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Kiryu throws a cautious look over his shoulder as he turns onto a side street, the steady footfalls growing louder as the fanfare of the busy street begins to fade. No one follows him to the side street, nor does he sense anything when he slips into the small gap between buildings that leads to a secluded alley with nothing but a few trash bins and abandoned boxes to keep him company. He stands still and waits a moment for something, anything to interrupt his peace, but nothing happens.
Kiryu leans against the wall and sighs in relief. He reaches into his jacket for his lighter and the crumpled pack of Seven Stars that’s been dwindling in supply. For the past 24 hours, he’s been bombarded by yakuza, over-eager street thugs, civilians in need, cabaret barkers, and, of course, Majima, the last of whom must have a tracking device on him because he seems to find Kiryu nearly anywhere at any time. It would be flattering if it wasn’t so exhausting.
It’s because of Majima that Kiryu’s cigarette count is so low. Every time Kiryu tried to take a moment for himself and enjoy a smoke, Majima would appear from thin air and his cigarette would be destroyed. Cigarettes #1, #4, and #5 were slashed to bits by Majima’s tanto; Cigarette #2 was drowned and mashed inside his char siu ramen; and Cigarette #3 went up in flames when Majima tossed it into an extremely flammable glass of whisky at Vincent. So Kiryu cradled his near-empty pack in his pocket the rest of the night, watching, waiting for a moment where he could finally have some peace and quiet to start (and finish) a well-deserved smoke. After an entire day of being wound up by Majima, he could use the stress relief.
He taps the bottom of the pack and the lone cigarette drops into his waiting hand. He wastes no time in placing the cigarette between his lips and engaging the soft click of the lighter at the tip’s end, pocketing it and the empty pack as the paper begins to burn. He closes his eyes and sucks the familiar treat greedily, letting a slow stream of smoke escape from his mouth into the night air. He feels the tension in his shoulders easing as the nicotine hits his bloodstream, the blissful pull of ecstasy entering his mouth and filling his lungs. Everything feels good, it’s euphoric, it’s heaven, it’s—
“Stop in the name of the law, Kiryu-chan!”
It’s ruined.
“Thought ya could get away with it, huh? Hidin’ from little ol’ me?”
It takes everything Kiryu has to not burst into flames. He sighs heavily as the tension returns to his muscles, at the inevitable twitch of his cock hardening at the shrill voice and hoping it goes unnoticed. He opens his eyes and lets a cloud of smoke unfurl from his lips into the grinning face of Officer Majima.
“What do you want, Majima-san?”
Majima’s eye glints like the shine of his blade. He leans in closer. “Ya know what I want, Kaz.”
“I’m not fighting you, niisan.”
“What? Who said anythin’ ‘bout a fight? Ya know the drill, I gotta search ya fer weapons.”
Kiryu shakes his head. “Please, Majima, don’t ruin this. I just want to smoke.”
“And I want ya to, Kiryu-chan!” Majima assures Kiryu, eye locked hungrily on his lips. “I just hafta do my job, I ain’t stoppin’ ya from smokin’…ya always look smokin’ hot, anyway, heh.”
Kiryu continues to smoke with his best Dragon of Dojima glare, but Officer Majima knows better. He can tell the man’s focus is being tested by his closeness. Kiryu breathes another steady stream of smoke into Majima’s face, who smirks before slapping his hands roughly onto Kiryu’s shoulders and spinning him around to face the alley wall.
Majima takes his time as a dutiful officer of the law should. He guides Kiryu’s hands above his head and sets his palms against the rough surface of the building, freeing Kiryu’s arms to the not-so-gentle pat down of Majima’s search. His hands squeeze Kiryu’s biceps and forearms more than necessary, feeling the concrete-like muscle of the arms that so often throw him around like he weighs nothing. He claws down Kiryu’s suited back as the man grumbles, grinning to himself at the thought of the beautiful Dragon hidden beneath the surface. Majima reaches the end and slips underneath the suit jacket to pat down around Kiryu’s hips, resting his chin on Kiryu’s shoulder as his hands snake around the man’s waist. His fingers brush over the well-defined V-shape that has tantalized his many fantasies, over each sharp abdominal muscle straining against the shirt fabric. When Majima lovingly fondles Kiryu’s bountiful chest, he realizes Kiryu’s grumblings now sound suspiciously like sighs of pleasure. He smirks as he catches Kiryu’s eyes fluttering, the cigarette still resting between his lips but now trying very hard not to tumble to the ground below.
Majima pulls away from the entertaining sight to continue his search south. He runs his strong hands down the outer edge of Kiryu’s legs, slowly trailing his fingertips higher as he draws up his inner thighs, squeezing Kiryu’s ass hard so his hands can better worship those perfectly delectable cheeks. It’s when he reaches Kiryu’s crotch that he finally finds the contraband he was looking for. Majima stands and spins him around again, tsking loudly.
“Oi, Kiryu-chan! Seems you’ve been hidin’ a biiiiiig weapon from me. That’s real naughty of ya!”
Kiryu breathes heavily in anticipation. He blinks at Majima and responds so adorably and so dumbly, as only his Kiryu-chan can.
“But I haven’t finished my cigarette yet.”
“I ain’t gonna deny a man like you what he deserves,” Majima tuts, falling to his knees on the mucky pavement. “Go ‘head, Imma keep goin’ with my investigation—“ he grins maniacally up at Kiryu—“unless ya wanna fight me instead?”
Kiryu doesn’t even pause to think. He shakes his head and thrusts his hips forward as Majima takes hold of his belt.
”I’ve got nothing to hide, niisan,” he whispers. “Keep going.”
There’s a shift then, a small imperceptible look in Majima’s eye that causes a visible shiver to run through Kiryu. It’s a look he recognizes from their many fights—predator hunting his prey. Somehow Kiryu manages not to lose his cigarette as Majima deftly unclasps Kiryu’s belt, then undoes the button and pulls down the zipper, allowing Majima to gently but firmly tug his pair of pants down and leaving Kiryu standing there in his briefs, at Majima’s mercy.
“Heh, thanks fer yer cooperation, Kiryu-chan,” he growls.
Majima bites his lip as Kiryu’s dick twitches for attention. He notices the growing wet spot of excitement leaking through the underwear and trails his fingers down Kiryu’s obvious erection, dragging his nails up the shaft then down, up again then down again, all while ignoring the sensitive head where Kiryu clearly wants him the most. Kiryu jumps when he squeezes his length all of a sudden, his grip light enough to avoid pain but hard enough to make it clear that Officer Majima is taking what he wants. He licks the sticky mess of precome and moans appreciatively at the salty taste, squeezing Kiryu again for good measure and lapping up the new pearly bead quickly forming at the tip. The fabric darkens further as he begins to mouth Kiryu’s dripping cock through the material, his shameless moans making Kiryu jump at the pleasurable vibrations coursing through him.
Majima keeps eye contact with him at every moment, his iris nearly non-existent as his pupil darkens deeply with arousal. It’s a heady combination for Kiryu to take in—Majima in uniform, Majima on his knees for him, Majima sloppily giving him head through his briefs and making it clear to anyone listening how much he’s enjoying himself, how obvious it is when he moves a hand south and begins thrusting his own stiff cock against his palm. Kiryu nearly bites through his cigarette to keep from filling the alley with Majima’s name, but somehow he manages to hold onto it. He can’t keep his breathing controlled, however, noticing the quick puffs of smoke leaving his lips while he pants heavily at the erotic sight before him.
When Majima yanks down Kiryu’s underwear, he gets smacked by the eager dick he always wants, that he’s always dreaming of tasting. The hunger within him is so insatiable that he decides one taste just isn’t enough, he needs the whole damn meal right fuckin’ now. He swallows him whole while his hand works at Kiryu’s balls, massaging them, stroking them, all pretense of a weapons search leaving their minds. Who knew their paths would lead to this dingy nook of Kamurocho, to Kiryu’s manhood getting serviced diligently by one of his greatest rivals? Kiryu’s dick is released with a pop into Majima’s hand as his balls are welcomed to the wet warmth of Majima’s mouth, the tender skin teased by the sharp edge of his teeth and worshipped by his wild tongue.
The Dragon of Dojima is so lost in his desire, lost in the incredible feel of Majima, in the dirty and not-so-private act they’re engaging in, in the way his blood boils and his toes curl at how amazing everything is, at the promise of finally getting a delicious release for the first time in ages. Fuck, this is better than a cigarette. His head lolls backward, eyes glazing over, chest heaving and lips pleading to Majima for more—
Majima stops. Kiryu shudders at the sudden chill upon his bare cock and balls left wet and wanting in the breeze. He blinks out of his stupor and looks down at Majima questioningly.
“Majima-san? Why did you—“
Kiryu pauses, realizing that he no longer has his cigarette.
“Oi, Kiryu-chan, ya can’t be pollutin’ the place on my watch,” Majima scolds playfully. He picks up the limp remains of the cigarette off the ground and places it between his own lips, smirking when he notices Kiryu’s cock twitching at the sight. He takes a long pull of the familiar brand as he rises to full height, smoke unfurling into Kiryu’s face from Majima’s mouth as he lets out a soft exhale. He leans forward and feels the needy press of Kiryu’s dick into his leg as he takes the cigarette from his mouth and returns it to Kiryu’s. Kiryu’s eyes flutter shut at Majima’s closeness, at the shared cigarette, at the taste of his cock on Majima’s breath now fanning his face. He leans forward shamelessly, pressing more of his dripping length into Majima for that exquisite pressure he needs, but the feeling is short-lived when Majima pulls away.
“Yer free to go.”
“Huh?” Kiryu mumbles. He opens his eyes to see the back of Officer Majima, now walking towards the exit. “Where are you going?”
“I said, yer free to go, Kiryu-chan,” Majima replies casually. “Gotta punish ya for litterin’, after all. Seems the best way to do that is t’ let yer dick suffer the consequences.”
“But Majima…”
“Sorry, Kazzy! Them’s the breaks.”
Majima waves a hand over his shoulder. Kiryu throws his head back against the wall in frustration.
“Niisan, please…” Kiryu whines.
“Can’t hear ya, litter bug!”
“GORO!”
The desperation in Kiryu’s voice makes the officer freeze. His cock bobbles in the cold air, his pride quickly abandoned for the much-needed return of Majima’s touch. Kiryu takes a deep breath, his skin blushing a bright shade of red as he pouts with the realization of what needs to be done.
“PLEASE COME BACK AND SUCK MY COCK!”
Majima spins around and dashes back to a begging Kiryu at a frighteningly inhuman speed. He falls to his knees and Kiryu jumps at the sudden relief of the officer’s mouth upon his dick once again. It’s warm, it’s rough, it’s too much and there’s the occasional reminder of Majima’s canines as he ushers Kiryu into his mouth over and over, but it’s altogether perfect and Kiryu prays he never stops. Majima seems to feel the same desperation as he digs his fingers into Kiryu’s ass and anchors him closer and ever so deeper into his eager throat, the sensation overwhelming in a way he never thought possible.
Kiryu’s groans of ecstasy echo in the alley alongside Majima’s sloppily wet enthusiasm. He’s in such a haze of pleasure that he can’t remember a time when he and Majima weren’t connected like this, when Majima’s nose wasn’t landing repeatedly in the coarse hair of his happy trail, when Majima’s senses weren’t so absolutely filled with his body. Kiryu doesn’t even realize he’s knocked Majima’s hat off his head until he hears him growl at his hair being gripped roughly, just the way he likes it, and decides to adjust his footing so Majima has his shoe to grind upon. He nearly chews his own cigarette when he earns a sharp smack on the ass for his trouble.
Kiryu’s thighs begin to tremble as he nears his peak. He guides Majima to a more brutal pace, feels the coil tightening in his gut as he watches Officer Majima sucking him off as he wildly fucks himself against Kiryu’s shoe. It only takes one more graze of Majima’s canines and a gag-induced deep throating for Kiryu’s body to seize with a sudden jolt as he comes. He can’t stop shaking while he comes and his vision goes white as he feels Majima sucking his prize dutifully, swallowing more and more until Kiryu’s cock has nothing left to give.
Kiryu’s chest continues to heave for breath when he feels Majima abandon his well-drained cock. He blinks his vision clear to see a panting Officer Majima face-to-face with him once more, a glossy sheen of spit and spend on his lips. He takes the long-suffering stub of a cigarette away from the corner of Kiryu’s mouth and kisses him hard and deeply, consuming Kiryu’s tongue as ruthlessly as he did his cock.
“Ya got one minute to catch yer breath,” Majima smirks.
“Then what?”
Click.
Kiryu looks down. He discovers a set of handcuffs in play, the cold metal connecting his bound wrist with Majima’s.
“Then I’m kickin’ yer ass fer litterin’.”