[ That same statement echoes in his thoughts, he just won't say it out loud. Neither of the two other men have a goal beyond. Unlike himself. Mine already judges them for it.
His gaze flickers to the side, not catching more than a glimpse of Nishikiyama who keeps him in his view. Mine only hears his hesitation, separated from the image out of the corner of his eye. With apprehension he finds that the reply doesn't fit his question. He'd had in mind some title, maybe, other than captain or even a position that doesn't have a name.
Nishikiyama's answer is unambiguous, yet he doesn't understand. Mine's lips part and he sucks in breath through his teeth as if to speak. He's interrupted. After Nishikiyama's confession trails the hum of the motor, other than that a silence stretching further than Mine'd wanted here. His hands squeeze the steering. ]
I am. [ Where the patriarch's eyes have fallen onto the dashboard, Mine finally turns his head. In so many, or so fewer words, that's his aim. Doesn't Nishikiyama look at him? ] I'm trying to show you.
[ Nishikiyama's eyes lift from the meter to Mine's. What he says in that moment confirms what he'd perhaps wanted all along; motives for actions that hadn't made much sense to him otherwise. Since the day they'd met, Mine had yet to slip up. He hadn't with a gun to his head, or even when left unattended behind closed doors. He'd always done what he said he would when he would. He'd always followed up afterward.
If Mine is making efforts to disarm and play Nishikiyama a fool, he's certainly doing a great job at it. What the fresh patriarch had hoped from somebody, anybody since Kiryu, is trapped in the confines of the car just across from him. Nishikiyama's gaze is averted first. It's easier to watch Mine through the rearview mirror.
Why had he known exactly what to say now? He doesn't want to ask him. Nishikiyama doesn't want to deny or fight what's happening, because he might kill it the way he's killed anything good that's happened to him yet. He knows he'll be left by himself, beneath someone's shoe again sooner or later. Whether what Mine's offering him is real or fake: Nishikiyama can't stand being by himself. Not right now. It's a joke to think he'd make it long enough to last Kiryu's entire sentence. Especially to think that things could ever go back to the way they were with what he's done.
Nishikiyama's hand finds Mine's leg when the freeway is straight. He squeezes it without speaking. ]
[ Mine is able to meet his gaze. Money, then with it power, he'd promised, but even through the patriarch's speech he'd been left to wonder if Nishikiyama is satisfied. Mine tries to see it in his eyes now.
He clings to that obstinate desire of his, to only find a way up and further up, the cost of it nothing that he might not be able to pay. In Nishikiyama's promise, though, nights and now months ago, even shrouded in the man's own ambition, Mine remembers himself asking for something scarcely able to be weighed up. Nishikiyama hasn't let anyone else come close to him since.
Restraint has been fractured by his want to be received by someone who has what he doesn't, and it has demanded Mine's answer rather than Nishikiyama did. Mine finds himself being buried alive in the silence when Nishikiyama's look fades and he finds no reply within it. So, even he turns away.
He can't ask what the moment meant and whatever Mine imagines, the thought abandons him under the sudden weight of Nishikiyama's palm. Now he won't let himself look, but he feels the same incisiveness in touch as when Nishikiyama's glance met him across the room. Some sensation rising in his chest, Mine hears himself breathe in sharply. ]
[ Nishikiyama's hand stays there, thumb pressed to the other's thigh. Mine doesn't flinch away from him. He doesn't swat him off, or deny the touch. Without anything other than the soft sound of air sucked back through his throat, Nishikiyama doesn't know what any of it means. Why doesn't he act? Is the inaction simply because it feels out of bounds for Mine to refuse?
The silence is so loud now that it's maddening. What does Mine want? ]
βSay something.
[ How Nishikiyama hates the quiet. His paranoid mind will bury actuality in an instant if Mine allows it. ]
[ Mine's gaze flickers to the tachometer with the needle still pointing at a flat 100 km/h, mistaking an invisible tremor. From the patriarch's hand a sensation spreads out, growing down to his fingertips where they set roots in muscle. Mine recognizes the squeeze from his grasp and in stark contrast numbness webbed in between Nishikiyama's fingers. He feels something, a realization he can't relegate solely to touch.
He's stood himself in front of Nishikiyama posing as somebody capable, as a man he could desire near him, and pointed at his own ambition with desperate clarity. No answer to a question Mine then, even so, doesn't ask. ]
Am I someone you wantβ?
[ Now, Nishikiyama's demand cuts to it and the words spill, unpoised and exposing Mine adrift in his own emotions. He can't see Nishikiyama through the mirror but looks up, eyes to be met without him knowing. He leans his knee to the center console. ]
[ It's a clear enough answer for him, Nishikiyama thinks. A conditional that emphasizes both the reason he'd hesitated just as much as why he hadn't let the others come close to him. Out of everyone else, Mine may know the most about Nishikiyama at this point; he has the most insight into his actions. Even Kazama and Kashiwagi hardly recognize him since Yuko's passing.
Mine's leg slips a little closer. It's tilted somewhat toward him, and Nishikiyama feels like he might choke should any more silence haunt him further. ]
You have to tell me what that means.
[ He'll need to tell Nishikiyama whether he can have him. ]
[ Out of the frame of the rearview mirror Mine's gaze falls back down, through the windshield, no longer soft and searching but boring sharply. Starting today, Nishikiyama can freely say who he wants by his side; why won't he?
Women who'd loved him until Mine said what he wanted, men who's firm handshake quickly turned limp over holding a stack of yenβ why make separate having and wanting, if he's judged for both the same. Mine has observed in Kazama's eyes, looking at Nishikiyama, the same reflection he'd then seen pointed at himself. It's disdain, regret, too. The notion makes his blood boil.
The patriarch's reply would threaten him with the same thing, yet his hand stays. Mine realizes Nishikiyama's restlessness has got under his own skin, clawing up his throat, and that he needs to say something as much as Nishikiyama needs to hear. ]
The truth is, I was really hoping you'd say that you want me close to you.
[ Whether as a yakuza or as a man, Mine's discovered, there's no longer a difference. His leg moves down in a way that lets Nishikiyama's hand stroke his thigh. ]
Hearing this now, that the other man wants him to want himβ that's plenty. Enough for him. Nishikiyama's fingers graze the top of the leg he hasn't let go ofβ Mine's thigh. He hardly sees the road through the windshield anymore. It's all just motion and color. ]
I want you.
[ And it horrifies him. It'd been the truth Nishikiyama had struggled to voice and accept. Saying it so plainly, however, allows some room for relief. A weight has been lifted from him, and Nishikiyama swallows a thick knot that'd been caught in his throat. ]
Take us somewhereβ I don't want this to be in the car.
[ Mine is himself transfixed by his ability to confess so openly, for Nishikiyama allowing him to do so. Wordlessness comes after he has already said it all, but with it anxiety. He shouldn't feel like that, he gathers rationale to think. Mine has wanted to say this almost as much as he wants Nishikiyama to respond, now, shedding diplomatic prologue and careful replies.
He listens to and feels acutely the faint scrape of fingernails atop the fabric of his dress pantsβ Mine's right hand lifts from the wheel and he places it on Nishikiyama's wrist, directed to follow the movement. Even then, he hears his answer the most clearly. Yes, he wants Nishikiyama to want him.
No longer looking at the empty lane ahead, but at the other man in profile, Mine wants him too. Can he say it...? The request dries out his mouth. ]
βWe're almost there.
[ 'This' isn't something he's pictured. There is the suite Mine has reserved, anticipating that Nishikiyama would accept his invitation earlier, more private than a restaurant setting. They'll arrive to a table set for two and the rest of the room open to them. ]
[ From the parking spot to the lobby to now the hallway leading to the suite, Nishikiyama's yet to say anything else. Like a stray cat in an unknown alley, his eyes are simply observing their surroundings. Carefully. Since admitting his desire back in the car, he's more conscious of himself and his actions. He sweeps his own jacket from the side and slips his copy of the room's card key into a designer's wallet he'd purchased. The door spills the well-furnished suite to them with a quiet click. ]
...
[ The patriarch ducks his head lower when he enters, like someone's sidepiece nervous to be caught in a morning tabloid. Once inside, though, he sheds the jacket from his shoulders and hooks it on the coat rack. Nishikiyama's already thinking of what's coming next. Surely Mine understands?
Further into the room and for the first time since their ride over, Nishikiyama faces Mine properly. He's smaller-looking without the padded shoulders of his suit. Still, he retains a prickly atmosphere, but within the intimate space of the suite, he's less bent on keeping up.
Until that door closes, he thinks. Will Mine say something to him first? Will he act first? Who knows. This entire precedent had been sprung out of nowhere.
Nishikiyama's eyes are hard and dark. They dare Mine to act on what they'd said during the drive over. ]
[ Leaving the car, going up to the room, Mine realizes he's only been holding his breath throughout the silence. The hallways don't suggest a cheap purpose, but what else is there at the end of that walkβ Even without spelling it out, by answering Mine's question in the car Nishikiyama hadn't left him to misread his intent. He swears, he keeps finding the phantom touch of Nishikiyama's hand on his knee.
Dim lights and empty drinking glasses are reflected in the domed covers over ready plates, and also Nishikiyama having taken off his coat. Mine's gaze lifts from the distorted, mirror image to the man in actuality. He's more trim like that, Mine observes immediately. The knot already in his stomach tightens, like getting yanked one side.
He looks at Nishikiyama, head inclined but meeting that dark stare. The door shuts softly. The patriarch's eyes spell an expectation and Mine tries not to look like he'd ask again. ]
...
[ Hands reaching to the level of his chest either side, he grabs his jacket at the break line of the lapel. Mine pulls back roped shoulders, revealing that his own stature doesn't change much. Undressing from the top, he slips two fingers beneath his tie and opens the first button on his shirt to loosen it. ]
[ He doesn't like the quiet, and Mine isn't breaking it. ]
No one else is coming in, are they?
[ Nishikiyama doesn't know if there are caterers, hotel workers, or otherwise scheduled to come in and bring them each course of an expensive meal. As he waits for the other's answer to fill the space, he sees Mine's fingers sinking into a tight gap beneath his tie. How strange to see that button undoneβ even in his own home, he'd hardly loosened up in Nishikiyama's presence. ]
We don't have a lot of time.
[ It's only a lunch, he remembers. The amber lighting of the suite makes it easy to forget and think it's night. After their earlier conversation, Nishikiyama finds that he isn't hungry. Not for food. ]
[ Mine hesitates in that, wondering if his answer sounds like he'd predicted this. The truth of it lingers with Nishikiyama's standing within the Tojo Clan and Mine's outside of the yakuza, encountering the overlap in this room. After all he doesn't say, though. Nishikiyama's eyes pin himβ Mine realizes what he noticed.
The other's seen him naked before, but in a different capacity, and at home he hasn't appeared informal either. Mine can feel his own pulse on the side of his neck, where tie and collar have just been unfastened. It quickens, in step with the brevity Nishikiyama infers. He hangs his tie over the same rack as his jacket. Mine pulls the front of his shirt out from the waistband of his pants. The length of it covers the studded belt.
His gaze flickers from looking down on himself over to his patriarch, paces apart. Nishikiyama must've done it quick before, tooβ Won't he actβ? Mine exposes his chest, his toned midriff button by button, until his shirt falls open down his back. The new sujibori of a Kirin covers him. ]
There are all sorts of reasons Mine might not want the additional company of suite staff, but Nishikiyama doesn't question it. With the confirmation comes his effort to undressβ calloused fingers tucking into the knot of his tie and pulling it free with a hiss of fabric. Its silver slides over his shoulders, and after only slipping three buttons or so apart, he pulls his black dress shirt out of his waistband and reels everything up and over his head in a boyish way.
The collar of his shirt teases hair product. It threatens the dark locks Nishikiyama had carefully slicked back earlier that morning. Popping free of his top, far less thoughtfully than Mine, he tosses his clothing on the back of a chair. There's a vividly red koi fish on his backβ one that Mine had only seen in passing during their trip to the bathhouse before. The dips and divots of muscle on him are tense. He's not relaxed, though he's feigning experience. Things are different when one's partner is a woman, he thinks; there's awkwardness now in that Nishikiyama's never acted on an attraction to another man before. He'll pay it no mind. Besides, it's not like Mine will reject him.
Nishikiyama closes the space between them in silence. With a silky bed not too far behind them, Nishikiyama herds Mine further back. He doesn't know where to put his hands at first, but they eventually place themselves on the other man's hips and squeeze. The next bit feels as if it happens slower. Nishikiyama's eyes are shut but his mouth is open when he kisses Mine, and he tastes their preferred brands of differing cigarettes when he has him on his lips. It tastes good; no, it's Mine himself that tastes good.
Nishikiyama ushers him against the edge of the mattress. ]
[ Mine, watching him undress, sees the carp wind itself along the muscles of Nishikiyama's back and shoulders. Although he hadn't looked at it long before, he remembers the motif, contrasting the artwork on some of the other Nishiki Family members, large and bold in bright red. Now more than then he's able to relate the image to the man who wears it. Mine's kirin is pale without color as it rears up his spine.
He leans back, meeting Nishikiyama's approach. The weight of the fabric hanging off his wrists leaves Mine's shirt on the floor, somewhere behind him and opposite of having put his jacket and tie up so neatly. His heel slides on it when he steps over. The want for some purchase is there, but Nishikiyama's fingertips press so firm against his hips that Mine needn't grab at him for it. Still, the same hand that's dared to grab the man's wrist comes to lie flat on Nishikiyama's waist, thumb with the other fingers, as if Mine lets himself because it feels familiar.
In reality, he's the same. He's never done it with a man; if Mine may find pause in the moment, he's anxious about continuing. His eyes are open when Nishikiyama's lips close over his. He feels his bottom lip and the edge of teeth, similarly the flavor of Nishikiyama's cigarettes is just enough to find a difference.
His knees buckle hitting the edge of the bed. Necessarily he sees Nishikiyama bent over him, keeping one of his senses. Mine's mind rushes to the thought that he can't refuse now. Free hand reaching to his belt, he undoes the buckle and the fly front of his trousers. He matches everything, black boxer briefs to his dark shirt. His pulse bounces at his neck. He shuts his eyes tight in front of the other man. Mine presses the kiss back at Nishikiyama, moving his tongue out. ]
[ Nishikiyama's weight sinks into the bed. With one knee sliding onto the mattress, there's little sound other than a rustle of duvet beneath him. He angles himself carefully. With Mine's figure beneath him, Nishikiyama swallows him in his shadow. He leaves his bottoms on for now. This side of Mine is more interesting. His lips nip at the exposed tongue and kiss him again. At the same moment, Nishikiyama's hand slides across Mine's waist and over the lower half of his absβ down his front, where he's neatly tucked within the sheer black fabric of his underwear. Fingertips curl and touch the concealed bulge that's there, subtle but coaxing.
A heat's under his skin when he thinks about what he's doing. Nishikiyama's not sure how far the two of them will go or even if they should, given the limited time they're on. He should have prepared more. Is there even any lotion or lube here?
Nishikiyama settles into a straddle over his thighs. He lifts his head after a few moments of tasting Mine further and sits straighter when he chooses to look down at him properly. The base of his palm rubs along the shaft of Mine's cock through his boxer briefs. He wants him erect. Without saying anything, Nishikiyama watches Mine's face for how he might react. ]
[ With eyes closed, the bed seems to tilt more one side than it actually does. Mine thinks he isn't looking up at Nishikiyama directly, but finds himself still interested in the kiss. Less though, when he's to follow Nishikiyama's touch or, more than that, ultimately where intimacy collects at his fingertips.
Stray or thoughtful, when the patriarch's weight shifts on top and he sits, Mine can't keep his hand on his waist. Nishikiyama's knees squeeze his legs. He finds how the other sits to touch his left thigh. This time with his fingers splayed out, Mine aims to gauge his handspan against thick fabric. He opens his eyes out of their kiss, daunted to see Nishikiyama looking right at him.
Even if he couldn't learn intent from Nishikiyama's gazeβ he canβ then in his hand. Mine doesn't find time to react deliberately. His brows pinch together, as they do often enough that the dent of his frown's always hinted at in his expression, but release quickly. Air forces itself out between parted lips in short burst and makes a hissing sound. He squeezes his grip on Nishikiyama's thigh, too. If Nishikiyama is just going to jerk him offβ Mine's dick pushes against the arc suggested by his palm. Nishikiyama's eyes on him spread the warmth pooling below his belt to his chest, neck and face. ]
[ The cartilage of Mine's throat shifts when he chokes back sound, but Nishikiyama continues watching without speaking. He remains quiet while he strokes him, dark instincts fascinated by the sight of the other man under him and at his mercy. It's a side of himself he'd never known. Nishikiyama's lust has risen, but he doesn't smile. He instead builds a slow and tempting rhythmβ from the root until about halfway up the length that's filled out so far. He spits on the head of his cock and makes it glisten with ministrations of his hand. There's no lotion or at least none conveniently located anyway. If Nishikiyama's determined, he'll have to check the bathroom.
He's less confident than he'd like to be about all of it; he's nervous Mine will be able to tell. At least, though, Nishikiyama can do more than simply lay and be had. That's Mine's predicament at the moment, as someone who'd boldly declared his loyalty. Without realizing it, he'd permitted Nishikiyama to act on his baser impulses and submit to him.
Nishikiyama's fingertips tease the wet glans. His thumb presses into the center of it, applying some pressure before relieving it. He lets his earlier saliva cling to the skin in a thin, sticky string.
β Nishikiyama tries his best to look bored, but he fails. He's aroused. ]
[ Mine's able to align himself with the metronomic gestures of Nishikiyama's hand, an easy pace to grow against even as he breathing increases. His cock leans against tightened abdominals whenever Nishikiyama returns to the base. He hears himself question, naively, what Nishikiyama wants and begins to feel ill at ease for not having broken with his unrelenting gaze. His face blurs before his eyes. Just saliva isn't enough to conceal the rough skin of Nishikiyama's palm, on the ball of his thumb circling the tip. Mine's lower back arches from the bed and tilts his hips forward.
He offers something unarticulate, that spills over his bottom lip. His grip against Nishikiyama's thigh squeezes too, but even where his thumb rubs closest to his groin he wonders whether he's giving anything to react to.
Some other slick threads with his spit. If Mine sees nervousness now, it's mistaken for impatience as insistence clusters at the tip of Nishikiyama's thumb. He wrings out word over just a sound, a breathy note at the end. His eyes are glossy. It's obvious Mine's been holding it in. ]
Whatβ? [ Like he'd say yes. ] Noβ
[ Nishikiyama's direction is self-serving in a way that being with a woman won't compare to. Mine doesn't know where else to look, should he retreat from his demanding look, and so he's left there until lust comes into Nishikiyama's glare. He feels heat rise onto his cheeks, mixed unusually with the contention that's prodded at. Mine sees himself reactβunlike in his calm, sedate demeanorβgoaded on. He pushes himself against Nishikiyama's fingers. ]
[ Nishikiyama responds, but it sounds skeptical. His confidence begins to rise after teasing and pushing Mine's down some notches, and despite not knowing what he's doing, he feels assertive enough now to feign and force his way through. It isn't as if Mine himself's not enjoying it. Brown eyes flitter down to where he's been fairly quick to get hard, and Nishikiyama slows his hand to keep it instead settled at the base. His thigh is a little tense under Mine's squeeze, but Nishikiyama at this point is almost challenging Mine to resist or act on his own lust. He rustles against the bed, a spark of mischief surfacing after he sees Mine's blushβ admission of defeat, as far as he's concerned.
Nishikiyama's lips pull into a smirk. There's a sound when he gives a derisive laugh, a short puff-like one, before he lowers his head and nibbles on the shell of Mine's ear. There's heat on his tongue. ]
What're you so scared of? Me?
[ He positions himself on all fours, more to keep Mine below him before anything else. His free hand traces the slope of Mine's shoulder and then his chest as he asks the question in a mumble. ]
[ He's not following Nishikiyama's scrutinizing gaze now; he knows where it lands and because of that the flush to his face won't dissipate. If he was getting himself off he'd pause there, get himself together and make it last. Even though Nishikiyama lets on the same idea, Mine recognizes something he'd call dangerous. Not to his life, except once, but to his dignity. He's interrupted in the thought that he didn't consider what his confession is worth.
Nishikiyama's lips tease at his ear with admonishment and when he's that close, he'll feel Mine's air puff against his skin, getting faster. The same question and a gun to his head, it'd all been fear. Mine knew how to answer that time.
Heat becomes trapped between them and Mine's chest rises more intently, at the same time more taking breaths more shallow, at the call of Nishikiyama's trail across his collarbone. ]
Noβ [ Again, and his answer chokes in his throat the same. He doesn't know what Nishikiyama is threatening him with. ]
Settled comfortably in the space above Mine's shoulder, Nishikiyama's face is relaxed when he gazes down at the slick, rose-flushed tip of Mine's cock. It's the one part of him that betrays his otherwise docility. Sort of cute. Nishikiyama bullies Mine some by spoiling the head of it, his wrist twisting and digits splaying so he can push it through the gaps of his fingers. It's strangely enjoyable to jerk someone other than himself off, he finds. Self-gratification had almost felt like a chore for him, with how he'd struggled to center his thoughts lately. He uses Mine's precum to keep things wet and feels the other's pulse drumming through the lengthβ probably enough to flush him out, should he not resist doing so too hard. He shouldn't though. Nishikiyama thinks it's clear from the build-up in the car that he wants to do something more exciting than this.
The teeth at Mine's ear withdraw, leaving something sort of like a kiss behind. It's a little too lazy to be deliberate. After drifting his touch across the span of Mine's chest, Nishikiyama sits up straight again and starts to dismount. He abandons the other's dick, cruelly leaving it erect and untended.
It doesn't mean it's out of mind, however. Nishikiyama's eyes are still on it. ]
I want to work longways. The bed's pointless unless it's getting used.
[ His dick is the part of him that wants Nishikiyama's attention, rather than his sharp gaze staying with Mine's. Yet, when that falls away he can't relax eitherβ is he only teasing or really trying to make him cum? At this point Mine's almost content to. Pressure and heat at the tip spread down his length, even where Nishikiyama doesn't care to touch anymore, pushed down in the tight space between his knuckles. Mine focuses there without much trying. His hand on Nishikiyama's thigh releases, withdrawing to slide onto the mattress dented in by his knee, like he'll find poise gripping into the bedsheets and in another wordless sound pushing against the back of his throatβ
Nishikiyama's withdrawal leaves Mine unbalanced, or otherwise dizzy. Departing his touch there's just a prickling trail across his chest, too dull almost, Mine's senses emphasize somewhere else. Even the weight shifting when Nishikiyama gets up is leaving him unoriented, like he got too used to it in that short time.
More than he's got a mind to be flustered by that idea, Mine hears himself breathe hard and quickly, noisy compared to all else he's been. He leans up on his elbows, looking down at his cock straining against the waistband of his briefs. He can do it himselfβ
The thought's flushed out by Nishikiyama's demand. Mine meets him briefly, but not while he scoots back. He toes off his shoes, against the sheets his trousers ride down his thighs. ]
[ Nishikiyama stays at the end of the bed as Mine adjusts his positioning. He copies his idea in that same stretch, peeling his shoes and socks off one at a time until he's barefoot. His index and middle fingersβ still a little wet from spit and precumβ slip into a brass handle of the nearby end table. He's lucky to find a plastic case of toiletries inside. Makeup wipes, lotion, and other neatly packaged products zipped together cleanly... they're intended for a female guest. Face lotion is probably enough for this. Nishikiyama will settle.
He eyes Mine on the bed again. The seemingly impossible muscle definition he possesses. How his cheeks are flushed with uncharacteristic heat, and he looks so unusually clumsy and stunned. Nishikiyama feeds on that. He lifts one knee after the other onto the sheets and crawls up the bed's length with his eyes cast down on the other's cock.
The travel-sized lotion bottle is dropped somewhere in the blankets in case needed. More appetizing to him than what he'd done before, Nishikiyama hooks some of his hair behind his ear and sinks his head between Mine's thighs. The smattering of red inkβ his koi fishβ is seen on his back. There's no eye contact. Further between the other man's legs, he nuzzles at the shaft before settling his weight onto his elbows and belly. Nishikiyama doesn't explain himself when he slides the head of Mine's dick in his mouth. ]
Hnn.
[ He's yet to look up. Experimenting with Mine, he swirls his tongue around the glans with his lips sealed. ]
[ He watches Nishikiyama dig through the drawer where his reservations are concealed from seeing them. Mine swallows a gasp eventually, confining his own agitation. The intermission won't make him go soft, but he needs rationale to not simply feel abandoned in the wake of Nishikiyama's ministrations. Instead he's flustered by his confession to himself therein. Free of that unreadable judgment, Mine realizes he still needs the attention; Nishikiyama moves as if he can trace it in scent.
Mine sees the koi on his back as it bends and bows with him. He tries to remember seeing it in the bathhouse, asking about the motif and the method. Here, the red is set in stark contrast with Nishikiyama's dark hair spilling over his neck. Mine doesn't make the comparison consciouslyβ he's only had a woman between his legs. He looks down, finding what he wants.
Even just the anticipation catches him with quickened breath. Nishikiyama's breath feels warm and damp grazing Mine's length, weighty in a way even his hand did not, the prelude to being taken between his lips. His brows draw deep on the ridge at his nose again, sensations overshot. Mine watches but is still surprised. Nishikiyama's tongue nudges the sensitive swollen tip but pushes it against his teeth on the opposite side. The dagger shock of it shoots into his groin. For once it lets Mine wonder if he's experience or experiment, in the next moment he's soothed, hot and soft movements lapping at his dick. ]
Ahh!
[ It's his first admission of a noise made for pleasure. ]
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His gaze flickers to the side, not catching more than a glimpse of Nishikiyama who keeps him in his view. Mine only hears his hesitation, separated from the image out of the corner of his eye. With apprehension he finds that the reply doesn't fit his question. He'd had in mind some title, maybe, other than captain or even a position that doesn't have a name.
Nishikiyama's answer is unambiguous, yet he doesn't understand. Mine's lips part and he sucks in breath through his teeth as if to speak. He's interrupted. After Nishikiyama's confession trails the hum of the motor, other than that a silence stretching further than Mine'd wanted here. His hands squeeze the steering. ]
I am. [ Where the patriarch's eyes have fallen onto the dashboard, Mine finally turns his head. In so many, or so fewer words, that's his aim. Doesn't Nishikiyama look at him? ] I'm trying to show you.
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If Mine is making efforts to disarm and play Nishikiyama a fool, he's certainly doing a great job at it. What the fresh patriarch had hoped from somebody, anybody since Kiryu, is trapped in the confines of the car just across from him. Nishikiyama's gaze is averted first. It's easier to watch Mine through the rearview mirror.
Why had he known exactly what to say now? He doesn't want to ask him. Nishikiyama doesn't want to deny or fight what's happening, because he might kill it the way he's killed anything good that's happened to him yet. He knows he'll be left by himself, beneath someone's shoe again sooner or later. Whether what Mine's offering him is real or fake: Nishikiyama can't stand being by himself. Not right now. It's a joke to think he'd make it long enough to last Kiryu's entire sentence. Especially to think that things could ever go back to the way they were with what he's done.
Nishikiyama's hand finds Mine's leg when the freeway is straight. He squeezes it without speaking. ]
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He clings to that obstinate desire of his, to only find a way up and further up, the cost of it nothing that he might not be able to pay. In Nishikiyama's promise, though, nights and now months ago, even shrouded in the man's own ambition, Mine remembers himself asking for something scarcely able to be weighed up. Nishikiyama hasn't let anyone else come close to him since.
Restraint has been fractured by his want to be received by someone who has what he doesn't, and it has demanded Mine's answer rather than Nishikiyama did. Mine finds himself being buried alive in the silence when Nishikiyama's look fades and he finds no reply within it. So, even he turns away.
He can't ask what the moment meant and whatever Mine imagines, the thought abandons him under the sudden weight of Nishikiyama's palm. Now he won't let himself look, but he feels the same incisiveness in touch as when Nishikiyama's glance met him across the room. Some sensation rising in his chest, Mine hears himself breathe in sharply. ]
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The silence is so loud now that it's maddening. What does Mine want? ]
βSay something.
[ How Nishikiyama hates the quiet. His paranoid mind will bury actuality in an instant if Mine allows it. ]
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He's stood himself in front of Nishikiyama posing as somebody capable, as a man he could desire near him, and pointed at his own ambition with desperate clarity. No answer to a question Mine then, even so, doesn't ask. ]
Am I someone you wantβ?
[ Now, Nishikiyama's demand cuts to it and the words spill, unpoised and exposing Mine adrift in his own emotions. He can't see Nishikiyama through the mirror but looks up, eyes to be met without him knowing. He leans his knee to the center console. ]
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[ It's a clear enough answer for him, Nishikiyama thinks. A conditional that emphasizes both the reason he'd hesitated just as much as why he hadn't let the others come close to him. Out of everyone else, Mine may know the most about Nishikiyama at this point; he has the most insight into his actions. Even Kazama and Kashiwagi hardly recognize him since Yuko's passing.
Mine's leg slips a little closer. It's tilted somewhat toward him, and Nishikiyama feels like he might choke should any more silence haunt him further. ]
You have to tell me what that means.
[ He'll need to tell Nishikiyama whether he can have him. ]
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Women who'd loved him until Mine said what he wanted, men who's firm handshake quickly turned limp over holding a stack of yenβ why make separate having and wanting, if he's judged for both the same. Mine has observed in Kazama's eyes, looking at Nishikiyama, the same reflection he'd then seen pointed at himself. It's disdain, regret, too. The notion makes his blood boil.
The patriarch's reply would threaten him with the same thing, yet his hand stays. Mine realizes Nishikiyama's restlessness has got under his own skin, clawing up his throat, and that he needs to say something as much as Nishikiyama needs to hear. ]
The truth is, I was really hoping you'd say that you want me close to you.
[ Whether as a yakuza or as a man, Mine's discovered, there's no longer a difference. His leg moves down in a way that lets Nishikiyama's hand stroke his thigh. ]
...In other words, you can have me.
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Hearing this now, that the other man wants him to want himβ that's plenty. Enough for him. Nishikiyama's fingers graze the top of the leg he hasn't let go ofβ Mine's thigh. He hardly sees the road through the windshield anymore. It's all just motion and color. ]
I want you.
[ And it horrifies him. It'd been the truth Nishikiyama had struggled to voice and accept. Saying it so plainly, however, allows some room for relief. A weight has been lifted from him, and Nishikiyama swallows a thick knot that'd been caught in his throat. ]
Take us somewhereβ I don't want this to be in the car.
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He listens to and feels acutely the faint scrape of fingernails atop the fabric of his dress pantsβ Mine's right hand lifts from the wheel and he places it on Nishikiyama's wrist, directed to follow the movement. Even then, he hears his answer the most clearly. Yes, he wants Nishikiyama to want him.
No longer looking at the empty lane ahead, but at the other man in profile, Mine wants him too. Can he say it...? The request dries out his mouth. ]
βWe're almost there.
[ 'This' isn't something he's pictured. There is the suite Mine has reserved, anticipating that Nishikiyama would accept his invitation earlier, more private than a restaurant setting. They'll arrive to a table set for two and the rest of the room open to them. ]
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...
[ The patriarch ducks his head lower when he enters, like someone's sidepiece nervous to be caught in a morning tabloid. Once inside, though, he sheds the jacket from his shoulders and hooks it on the coat rack. Nishikiyama's already thinking of what's coming next. Surely Mine understands?
Further into the room and for the first time since their ride over, Nishikiyama faces Mine properly. He's smaller-looking without the padded shoulders of his suit. Still, he retains a prickly atmosphere, but within the intimate space of the suite, he's less bent on keeping up.
Until that door closes, he thinks. Will Mine say something to him first? Will he act first? Who knows. This entire precedent had been sprung out of nowhere.
Nishikiyama's eyes are hard and dark. They dare Mine to act on what they'd said during the drive over. ]
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Dim lights and empty drinking glasses are reflected in the domed covers over ready plates, and also Nishikiyama having taken off his coat. Mine's gaze lifts from the distorted, mirror image to the man in actuality. He's more trim like that, Mine observes immediately. The knot already in his stomach tightens, like getting yanked one side.
He looks at Nishikiyama, head inclined but meeting that dark stare. The door shuts softly. The patriarch's eyes spell an expectation and Mine tries not to look like he'd ask again. ]
...
[ Hands reaching to the level of his chest either side, he grabs his jacket at the break line of the lapel. Mine pulls back roped shoulders, revealing that his own stature doesn't change much. Undressing from the top, he slips two fingers beneath his tie and opens the first button on his shirt to loosen it. ]
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No one else is coming in, are they?
[ Nishikiyama doesn't know if there are caterers, hotel workers, or otherwise scheduled to come in and bring them each course of an expensive meal. As he waits for the other's answer to fill the space, he sees Mine's fingers sinking into a tight gap beneath his tie. How strange to see that button undoneβ even in his own home, he'd hardly loosened up in Nishikiyama's presence. ]
We don't have a lot of time.
[ It's only a lunch, he remembers. The amber lighting of the suite makes it easy to forget and think it's night. After their earlier conversation, Nishikiyama finds that he isn't hungry. Not for food. ]
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[ Mine hesitates in that, wondering if his answer sounds like he'd predicted this. The truth of it lingers with Nishikiyama's standing within the Tojo Clan and Mine's outside of the yakuza, encountering the overlap in this room. After all he doesn't say, though. Nishikiyama's eyes pin himβ Mine realizes what he noticed.
The other's seen him naked before, but in a different capacity, and at home he hasn't appeared informal either. Mine can feel his own pulse on the side of his neck, where tie and collar have just been unfastened. It quickens, in step with the brevity Nishikiyama infers. He hangs his tie over the same rack as his jacket. Mine pulls the front of his shirt out from the waistband of his pants. The length of it covers the studded belt.
His gaze flickers from looking down on himself over to his patriarch, paces apart. Nishikiyama must've done it quick before, tooβ Won't he actβ? Mine exposes his chest, his toned midriff button by button, until his shirt falls open down his back. The new sujibori of a Kirin covers him. ]
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There are all sorts of reasons Mine might not want the additional company of suite staff, but Nishikiyama doesn't question it. With the confirmation comes his effort to undressβ calloused fingers tucking into the knot of his tie and pulling it free with a hiss of fabric. Its silver slides over his shoulders, and after only slipping three buttons or so apart, he pulls his black dress shirt out of his waistband and reels everything up and over his head in a boyish way.
The collar of his shirt teases hair product. It threatens the dark locks Nishikiyama had carefully slicked back earlier that morning. Popping free of his top, far less thoughtfully than Mine, he tosses his clothing on the back of a chair. There's a vividly red koi fish on his backβ one that Mine had only seen in passing during their trip to the bathhouse before. The dips and divots of muscle on him are tense. He's not relaxed, though he's feigning experience. Things are different when one's partner is a woman, he thinks; there's awkwardness now in that Nishikiyama's never acted on an attraction to another man before. He'll pay it no mind. Besides, it's not like Mine will reject him.
Nishikiyama closes the space between them in silence. With a silky bed not too far behind them, Nishikiyama herds Mine further back. He doesn't know where to put his hands at first, but they eventually place themselves on the other man's hips and squeeze. The next bit feels as if it happens slower. Nishikiyama's eyes are shut but his mouth is open when he kisses Mine, and he tastes their preferred brands of differing cigarettes when he has him on his lips. It tastes good; no, it's Mine himself that tastes good.
Nishikiyama ushers him against the edge of the mattress. ]
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He leans back, meeting Nishikiyama's approach. The weight of the fabric hanging off his wrists leaves Mine's shirt on the floor, somewhere behind him and opposite of having put his jacket and tie up so neatly. His heel slides on it when he steps over. The want for some purchase is there, but Nishikiyama's fingertips press so firm against his hips that Mine needn't grab at him for it. Still, the same hand that's dared to grab the man's wrist comes to lie flat on Nishikiyama's waist, thumb with the other fingers, as if Mine lets himself because it feels familiar.
In reality, he's the same. He's never done it with a man; if Mine may find pause in the moment, he's anxious about continuing. His eyes are open when Nishikiyama's lips close over his. He feels his bottom lip and the edge of teeth, similarly the flavor of Nishikiyama's cigarettes is just enough to find a difference.
His knees buckle hitting the edge of the bed. Necessarily he sees Nishikiyama bent over him, keeping one of his senses. Mine's mind rushes to the thought that he can't refuse now. Free hand reaching to his belt, he undoes the buckle and the fly front of his trousers. He matches everything, black boxer briefs to his dark shirt. His pulse bounces at his neck. He shuts his eyes tight in front of the other man. Mine presses the kiss back at Nishikiyama, moving his tongue out. ]
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A heat's under his skin when he thinks about what he's doing. Nishikiyama's not sure how far the two of them will go or even if they should, given the limited time they're on. He should have prepared more. Is there even any lotion or lube here?
Nishikiyama settles into a straddle over his thighs. He lifts his head after a few moments of tasting Mine further and sits straighter when he chooses to look down at him properly. The base of his palm rubs along the shaft of Mine's cock through his boxer briefs. He wants him erect. Without saying anything, Nishikiyama watches Mine's face for how he might react. ]
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Stray or thoughtful, when the patriarch's weight shifts on top and he sits, Mine can't keep his hand on his waist. Nishikiyama's knees squeeze his legs. He finds how the other sits to touch his left thigh. This time with his fingers splayed out, Mine aims to gauge his handspan against thick fabric. He opens his eyes out of their kiss, daunted to see Nishikiyama looking right at him.
Even if he couldn't learn intent from Nishikiyama's gazeβ he canβ then in his hand. Mine doesn't find time to react deliberately. His brows pinch together, as they do often enough that the dent of his frown's always hinted at in his expression, but release quickly. Air forces itself out between parted lips in short burst and makes a hissing sound. He squeezes his grip on Nishikiyama's thigh, too. If Nishikiyama is just going to jerk him offβ Mine's dick pushes against the arc suggested by his palm. Nishikiyama's eyes on him spread the warmth pooling below his belt to his chest, neck and face. ]
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He's less confident than he'd like to be about all of it; he's nervous Mine will be able to tell. At least, though, Nishikiyama can do more than simply lay and be had. That's Mine's predicament at the moment, as someone who'd boldly declared his loyalty. Without realizing it, he'd permitted Nishikiyama to act on his baser impulses and submit to him.
Nishikiyama's fingertips tease the wet glans. His thumb presses into the center of it, applying some pressure before relieving it. He lets his earlier saliva cling to the skin in a thin, sticky string.
β Nishikiyama tries his best to look bored, but he fails. He's aroused. ]
This how you always are?
[ He tries provoking Mine beneath him. ]
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He offers something unarticulate, that spills over his bottom lip. His grip against Nishikiyama's thigh squeezes too, but even where his thumb rubs closest to his groin he wonders whether he's giving anything to react to.
Some other slick threads with his spit. If Mine sees nervousness now, it's mistaken for impatience as insistence clusters at the tip of Nishikiyama's thumb. He wrings out word over just a sound, a breathy note at the end. His eyes are glossy. It's obvious Mine's been holding it in. ]
Whatβ? [ Like he'd say yes. ] Noβ
[ Nishikiyama's direction is self-serving in a way that being with a woman won't compare to. Mine doesn't know where else to look, should he retreat from his demanding look, and so he's left there until lust comes into Nishikiyama's glare. He feels heat rise onto his cheeks, mixed unusually with the contention that's prodded at. Mine sees himself reactβunlike in his calm, sedate demeanorβgoaded on. He pushes himself against Nishikiyama's fingers. ]
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[ Nishikiyama responds, but it sounds skeptical. His confidence begins to rise after teasing and pushing Mine's down some notches, and despite not knowing what he's doing, he feels assertive enough now to feign and force his way through. It isn't as if Mine himself's not enjoying it. Brown eyes flitter down to where he's been fairly quick to get hard, and Nishikiyama slows his hand to keep it instead settled at the base. His thigh is a little tense under Mine's squeeze, but Nishikiyama at this point is almost challenging Mine to resist or act on his own lust. He rustles against the bed, a spark of mischief surfacing after he sees Mine's blushβ admission of defeat, as far as he's concerned.
Nishikiyama's lips pull into a smirk. There's a sound when he gives a derisive laugh, a short puff-like one, before he lowers his head and nibbles on the shell of Mine's ear. There's heat on his tongue. ]
What're you so scared of? Me?
[ He positions himself on all fours, more to keep Mine below him before anything else. His free hand traces the slope of Mine's shoulder and then his chest as he asks the question in a mumble. ]
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Nishikiyama's lips tease at his ear with admonishment and when he's that close, he'll feel Mine's air puff against his skin, getting faster. The same question and a gun to his head, it'd all been fear. Mine knew how to answer that time.
Heat becomes trapped between them and Mine's chest rises more intently, at the same time more taking breaths more shallow, at the call of Nishikiyama's trail across his collarbone. ]
Noβ [ Again, and his answer chokes in his throat the same. He doesn't know what Nishikiyama is threatening him with. ]
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Settled comfortably in the space above Mine's shoulder, Nishikiyama's face is relaxed when he gazes down at the slick, rose-flushed tip of Mine's cock. It's the one part of him that betrays his otherwise docility. Sort of cute. Nishikiyama bullies Mine some by spoiling the head of it, his wrist twisting and digits splaying so he can push it through the gaps of his fingers. It's strangely enjoyable to jerk someone other than himself off, he finds. Self-gratification had almost felt like a chore for him, with how he'd struggled to center his thoughts lately. He uses Mine's precum to keep things wet and feels the other's pulse drumming through the lengthβ probably enough to flush him out, should he not resist doing so too hard. He shouldn't though. Nishikiyama thinks it's clear from the build-up in the car that he wants to do something more exciting than this.
The teeth at Mine's ear withdraw, leaving something sort of like a kiss behind. It's a little too lazy to be deliberate. After drifting his touch across the span of Mine's chest, Nishikiyama sits up straight again and starts to dismount. He abandons the other's dick, cruelly leaving it erect and untended.
It doesn't mean it's out of mind, however. Nishikiyama's eyes are still on it. ]
I want to work longways. The bed's pointless unless it's getting used.
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Nishikiyama's withdrawal leaves Mine unbalanced, or otherwise dizzy. Departing his touch there's just a prickling trail across his chest, too dull almost, Mine's senses emphasize somewhere else. Even the weight shifting when Nishikiyama gets up is leaving him unoriented, like he got too used to it in that short time.
More than he's got a mind to be flustered by that idea, Mine hears himself breathe hard and quickly, noisy compared to all else he's been. He leans up on his elbows, looking down at his cock straining against the waistband of his briefs. He can do it himselfβ
The thought's flushed out by Nishikiyama's demand. Mine meets him briefly, but not while he scoots back. He toes off his shoes, against the sheets his trousers ride down his thighs. ]
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He eyes Mine on the bed again. The seemingly impossible muscle definition he possesses. How his cheeks are flushed with uncharacteristic heat, and he looks so unusually clumsy and stunned. Nishikiyama feeds on that. He lifts one knee after the other onto the sheets and crawls up the bed's length with his eyes cast down on the other's cock.
The travel-sized lotion bottle is dropped somewhere in the blankets in case needed. More appetizing to him than what he'd done before, Nishikiyama hooks some of his hair behind his ear and sinks his head between Mine's thighs. The smattering of red inkβ his koi fishβ is seen on his back. There's no eye contact. Further between the other man's legs, he nuzzles at the shaft before settling his weight onto his elbows and belly. Nishikiyama doesn't explain himself when he slides the head of Mine's dick in his mouth. ]
Hnn.
[ He's yet to look up. Experimenting with Mine, he swirls his tongue around the glans with his lips sealed. ]
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Mine sees the koi on his back as it bends and bows with him. He tries to remember seeing it in the bathhouse, asking about the motif and the method. Here, the red is set in stark contrast with Nishikiyama's dark hair spilling over his neck. Mine doesn't make the comparison consciouslyβ he's only had a woman between his legs. He looks down, finding what he wants.
Even just the anticipation catches him with quickened breath. Nishikiyama's breath feels warm and damp grazing Mine's length, weighty in a way even his hand did not, the prelude to being taken between his lips. His brows draw deep on the ridge at his nose again, sensations overshot. Mine watches but is still surprised. Nishikiyama's tongue nudges the sensitive swollen tip but pushes it against his teeth on the opposite side. The dagger shock of it shoots into his groin. For once it lets Mine wonder if he's experience or experiment, in the next moment he's soothed, hot and soft movements lapping at his dick. ]
Ahh!
[ It's his first admission of a noise made for pleasure. ]
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