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I mean, I wasn't going to say it.

[Because... yeah, it was suicidal. And stupid. And suicidally stupid.]

[But sure, Majima had agreed to the job, and that wasn't great, morally speaking. He'd also agreed to the job on false pretenses, and then said 'fuck this job' when it wasn't what he'd thought it was. That didn't mean nothing.]

[And if they were going to talk about making things sound like something it wasn't, Majima had thought that what Tim had done on Elpis was heroic. It only had sounded that way because Tim left out all the bits that condemned him, the horrible things that he was told to do.]

[And honestly? It was probably selfish, because Tim had a vested interest in Majima's continued good health, but he was glad that things were coming up roses for him. If he got that safety because he beat the shit out of a bunch of guys that Tim would never meet and some people maybe turned up dead, well... Tim couldn't say that he was all that upset about it. Not so long as Majima would be fine.]

[Violence wasn't the answer-- it was the question, and the answer was yes.]

Yeah, of course. Go ahead.

That last raid was suicidal... but after all that time tryin' to play by the rules [ trying so hard to do things right ], I just stopped carin' about the consequences.

[ Or if he lived or died. ]

Wreckin' Dōjima and his boys, not giving a shit what happened... I was angry, but lookin' back? It was a rush.

[ That glint in Majima's eye now was akin to the look he'd gotten back at the Cube -- a kind of quiet reveling in past chaos. For all his sleek dress and seeming levelheadedness, after all, Majima always had something of a wild streak. It was why he could burst into song on a lark, why he'd trained the house band to play battle music on cue, why he'd decided the second(ish) date was the perfect time to break out the rope.

And goddamn if it didn't feel so much better to turn that anger outward at last. To see the fear in their eyes, feel the reassuring crack of delicate bone. ]

That's how it is in the business. No one cares what's right or wrong, but they sure as hell will get outta the way if they're afraid of ya.

Guess I turned into the right monster after all.

[ Fit for polite society in one moment, bristling with claws and fangs in the next. Symbolism, or some shit. ]

Edited 2019-05-26 09:11 (UTC)

Okay.

[The fact that Majima had a wild side wasn't exactly a shock-- Tim had seen him in the Cube, how he'd enjoyed the violence of it and the danger. The appreciative way he'd looked at Tim when he was bruised and covered in blood, like he'd thought it was a good look for him. Majima reveled in fighting and didn't really try to hide it.]

[Tim was reminded, then, of what Majima had told him about the hannya masks, like the one he had on his back-- that if the actor tilted it one way, it would look sad, and another, and it would be angry. Or, in this case, restraint one way and disinhibition the other. He didn't know if Majima picked his own tattoo or how that whole system worked, but if he had, it was kind of on the nose. Symbolic. Hell, he had that stupid writing degree, he ought to be able to recognize symbolism when it was staring him right in the face.]

It's... none of this is exactly surprising? I mean, I've seen you in a fight. And it's not like I'm going to go off on you about how violence is bad or something, I try not to be a massive hypocrite.

[Majima's seen exactly what kind of violence he's capable of, too. Bullets and a thing for faces. Where would he get off on judging Majima for going ham on some gangsters?]

To be really honest with you? If beating up these Dōjima guys is what kept everyone else from piling on you? I'm glad you beat the shit out of them. I'm glad they're afraid of you.

You're a pretty strange guy, Tim.

[ Affectionate, but a little puzzled. He regarded Tim for a few moments, tracing over the now-familiar features of his 'new' face. ]

Not like any of it matters out here, I guess. People barely even care if you're a criminal. [ Kind of fucked up. Even Majima recognized that, though when you and your peers were forced to eat human beings to survive, perhaps a natural consequence. ]

...ex-criminal.

[ You know, can't forget about the being TRIPLE SUPER ULTRA BANISHED. And while Majima had on some level picked his tattoo because it spoke to him, because of its perceived meaning... well, he never could have predicted how much it would relate to the path his life had followed after he'd gotten it, up to and including the bit about the part about returning to being human. Or perhaps the impossibility of the same. ]

[ I'm glad they're afraid of you. How strangely... vindictive? Honest? Whatever it was, the sentiment produced a strange sort of twisting feeling in him there, as he listened to Tim. It was freeing, giving in to what he wanted -- not bothering to fight it. But Majima was free because he was broken, and he knew it. ]

But if ya don't mind me askin', why get involved with a former yakuza? Your life sounds complicated enough, and there're people out there with better depth perception.

To be fair, I liked you before I knew you were yakuza.

[He'd been pretty well disposed towards Majima before there had ever even been the slightest mention of gangsters-- how couldn't he be, after the dramatic alleyway rescue when they met, and then later when Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome bought him time with cute cats? Cat Observation Post Majima had endeared himself to Tim's weird, cat-loving heart.]

[Tim looked up at him then, considering this new information that he'd gotten about him and whether or not that really changed much of his opinion. And... it really didn't. It gave him a new perspective, maybe, on why he was the way he was, why he had a field that was so barren of fucks to give. The particular way that Majima Gorō was broken. But, hey, both of them were broken in different ways, so they're just... broken together, maybe.]

And you've seen the kind of people that I hang out with, they're a bunch of mercenaries and ex-assassins and... [His brow furrowed a little.] ...whatever the hell Nisha is, other than like ten pounds of nuts in a five pound bag. Maybe I've just acquired a taste for criminals? Y'know, like olives.

[Eat enough of them and you start to like it?]

I guess... if you're a complication, you're a complication that I want to have in my life. That I picked. If that makes sense?

Yeah. It does.

[ Having your choices, your freedom stripped from you was a terrible thing. Majima ought to know. ]

And ya are a grown-ass man, so I guess -- wait. How old are ya, again?

[ He was pretty sure he'd told Tim he was 24, but... ]

Oh yeah, and I was thinkin' of moving into a new place. Would it be weird if I got a leather couch? Is it still okay to eat hamburgers?

[ What were these questions.... ]

Don't worry, I'm 22. I'm a grown-ass man, I promise.

[For whatever amount of grown-ass man a 22-year-old was. He was constantly in need of a real adult, someone please help him.]

[But, god, he was almost thankful that they were moving on to way less heavy topics. This whole weird beef situation? Sure, he'd had all of these same thoughts that Majima was apparently having. Did he really have to give up steak for the rest of his time on this peninsula just because he'd gotten cowboy on the monster lottery draw? That sounded like bullshit, cows are delicious.]

God, I hope so, I still eat hamburgers and I have leather pants. And I mean, it shouldn't be weird at all for you, it might be weird for me? Don't let the fact that half of me is delicious stop you from eating a burger.

[ Well, that was slightly less than reassuring considering that Majima apparently called 20 year olds 'kids' but maybe it was all in the atti

tude....

whatever, Tim could make his own terrible decisions, right? ]

Leather pants.

[ Look. All Majima was saying was that why didn't Tim wear them more often, that was the least he could do so Majima could appreciate how his ass filled out the back. ]

Actually, that reminds me -- first of all, I still gotta buy some more rope. You still wanna come with me to get some?

...and second of all, how do ya feel about the beach?

[ And why was he leading with 'do you want to go to the sex store with me'. ]

A leather jacket, too. It's part of the uniform for my bouncing gig.

[He said this like it was totally normal, why wouldn't he have leather pants and a leather jacket? That he wore for his job, that involved tossing people to the curb when they got too rowdy?]

[Nothing interesting here, just a uniform.]

[At least there wasn't anybody else around here when Majima started talking about sex accessory shopping. The back of Tim's neck still went red, but it was better than if there had been an audience to overhear.]

Why does that make you think about going to a sex shop? [It should be obvious, just give him a few minutes. He'll realize it on his own.] I mean, sure, I kind of owe you for the rope anyway. You had to cut up yours to get me loose.

[The second question was somehow no easier than the first, because... he'd never really been? Hard to have an opinion on beaches if your only knowledge to draw from was, like... magazines and movies. They seemed nice in those, though.]

Uh, I guess I'm all for beaches? Like, theoretically speaking, they sound nice.

[He still didn't know how to swim, though.]

Oh, good.

[ On both counts, actually, because not only had Majima been thinking about a chance to ask Tim more in detail about what sort of accessories he might be interested in, but the beach kind of sounded really nice. ]

'cause I read about recommendations for the second one online. Been ages since I've actually been, though -- so I thought you could help me pick out a suit.

[ God, look at Tim blushing. A-fuckin'-dorable. And there kind of wouldn't be any point if Tim didn't like the beach, at least in theory. Because why the hell would Majima bother getting half-naked for some randos, n o p e. ]

[Oh, good, sex accessories-- another conversation that Tim could embarrass himself in. He already blushed just at the mention of a sex shop, to say nothing of actually going into one and looking through what it had to offer and then actually purchasing things. Taking all of that stuff up to a cashier and exchanging money for those goods.]

[He'd be so red that he might actually catch fire. It would probably be spectacular.]

[Instead, they could talk about beaches and Majima in swimsuits. Because that was... better?]

Oh, yeah, sure. Glad to help?

[Because he was going to complain about getting to see Majima in an array of small amounts of clothing?]

I guess I'll have to get one too, then. I haven't, uh, gone swimming?

[It would be going drowning, more likely.]

[ You, too?, he almost asked, only that would kind of be blowing his stupid internet handle thing. ]

Hey, no problem. I can teach ya.

Or we can just walk or somethin'. Only thing ya really need's sunscreen, anyhow. And a towel. Otherwise sand gets in all kindsa places.

[ What kind of beach trip was this. ]

[It would blow both of their anonymous internet handles and reveal that Majima had been anonymously talking to Tim about the thing that he needed to talk to Tim about. Which would just be embarrassing for both of them, honestly.]

Half the point of being at the beach is to get in the water, right? [At least, that was what he was told on that post. Man, a lot of people were doing beach dates these days for totally unrelated reasons.] I'm sure I can pick it up, it can't be that hard.

[beat]

Wait. Sand in what kinda places?

[At least it was a nice day for a walk, even if that walk was going to end at a sex shop. And knowing Majima, one with an appropriately groan-worthy pun in its name.]

Well, consider every crack and crevice ya got on ya, and sand can get in there. I mean, the whole beach is made of it, so.

[ Majima ought to know, too -- he'd kind of been dummy thicc for a little while now, and it was probably worse with fur? At least his guard coat probably gave him some protection. In theory.

And look, he wasn't responsible for the punniness or un-puniness of this establishment, at least: Toys "N" Us, recommended by Lup. It looked discreet enough from the outside, at least, aside from the fuzzy pink bunny-themed bikini underwear display on one of the windows, but inside it was basically as she'd described: plenty of room, plenty of merchandise. ]

Wow. Mind if I browse some?

[ This question probably would have seemed downright banal if Majima hadn't asked it while reaching up and taking down a leather collar from one of the racks. ]

Edited 2019-05-29 01:57 (UTC)

[It was still a pretty punny name-- maybe not the most groan-worthy that he'd ever heard, but definitely still a pun. At least the shop was pretty discreet from the outside, otherwise it would've been a struggle to get Tim to walk in the front door.]

[The inside of it? Well, Toys 'N' Us was probably an apt name for this place, because it was basically a toy store for adults. Plenty of shelves and racks and displays of things that would have to be censored on basic cable. Tim was in that building for all of like thirty seconds before he started to feel his face and neck heating up.]

Oh. Um. Sure? Knock yourself out, I guess.

[And there Majima was, examining that leather collar with interest. The question was out of Tim's mouth before he could stop it:]

Is that for me or you?

[ That was a way to get Majima's attention. He looked up over the collar, taking in Tim's current flushed state... and also the currently bare line of his throat. ]

I was just thinkin' it looked like the one I had back home. But I think you'd look pretty hot in it, too.

[ Hey, Tim had asked. ]

If ya see anything you'd be interested in trying out, let me know, alright? Like toys, stuff you'd like to see me in, and things like that. I won't flip out or anythin'.

[ Maybe he ought to look for something he could use on Tim when his claws got in the way...? ]

...Like the one you-- oh.

[Well, that sure was... something to think about. Majima and his previous leather collar ownership. That he presumably wore.]

[Tim might have to think about that a lot? He had a lot of questions about Majima and his collar and the frequency of which he wore said collar. The things he liked about the collar. Other things he might wear with the collar.]

I, yeah. I can, uh, I can do that? I'll just. I'll let you know.

[It probably wasn't so much a matter of if he found something, but curating the list of all the different things that were interesting into something manageable.]

Do you-- [His voice cracked a little. Thanks, he hated it.] Do you have any, uh. Leather pants?

[ Ahh. So Tim, too, was a man of taste. Majima hooked the collar around one finger and let the material swing to its natural lowest point. Yep, getting this one. ]

Can't say I do.

[ In fact, up until just recently, he'd probably never have considered them. But... ]

But I can try some on while we're here. Black, right?

[ The next row was a series of jackets, hats, leashes, gloves. Majima picked out a pair from one of the hanging racks; it looked like about his size.

You know, he was glad they came here. Good job, Lup. More data on what Tim liked was always a positive, even if it did seem to be eroding his ability to form complete sentences. Or maybe that was a plus, too? Embarrassed or no, it was pretty gratifying to know Tim was interested. ]

Edited 2019-05-29 04:30 (UTC)

[Sure, call it taste. It was more that Tim was a man who wanted to see his leggy boyfriend in leather, and there was not a person alive who would've been able to blame him for that desire if they'd ever gotten the chance to see Majima's legs. Or his ass. As the kids say-- dummy thicc. Let it never be said that Tim wasn't interested in seeing Majima in something tight and sexy.]

Yeah, black. [It was classic? A solid color choice. And even though it was a pretty tame suggestion in the realms of sexy things to dress up in, it was kind of reassuring that he went along with it so easily. Made Tim feel a little better about this whole thing.] You, you look really good in black.

[The layout of the store made sense, at least-- leather goods all seemed to be in one generalized area. Gloves and leashes were... interesting, too, in their own ways. (Do you keep your boyfriend on a long or a short leash?) And past that were leather crops, whips, floggers. Those were also]

[interesting.]

[The crops were hanging by a loop of leather from wire hooks, and Tim tapped one of them and let it swing.]

That'd be kind of on the nose. God, the riding jokes.

[Save a horse, ride a bullman?]

Oh yeah? Thanks.

[ Taste or no, Majima would not turn down that compliment. Maybe it was silly, but it kind of made him feel... warm? Like smiling? What was being happy, sounded fake. ]

I think you'd look great in it, too. Although I did like that time ya wore red. It really suited ya.

[ Maybe it made more sense now, knowing that Tim used to be a redhead. Majima picked up one of the crops, and gave it an experimental flick. The movement came with the satisfying whistle of parting air, and the precision with which he brought the tip to a stop was... promising, if one were into that sort of thing. ]

Y'know, I'm pretty good with these. [ He was weirdly good with most weapons, actually. Maybe Tim had noticed. Maybe Tim also noticed the way Majima was eyeing him now, as if considering the sort of sounds he might be able to coax out of the man. ] Never used one on someone I liked, but I wouldn't mind givin' it a try. Here, can ya hold these a sec?

[ And so there he was, handing Tim the crop, collar, and somehow also a leash he'd picked up while he ducked into a changing room. ]

It's not exactly gonna match with the shirt and jacket.

[ Which was apparently why when he opened the door, he was shirtless, with only his customary boots and a pair of leather pants clinging to his hips. All the leg a guy could ask for, with a fit that looked like it'd been spray-painted on. ]

Not a lot of room for the imagination, huh? [ But all the same, he seemed surprisingly at home in them, standing there. They really set off that lean build of his, too -- the curve of his lower back, the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Go figure, Tim had met Majima at like the one time before he decided to wear leather for 30 years straight. ]

[Majima was... good with crops? He certainly demonstrated some dexterity with it, the way he could make it whistle through the air before bringing it to a short, precise stop. Impeccable control. Probably not for the first time, Tim was seriously confused about what yakuza do and why it would involve proficiency with fetish-based weaponry. He had a lot of questions?]

[The only thing he actually got out of his mouth, though, was kind of a weird choked noise in the back of his throat while Majima pushed the goods into his hands and disappeared into a dressing room. There was a few minutes where Tim kind of awkwardly waited and Majima was presumably figuring out how to get tight leather over nine miles of leg, before he emerged wearing just the pants and his usual shoes.]

Oh.

[Whatever color had been slowly leaving Tim's face returned with a vengeance. Majima without a shirt on was always a whole and entire snack, but that along with the stark contrast of his tattoos and the tight leather pants showing off every inch of his endless legs? God. It was a devastating combination.]

You should, um. Get those.

[The things he'd let Majima do to him in that getup were borderline criminal.]

Could you just, could you take your hair down for a second?

[ Look. Look. Sometimes you just came across things like mystery syringes and tangerines and riding crops and you needed to be prepared to perform Heat Actions with them at all times. It was just common sense for criminals. ]

I think I will.

[ This trip? Totally worth it, judging from the expression on Tim's face. Majima didn't have some kind of huge attachment to his hairstyle; it was just easier to fight with his hair held back, and also easier to look professional. The way Tim asked, though...

He reached a hand back and hooked a thumb under the hair tie in back, allowing his glossy black hair to fall free over his shoulders. The difference was like night and day, frankly -- take away the formality of his usual dress, and what one was left with was a handsome man that looked more his own age.

Maybe it was just him being ridiculous, but having his hair down more than not having a shirt, made him feel a little more... self-conscious? Like Majima was missing part of that smooth, professional mask that he'd presented to the public for so long. ]

...like this?

[Majima's hair was dark and sleek like silk, and Tim really wanted to run his hands through it just to see if it felt as smooth as it looked. Something about how it framed his face made him look younger; maybe it softened up some of the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw. It was a good look for him regardless, and one that Tim wouldn't mind seeing a little more often.]

[This man was a whole snack any day of the week, but, god, put him in this outfit and take down his hair and he was a five course dinner.]

Yeah, yeah, like that.

[Don't mind if his voice sounded a little faint, he was just in the process of realizing that he was dating the actual hottest man on this planet. Lucky him, and everybody else could just die jealous.]

God, I'd have to beat people offa you with a stick.

[ Well, how about that, huh? Maybe little things did make a lot of difference, and if Tim was that into him having his hair down, Majima would make a note to himself to do it more often. ]

Lucky ya won't have to. I don't exactly plan on walkin' around like this in public.

[ It'd only encourage the grabbiness of the locals, and honestly? This kind of reaction was too good to go to waste.

Too bad they were in a retail setting right now. But he leaned forward to give Tim a kiss anyway -- a short one, albeit one he had to brush his hair back for afterwards. ]

Think we've got enough extra for today?

[ Because he certainly wouldn't mind heading back and testing some of these purchases out. ]

[Just give it a few years, Majima, you'd be walking around like that in public every day, whether anyone wanted you to or not. Shirtless regardless of the weather. There were questions that could be raised about the possibility of frostbite on unfortunate things like nipples, but maybe that was a mystery for the ages.]

[Tim tilted his head up for the kiss when it was coming in, and the lock of dark hair that brushed against his cheek was about as smooth as he thought it looked. It was kind of unfair? Not only was Majima tall and ridiculously good looking and had abs that could've been on a Greek statue, he also had amazing hair. Genetics were bullshit. Either that or Majima had a fantastic hair care routine.]

Probably. [There was a lot that could be done with the things they'd picked out. And that was just the extras, there was still the main thing that they'd come here for.] We just, uh. Should pick up the rope?

[They couldn't leave without the original thing that they'd needed to get. Some good, old-fashioned nice rope for Majima to break out whenever he wanted to tie Tim to the headboard.]

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wanna timeskip this one to embarrassing sex store shenanigans?

yes let's

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