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[ Majima tilted his head to the side, baring the long line of his neck and shoulder before his skin disappeared into the warm expanse of white fur. ]

Neck's fine, just don't nick an artery. You know where those are, right?

[ Was it wrong that he wanted Tim to go for the neck? Probably. But look, Tim was a big, strapping nosferatmoo, so maybe Majima could be forgiven for his fascination. Long fingers wrapped gently under Tim's jaw and tipped his chin forward. Closer. ]

C'mere.

[Majima drew him closer, guiding his face towards the warm, smooth column of his throat like he wasn’t a monster with newly minted puncturing fangs. The offer was a little too much for him to resist, at least after Majima had said yes so many times, anyway. He very clearly wanted this and Tim was kind of hungry.]

I, um, yeah. I think so.

[Pretty sure he knew where the big ones were, anyway. Tim put his face into Majima’s neck, first just kissing it— almost as an apology. This might hurt, after all, and Tim really hated the idea of hurting his boyfriend, even if the guy had asked for it.]

[Then, he opened his mouth and there was the soft scrape of sharp teeth on skin, and Tim bit down.]

[The feeling of yielding flesh under his teeth was satisfying, but not more satisfying than the warm pulse of blood that ran over his tongue, salty-sweet and lovely. And the bite, at least, of the Nosferatmoo was a kinder one— much more pleasant than painful, and probably paired nicely with being held in big, beefy arms.]

[ Kisses were nice. They were quite nice, in fact, so when Tim touched his lips to the surface of Majima's skin, the werewolf responded by looping his arms around his boyfriend's beefy neck. ]

Oh.

[ The press of the man's fangs did hurt a little -- a brief sting was the way Majima would describe it. But it certainly wasn't enough to put him off. Nor was the sharp scent of blood. In fact, the Nosferatmoo's embrace, combined with the heat of the bath water, felt so strangely good that Majima leaned into it with a sigh, the tips of his fingers tracing little shapes over the back of Tim's swole shoulders. ]

Tim...

[ The name came as a murmur, inviting and affectionate. ]

[Well, Majima sure seemed to like the kiss of the Nosferatmoo, going from that sweet sigh and the way he traced his fingers over Tim’s shoulders. The noises he made were encouraging, and Tim moved a hand to the back of Majima’s neck to angle his head better and really go for it. Bite down into pliant tissue and get another wave of heat over his tongue, another taste of him.]

[Everything about it felt good— the willing, unresisting body in his arms, the blood running down his throat, the way he could feel a faint pulse in his jaw. There was some instinct that told him to shift his bite to feel it better, up higher on his neck and deeper, but that—]

[Tim loosened his bite. That was probably enough of that. Majima was his boyfriend, not a steak. This was just a little sampler.]

[When he pulled back, there were two clear punctures on his neck, surrounded by redness that would probably eventually bruise. It stopped bleeding quickly enough, but there was still a little slip of blood that ran down his collar, and Tim couldn’t help licking it up.]

[ Turned out, Majima might as well have been wearing a skimpy negligee, because he really liked this whole Nosferatmoo thing? Or at least, he'd enjoy being ravished by this particular Nosferatmoo. He groaned as Tim bit deeper into him, at the feeling of hot blood and the strangely pleasant sink of fangs into his neck. At some point, his fingers lost that part of their coordination that allowed them to make coherent shapes, and Majima occupied himself instead into drawing himself closer into Tim's beefy embrace.

When his boyfriend let go, there was still the warm swipe of Tim's tongue over his skin; Majima stroked the soft, velvety fur behind Tim's ear and gave his temple a kiss. ]

Wow. Really enjoyed that, huh?

I, uh. Is it weird to say that you taste good?

[Probably, but Majima was a snack in both the literal and metaphorical ways. That was also kind of a problem, though-- he tasted so good that if Tim was hungry enough, he'd be worried that he might do some real damage. Get his teeth into an important vessel or something and accidentally bleed out his boyfriend.]

[Prudence would probably say that he should keep his eating and his relationships separate. That also was probably the exact opposite of what they were going to do, because they both made terrible decisions.]

Did it hurt? You, um. It didn't seem like it was bad, but...

[How could it not hurt to have somebody's teeth in your neck?]

Only a little.

[ Great, now Majima was cuddling Tim, like the Nosferatmoo had actually kissed him instead of relieving him of a pint of the good stuff. ]

I guess it should hurt. But it's really only when your fangs first sink in. The rest actually feels pretty damn nice.

[ He reached out to turn off the tap now that the water had risen to bath-height, then put his fingers up to touch the puncture marks. ]

Guess I'd still better cover up for a bit, huh? How're you feelin' now?

[So the kiss of the Nosferatmoo wasn't a painful one-- Tim wasn't exactly sure what to think about that. On one hand, he was glad that he didn't actually hurt Majima when he bit him, but on the other... there was something kind of awful in the idea that he could drain somebody and make them like it.]

[Also-- Majima was totally willing to let his cowpire boyfriend snack on him. That was probably concerning, too.]

I'm feeling better, I think? But that's a super low bar to pass.

[He'd literally regrown limbs and had his teeth fall out. Pretty much anything was better than that.]

We, uh. We should probably be careful, though? I could really hurt you with this whole vampire thing.

[And Majima might not even realize until it was too late, since there wasn't the appropriate pain response.]

[ There was probably a lot that was concerning about Majima, including that he didn't seem overly concerned. ]

Ya are a minotaur, Tim. It ain't just your fangs you could hurt someone with.

[ And... Majima had actually hurt Tim before, though the bullman seemed to have a taste for it. Majima felt a little twinge of guilt about that. Like, not enough to stop him, though. Instead, he glanced over Tim's features as if searching for something. ]

...what happened the past few weeks, it brought a lot to mind. About how I can't really help anyone.

[There was a big difference, though, between Tim agreeing to let Majima tie him to the headboard and smack him around with a riding crop and Tim accidentally draining the blood out of Majima. One was consensual and had no lasting damage, the other was a tragic accident that would undoubtedly give him a complex.]

[Tim looked a little confused at that statement, and how it came out of seemingly nowhere.]

What are you-- is this about the poachers?

[Tim had probably said this multiple times, but apparently he needed to say it at least once more.]

You know that wasn't your fault, right?

It doesn't matter whose fault it was.

[ On some level, it was about the poachers. On another, it wasn't actually about them at all. ]

When I saw ya out in that alley, I thought about how Makoto looked after those goons gunned her down. And then I thought about Saejima, Lee, Nishitani...

[ His gaze had wandered a little, but then Majima seemed to remember where he was, focusing again on Tim. ]

I ain't sayin' it's your fault, either. I just don't want to be the one left standin' any more while someone else bleeds out. I'm going to ask Mana if she can make it so I can do something about that next time.

I...

[What was he supposed to say? That he was sorry that Majima had to see him in that alley, bleeding and maimed? He was, he wished that Majima never had to see him that way. He wished that Majima hadn't had so many people he cared about die on him.]

[He just wanted Majima to be okay. And the more that Tim had gotten to know him, the more he'd realized that underneath Majima's calm, collected exterior was a man who was Not Okay.]

...What kind of thing are you going to ask her for?

[Because if the answer was 'a way to blow up all the bad guys' or something, that might be like. A problem? Not that Tim was exactly the best person to bring that up, because he was Mr. A Thing For Faces, but still.]

...A healing spell.

[ Surprise, it had nothing to do with explosions? Presumably, unless Majima wanted to heal with the power of nurturing explosions. ]

Don't laugh, alright? I know it sounds like somethin' out of a video game. [ It also seemed kind of out of character for Majima, who seemed to delight so in dismantling his enemies. Or... maybe not? He just wanted the people he cared about to be Okay, and so what if the phasing thing he'd wished for was exactly what he'd need to reach Saejima and this new idea was what he would have needed to help Makoto and Tim, he could pick his own skill tree with magic Ryslig money instead of Japanese yens this time!!! ]

Yeah, I mean, it does, but I'm also a minotaur vampire and you're a werewolf who can already light things on fire with your brain or whatever, I think that healing spells would be a stupid place to draw the line at this point.

[And, really... it wasn't an impractical thing to ask for. If people got hurt a lot all around you, why wouldn't you want a way to patch them up again? Majima couldn't physically protect everyone he cared about. Being able to keep them in one piece was probably the next best thing.]

I think that's a good thing to ask for. [He supported Majima's use of his Monopoly money. Though, really, it was his Monopoly money and he could use it however he wanted.] I probably should've asked Mana for something useful before I asked her to change my feeding. I could've seen if she would've given me some Anshins or something.

Huh? What, like, tell ya it was all gonna be okay? [ #justlanguagethings ]

[ Majima sloshed around in the water a little as he leaned up against Tim's beefy shoulder and sat back against the side of the tub. ]

I don't think there's anythin' wrong with what ya asked for. I would've asked for the same thing.

[ Well... he did ask for the same thing, really. Majima put out a hand, looking for Tim's. ]

What?

[Majima leaned up against him and Tim rearranged his arms to accommodate the new position. He reached for the the soap, too, because if they were going to be in the bath, they might as well wash up a bit. He got his hands soaped up and started to work it into Majima's ruff-- clean out any blood that was left in there.]

No, I mean. Anshin med hypoes? It's medicine or something, one of those can heal up almost anything. [Or just slam a couple of them, you'd be fine.] They're probably the main reason why I didn't end up buzz-axe murdered by a bandit or something.

[Tim would've-- or should've-- probably asked for the feeding change earlier, but he'd set himself back in Monopoly money when he'd bought that VCR and cassette tape for Majima. Worth it, though, for how happy he was.]

Yeah, but I guess it's kinda... selfish? It only helps me.

I guess that would make ya feel pretty Anshin. [ One day, the heavens would rain retribution down on Majima for his terrible comedic trespasses. You might say they'd punish him. ] It's like 'peace of mind'. Or bein' able to rest easy.

That sounds real handy, though. I used to bolt down energy drinks instead. [ Because of course, right? Bleeding from multiple orifices? Try a Red Bull. ]

[ Majima closed his eyes as Tim worked his fingers through that fluff. He couldn't help it; between the warmth of the water and the massaging, it was tempting to just loll his head to the side and let the man work. Instead, he grabbed himself a little shampoo and reached over to start lathering up Tim's hair. ]

What about the people you're not eatin' any more? [ He didn't know, Tim. For Majima, it was hard to see 'not wanting to eat people' as a selfish motive. ]

Oh, it means something in Japanese? Huh.

[What the hell was the Borderlands universe, anyway. What happened to Earth? Why did some companies have names that were translatable from old Earth languages? Why were there obvious Greco-Roman mythology references in planet names and companies? ~~Gearbox, explain!!~~]

[Tim was happy, though, to lather up his werewolf boyfriend-- he hadn't had arms for a while, or hands, so it was nice to use them again. Especially since Majima seemed to like it so much, like dogs liked getting pet.]

Oh, well. Honestly, that's probably not going to change. [He sighed, and started to rinse the soap out of Majima's fluff.] I go hunting with Jack. He does that energy thing, y'know? So he'd kill them by doing... that, and I got what was left over.

[Not exactly the most appealing way to do things, but better than the alternative. Only one person had to die for the both of them, two monsters with one corpse.]

At least that way, I could kind of make sure he only went after shitty people, otherwise he'd just kill anybody who pissed him off.

[ A pause. ]

You... what? Why?

[ Majima had never been comfortable with the idea of eating people from the start -- for himself, it had been such a visceral fuck no that he'd seriously considered going on bended knee to the Fog God for the promise that he wouldn't ever have to. Probably would have done just that, swallowing what pride he had left, if Mana hadn't given him an out.

He knew other monsters did it, of course, that they had to, and there was little they could do about it. Sometimes, little they cared to do about it. And Tim had seemed so uncomfortable talking about it, so gentle, that Majima had just sort of assumed his boyfriend used the soup kitchen. It occurred to Majima now that he probably should have asked, because this was actually kind of concerning? ]

I thought you were just there to fuck up his plans.

[ There was something... weirdly intimate about following Jack on the prowl and polishing off the bodies left behind when Mr. Space Tyrant was done sucking their essence out through his robot wires. Uncomfortably familiar about what sounded like more cleaning up after Handsome Jack's messes and curating his people feed. ]

I am. But Jack's going to kill people whether or not I'm there, so isn't it better if I can at least make sure he's going after somebody who deserves it? Instead of just, like, offing some schmuck on their way home from getting groceries?

[That, and the soup kitchen only worked for so long. He'd tried it, but only once, until the need to go out and hunt was bad enough that he was afraid he'd lose it again. And when he'd lost it the first time...]

[He didn't want to have that happen again. It had been bad enough that he'd lost control once. And when he'd stumbled home, bloody and sobbing? Jack had picked up the pieces. Jack had taken control of the situation and got Tim cleaned up and took care of it.]

[As terrible as Jack was, Tim was grateful for that.]

I know it's just damage control. But I thought that if I couldn't stop him from doing it, I should at least make sure he was only going after the worst people I could find.

[And, well, it wasn't like he was chopping up bodies in his basement or anything. He wouldn't have the stomach for it. Jack did it instead, and it was in a shed.]

Is it? Not like he's gotta eat people to kill 'em, or even dirty his own hands. He might just be humorin' you while you're there.

And even if he's not, you thought about why he's bein' so helpful, right? Letting ya tag along and run damage control. You sure he's not playin' nice because he knows he can't control ya the way he could back home?

[ If Majima's talks with Tim had convinced him of anything, it was that the combination of guilt and terrible self esteem was a hell of a drug. So easy to get what you wanted from someone who was convinced they deserved no better. And he really doubted Jack was doing anything to benefit Tim if it didn't also, ultimately, benefit Jack. ]

Because that's what I'd be doing if I was some space psycho. Ya already feel responsible for him, right? Like ya can't ever get out from under his shadow, like it has to be you and you alone who stops him. But he's gotta know that, on some level.

You don't think he's got some investment in keeping you thinking you're the only one who can stop Hurricane Jack?

Edited 2019-12-07 02:11 (UTC)

I really don't need you to tell me that I can hurt Jack. I already know.

[Another thing that he felt bad about-- ripping Jack's stupid robot arm off in a fit of rage. Not just because it was, like, morally wrong to hurt people-- and it was wrong to hurt people, but Tim did understand nuance and the fact that Jack deserved a hell of a lot for all the shit he pulled-- but because when he'd done it, when he'd seen how scared Jack was of him in that moment, and how powerless he was to stop him?]

[Tim had kind of liked it. And that was where it had all started for Jack, too, when he'd killed a man for crossing him, because he deserved it, and said it felt invigorating.]

[Sometimes, Tim thought about the ways that he and Jack paralleled each other, and it kept him up at night.]

Besides, I'm not the one who stops him. Not at home, and I don't know if I can stop him here.

[He rinsed all the soap out of Majima's ruff, probably more thoroughly than he needed to. It kept his hands busy, and he needed that.]

And I know he keeps me around because he thinks I might be an asset. That's, like, not any different from back home. He's just not holding every card anymore. So I guess he can think whatever he wants, but I've gotta play along for a while.

[Tim had a hand now, if he was going to keep that poker metaphor going, but he still couldn't play it until just the right moment. If he went rogue on Jack too early, it would ruin any chance he had at stopping him from gaining power.]

I --

[ It felt like a brush-off, and hey. It wouldn't be the first one Majima had ever been on the business end of. It wasn't even the one that felt the worst ex post facto; that dubious honor was awarded to Saejima Taiga, for his mulish insistence on going through with that hit in '85 and not even telling his goddamn baby sister he was going to be going somewhere.

But he cared about Tim, so that sucked. Majima wanted to argue, of course, probably something along the lines of 'then why are you trying to do this alone', or 'you don't have to do anything', but guess what? He'd been down this road. He'd already agreed, despite all his misgivings, to leave it alone.

Even if Tim died, he'd be back. He should leave it alone.

He stopped Tim with the touch of his hand. ]

It's fine, I got it. And I know I already said I wouldn't get involved.

[ Majima didn't even want to talk about Jack. The fact that this dude, who was not in this relationship, somehow kept coming up in it? Thanks, he hated it. ]

How long are we talkin'?

[For whatever reason, Majima was attracted to stubborn-ass men. Here he was, shacking up with another stubborn asshole who refused to change his stupid plan despite the fact that it was, in fact, stupid as hell.]

[But he didn't want to talk about Jack, either. He wished he never had to consider Jack in his life at all, but unfortunately, his boss took up a lot of real estate in his brain. Despite the fact that Jack wasn't involved in this relationship at all, he sure had a pretty big impact on it.]

...I don't know?

[God, everything just happened so much. The day had literally just started and Tim was so tired, he just wanted to get back into bed and not think about any of this anymore, ever. Sleep for a whole month. And if the universe would do him a favor and let him wake up in a Jack-less world, he'd be grateful.]

I just, I don't know. I'm sorry, I, I'm trying.

[Trying to get things sorted, and deal with Jack, and deal with everything that kept happening in Ryslig, and maybe he wasn't dealing with it very well, but he was sure trying.]

[ One day, maybe he'd figure out why he was into hulking, immovable objects. That day was not today.

Majima was looking at Tim while he spoke, as if he might glean the answer to some unasked question through the act of simple observation. What he saw besides an exhausted minotaur was a mystery, but he put out a hand to touch Tim's face with the back of a white-furred hand. A careful touch, gentler than necessary.

Then he pulled the plug. The water was starting to get cold, anyway -- best to dry off before someone's teeth started chattering. ]

Here, go ahead and rinse off. You'll catch a cold, y'know.

[ He started to get up and lift one leg over the rim of the tub, aiming to brave the bathroom floor and retrieve some clean towels. ]

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