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The days following Nishitani's appearance had been a disaster of missing shipments, hostesses calling out sick, and guests causing problems left and right. Majima had bowed and scraped through one problem after another all day long, then gone back to his apartment every night to rebandage his still-healing knife wounds. He tried not to let himself even think about Makoto. Lee was watching over her for now and figuring out a way to smuggle her somewhere safer than Sotenbori.
It was the exact sort of bullshit week where he'd expect to see Sagawa, because Sagawa seemed to have a sixth sense for the worst possible times to make an appearance. When the floor manager quietly informed him not one but two guests were waiting in the office, Majima's heart dropped clear to his perfectly polished shoes.
Sagawa had never brought someone else before. In theory, it could be Shimano, here to grandstand and make Majima grovel in apology for a bit before taking him back to Tokyo. Majima knew with every fiber of his being that wasn't the case.
He took as long as he dared making sure everything was set up to run smoothly without him, and then walked steadily up to the office. Even before he reached the room he could hear an all-too-familiar loud, nasal laugh. Majima kept his hands steady as he opened the door. No matter what was going to happen inside, he wouldn't let them see him flinch.
The smell of smoke hit him as soon as he stepped in. Nishitani chattered away, gesturing with a mostly empty whiskey glass in hand, while Sagawa leaned back casually across from him with a cigarette. Between the two men was a table laden with food from what had to be a half-dozen different restaurants. Majima bowed deeply to them both, sinking himself fully into his cabaret manager facade, but barely got a glance in return.
They weren't even discussing Omi Alliance business or anything interesting, just the best places to get late-night street food. Majima waited. The conversation was mind-numbing and there wasn't a clock in his line of sight, so time slowed to a miserable crawl. His feet ached and the rich smell of grilled meat rising from the table threatened to make his stomach rumble.
Before Majima's body could betray him, Sagawa glanced at his watch and said, "I have something I need to go take care of, but I'll be back in a few hours. Feel free to stay if you want. Drinks are on the house."
Majima's fingers twitched. Even if making money had taken a backseat as of late, he couldn't stand to see Sagawa throw it away so casually — and on Nishitani of all people. Sagawa got up, said his goodbyes, and paused at Majima's side to clap a hand on his shoulder. "I better not hear a single complaint from him when I get back. You do whatever he wants, and no fighting. Got that?"
"Understood," Majima said, voice flat. Sagawa's breath smelled like smoke and fish, making a truly disgusting mix of scents with his too-strong cologne.
"You two enjoy yourselves," Sagawa said. Majima kept his face blank while he vividly imagined gutting Sagawa and dumping his body into the river. "You be good now, tiger." With one last painful dig of his fingers into Majima's shoulder, he left, and the lock on the door clicked shut.
"Tiger, huh?" Nishitani said. He dragged his eyes over Majima's body way, way too slowly and then let out another obnoxious laugh. "Doesn't really suit you right now, Majima-kun. You're meek as a little housecat when your master's around, eh?"
Majima stayed silent. A few hours, Sagawa had said. Unless Nishitani was going to try to kill him, he could survive anything for a few hours and Nishitani didn't look like he was in a killing mood. He looked... a little drunk, though half of that was from his loose sprawl across the couch. Happy, maybe, but like a loan shark who'd finally cornered a tricky debtor.
Whatever price Majima was going to pay would probably come out of his hide, but that was nothing new.
Nishitani tossed back the last of his drink and set the empty glass down on the table hard enough to make the ice cubes rattle. "Here, kitty, kitty," he crooned, crooking one finger at Majima with an obnoxious grin. Majima took one step forward, but Nishitani shook his head. "Now, now, Majima-kun. Cats don't walk on two legs, do they?"
Attempts at humiliation were nothing new for Majima, even if the specifics of this one were. The faster he played along, the faster it would be over and he could get back to his shitty apartment to grab a few hours of sleep.
Majima sank to his hands and knees, and crawled over to Nishitani's side. The angle and the table would make it hard for him to get a clean kick off, but Majima kept a close eye on his feet anyway.
"So obedient," Nishitani said. Even without looking up, Majima could hear his smile. "I think that deserves a treat. Let's see... all cats like fish, right?" He leaned forward and plucked something off of one of the trays, then lowered his hand in front of Majima's face to reveal a small piece of grilled fish.
The smell made Majima's mouth water. He sat back on his heels, but as soon as he lifted a hand, Nishitani pulled the food away. When Majima returned both hands on the floor, Nishitani brought it back, closer to his mouth this time. Majima leaned forward slowly and picked the fish up with his teeth, careful not to even graze Nishitani's palm.
Majima closed his eye for a moment, savoring the sharp flavor of smoke as he chewed on the soft fish. "There you go, good boy," Nishitani murmured. "Would you like more?"
Every instinct Majima had told him it was a trap. Nishitani was going to hit him, or stab him, or feed him the contents of the ashtray, or just shove his dick down Majima's throat the second he got the chance. That was the sort of thing people did, when they had Majima in their power.
Nishitani waited with a stillness Majima wouldn't have guessed was possible for him. When Majima's eye flicked over to the food, Nishitani let out a low, fond chuckle. "You would, wouldn't you?" Nishitani said. "How about some meat this time?" He picked up a beautiful yakitori skewer and pulled a single piece free, offering it up to Majima in his palm again.
The second time was easier. Majima took the bite and started chewing, then almost choked on it when Nishitani's hand landed on his head. He ducked away, but looked up to find Nishitani giving him a strangely gentle smile. "Not gonna hurt you, kitty," he said. "Not while you're being so good for me."
Behave and you won't get hurt — that was simple enough. To Majima's shock, he could almost believe Nishitani was telling the truth. Even if he wasn't, Majima bet he could get a little more food out of him by playing along, so he eased his head back under Nishitani's palm and tried not to tense up at the touch.
Nishitani's hand was warm as he stroked slowly from Majima's forehead to the top of his ponytail. He didn't pull Majima's hair, didn't shove Majima's face into his knee or the table, didn't even press down hard enough to make Majima bow his head. It was gentle. Majima didn't know what to do with gentle.
The next few bites went the same. Majima struggled to stay alert, but every bite of warm, delicious food and every soft touch of Nishitani's hand chipped away at his guard. He was so tired. Majima's posture started to sag until the side of his face bumped into the arm of the couch and he startled upright.
Nishitani cooed at him and gently patted his cheek. "Aww, sleepy little kitty," Nishitani said. He stood and walked to the far end of the couch, then patted the empty space where he'd just been sitting. "C'mere, kitten, up here."
Majima was in no shape to put up a fight; he wasn't sure he could muster a snappy comeback at this point, or even say anything at all. It was easier to just crawl onto the sofa and curl up on his side. When was the last time he'd laid down on something soft? The cushions were a hell of a step up from the floor of his apartment, that was for sure.
When Nishitani started petting him again, Majima let his eye drift closed. He didn't bother opening them as Nishitani worked his hair tie loose and started carding through his hair. Time lost all meaning until Nishitani started rubbing his hands more firmly over Majima's scalp and eased his way down to the ever-present knots lining Majima's neck.
Nishitani circled one strong, callused thumb into the worst knot until the muscle was forced to relax and a hoarse moan slipped out of Majima's mouth. He heard one smug little hum from Nishitani, and then it was on to the next knot. It wasn't a gentle process — it hurt, and Majima knew he wasn't keeping his expression under control enough to hide that — but it also felt so good that Majima worried he might be dreaming.
He was pretty sure Nishitani starting to unbutton his shirt was real, though even that was strange enough to make him wonder. Nishitani popped his collar and worked it out from under Majima's bow tie before moving down to open the rest of his shirt and pull it free from his slacks.
"There we go," Nishitani said. His voice was rougher now, lower, and a little breathless. "A cute little collar for my good kitty." Majima tried to curl up tighter, but Nishitani got a hand on his shoulder and pressed him flat on his back. The shock of skin-on-skin contact made Majima go limp, and by the time he'd shaken it off, Nishitani was holding him steady while his other hand stroked down the center of Majima's chest.
Someone had touched Majima like that before, he was sure of it, but the intervening time had overwritten any memories with so much pain and violence that this might as well have been the first time. At his sides, Majima's hand started to shake and he clenched it into a fist. If Nishitani noticed, it wasn't enough to make him stop. He eased off of Majima's shoulder little by little, and when Majima didn't move, started petting him with both hands.
It really was petting too — idle strokes down Majima's stomach, up his sides, twirling over the edges of his irezumi and then back. Nishitani didn't avoid any of his scars or linger on them, though his calluses caught on a few that were sensitive anyway. His hands were warm, and his touch was gentle without being ticklish. Majima started shivering after only a few loops. He opened his eye in hopes of a distraction and instead got an up-close look at just how much Nishitani was enjoying himself.
Nishitani had been hard after their fight, and probably during, not that Majima had bothered to check while he was trying not to get stabbed. He was twice as hard now, dick straining at his pants in a way that had to be uncomfortable. Majima had a split second to take it in before Nishitani glanced down and met his eye with a filthy grin.
"Like what you see, Majima-kun?" Nishitani asked. "I know I do." He reached down and cupped Majima through his slacks, which was the exact moment Majima realized he was hard too.
Nishitani got his pants undone in seconds, then leaned forward to work on Majima's too. The hot, heavy weight of his dick pressed into Majima's cheek with the tip landing right on his open mouth. He smelled like smoke and sweat and he was already dripping a little, smearing a line of wet heat over Majima's chin as he wrapped a hand around Majima's dick.
The sound that came out of Majima's mouth at the first stroke was a high-pitched moan that really wouldn't have been that out of place from a needy cat. He licked his lips reflexively and got a taste of Nishitani's dick at the same time. The salty taste wasn't as bad as he'd expected, but it was strong.
Majima's whole world narrowed down to Nishitani. The sweat-slick heat of his body made Majima's every breath feel like the humid depths of summer. His balls dragged over Majima's hairline, the scent of his skin flooded Majima's nose, and his taste was already filling Majima's mouth. Majima swallowed hard, dragging Nishitani's flavor down to coat his throat too.
"Oh, fuck, Majima-kun," Nishitani whined. "Good kitty, keep licking me just like that and I'll take care of you." Majima stretched out his tongue and did as he was told, licking up and down all of Nishitani's shaft he could reach. He was rewarded with firmer, faster strokes, but even that wasn't enough. Majima rocked his hips up against Nishitani's grip, panting and moaning and chasing his pleasure with a feral need he'd never felt before in his life.
He'd never come so fast before in his life either. It couldn't have been more than a minute of fast, messy fucking into Nishitani's hand before Majima came hard, making a mess of both Nishitani and his own stomach. Nishitani dragged his hand off slowly, teasing out a few more drops into his palm as he drained Majima dry.
Nishitani moved over to Majima's side and used the same hand to start jerking himself off. His tongue sat obscenely against his bottom lip as he panted, babbling a broken mix of curses and Majima's name. When he brought the head of his dick up to Majima's mouth, Majima let it fall open without protest.
He watched Nishitani fall apart through a half-open eye, with the inside of his head totally, blissfully quiet. It was exactly as loud and messy as he would've expected, if he'd ever thought about it. Nishitani switched hands — of course he was ambidextrous for this — shoving two fingers deep into his own mouth as his hips arched forward and he came all over Majima's face.
He didn't even try to keep it in Majima's mouth, dragging himself back and forth across Majima's lips and cheeks until Majima was sticky from nose to chin. It took Nishitani a few moments with both hands braced on the back of the couch for him to catch his breath. Once he did up his pants, his usual manic energy was gone, leaving a businesslike efficiency that actually made more sense for the guy heading the Kijin Clan.
Majima shuddered as Nishitani pulled out a handkerchief and wiped Majima's stomach clean. He folded it up tidily, then brought it up to his nose before tucking it away in an inside pocket of his jacket. Majima snorted softly. Despite appearances, Nishitani was still his usual nasty self, it seemed.
Nishitani cleaned up Majima's face with a wet napkin, which he tossed unceremoniously back onto the now-cold food. Majima managed to do up his own pants, but the small motion took as much out of him as an average round against some Sotenbori punks and he slumped back into the couch. When Nishitani chuckled at him, all Majima could muster was a faint glare.
"Aww, is kitty sleepy now?" Nishitani asked. He tried to pinch Majima's cheek, and Majima found he somehow had the energy to go for a bite, even if he was too slow to make it connect. Nishitani laughed as he yanked his hand away and tousled Majima's hair instead.
Hair in his face was annoying enough to get Majima moving. Once he sat up to tie it back, getting his bowtie undone and his shirt buttoned again wasn't so bad, even if Nishitani pouted comically at him the whole time. By the time Majima felt vaguely presentable again, Nishitani was fidgeting from his spot next to the couch, one hand drifting toward the spot his knife had to be tucked away.
"Not gonna fight you tonight," Majima said. Because he was still relaxed from getting off, he softened up and added, "Sagawa's orders."
Nishitani rolled his eyes and muttered out a few choice insults that Majima ignored as he forced himself back to his feet. It was late enough that the club would be winding down for the night, but he could still find plenty to do to keep busy until Sagawa returned.
A flicker of motion in the corner of his eye made Majima flinch back, but he only caught the table with his leg and flung out his arms for balance. Nishitani grabbed his jacket to steady him, but any gratitude Majima might have offered dried up when Nishitani pressed the flat of his knife under Majima's chin.
"I said I ain't gonna fight," Majima repeated. "Unless you're gonna knife me for finding out you like dick, lemme go." He put a hand on Nishitani's chest and pushed, hard enough to make his point without jostling the knife.
"Nah, don't think I will," Nishitani said. He barked out one of his usual obnoxious laughs and reeled Majima in close enough that his breath was warm next to Majima's ear. "See, I don't think your master's treating you well, kitty cat, and that just breaks my poor little heart."
Majima was too tired to stop himself from chuckling. "So what, you gonna adopt me outta the goodness of your heart? That ain't gonna work out well for either of us."
Nishitani pulled back far enough to look Majima in the eye, scanning his face intently. Quiet and serious was weird on Nishitani, but whatever he read from Majima's expression only made him shrug.
"Maybe, maybe not," Nishitani said lightly. "But I'm cat-napping ya for tonight, Majima-kun. C'mon, I'll bring you back in the morning — unless ya wanna make a scene after all?" His tone was far too hopeful.
Majima shook his head and let Nishitani herd him out of the office, out through the last dregs of club-goers, and out into the still-noisy Sotenbori night. Sagawa would give him hell tomorrow, no doubt, and Lee would be mad that he hadn't checked in, and, and, and a dozen other reasons going with Nishitani was a terrible idea. Majima shoved them all aside as Nishitani led him to a nearby car and held the door open for him.
Even if it was all just pretend, it might be nice to be somebody's housecat for a night.