week 6, tuesday

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[ it's unusual for them to be back before he is -- but they have one good guess where he went, knowing Majima. It's probably pretty late by the time he rolls back around. However, he'll find Mizuki still awake and waiting for him in their room when he does return. (Is it any surprise? They worry about him, and they've gotten quite used to sleeping in his arms at this point - too used to it, some part of them notes.) ]

Goro-kun. [ a beat. ] You went to see Guy-kun.

[ more of a statement than a question. ]

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[haw]

[ the certainty of mizuki's comment makes a chill run up majima's spine, but... not in a bad way, necessarily. he runs a hand smoothly through his hair as he shrugs off his blazer and throws it on a nearby chaise. ]

I just gave him what he deserved.

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... Don't tell me you had to fight off Connor-kun and the others, too?

[ they'd been so steadfast in their defense of him, for some reason that Mizuki can't really contemplate -- well, no, that's a lie. They understand where they're coming from. High and lofty ideals of peace that have already failed to stay upheld, in their opinion.

They're more concerned about him making enemies of that entire group than beating the shit out of Guy, clearly... ]

[haw]

[ ... in response to that, he shakes his head and shoots them a smirk. ]

Connor-han an' I came to an understandin' of sorts, actually. Call it a shinin' example of my charmin' ways.

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[ were the situation anything other than what it is now, they'd find that answer dubious - Connor's an android. A law enforcement android who's told Mizuki that he's against the harming of humans. But it was Zoe who died this week. His friend. Whether or not he's aware of it, Mizuki is sure he felt something more than cold acceptance when Guy managed to survive.

Majima's charms notwithstanding; they're not sure they buy that part. They stare at him for a few seconds, then smile back, faintly, sharply. ]

I see. [ a pause. ] You know, I'm generally against violence, and I wouldn't consider myself the vengeful type, either, but... somehow, hearing that is satisfying.

[ a short laugh, self-deprecating. ]

Ah, what am I saying? Maybe this place is getting to me.

[haw]

[ as if he wasn't still riding the adrenaline high from beating the everloving shit out of guy, that sly grin they shoot him gets his blood pumping even more.

he slinks over to them and places his hand on their cheek, lips turned up in a hungry snarl that would be downright dangerous to anyone other than them. ]

Or maybe yer spendin' too much time with me.

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[ it's still intimidating, to be honest - they just trust Majima enough that they're not actually worried about it. He wouldn't dare hurt them, provided they don't do anything as stupid as Guy did. They have faith in that much. ]

That, too - no doubt about it. [ they gently set their hand on his forearm, leaning into his touch slightly. He didn't kill him. They're sure about that, and glad for it, honestly. If he did, he'd have people coming after him next. ] You're a bad influence. You can't go a week without a fight.

[ the remark is playful rather than scolding. ]

[haw]

[ always with the teasing... like a moth drawn to a flame, they shouldn't be surprised to notice what their comments are doing to him. ]

I dunno. Ya don't seem to have a problem with it.

[ he loops his other arm around their waist to pull them close, pressing his body against them with earnest. he's not exactly subtle with what he wants—though when is he ever?—as he dips his head down. he passes on catching their lips with his to instead bite at their collarbone and start sliding the strap of their nightgown down their shoulder.

that beatdown (because he can't really call it a fight when guy put up absolutely no resistance at all...) must've been really fucking good for him to be like this so soon afterward. goodness. ]

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[ it's far from surprising that violence would light this kind of fire in him; nevertheless, Mizuki wasn't expecting him to be quite this fast and blatant about it. They breathe out a laugh when he draws them in, halfway incredulous, and though they don't fight back, they do cup his jaw rather firmly when they feel his teeth grazing their collarbone, tilting his head upwards to look at them. ]

Goro-kun. You're really not going to tell me what happened? Not even a little? [ a smirk. ] I wasn't even trying to tempt you, and you're being like this.

[haw]

[ feeling the authority they touch his face with should calm him down a little... keyword being "should," though, because it actually does quite the opposite. he respects the hold they have on him, but his shallow breaths serve to remind them about what they had interrupted. ]

Ya said ya liked me 'cause of how I protect what's important to me, didn't ya? Obviously, that includes you. So when ya told me what went down between the two of ya, I knew what I had to do on your behalf.

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On my behalf...?

[ Oh. Mizuki figured he was just pissed about his friend doing something so reprehensible, especially after hearing more details from them yesterday. The idea that he did it to get some kind of revenge on their behalf hadn't even crossed their mind. Their heart does skip a beat - they can't help feeling touched that he'd go so far for them; it's nice to be cared for, isn't it, especially when they don't care much for themself. They don't need to be protected by anyone, but that doesn't mean they don't enjoy the sentiment. At the same time, they feel -- not guilt, because they meant it when they said they didn't give a damn whether Guy lived or died. They only feel like Majima might be misled. ]

You know that he was the one who probably needed to be protected from me, don't you? I was gambling with his life as a piece.

[ their voice is a little lower, their hand a little lighter on his face as their fingers brush into his hair. ]

[haw]

[ well, there is that. but like he'd said, they were right about his heart being just as big as any of his visible muscles. people can hurt him all they want, but crossing someone he cares about...? that fucker's in for a world of hurt.

he isn't expecting mizuki's follow up comment, though. it's enough to get him to back away from his spot at their neck, his hand firmly on their shoulder as the strap of their nightgown dangles limply and slightly askew. ]

What?

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I offered to save his life with my ability if he gave me information. It was a bluff. Unfortunately, he didn't take it. Now I know why.

[ they present the information matter-of-factly; they're not ashamed of what they did in the slightest. It might have been foul play, but as far as they're concerned, Guy lost his rights to being treated fairly when he decided to kill Zoe. ]

... Information is about all he's worth to me now. I wasn't afraid to let him know that, either.

[ they're the one who snapped that relationship, not Guy. Mizuki winds their fingers through the pulled-taut strands at the back of his head - they don't want him to leave so soon. ]

[haw]

. . .

Huh. Then maybe I should stop treatin' ya like ya need to be protected.

[ it's the want that courses from their fingers in his hair that flips his switch back from business to desire; only this time, mizuki's coldness toward guy stops him from holding back on his previous need to treat them like they're fragile.

if they blink, they might miss him hiking up one of their legs and lifting their entire body without breaking a sweat. the rippling of his arm muscles is visible through his dress shirt as he holds them steady and once again sinks his teeth into their shoulder, hands firmly planted at their ass. ]

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[ they can't believe they're letting themself get suckered into this - him getting turned on by getting into a fight is such a red flag, no matter how they look at it, and they probably should not be encouraging this behavior. But they've got a weakness for him and his bad attitude. There's something irresistible about that aura of danger he's emanating and that overwhelming strength of his - things they'd normally turn their nose up at, but not when they're coming from him. Mizuki inhales sharply and quietly when he lifts them up. ]

What did I do to give you that impression? [ sure, they're not as physically strong as him, but they like to think their strength of personality is obvious. They hook their legs around his waist again, both arms around his shoulders now for support; their skin shivers when he bites them, half pain, half pleasure. ] ... Disappointed?

[ their tone is more playful. frankly, if he is disappointed they don't need a knight in shining armor, he's going to stay that way - they don't intend on pretending to be a damsel for him. ]

[haw]

Not at all.

[ his words are muffled with his mouth against their skin, but he doesn't linger there for long. instead, he hooks the other strap of their gown between his teeth and pulls at it... before realizing it's going to be kind of hard to tug it down with their arms wrapped around him like this. with a grunt and a roll of his eye, he gives one of their cheeks a firm pinch with his right hand before shifting their weight onto one side and letting go. then, he reaches up to detangle their left arm from its spot around his neck and quickly slip off the stubborn strap; a quick switch allows him to do the same to their other side and at last have free access to their chest.

finally, as he locks his hands back under their butt to secure their legs around his (surprisingly built) hips, he ponders resuming his work in marking their shoulder... but when he sees the small, mysterious bruise on their neck from last week, he growls and immediately changes course to start sucking hard at their throat, hoping they take well to this form of channeling his aggression.

(they went public the day after this pc, please, there's no point in holding back anymore. majima will fucking bare his teeth mid-strip search and demonstrate how exactly he left the marks if people start thinking they're trying to cover for each other.)

if they somehow haven't noticed yet, he's a very impatient and horny man tonight. ]

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