugging out of Nishiki’s grasp with a sneer, the Mad Dog scoffed as the other stalked away from him. “Hah, and they say I’m the rabid one.” Looming in the bedroom doorway, Majima spat venom and brimstone. “Go on, piss off out. Try not to fall down the stairs.” The sight of him fighting with his own clothing sparked a joyous little schadenfreude in the back of Majima’s brain. Served him right.

“Gunna race me to the front door are yah? Pathetic.” A lover’s tiff, perhaps, but Majima had never learned when to stop.

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When he heard the bang on the door he quickly stood and opened it. Grabbing a hold of Majima's snake skinned jacket he pulled him back. "No you're not leaving angry, we are going to talk about it..." He stared wide eyed at him, the tears still rolling down his cheeks. Dropping his hand he gritted his teeth before heading to the bedroom. "Know what never fucking mind."

"I'm going for a drink..." He pulled on his suit his one hand struggled to button it as he shook his head. "So I don't plan on waiting up, I'll probably be off my damn rocker when you get back. Have fun." He spat the words as if they were posion. "There's nothing that I can say that will make this better."

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Nishiki pulled himself to his feet and sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “It wasn’t intentional Goro.” Annoyance riddled his voice as he lingered in the living area for a moment, waiting for the other to disappear behind the closed door of the bed he scurried to the bathroom, and slammed the door turning the lock.

Doing something he vowed he wouldn’t he clenched his hand into a fist and slide his body down to the floor. Tears began to freely down his cheeks, he felt a wave of sadness sweep over him. He fucked up and there was no fixing it. “I’m not hungry…” Mumbling under he breath to keep his voice from cracking.

Yanking his pants on, Majima scoffed loudly when he heard the bathroom door slam shut behind him. “Ahh, grow up,” he spat, loud enough that he was certain Nishiki could hear him from the other side of the door. Taking another look at the bite as he passed the mirror, he strutted back past the bathroom door and slammed a fist on it harshly, just because.

Rinsing the wound in the kitchen sink with a shake of his head, he pulled his jacket on, glowering when the collar was not high enough to hide the bite.

“Don’t wait up.”

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Watching Majima shuffle back into his clothes Nishiki nearly pouted, he wasn't used to not seeing the others tanned chest. His brown eyes watched every movement of him, he was graceful yet rough. Every movement seemed to go with the others rough attitude.

Once the shoes were dropped on his lap Nishiki used his good hand to slide them on. It was fairly easy for him to do one handed. Looking up at the other he giggled. "Granny won't get mad at me, she loves me too much." Winking at the other he shook his head. "I need one last thing.... You." He was joking of course.

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Hot breath that smelled of tobacco on his face made Nishiki huff out a bit, His head shook. “You’ll get it someday.” He laughed softly into the kiss, he loved the Mad Dog and all his huge appetite for sex. The teasing between the two never ending. “You might not want to tempt me Goro I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” Had Majima really wanted anything from the koi he’d give it.

Brown eyes widened when the other listed off the various items. “I’m not getting a multi tool as an arm.” Huffing out his breath Nishiki scoffed. “A cock ring?” He sputtered out taking a few steps forward. “You’ve got some wild dreams you know that… How would I get a swiss army knife and a cock ring? I’ll cut it off before I’m able to do the other.”

Making his way over to the wheelchair the male lowered himself down slowly. His brow furrowed a bit. “Carriage? Wow far did the fairy godmother fall? Did she forget what a carriage is?”

What Nishiki and Majima envisioned were inevitably very different, and the one-eyed man cackled. The possibilities were endless - he was almost envious that he hadn’t the option himself.  Shuffling back into his own clothes - opting for a white shirt instead of the usual snakeskin - he stuffed his wallet into his pocket and patted around for some change.

“Oi oi, keep your voice down, granny’ll be upset if she hears ya.” Bending to grab Nishiki’s shoes and drop them in his lap, he kicked his own boots on and stood back, arms folded. “Nothin’ else ya need, is there?”

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Seeing the sudden change in Majima's face made Nishiki crack a toothy smile. His brown eyes full of bittersweet excitement. Majima wasn't the only one who couldn't protect the person he loved the most. Yumi disappeared after that fateful night, she never showed her face around again, but with his situation he became numb to the feeling. "Still hurt to talk about her? I bet she's happy as she possibly can be Majima."

At the others mention of Reina, Nishiki rolled his eyes back stepping forward just one step at a time. "I don't cry in her tits, but at least I've got someone to go to. What or who do you have? Your best friend Kiryu is in prison for killing the Dojima, again something you couldn't do because you'd rather listen to Sera then end him yourself."

Flicking his tongue out Nishiki gave a soft laugh when the phlegm hit his shoe. Kicking it out he kicked the disgusting gob off and scowled a bit. "What will happen if I don't stop?"

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A laugh emitted from slightly part lips as he watched the reaction of the goons. The adrenaline flowed through Nishikiyama’s bloodstream. “To the next fucker who tries to kill me, may he have some good luck and a pair of balls.” Soft laughter emitted from parted lips as he felt the knife move from his neck.

Feeling the foot against his back made him cackle softly. “Remind me Majima, how exactly did you climb the ranks? Ah that’s right you went from being a prisoner in Sotenbori, a lap dog to the Omi alliance. Your story is heart wrenching Majima-san though I do believe my favorite part is the fact that you couldn’t protect her.” Standing to his feet a relaxed smile never leaving his lips as he spun to look at the Mad Dog. “I’m not waiting for them to die, I’m just taking it one step at a time. This fight was enjoyable to say the least, and if you’re ever giving lessons I’d pay top dollar for them.” He ached but he didn’t want to show it much.

About to chime back smugly, a change came over Majima at the nameless mention of Makoto - a visible, frightful tightening of the face. His single eye bulged and then narrowed, a nasty lunar eclipse. Kindled anger lit up like the prize claim on a one-eyed bandit — Nishiki had hit the jackpot. It had been ten-odd years since that time, and while he had made the conscious decision to leave most of it behind, Makoto’s fate was a ragged chink in Majima’s cackling armour into which Nishiki drove the knife and twisted.

“I didn’t see you doin’ shit all but crying into Reina’s tits back then, Nishiki,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re still doin’, most nights.” Controlling himself became a fight; he could feel his abdomen pulsing with a rage he knew he couldn’t afford to act upon.

He turned his head slightly and spat - a gob of red-flecked phlegm landing on the toe of Nishiki’s pointed left shoe. “Quit while you’re ahead.”

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Hot breath that smelled of tobacco on his face made Nishiki huff out a bit, His head shook. "You'll get it someday." He laughed softly into the kiss, he loved the Mad Dog and all his huge appetite for sex. The teasing between the two never ending. "You might not want to tempt me Goro I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Had Majima really wanted anything from the koi he'd give it.

Brown eyes widened when the other listed off the various items. "I'm not getting a multi tool as an arm." Huffing out his breath Nishiki scoffed. "A cock ring?" He sputtered out taking a few steps forward. "You've got some wild dreams you know that... How would I get a swiss army knife and a cock ring? I'll cut it off before I'm able to do the other."

Making his way over to the wheelchair the male lowered himself down slowly. His brow furrowed a bit. "Carriage? Wow far did the fairy godmother fall? Did she forget what a carriage is?"

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Nishiki’s cheeks flushed, he knew his lover was out there but he didn’t expect him to dip down and press a kiss to his buttocks. “Jesus Goro!” He squeaked out softly, breathing out through his nose. Once the other began to zip and button his pants he shook his head. “Let me get better at walking so that I can get crippled again when we do stuff like that.” He crinkled his nose a bit.

“Yeah, a prosthetic that has some movement. I just don’t know how much it will cost.” His brow furrowed, the place where his arm once was ached. “Still think I should get a hook instead? I’ll be like that American movie… IH Peter Pan. Pirates for days huh?” Once the jacket was on Nishiki stood to his feet and leaned on Majima ever so gently.

Pausing in his task, Majima rose up suddenly on his fingertips and leaned over the other, cigarette-heavy breath hot against Nishiki’s face. “Heh,” he leered, “I can’t wait.” He was a man of appetite, and no mistake, but the brute kiss to Nishiki’s lips was pursued by something softer. He had waited six months already; he could wait another six.

Standing back, he chuckled. “Forget the price tag. How about a Swiss Army knife? Bottle opener, built-in chopsticks, switchblade…” He began to move away a little, beckoning the other man with him. “Lighter, wire stripper, cock ring…” Stepping ahead a little, he grabbed hold of the wheelchair and with some effort, turned it round in the narrow hallway.

“C’mon Cinderella, your carriage awaits. Let’s eat.”

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Nishiki's cheeks flushed, he knew his lover was out there but he didn't expect him to dip down and press a kiss to his buttocks. "Jesus Goro!" He squeaked out softly, breathing out through his nose. Once the other began to zip and button his pants he shook his head. "Let me get better at walking so that I can get crippled again when we do stuff like that." He crinkled his nose a bit.

"Yeah, a prosthetic that has some movement. I just don't know how much it will cost." His brow furrowed, the place where his arm once was ached. "Still think I should get a hook instead? I'll be like that American movie... IH Peter Pan. Pirates for days huh?" Once the jacket was on Nishiki stood to his feet and leaned on Majima ever so gently.

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Nishiki scowled a bit, and his head shook back and forth. “You better do them right then.” It was all in good fun, though deep down inside he did hope that someday it would actually happen.

“I wouldn’t be so sure Goro.” Flashing a smile the thin framed male shook his head. “Those damn lions probably weight ten times what you do.. You’re like a beanpole..” It wasn’t like Nishiki had any room to actually talk. He was skinner than Majima by a long shot.

Feet threatening to give beneath him Nishiki simply laughed. “You betcha it got breezy.. Hell those assholes for the first two months wouldn’t let me get up to use the bathroom so I had one of them bed pan things and a robe that opened in the back. I’m sure the nurses got a good view of my ass.” Lip curling up he shook his head.

As he took the pants from Majima he used the others advice to lean on him. First putting in his left leg and then his right. Pulling them up to waist level he sat back down on the bed. “You’re going to have to button them..”

“Hey, it’s not a bad view…” Majima ducked away, coiling down and around until he could press a rough kiss to one of Nishiki’s buttocks with a grin. Letting the other sit, he bent forward to obey, tugging at the fabric to button and zip it. “This feels backwards,” he smirked, “Ain’t I meant to be tearin’ these off ya?” Soon, soon, everything in time.

“So what’d they say about that arm, you gunna get somethin’ in its place or what?” He offered the suit jacket and then rummaged in an unpacked box of effects for a boutonnière pin which he used to secure the heavy jacket to the suit beneath in order to keep it from slipping from Nishiki’s shoulder.

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Nishiki scowled a bit, and his head shook back and forth. "You better do them right then." It was all in good fun, though deep down inside he did hope that someday it would actually happen.

"I wouldn't be so sure Goro." Flashing a smile the thin framed male shook his head. "Those damn lions probably weight ten times what you do.. You're like a beanpole.." It wasn't like Nishiki had any room to actually talk. He was skinner than Majima by a long shot.

Feet threatening to give beneath him Nishiki simply laughed. "You betcha it got breezy.. Hell those assholes for the first two months wouldn't let me get up to use the bathroom so I had one of them bed pan things and a robe that opened in the back. I'm sure the nurses got a good view of my ass." Lip curling up he shook his head.

As he took the pants from Majima he used the others advice to lean on him. First putting in his left leg and then his right. Pulling them up to waist level he sat back down on the bed. "You're going to have to button them.."

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A shiver ran down Nishiki’s spine, no matter how much Majima touched him he’d never get used to the sensation. “Nope not enough, ya gotta get down on one knee and profess your love that way.” He was joking of course, though somewhere deep inside he wondered if that would ever come come to pass.

The moment Majima climbed from the bed Nishiki shook his head. “Nah, see I’d train em to only go after you.” Letting out a soft laugh Nishikiyama blinked. “They might be lazy, but they’re strong… And huge assholes.”

Nishiki held the underwear in his hand for a moment studying them. Dipping down he pulled the underwear onto one leg and then the other before standing to his feet and pulling them up. “Damn, I forgot how comfortable normal underwear feels!” A smile cracked across his lips.

“Oi, I’ll do your shoelaces later.” Majima smirked wryly, well aware of exactly what Nishiki meant.

Considering this revelation about lions - marble lions in particular - the one-eyed man tossed his head. “Bet I’m an even huge-r asshole.” He probably wouldn’t think twice about taking one on if it landed in the colosseum ring ahead of him, either.

Majima reached for Nishiki as he got to his feet, hands touched to his torso gently - not taking his weight, but ready to catch him if he wobbled. “Heh, oh man, bet they’ve had you in gowns this whole damn time, right? Don’t that get a bit… breezy?”

He grabbed the suit trousers and offered them over. “Lean on me if you need to.”

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A shiver ran down Nishiki's spine, no matter how much Majima touched him he'd never get used to the sensation. "Nope not enough, ya gotta get down on one knee and profess your love that way." He was joking of course, though somewhere deep inside he wondered if that would ever come come to pass.

The moment Majima climbed from the bed Nishiki shook his head. "Nah, see I'd train em to only go after you." Letting out a soft laugh Nishikiyama blinked. "They might be lazy, but they're strong... And huge assholes."

Nishiki held the underwear in his hand for a moment studying them. Dipping down he pulled the underwear onto one leg and then the other before standing to his feet and pulling them up. "Damn, I forgot how comfortable normal underwear feels!" A smile cracked across his lips.

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“Of course you’re worth it, but I think I’d have my ass handed to me even by a woman in this sorry state.”

Once their noses touched Nishiki crinkled his brown eyes searching into Majima’s good one. “Mmmm prove it, prove that you love me more.” Nishiki never knew nor expected to love anyone other than Yumi, or his Oath brother Kiryu but something about the eccentric side of Majima made him fall for him. Perfection.. Nishiki loved too much and too hard for his frail heart to handle. It always seemed to hurt in the end, but with Majima it was different. They were polar opposites, but they always did say opposites attract.

All those months ago when he choose to change the shitty destiny he had waiting for him, he didn’t think of Majima’s feelings. He was selfish and wanted things he couldn’t have, a look of regret passed over his face for all of a moment before he shook his head gently.

“Oh, trust me the lions definitely can run faster than me.” A crooked smile plastered his chapped lips. “Plus lions like to chase their prey and then play with it.” Dipping his head down he placed a soft kiss on Majima’s jugular. “You’re a lot like a lion yourself.” He whispered soft a giggle emitting from his lips. “So maybe when and if they catch you I’d be a death battle.”

Clambering onto the bed behind Nishiki, Majima reached around him to button the grey shirt. “Oi, I’m here ain’t I?” Leaning forward as if to rest his chin on Nishiki’s shoulder, he puffed a breath against his ear noisily. “Six months, I’ve been waitin’ for you, an’ that’s not enough?”

The teasing was good-natured, squeezing Nishiki’s shoulders before he slid back in front of the other and snickered. “Reckon they’ll be done chasin’ me once they catch you.” The comparison to a lion wasn’t one he’d heard before, but it wasn’t uncomplimentary. “Heh, ya think? See, I heard lions were lazy bastards…”

Pulling away, he retrieved the underwear and suit pants intended for Nishiki, offering them to the long-haired man with a shrug. “Gunna hafta get up to get these on.”

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"Of course you're worth it, but I think I'd have my ass handed to me even by a woman in this sorry state."

Once their noses touched Nishiki crinkled his brown eyes searching into Majima's good one. "Mmmm prove it, prove that you love me more." Nishiki never knew nor expected to love anyone other than Yumi, or his Oath brother Kiryu but something about the eccentric side of Majima made him fall for him. Perfection.. Nishiki loved too much and too hard for his frail heart to handle. It always seemed to hurt in the end, but with Majima it was different. They were polar opposites, but they always did say opposites attract.

All those months ago when he choose to change the shitty destiny he had waiting for him, he didn't think of Majima's feelings. He was selfish and wanted things he couldn't have, a look of regret passed over his face for all of a moment before he shook his head gently.

"Oh, trust me the lions definitely can run faster than me." A crooked smile plastered his chapped lips. "Plus lions like to chase their prey and then play with it." Dipping his head down he placed a soft kiss on Majima's jugular. "You're a lot like a lion yourself." He whispered soft a giggle emitting from his lips. "So maybe when and if they catch you I'd be a death battle."

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Looking at the shirts that hung in the back of the rack he furrowed his brow. Neither one really went with the black suit so he shrugged his bony shoulder. “I suppose the grey one would work..” A light chuckle emitted from his lips as Majima got close enough to pull close. Reaching his good arm out he grabbed the other and pressed his forehead against the others.

“You’re only allowed one wife Goro and it’s me.” He laughed as he craned his head up and placed a kiss upon Majima’s nose before letting him go. “Oh… You said I could pick out a new house yeah? How do you feel about heights?” A small smile spread thinly across his lips as looked at the other. “A penthouse would be fun to live in… I remember Kiryu telling me back when he did real estate for a while that Penthouses have expensive things in them. He told me the one that Tachibana lived in was especially nice with lions and other various statues around.” If it wasn’t apparent enough, he wanted the finer things in life. Even now.

The movement was simple and fond, their two faces plane to plane with amusement.  Grinning, Majima’s eye glinted when Nishiki planted a kiss to the tip of his crooked nose. “Alright, Alright… I’ll tell the others to get lost.” I love you. When he looked back at the other, he saw past the scars into the mischievous, funny and sweet individual behind them, somehow still there after all this time locked away.  Man, did he have a sweet tooth that nobody else needed to know about.

Holding up the grey shirt for Nishiki to slip into, Majima narrowed his eyes slightly, preemptively amused by the slyness in the other’s voice.  Already this sounded like a loaded question. “Ya can live in a hot air balloon if ya like, Akkun, but we ain’t living with marble lions.  What do they even eat?”

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"Good, because I don't wanna have to kick someone's ass to just lay next to you." He sounded playful, the dim lighting caused his brown eyes to glisten. Everything about this day made Nishiki feel a bit like his old self. A young happy, mischievous male. Watching the other move away from him he puckered out his lip. "I love you Goro..."

Slipping his good arm into the shirt he frowned. Half of him wanted to slip the arm that no longer existed into the shirt as well. His brow furrowed, causing a crease to form around his nose. "The marble lions will eat you." He laughed, the way the light framed his skinny face made him seem like an angel wrapped in human skin.

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Looking at the shirts that hung in the back of the rack he furrowed his brow. Neither one really went with the black suit so he shrugged his bony shoulder. “I suppose the grey one would work..” A light chuckle emitted from his lips as Majima got close enough to pull close. Reaching his good arm out he grabbed the other and pressed his forehead against the others.

“You’re only allowed one wife Goro and it’s me.” He laughed as he craned his head up and placed a kiss upon Majima’s nose before letting him go. “Oh… You said I could pick out a new house yeah? How do you feel about heights?” A small smile spread thinly across his lips as looked at the other. “A penthouse would be fun to live in… I remember Kiryu telling me back when he did real estate for a while that Penthouses have expensive things in them. He told me the one that Tachibana lived in was especially nice with lions and other various statues around.” If it wasn’t apparent enough, he wanted the finer things in life. Even now.

The movement was simple and fond, their two faces plane to plane with amusement.  Grinning, Majima’s eye glinted when Nishiki planted a kiss to the tip of his crooked nose. “Alright, Alright… I’ll tell the others to get lost.” I love you. When he looked back at the other, he saw past the scars into the mischievous, funny and sweet individual behind them, somehow still there after all this time locked away.  Man, did he have a sweet tooth that nobody else needed to know about.

Holding up the grey shirt for Nishiki to slip into, Majima narrowed his eyes slightly, preemptively amused by the slyness in the other’s voice.  Already this sounded like a loaded question. “Ya can live in a hot air balloon if ya like, Akkun, but we ain’t living with marble lions.  What do they even eat?”

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Nishiki pulled himself to his feet and sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. "It wasn't intentional Goro." Annoyance riddled his voice as he lingered in the living area for a moment, waiting for the other to disappear behind the closed door of the bed he scurried to the bathroom, and slammed the door turning the lock.

Doing something he vowed he wouldn't he clenched his hand into a fist and slide his body down to the floor. Tears began to freely down his cheeks, he felt a wave of sadness sweep over him. He fucked up and there was no fixing it. "I'm not hungry..." Mumbling under he breath to keep his voice from cracking.

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Nishiki pulled back and sighed as he shook his head a bit. He never realized what he was doing being so caught up in the moment. “I’m sorry Goro I didn’t mean… I didn’t realize how hard I bit you.” Turning his face away he dropped his hand that was slapped around and sighed. Leaning back on it.

“I suppose I ruined the moment huh?..” His voice dropped and his found their way to the floor. Being as wild as he was acting wasn’t in Nishiki’s personality, he wanted to try something new but already fucked it up. Turning his face back to look at the other he reached his hand up for a moment before he dropped it again.

“Mate.” Majima drew his hand back, looking at the stained ring left behind on his palm as he got to his feet. “Here’s me thinkin’ I was the dumb one.” Replacing his grip over the mark, he stretched out his shoulders with some effort and grunting.  Shooting a scowl at the other, he stepped out into the bathroom to assess the damage.

“I ain’t ya damn dinner, Akira.” He liked a little pain as much as the next guy, more so, actually, but this came as something of a betrayal. “Food in the fridge if yer hungry, I’m goin’ out.” Muttering under his breath, he disappeared into the bedroom to find his clothes.

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Looking at the shirts that hung in the back of the rack he furrowed his brow. Neither one really went with the black suit so he shrugged his bony shoulder. "I suppose the grey one would work.." A light chuckle emitted from his lips as Majima got close enough to pull close. Reaching his good arm out he grabbed the other and pressed his forehead against the others.

"You're only allowed one wife Goro and it's me." He laughed as he craned his head up and placed a kiss upon Majima's nose before letting him go. "Oh... You said I could pick out a new house yeah? How do you feel about heights?" A small smile spread thinly across his lips as looked at the other. "A penthouse would be fun to live in... I remember Kiryu telling me back when he did real estate for a while that Penthouses have expensive things in them. He told me the one that Tachibana lived in was especially nice with lions and other various statues around." If it wasn't apparent enough, he wanted the finer things in life. Even now.

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Allowing some of his weight to lean on Majima Nishiki smiled at the small kissed placed upon his forehead. “I gotta be able to chase you so… Even if it hurts I’m going to push myself until I can’t anymore.” His brown eyes studied the bedroom, it was filled with a rather large bed, a soft chuckle emitted from his lips. “Why did you need such a big bed?”

“I suppose the black one… The ‘red’ one reminds me too much of the old times..” Taking a deep breath through his nose Nishikiyama shook his head. The hair falling on either side of his small framed face. “You need a wider Variety of clothes Goro.”

Looking at the bed, the one-eyed man shrugged. “Fit all my wives in, obviously.”  It was a bit ridiculous - it took up most of the room, a space which wasn’t terribly large to begin with.  That was presumably why they hadn’t been able to fit a real wardrobe in, and instead left him with the rack on which his clothing haphazardly hung.

“Oi, ya lucky you got so much as a stitch to wear.”  Retrieving the selected suit and laying it on the bed beside Nishiki, Majima chuckled dryly. He neglected to mention that he’d picked up the two suits specifically for Nishiki because he’d thought he might like them.  He’d never really understood Nishiki’s fashion sense - he talked a big game about elegance and the appropriate cut of a suit, but his choices were always left field.

“Which shirt?”

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Nishiki pulled back and sighed as he shook his head a bit. He never realized what he was doing being so caught up in the moment. "I'm sorry Goro I didn't mean... I didn't realize how hard I bit you." Turning his face away he dropped his hand that was slapped around and sighed. Leaning back on it.

"I suppose I ruined the moment huh?.." His voice dropped and his found their way to the floor. Being as wild as he was acting wasn't in Nishiki's personality, he wanted to try something new but already fucked it up. Turning his face back to look at the other he reached his hand up for a moment before he dropped it again.

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The feeling of hitting the floor almost knocked the breath from Nishiki’s lungs. Moving so that he could sit up a bit more he smirked at his lover. “Oh, am I now?” Leaning close he sank his straight teeth through the others skin on his neck, his hand that was coiled in Majima’s hair pulled so that he could have more area.

The moment he sank his teeth into the others neck he felt the rough skin break beneath the white teeth. The taste of copper engulfed his mouth, and the smell hit his flared out nostrils as he pulled back. Licking the blood that seeped through the bite mark. Dropping his hand so that it could cradle Majima’s thigh he used what strength he could to push it out from around him.

Once that was done the hand snaked around Majima’s tattooed back, Nishiki met the others gaze with hungry eyes. Majima had just gave him all the advantage he needed. Pulling Majima’s body against his own he laughed ever so softly. His teeth grazing the males ear as he spoke in a low gruff voice. “You’ll give into me.” Closing his teeth against the others earlobe he pulled it gently.

The hand that was wrapped around the others small frame seemed to run down his back until he found it. Jackpot. Using his index and middle finger Nishiki spread the others cheeks and sank his teeth into his shoulder this time. His brown hues fluttered closed as he continued the journey with his hand. Once he made it to the destination he ran a finger around the hole attempting to tease the Mad Dog.

Allowing himself to be pulled with some residual amusement, Majima stretched out his neck and closed his eye when Nishiki’s teeth sank into the pale skin. What he wasn’t expecting with the pop of flesh which came next, the flash of pain which led him to wonder if Nishiki had actually just bitten a chunk out of him.

Mouth open, he clamped a hand over the bite, staring at the red on the other man’s teeth as if he didn’t recognise him. No skin had come loose, but tearing teeth left weeping holes. “Woah, boy. Down boy. We’re not… Nah. Nah, you’re not doin’ that again.” Wherever easy place he had been a moment ago was gone now, slapping Nishiki’s hand sharply away as it coiled around to tease at him.

“I ain’t kiddin’.” He stretched the skin of his neck to try and look down at the bite, failing with a bitter curl of his lips. “You wanna draw blood, you are damn well gunna warn me first.”

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Allowing some of his weight to lean on Majima Nishiki smiled at the small kissed placed upon his forehead. "I gotta be able to chase you so... Even if it hurts I'm going to push myself until I can't anymore." His brown eyes studied the bedroom, it was filled with a rather large bed, a soft chuckle emitted from his lips. "Why did you need such a big bed?"

"I suppose the black one... The 'red' one reminds me too much of the old times.." Taking a deep breath through his nose Nishikiyama shook his head. The hair falling on either side of his small framed face. "You need a wider Variety of clothes Goro."

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“I still say no to the threesome.” He huffed out, his good arm crossing over his chest, almost as if he’d forgotten about only having one arm. When he realized what he had done he dropped it and laughed softly. “You know Nishida probably has a life too right?” Puckering his lips out Nishikiyama huffed.

His shoulders seemed to slump down as Majima spoke, he could hear the joking tone of voice but the words sent memories flashing before his eyes. “Yeah, yeah you’re right about that.” He huffed and closed his eyes to attempt to keep himself calm. Leaning his back against the chair he shook his head.

“I know Goro, just make sure you stay safe ‘Kay?” He smiled again before he looked up at him. “You almost done? I think I’m going to starve!” With those words his stomach growled in anticipation.

“Aw, why? It’d be fun.” When it was suggested that Nishida might actually have a life outside his day job, Majima snorted as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “No he ain’t. He’s got one job, an’ that’s doin’ everythin’ for me. Unless  - cus I think you’d look pretty good in one of them skirts - unless you wanna be my PA instead?”

Moving the hairdryer aside, Majima pressed a kiss to the top of Nishiki’s head. “Think you’re done, Akkun.” Letting the appliance swing to the floor by its cable, he slid his arms around the other man’s shoulders and squeezed him back against his chest with a yawn. “C’mon then, you’re makin’ me hungry too, all this talk about food…”

Padding to open the door opposite the bathroom, he nodded for the other to follow, waiting patiently for his weakened legs to make the journey.

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The feeling of hitting the floor almost knocked the breath from Nishiki's lungs. Moving so that he could sit up a bit more he smirked at his lover. "Oh, am I now?" Leaning close he sank his straight teeth through the others skin on his neck, his hand that was coiled in Majima's hair pulled so that he could have more area.

The moment he sank his teeth into the others neck he felt the rough skin break beneath the white teeth. The taste of copper engulfed his mouth, and the smell hit his flared out nostrils as he pulled back. Licking the blood that seeped through the bite mark. Dropping his hand so that it could cradle Majima's thigh he used what strength he could to push it out from around him.

Once that was done the hand snaked around Majima's tattooed back, Nishiki met the others gaze with hungry eyes. Majima had just gave him all the advantage he needed. Pulling Majima's body against his own he laughed ever so softly. His teeth grazing the males ear as he spoke in a low gruff voice. "You'll give into me." Closing his teeth against the others earlobe he pulled it gently.

The hand that was wrapped around the others small frame seemed to run down his back until he found it. Jackpot. Using his index and middle finger Nishiki spread the others cheeks and sank his teeth into his shoulder this time. His brown hues fluttered closed as he continued the journey with his hand. Once he made it to the destination he ran a finger around the hole attempting to tease the Mad Dog.

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Despite his small shape Nishiki still had the fiery passion burning deep inside him. Staring down as the male below him a dark smile cracked itself across his lips. “This is a fight I’m bound to win Goro. When I want something I won’t stop until I get it.” His tongue snaked out and licked his lips as he moved his hand.

Using his body weight to keep the thigh he reached up and pressed his palm against the center of Majima’s chest. “Adorable?” He questioned his brown eyes studied the others body as he grind a bit more, a smirk spread across his lips as he dipped down and pressed his lips against the others. “I believe it’s you being adorable.”

The hand that was placed upon Majima’s chest moved up to grab a hold of his hair. Pulling himself up a bit more Nishiki slammed his hips against the other.

This would be easier if Majima could keep himself from snickering. He bit down on his lower lip, a grunt sounding in the back of his throat in response to Nishiki’s touch. “Arrite, dare ya.”

Looking round briefly as if breaking some invisible fourth wall, the one-eyed man grinned, bemused at the other. He jerked as his hair was pulled, the motion breaking momentarily through the amusement written all over his face.  He felt the other slam against him, and reached an undignified decision.  Tightening that thigh around the other’s waist, he twisted his body, and with his slender lover coiled in his grasp, pitched the two of them off the sofa and onto the floor where he found himself on top of the other with a dangerous grin.

“C’mon, you’re sendin’ me to sleep here.”