[ Nishikiyama's agreement does nothing short of bringing him arousal. Confidence that has been carefully convinced and drawn out finds its recognition further in the other man's smile. Mine's gaze offers that dark intensity here, fixed in shadow.
With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked off– Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
[ Nishikiyama's fingers slip through the spaces of Mine's spread apart, and with them, he tangles himself with him further. He doesn't realize that he's fallen and ensnared within the clutch of Mine's gaze— shadows of which could easily swallow him whole. He could be Mine's object of affection, and not even begin to understand the weight. Being wanted, though, desired and admired; to Nishikiyama, Mine gives something that he's needed for some time.
With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rear— a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into you—
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
[ Mine's gaze is unrelenting and within it he finds himself looking at Nishikiyama in a trance of his own making. Desire and admiration are nestled in it and drape over the softness revealed in the other's expression, while Mine's look remains dark and consuming. His breathing, just like Nishikiyama's, is there to feed the gap left in their dialogue.
The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
[ Mine's grip kneads his ass and Nishikiyama cracks in his arms. The silence that follows is his own fault, but the depth of the gaze across him is answer enough. They're thinking the same thing, probably. As the two of them thrust into the space left within their hands, Nishikiyama's eyes, though shut, roll back in their sockets. A hard orgasm hits him and he ejaculates over the top of Mine's closed fist. His tongue still in his mouth; senses electric. ]
H-haa,...!
[ Nishikiyama's body tightens and releases. Muscles twist. It's embarrassing to be the first to cum, but he doesn't mind when he opens his eyes and Mine is still there wanting him for it all. Oh, how he's found himself caught in the scope of Mine's fixation. He's made a mess of himself and it turns him on to think about. Breaking their kiss for air, Nishikiyama's load drips along the knuckles of Mine's clutch. ]
[ He feels Nishikiyama tense before rolling into his release. His cock throbs against Mine's hand, where he can only crudely drag his thumb along his own length, before Nishikiyama's load spills over his fingers. The moan vibrates on his lips, paralyzing their bodies rocking against each other. Nishikiyama pulls away for air, but Mine is panting openly having felt himself approach climax and not wanting to delay it. ]
More–
[ He echoes from before. Looking up, Nishikiyama quickly soft again but his face further flushed with arousal, Mine still clutches his body. His eyes are hard, they want to reel Nishikiyama's catch in and not just trap it. So, he repeats his ministrations. What a mess they make. Nishikiyama's cum spreads between their hands. Rather than wanting to clean it off himself Mine keeps thrusting his hips; it won't need much of that for him to come to his end. ]
[ Enclosed within the grip and with Mine still stroking and thrusting, Nishikiyama's climaxing body jerks with sharp overstimulation. He chokes a sound back when his release is drawn out further— sensations peaking stronger and the throbs of pleasure resounding deeper in his blood. More cum than before erupts from the top, and the desperate sounds of them frotting so close together become all the more obscene in his ears. Though his face winces in a rare moment of submission, Nishikiyama watches Mine. By comparison, his gaze has been melted, different than the steely burn that lingers steadfastly in Mine's own.
It feels good, but Nishikiyama's body now pangs to demand a slower pace. With another raw moan, Nishikiyama fails to protest properly and instead lets himself stay in Mine's tightly gripping hands. His muscles are loose and they buzz with overwhelming pleasure. Lacking the will to stop him, he's Mine's to use as the other thrusts his way to an orgasm. Nishikiyama lulls his head against the top of his own shoulder while admiring how Mine looks when he wants him. He wants to burn it into his memory. What's happening between them now is like a fever dream. Catching glimpse downward, he doesn't know what's his and what isn't when Mine pumps and keeps them wrapped flush together below; his cock just aches and ejaculates helplessly.
[ The way Nishikiyama writhes above him, overwrought and compliant, collides with his senses in a daze. Mine keeps going, shoving himself against waning resistance until his body spasms with Nishikiyama laying on top of him. His thighs tremble and tense under the other man's straddle. There's less but Mine ejaculates in Nishikiyama's hand for the second time this way, mixing with cum and sweat already there. Now also spilled between them and spent, he readily slows down to a rhythm Nishikiyama's wanted much sooner. Catching sight of Nishikiyama watching him, head inclined, permeates the keen look on his face.
Mine blinks away languidly. He turns his head against the pillows behind him where warm breath grazes his shoulder. Urged by sensitivity netted across his body, he still arches into Nishikiyama's movement. As soon as the rush of his orgasm dissipates, though, Mine feels uniquely exposed. A yearning had broken free of his mind before he even knew it'd meet same intent– Nishikiyama stands over him as shelter.
Remembering his hand there, Mine kneads his ass idly. ]
[ Nishikiyama's breathing stays heavy. As Mine relents post-climax, he reads his expression even as the other man looks away and lets his head lay back. The tempo of Nishikiyama's panting pauses with a short swallow, an attempt to slow his heart rate and still lingering buzz of release. He remembers where Mine's hand is when he squeezes his rear. Nishikiyama shifts on top, rebuilding what Mine had snapped and collecting himself over him. Two arms reposition to cage the other down over his shoulders, and Nishikiyama averts an indiscernible gaze off to the side. ]
You were different that time.
[ It's easy for him to lower the side of his cheek down somewhere over Mine's steeply rising and falling clavicle. Like that, though, he frowns when he realizes they both smell like sex now. It's something they technically hadn't had, and yet are stuck in the aftermath of. Nishikiyama minds that less than he'd imagined he would. He feels together with Mine; far less alone than he'd felt during today's gathering of yakuza in the assembly hall. He can't trust it for sure, but he senses Mine feels the same way.
He doesn't know what to make of it. Whether or not he should be relieved or on edge by it. ]
[ Not soon enough to calm down completely, Mine finds himself synching with Nishikiyama's breath in and out. He wants to recoil from judgment, that's Mine's instinct first when the other pushes up to place certain distance between them. Puffs of his exhale meet the pulse point at Nishikiyama's wrist. His observation is vague—decidedly, Mine thinks—it's barely enough that he looks away. Mine's gaze slips into the space between them. He also swallows before he speaks. Mine breathes in scent of the products that fix Nishikiyama's hair, momentarily overwhelming his senses to the odor trapped with the spunk on his hand. ]
This felt different.
[ Clearly. Raw, even just on a physical scale. Mine's reply flutters between leaving his remark and offering an explanation clumsily. The image remains of Nishikiyama's body twisting to meet pleasure; it could be that neither of them realize the impact of his ask earlier on. Nonetheless Mine'd acted on it, savoring intimacy, a thought that roils in his mind when he has it. He isn't sure, if he can admit to feeling vulnerable because of it.
Even when they are alone, Mine's thoughts arrive back at the question of what comes next in the scope of the Nishikiyama Family. His hand at Nishikiyama's backside settles motionless ]
[ Nishikiyama's question pokes around for the same specifics, but from his end of things. As the hand on his glute stops squeezing him, his eyes sort of flicker back over his shoulder to wonder why. Opposite of Mine, the Nishikiyama Family is the last thing on his mind— he's still caught up in all the physicality right in front of him. ]
I don't see you like that a lot.
[ Nishikiyama comments. He keeps himself propped where he is but reaches for the tissue box to wipe up with. ]
[ Nishikiyama's question fans out of its ambit and Mine isn't sure what his answer should be. It's not that it wasn't, so what if he just agrees– still, Mine waits for a less ambiguous reply. One that doesn't come, what Nishikiyama adds just leaves him feeling more evasive. Insight into how others truly perceive him isn't something Mine gets often, not until now. ]
Yeah.
[ He mutters, but decides. Following Nishikiyama's glance over his shoulder, a way to skirt meeting him again too soon, Mine's snags on the implication. His hand moves along the curve, settling new on Nishikiyama's buttock. He ends up thinking. ]
Like... [ —he ponders how to phrase it. ] I gave you a lot of reasons not to be upfront with me before. You'd usually hesitate more to act than you just did.
[ But it's not surprising. Holding someone at the end of a gun or smacking him around now and then hadn't exactly been welcoming. Nishikiyama thinks that it probably isn't pleasant for Mine to remember. Enough so that it has him wondering how things had come to be this way between them at all. ]
It's crazy that you'd want me after everything. I think I'd hate me, and I wonder why you don't.
[ Mine wonders if only criticism is to come his way, he does poorly reading Nishikiyama's tone now. He might call him weird and fucked up in so many ways; not until recently should he even have had reason to draw nearer. Mine did all that time, though.
Impersonality and rigidity usually cower behind his hesitation, but getting as they are doesn't allow for either. Is Nishikiyama looking for an explanation to how he acted or even something to absolve himself– his apparent conclusion makes Mine uneasy but he looks up, unsure of when he'd turned his head back. ]
When you said that you want me, I felt the same, wondering why.
[ It makes sense considering. Nishikiyama had always been hot and cold— pushing Mine away about as often as he'd pulled him in. What Nishikiyama had wanted from him hadn't entirely made sense to he himself, either.
Nishikiyama dips his hand down to wipe up the mess between them with a sheet of tissue paper. He's thoughtfully quiet before he speaks again. ]
Yeah, though. I think we are; it means both of us are probably not sure what's going to happen from here on.
[ He side eyes Mine. ]
—You're not as bad as I am. You seem too tired of it all to be as pissed.
[ Mine's uncertainty suddenly resolves when the longer silence Nishikiyama leaves after his question reveals itself as reflection and not judgment. Nothing had yet been so clear, maybe because Mine himself hasn't been. Sharing what he thinks of the two of them seems right only now. ]
It feels unpredictable.
[ He agrees, neither of them really know, though what'd led to Mine asking before turns into strange comfort this time. He doesn't flee from Nishikiyama's glance because of it.
If they are similar, there's also vigor to Mine's anger. Still, he thinks on Nishikiyama's remark. ]
Maybe I don't show it– [ Many things disappear behind his stoic expression. ] That doesn't mean I'm not familiar with the frustration.
[ He balls the tissue in his hand once he's finished wiping the two of them down. After tossing it into a trash bin beside the bed, Nishikiyama straightens his back to keep himself planked over Mine on the sheets. It feels intimate that way. Mine isn't avoiding his eyes either. ]
You want me still? Knowing we're similar then?
[ He asks— ]
I don't trust anyone anymore, but I want you. You could show me your other self more too. I didn't mind it.
[ Nishikiyama traps him there, both physically and emotionally. Mine wants it, though. His pulse picks up. His hand on Nishikiyama's rear adjusts to his new position with a soft touch along the outer curve. ]
I still do.
[ Whatever happened to make Nishikiyama not trust, Mine is struck with the notion that he wants to find out. Eventually. What if he shares more of himself meanwhile...? ]
You didn't? [ Distance that briefly reappears in his answer doesn't really belong after having fucked, but there's depth to Mine's caution too. ] I'm glad... It's new for me.
[ Nishikiyama's chest tightens and flutters when Mine answers. He'd been met with honesty. The resoluteness and certainty of it reminds him of his former oath brother. While Nishikiyama takes Mine's response for what it is, the touch slipping along his rear and all, he realizes he'd held his breath.
He exhales when the conversation continues past the point where it'd flustered him. ]
I liked it better that way. It was more exciting.
[ Even this is embarrassing to admit. Though he'd enjoyed the affection, he now rolls off of Mine and onto his belly beside him, tattoo up. ]
[ Mine feels embarrassed in his own small way. He digs into the fact that Nishikiyama gives him a kind of praise he hasn’t ever received.
He leans over when Nishikiyama rolls off, just enough to tilt his hips and pull his leg over. Naturally it makes him lean in closer. The back of his head is untidy. Mine smoothes his hand against his hair and ends up leaning on it in a way. There's no doubt about where his gaze trails in that position, looking at Nishikiyama beside him.
Talking into the pillow makes the other man sound almost sullen. In his own office Mine has the power to just cancel a meeting. Being honest, he doesn’t care to share Nishikiyama‘s company with other people either; even less now.
[ He feels Mine's gaze fall against the fish on his back. Not that he minds. When Mine looks at him, it's with admiration rather than spite or disappointment. The latter two he'd grown more used to in recent years. Nishikiyama turns his head on his arm to peer over his bicep. ]
And you probably don't want to make it too obvious to the men gunning for that family captain spot. Just a word of advice.
[ Mine looks at him, seeming almost critical with his eyebrows knit together. Now theirs is a secret best kept, meanwhile Shindo and Kanda don't leave their ambition hidden. Along with the advice Nishikiyama gave him in the car, however, Mine sees himself playing a different act altogether. ]
I want us to keep meeting privately. [ After a moments pause he finds Nishikiyama's peeking gaze. ] I intend to be discreet...
[ He trails off before calling it their relationship, unsure about a label. It's when Mine's eyes move back over Nishikiyama's body. ]
[ And Nishikiyama's not sure if Mine can hold his own yet. Most of the men in the yakuza have gone their whole lives fighting— himself included. As Nishikiyama recalls the reality they're in, he watches Mine with some semblance of almost patronizing affection in his eyes. It's the way someone perceives a baby animal or similar; not mocking, but also failing to see a threat. ]
—Have you ever been in a fight before? Decked someone at a bar or something?
[ He stretches his back and legs when he sees Mine watching lower on him. ]
[ It's similar to what Nishikiyama'd said about his tattoo and in the end leaves Mine to brood over his involvement– And ever more likely than not, his competition. He arrives at the thought of it getting physical just before Nishikiyama says it out loud. The other man's look becomes unreadable, not because it's concealed but because Mine's mind briefly clouds with ambition.
Trailing the koi's winding spine, Mine arrives at its red face and eyes that don't focus him, unlike Nishikiyama's. ]
No, never. [ He doesn't live in the capacity for getting in street fights. Even when he says no, though, Mine separates from that doubt placed by his answer, eager to appear confident. ] –But I can fight.
[ Nishikiyama is curious about the answer. He rolls onto his side to face Mine again. With his tattoo out of sight, there's only uninked skin and muscle to look at instead. His cheek lowers, pressing against a silk pillow. ]
[ With Nishikiyama turning around Mine has little choice but to look up and meet him there. The way he leans against the pillow makes his question sound more mischievous than it probably is, but Mine can't imagine it's entirely without another idea behind it either. ]
What do you mean by that?
[ Wrinkles remain across the bridge of his nose. ]
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With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked off– Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
Tell me what you like.
[ Mine feels emboldened to fulfil it. ]
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With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rear— a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into you—
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
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The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
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H-haa,...!
[ Nishikiyama's body tightens and releases. Muscles twist. It's embarrassing to be the first to cum, but he doesn't mind when he opens his eyes and Mine is still there wanting him for it all. Oh, how he's found himself caught in the scope of Mine's fixation. He's made a mess of himself and it turns him on to think about. Breaking their kiss for air, Nishikiyama's load drips along the knuckles of Mine's clutch. ]
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More–
[ He echoes from before. Looking up, Nishikiyama quickly soft again but his face further flushed with arousal, Mine still clutches his body. His eyes are hard, they want to reel Nishikiyama's catch in and not just trap it. So, he repeats his ministrations. What a mess they make. Nishikiyama's cum spreads between their hands. Rather than wanting to clean it off himself Mine keeps thrusting his hips; it won't need much of that for him to come to his end. ]
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[ Enclosed within the grip and with Mine still stroking and thrusting, Nishikiyama's climaxing body jerks with sharp overstimulation. He chokes a sound back when his release is drawn out further— sensations peaking stronger and the throbs of pleasure resounding deeper in his blood. More cum than before erupts from the top, and the desperate sounds of them frotting so close together become all the more obscene in his ears. Though his face winces in a rare moment of submission, Nishikiyama watches Mine. By comparison, his gaze has been melted, different than the steely burn that lingers steadfastly in Mine's own.
It feels good, but Nishikiyama's body now pangs to demand a slower pace. With another raw moan, Nishikiyama fails to protest properly and instead lets himself stay in Mine's tightly gripping hands. His muscles are loose and they buzz with overwhelming pleasure. Lacking the will to stop him, he's Mine's to use as the other thrusts his way to an orgasm. Nishikiyama lulls his head against the top of his own shoulder while admiring how Mine looks when he wants him. He wants to burn it into his memory. What's happening between them now is like a fever dream. Catching glimpse downward, he doesn't know what's his and what isn't when Mine pumps and keeps them wrapped flush together below; his cock just aches and ejaculates helplessly.
Nishikiyama gives a tired squirm. ]
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[ The way Nishikiyama writhes above him, overwrought and compliant, collides with his senses in a daze. Mine keeps going, shoving himself against waning resistance until his body spasms with Nishikiyama laying on top of him. His thighs tremble and tense under the other man's straddle. There's less but Mine ejaculates in Nishikiyama's hand for the second time this way, mixing with cum and sweat already there. Now also spilled between them and spent, he readily slows down to a rhythm Nishikiyama's wanted much sooner. Catching sight of Nishikiyama watching him, head inclined, permeates the keen look on his face.
Mine blinks away languidly. He turns his head against the pillows behind him where warm breath grazes his shoulder. Urged by sensitivity netted across his body, he still arches into Nishikiyama's movement. As soon as the rush of his orgasm dissipates, though, Mine feels uniquely exposed. A yearning had broken free of his mind before he even knew it'd meet same intent– Nishikiyama stands over him as shelter.
Remembering his hand there, Mine kneads his ass idly. ]
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You were different that time.
[ It's easy for him to lower the side of his cheek down somewhere over Mine's steeply rising and falling clavicle. Like that, though, he frowns when he realizes they both smell like sex now. It's something they technically hadn't had, and yet are stuck in the aftermath of. Nishikiyama minds that less than he'd imagined he would. He feels together with Mine; far less alone than he'd felt during today's gathering of yakuza in the assembly hall. He can't trust it for sure, but he senses Mine feels the same way.
He doesn't know what to make of it. Whether or not he should be relieved or on edge by it. ]
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This felt different.
[ Clearly. Raw, even just on a physical scale. Mine's reply flutters between leaving his remark and offering an explanation clumsily. The image remains of Nishikiyama's body twisting to meet pleasure; it could be that neither of them realize the impact of his ask earlier on. Nonetheless Mine'd acted on it, savoring intimacy, a thought that roils in his mind when he has it. He isn't sure, if he can admit to feeling vulnerable because of it.
Even when they are alone, Mine's thoughts arrive back at the question of what comes next in the scope of the Nishikiyama Family. His hand at Nishikiyama's backside settles motionless ]
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[ Nishikiyama's question pokes around for the same specifics, but from his end of things. As the hand on his glute stops squeezing him, his eyes sort of flicker back over his shoulder to wonder why. Opposite of Mine, the Nishikiyama Family is the last thing on his mind— he's still caught up in all the physicality right in front of him. ]
I don't see you like that a lot.
[ Nishikiyama comments. He keeps himself propped where he is but reaches for the tissue box to wipe up with. ]
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Yeah.
[ He mutters, but decides. Following Nishikiyama's glance over his shoulder, a way to skirt meeting him again too soon, Mine's snags on the implication. His hand moves along the curve, settling new on Nishikiyama's buttock. He ends up thinking. ]
What do you mean by that?
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[ But it's not surprising. Holding someone at the end of a gun or smacking him around now and then hadn't exactly been welcoming. Nishikiyama thinks that it probably isn't pleasant for Mine to remember. Enough so that it has him wondering how things had come to be this way between them at all. ]
It's crazy that you'd want me after everything. I think I'd hate me, and I wonder why you don't.
[ Nishikiyama squints with contemplation. ]
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Impersonality and rigidity usually cower behind his hesitation, but getting as they are doesn't allow for either. Is Nishikiyama looking for an explanation to how he acted or even something to absolve himself– his apparent conclusion makes Mine uneasy but he looks up, unsure of when he'd turned his head back. ]
When you said that you want me, I felt the same, wondering why.
[ Nishikiyama hasn't rejected his persistence. ]
I believe we're alike.
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[ It makes sense considering. Nishikiyama had always been hot and cold— pushing Mine away about as often as he'd pulled him in. What Nishikiyama had wanted from him hadn't entirely made sense to he himself, either.
Nishikiyama dips his hand down to wipe up the mess between them with a sheet of tissue paper. He's thoughtfully quiet before he speaks again. ]
Yeah, though. I think we are; it means both of us are probably not sure what's going to happen from here on.
[ He side eyes Mine. ]
—You're not as bad as I am. You seem too tired of it all to be as pissed.
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It feels unpredictable.
[ He agrees, neither of them really know, though what'd led to Mine asking before turns into strange comfort this time. He doesn't flee from Nishikiyama's glance because of it.
If they are similar, there's also vigor to Mine's anger. Still, he thinks on Nishikiyama's remark. ]
Maybe I don't show it– [ Many things disappear behind his stoic expression. ] That doesn't mean I'm not familiar with the frustration.
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You want me still? Knowing we're similar then?
[ He asks— ]
I don't trust anyone anymore, but I want you. You could show me your other self more too. I didn't mind it.
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I still do.
[ Whatever happened to make Nishikiyama not trust, Mine is struck with the notion that he wants to find out. Eventually. What if he shares more of himself meanwhile...? ]
You didn't? [ Distance that briefly reappears in his answer doesn't really belong after having fucked, but there's depth to Mine's caution too. ] I'm glad... It's new for me.
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He exhales when the conversation continues past the point where it'd flustered him. ]
I liked it better that way. It was more exciting.
[ Even this is embarrassing to admit. Though he'd enjoyed the affection, he now rolls off of Mine and onto his belly beside him, tattoo up. ]
—I don't want to see the other guys now.
[ His voice is a little muffled by pillow. ]
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He leans over when Nishikiyama rolls off, just enough to tilt his hips and pull his leg over. Naturally it makes him lean in closer. The back of his head is untidy. Mine smoothes his hand against his hair and ends up leaning on it in a way. There's no doubt about where his gaze trails in that position, looking at Nishikiyama beside him.
Talking into the pillow makes the other man sound almost sullen. In his own office Mine has the power to just cancel a meeting. Being honest, he doesn’t care to share Nishikiyama‘s company with other people either; even less now.
After a long time his brow creases again. ]
This shouldn’t be our only time.
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[ He feels Mine's gaze fall against the fish on his back. Not that he minds. When Mine looks at him, it's with admiration rather than spite or disappointment. The latter two he'd grown more used to in recent years. Nishikiyama turns his head on his arm to peer over his bicep. ]
And you probably don't want to make it too obvious to the men gunning for that family captain spot. Just a word of advice.
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I want us to keep meeting privately. [ After a moments pause he finds Nishikiyama's peeking gaze. ] I intend to be discreet...
[ He trails off before calling it their relationship, unsure about a label. It's when Mine's eyes move back over Nishikiyama's body. ]
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[ And Nishikiyama's not sure if Mine can hold his own yet. Most of the men in the yakuza have gone their whole lives fighting— himself included. As Nishikiyama recalls the reality they're in, he watches Mine with some semblance of almost patronizing affection in his eyes. It's the way someone perceives a baby animal or similar; not mocking, but also failing to see a threat. ]
—Have you ever been in a fight before? Decked someone at a bar or something?
[ He stretches his back and legs when he sees Mine watching lower on him. ]
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Trailing the koi's winding spine, Mine arrives at its red face and eyes that don't focus him, unlike Nishikiyama's. ]
No, never. [ He doesn't live in the capacity for getting in street fights. Even when he says no, though, Mine separates from that doubt placed by his answer, eager to appear confident. ] –But I can fight.
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[ Nishikiyama is curious about the answer. He rolls onto his side to face Mine again. With his tattoo out of sight, there's only uninked skin and muscle to look at instead. His cheek lowers, pressing against a silk pillow. ]
I want to see.
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What do you mean by that?
[ Wrinkles remain across the bridge of his nose. ]
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