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For once in his life, Nishitani was glad for the lull in things for him to do. As he sat in his office and pretended to go over paperwork, he was able to focus most of his time and energy on the Majima problem. He pulled out a cigarette and began smoking, sighing heavily as he thought over all the possible complications. All the eyes on Majima were the biggest problem. And then if it were to be successful, what would Majima even do? Live his entire life in fear, always looking over his shoulder for Sagawa or Shimano?
He exhaled the vanilla flavored smoke and sighed again as he tapped the ash threatening to fall from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. A body double would be easy enough to find, but he doubted Majima would want any part of a plot where anyone died.
“Sir?” a muffled voice coming from out of the room said.
“Come in, come in,” Nishitani said, stubbing out his cigarette as his grimace changed to a smile when he saw his secretary walk into the room.
“It looks like your business partner for tonight fell through,” Akemi said. “I can call the Grand and cancel your reservation.”
“No, no, don’t do that,” Nishitani said, shaking his head quickly. “I’ll still be there.”
“Alright, sir,” Akemi said, smiling warmly before leaving the room.
Nishitani began grinning as a new plan began formulating in his head.
“Majima-chan!” Nishitani said loudly as he walked through the Grand’s double doors. “You’re lookin’ well.”
“Uh huh,” Majima said, brushing away the hand Nishitani had placed on his shoulder. “Let me show you to your seat. When will your guest be arriving?”
“I don’t have a guest comin’ tonight,” Nishitani said, his smile showing his teeth as Majima glanced sharply at him.
They walked upstairs and Nishitani sat in his familiar VIP booth and gestured for Majima to sit down.
“Whaddya want?” Majima asked flatly.
Nishitani couldn’t help but smirk as he watched Majima’s usually perfect posture turn into a tired slouch as he stripped away his facade.
“Aw, don’t be so grumpy, Majima-chan,” Nishitani said, pouting slightly. “I came to talk plans.”
“Well, talk then,” Majima said.
“The first option is probably the simplest, too,” Nishitani said, pulling out a cigarette. Before he could even pat his shirt pockets for his own lighter, Majima had already pulled out his own and lit it for him.
“We find some sap your size and shove him in your apartment and burn the place down,” Nishitani said, exhaling smoke lazily. Majima made a face and shook his head.
“Don’t want anybody to die, Nishitani,” Majima said seriously.
“I figured as much,” Nishitani said, nodding slightly. “The next is a little more complicated and dangerous.”
“Well out with it then,” Majima said, failing to hide the excitement in his voice.
“How well do you know the shifts of the idiots watchin’ ya?” Nishitani asked.
“Pretty well,” Majima said. “There’s maybe two minutes total on any day where I’m not bein’ watched. Sagawa has their shifts worked out pretty solidly.”
“No watchman is gonna be perfect every single day,” Nishitani said, nodding at the new information. “The second option is I kidnap ya and bury ya in some forest out in the boonies.”
“’Scuse me?” Majima said incredulously.
“Sagawa already knows I’ve taken an interest in ya,” Nishitani said, stubbing out his cigarette and steepling his fingers on the table in front of him. “It’d be simple to make it look like I got a little too obsessed with ya and got pissed one day when ya wouldn’t reciprocate.”
“Reciprocate?” Majima asked, his brows furrowed. His look of confusion made Nishitani chuckle.
“We could also play it off as I got jealous when ya slept with someone else if ya would prefer it that way,” Nishitani said. There was a moment of silence that stretched just a little too close to awkward for Nishitani’s tastes.
“I think that’d work,” Majima said, nodding his head slowly. “Sagawa already thinks yer fuckin’ me durin’ the times ya rent out the Grand.”
“Then half the work’s already done,” Nishitani said. “But I think we should give him some proof, eh, Majima-chan?”
He flashed Majima a lecherous grin and cackled when Majima rolled his eye and groaned slightly.
“In yer dreams, Nishitani,” Majima said.
“I’ve already had quite a few lovely dreams involving you, Majima-chan,” Nishitani said, still grinning wickedly until he became more serious. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is we should meet up sometimes and try an’ keep it on the down-low so Sagawa thinks we’re tryin’ to keep it under wraps. We don’t actually hafta do anythin’ if you don’t want to.”
“You really think this’ll work?” Majima asked, looking searchingly at Nishitani.
“Everyone knows I’m a loose cannon,” Nishitani said. “I’ve been known to blow up on people before. I don’t think it’ll come as any surprise if I were to kill a wayward lover.”
“How long would this take?” Majima asked, lighting his own cigarette.
“I say at least two months,” Nishitani said. “That’d be enough time for me to plan everythin’ out.”
Nishitani moved closer to Majima and grinned when he stiffened but didn’t move away. He reached out and toyed with the end of his ponytail.
“So are we gonna be pretendin’ for the next two months?” Nishitani practically purred, leaning closer so he could whisper in Majima’s ear. “Or d’you wanna have some fun along the way?”
He licked his lips as he watched Majima’s Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
“Where’s your place?” Majima asked, making Nishitani grin even wider.
“It’s in the city limits, lucky for you,” Nishitani said. “I’ll leave first. Leave in about thirty minutes.”
Nishitani stood up and stepped past Majima and began walking down the stairs. Majima quickly followed behind him, reverting back into his straight-backed managerial aura with each stair. They reached the entrance before either of them spoke again.
“Where’s yer place?” Majima asked.
Nishitani searched through his pockets for a pen and pulled out one of his business cards before writing down his address. He leaned forward and cupped Majima’s cheek with one hand and gently put the card in Majima’s pocket.
“Make sure you act like you don’t want to be followed, but not so much that they actually can’t find you,” Nishitani said quietly against Majima’s ear before lightly nipping at him. Majima jumped away and cursed at him, making Nishitani chuckle before leisurely strolling back into the outside world.
Nishitani was looking critically at his fridge, wondering why he never got groceries when he heard aggressive knocking at his door. He rushed over and grinned manically when he saw Majima standing on the threshold.
“Majima-chan!” Nishitani said, ushering him inside, closing the door behind him. He looked slightly uncomfortable in Nishitani’s plush living space.
“I was followed but they definitely think I was tryin’ to get here unnoticed,” Majima said as he glanced around Nishitani’s penthouse.
“Good, good,” Nishitani said, rubbing his hands together. “Now let’s get on to the good stuff, eh?”
Nishitani expected Majima to protest or argue, but he was surprised when he began shrugging his jacket off. Nishitani glanced down and frowned slightly when he saw Majima had taken his shoes off at the door.
“Howsabout ya put those hot shoes of yours back on?” Nishitani asked.
Majima raised an eyebrow at the request.
“Yer really into that shit?” Majima asked.
“C’mon, Majima-chan, indulge me,” Nishitani said, clapping his hands together in a pleading gesture.
Majima grunted but walked back to the foyer and slipped his shoes back on, unbuttoning his white shirt even further as Nishitani hungrily stared at the exposed skin he was revealing.
“Are ya gonna get on the floor, or am I gonna have to beat ya down?” Majima asked, his lip twitching slightly as if he was suppressing a grin.
As much as Nishitani would have loved to get his ass kicked by him, he quickly knelt on the floor and rested his ass on his ankles, looking expectantly up at Majima. He was already painfully hard.
Nishitani let out a low moan as Majima gently placed his shoe against his cock, experimentally putting more and more pressure until Nishitani was squirming and moaning, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips up for more contact.
“I shoulda known you were like this,” Majima said quietly, pushing down even further. Nishitani glanced down and groaned at the sight of Majima’s steel-tipped shoe pressed against his bright pink suit pants. He’d fantasized about this moment ever since Majima had dug those shoes into his ribs during their fight but he felt light-headed realizing that it was actually happening. His breath hitched when Majima pushed down even further, digging the sharp toe into his balls, the sensation hovering so closely on the border between pain and pleasure that Nishitani thought he’d go insane.
“Are ya gonna cum in yer pants?” Majima asked. Nishitani moaned and continued thrusting his hips, desperate for more contact.
“C’mon, c’mon, harder, Majima-chan,” Nishitani gasped. He cried out in gratitude when Majima stepped down hard and suddenly he was cumming, his vision blurry as he came in his boxers. He panted and looked up at Majima with a crooked grin, pleased to see that Majima had a faint blush dusting across his cheeks. He grinned even wider when he saw Majima’s cock pressing through his slacks.
“How are ya gonna fuck me now, old man?” Majima asked smugly.
“Who said you were the one getting fucked?” Nishitani asked, chuckling as he scrambled to stand up.
“Haw? Whaddya--” Majima began saying, but Nishitani cut him off with an aggressive kiss, biting at his bottom lip. He grinned when Majima moaned.
“Think you can handle fucking me, Majima-chan?” Nishitani purred into Majima’s ear, nipping at his lobe. In his hazy state of arousal, he couldn’t help but think that Majima would be even sexier if his ears were pierced.
“Y-yeah,” Majima mumbled, groaning quietly as Nishitani helped him out of his shirt.
“Hey, how d’ya feel about knife play?” Nishitani asked as he led Majima into his bedroom, shoving him onto the plush bedspread before hastily searching his bedside drawer for his favorite lube. When Majima didn’t answer, Nishitani turned and looked at him expectantly. He was surprised to see his face was bright red and he was avoiding eye contact.
“Ya gonna answer?” Nishitani asked, a wicked grin on his face.
“Tch, just don’t fuck me up too badly,” Majima eventually said.
“Aw, c’mon, Majima-chan,” Nishitani cooed, kneeling on the bed next to him as he caressed Majima’s face. “Gonna need a bit more affirmative answer before I start slicin’ you up.”
“Dumbass,” Majima said, groaning as he covered his face with his hand. “I want ya to cut me up, Nishitani, please.”
“There we are,” Nishitani said, a pleased smirk on his face as he stripped quickly. He enjoyed the feeling of Majima ogling him, but he was too far gone to care about teasing him right now.
As he stood naked, he rifled through his discarded jacket and pulled out his tanto. He searched through his drawer again and cackled when he found a rubbing alcohol wipe. He tore open the packet with his teeth and carefully wiped down his tanto, grinning at the look of arousal on Majima’s face.
“You got a condom with you?” Nishitani asked before setting his tanto on the bedside table.
“Huh?” Majima asked. “Oh, uh, no. I don’t, uh, usually need them.”
Nishitani chuckled.
“Well, let’s see what we’re workin’ with,” Nishitani said, undoing Majima’s belt and unzipping his slacks. He licked his lips as he saw Majima’s cock-- about average length, but nice and thick, the head covered in precum. He gave him an experimental stroke and chuckled when Majima gasped. He pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his thumb across the newly exposed skin and Majima moaned.
“I think I got ya covered,” Nishitani eventually said. He wished he had enough patience to suck Majima’s cock, but he needed him inside him. He hurried to his medicine cabinet and pulled out a condom he thought would fit Majima and tossed it on the bed.
“D’ya wanna finger me, or d’ya wanna watch?” Nishitani asked, grabbing the lube. Majima swallowed heavily as he tried to respond.
“I’ll do it,” Majima eventually mumbled. Nishitani grinned and knelt on the bed, shoving a few pillows under himself to get comfortable. He turned his head and watched with lidded eyes as Majima poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers and caressed Nishitani’s ass with his other hand.
“You ever done this before?” Nishitani asked.
“On myself, yeah,” Majima said. Nishitani chuckled and was about to tease him but his words died in his throat when he felt Majima’s fingers nudge at his entrance. He let out a shaky moan when Majima pushed in two fingers all at once, going so slowly but the burning stretch was almost too much. It didn’t take long for the slight pain to shift into pleasure--especially since he would’ve asked for two fingers already if Majima had started with just one.
“Fuck, Majima-chan, that’s good,” Nishitani moaned as Majima began scissoring his fingers, searching for his prostate. “Ah, right there, right fuckin’ there.”
Majima began caressing that spot as he continued fucking Nishitani with his fingers, using his other hand to massage Nishitani’s balls.
“Another?” Majima asked huskily, nudging his ring finger against Nishitani’s stretched rim.
“Fuck yes,” Nishitani breathed out, thrusting his hips back in hopes of getting filled faster. Majima began pressing in his ring finger just as slowly as his others--the stretch was divine and Nishitani couldn’t help but moan and swear as his wet-dreams finally became a reality. Majima twisted his fingers gently and Nishitani cried out.
“You’re real good with yer fingers,” Nishitani moaned, making Majima chuckle.
“Are you ready?” Majima asked.
“Fuck yes,” Nishitani said eagerly. Even though he knew he’d soon have Majima’s cock inside him, he still whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of him. He always hated feeling so suddenly empty.
“Lay on yer back,” Nishitani said as he stood up. He grabbed his tanto and grinned at the sight of Majima laid out on his bed, his cock hard and eager against his abdomen. He bit open the condom wrapper with his teeth and carefully slipped it over his cock, grinning when Majima inhaled sharply through his teeth. He knelt on top of him and ground his ass against Majima’s erection, a manic grin on his face as Majima moaned and bit his lip.
“C’mon,” Majima whimpered when Nishitani continued grinding against him.
“C’mon what, Majima-chan?” Nishitani purred.
“I wanna be inside you already,” Majima groaned.
“Well, since ya asked so nicely,” Nishitani said, reaching behind himself to grab Majima’s cock to guide him to his stretched hole. They both moaned as Nishitani lowered himself onto Majima’s cock.
“Damn,” Majima gasped, sweat beading on his forehead.
“Feels good, eh?” Nishitani teased as he finally sat all the way down. He ground his hips and moaned at the sensation of being full, as well as the look of lust on Majima’s face. He licked his lips and pressed his tanto gently against Majima’s chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to be felt. He continued grinding himself and chuckled when Majima groaned.
“C’mon, cut me already,” Majima gasped.
Nishitani grinned and pressed down with his tanto, his mind swimming as blood began beading from Majima’s wound. His breath hitched when Majima moaned and thrust his hips up. He moved the blade to hover over the tattoo over the left side of his chest and began cutting into him, a longer cut this time. As he sliced, he began moving slowly up and down. Majima began whimpering and gasping, his mouth open as he breathed heavily and continued to thrust up into Nishitani’s tightness.
The sight of Majima splayed out beneath him, blood oozing from Nishitani’s cuts was almost too much for him. His mind was hazy as he started fucking himself faster, squeezing around him to try and get him to let out more of those delicious moans. He began cutting another spot, a shorter wound this time. He threw his tanto somewhere behind him as he began fucking himself in earnest, moving up and down quickly.
Majima moaned and gripped Nishitani’s ass as he moved, making him chuckle. He leaned down and began licking at the blood pooling from the cuts he made.
“Nishi- Ah!” Majima cried out, his hips stuttering as he came. Nishitani continued riding him, slamming himself down harder as he moaned and lapped up Majima’s blood. When Majima groaned and squeezed his ass harder than before, Nishitani couldn’t help but get pushed over the edge and cum, closing his eyes as he tried to continue moving. He eventually stopped, happily sated as he surveyed the sight of his cum mingling with droplets of Majima’s congealing blood.
Majima groaned when Nishitani pulled himself off his cock and murmured a quiet thank you when Nishitani pulled his condom off.
“Stay there,” Nishitani said when Majima began trying to sit up. He rummaged through his medicine cabinet and grabbed rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and bandages. He was about to leave his bathroom when he remembered to bring a warm washcloth with him.
He began gently wiping his own cum from Majima’s abdomen, wishing he could take a picture to savor this moment forever. After he was mostly clean, he poured alcohol onto a cotton ball and began cleaning up Majima’s wounds. He was impressed to see that Majima didn’t even flinch when the cotton pressed against the cuts. After his chest was clean enough, he applied the bandages carefully.
“Make sure ya keep those clean,” Nishitani said as he finished applying the final bandage. “They ain’t deep so they shouldn’t scar or anythin’.”
Nishitani pulled out two cigarettes and handed one to Majima, who sat up and grunted in thanks. They sat in silence as they smoked, Nishitani pleased as could be he finally got to bed the Mad Dog.
“So what next?” Majima eventually asked, inhaling deeply.
“We keep this up,” Nishitani said. “I left a couple of marks in just the right spot that it’ll be noticeable, but also look like we’re tryin’ to keep this on the down low. We learn yer stalkers’ schedules and keep plannin’.”
“Think this’ll really work?” Majima asked quietly.
“I hope so,” Nishitani said.
Nishitani woke up the next day slightly dazed. His mind was buzzing with excitement, but it took him a moment to remember why he would be so happy after just waking up. Then he remembered Majima’s face last night, his blown out pupil as he let Nishitani cut into him. He sighed happily and rolled out of bed.
Majima had left soon after their conversation about “the plan” and told Nishitani he’d figure out a way to get ahold of him for their next meeting.
As Nishitani exited his building, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he stood still as he looked around him. Someone was watching him, but he couldn’t see from where. As he turned slowly, he wondered if Sagawa had sent an amateur to keep an eye on him. There--the nervous looking guy “reading” a newspaper across the street. He caught the man’s eye and waved lazily, showing his teeth with a less than friendly grin. The man quickly turned his attention back to his paper and Nishitani chuckled. At least he knew Sagawa would be aware of their little relationship now.
He lit a cigarette as he waited for his ride to show up, savoring the taste as he watched people stream by. The newspaper man had disappeared and Nishitani wondered why Sagawa had sent such a greenie to watch him. Did he want him to know he was being watched?
“Good morning, Nishitani-san,” the driver said chipperly as he pulled up to the curb.
Nishitani stubbed out his cigarette beneath his shoe and got in the car. The driver handed him the reports he’d need to read for the day. He sighed as he read over what constituted as important news these days. He wished he could go back in time to when he was a greenie, all bravado with nothing to back him up. At least back then things had been more interesting, more violent.
The sun was bright in Nishitani’s eyes as he trudged home from school. He scowled as he remembered his test scores-- Biliken would probably chew him out for how poorly he’d done, but it wasn’t his fault school was so boring. At least he’d been going lately.
He walked inside his home and immediately something felt off. He frowned and began padding quietly towards the living room, wondering where Tomoko was. His mind couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing at first-- she was tied up with a piece of duct tape hastily applied to her mouth, tears drying on her face.
“Tomoko?” Nishitani asked. She began whimpering urgently, her eyes bugging out as she tried to speak. He rushed to her side and began untying her, apologizing profusely as he ripped the tape from her mouth.
“Who did this?” he asked angrily, seeing red.
“Someone’s here, Homare-chan,” she croaked out. “I think he’s a burglar.”
“Stay here,” Nishitani said quietly.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, either of you,” an urgent voice slurred out. Nishitani slowly turned around and gritted his teeth when he saw the man. He could smell the booze from here--some drunk. Nishitani slowly began working his knife from his pocket, wondering just how drunk this guy was.
“I said don’t move, punk,” the man said, sneering slightly. Nishitani stopped moving for the moment. “What’s the combination to the fuckin’ safe?”
“We don’t know,” Nishitani said honestly. He gasped when the man pulled out a small pistol and pointed it at him. He instinctively pushed Tomoko behind himself, making him the bigger target.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie, you little brat,” the man said.
“Sir? Sir?” a voice said. Nishitani gasped and jerked upright, disoriented and slightly nauseous. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that he must have fallen asleep while he was being driven to the office. He grunted and waved away the hand on his shoulder and got out of the car.
“Are you alright, sir?” the driver asked. “You were, um, whimpering in your sleep.”
“No I wasn’t,” Nishitani said. “And if anyone else hears of that nasty rumor, it’d be a real shame if it got traced back to you, wouldn’t it?”
The driver swallowed audibly and nodded. Nishitani shoved a wad of bills into his hands as a tip and adjusted his suit before swaggering into his office, hoping the ghosts of his past wouldn’t follow him in.