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Casually wandering the busy streets of Kamurocho, Majima didn't expect to run into the situation currently in front of his eye. Makoto, doing her best to stand strong against two men way bigger and stronger than her. Men that happened to be his stupid underlings. He had a sudden urge to run over and beat them both straight into the afterlife, but he kept his cool to avoid scaring Makoto. Casually walking over, he couldn't stop looking at her though and she seemed to notice his presence too, focusing her level stare on him. God she looked beautiful, that simple but elegant white dress a perfect fit on her slender figure.
Majima came to a stop just behind his two stupid underlings. Makoto looked up at him, even bigger than the other two, and looked scared as hell. Normal reaction considering his current look. Eyepatch, black leather pants and an open snakeskin jacket that revealed his toned abs and yakuza tattoos, he must have looked intimidating to say the least. She was a brave woman though and stood her ground with her head held high. Majima kept his eye on hers as the two soon to be dead idiots said some crap he didn't care about. Time always seemed to come to a stop whenever his eye met hers, and he wished it really did. Then maybe he could actually hold her in his arms, tell her who he was, wipe the fear away from her beautiful eyes... Stay with her instead of walking away with his mouth shut. All things must come to an end however, even the good ones unfortunately. So when the words “motel” and “shoot a video” registered in his brain, he finally snapped out of his little moment, and in a burst of anger put the two pushy idiots to sleep with one punch each. Makoto gasped and took a step back in fear as he looked back at her, moving slightly closer. Looks like she can see just fine now, that's great. Majima thought to himself. Not so great that she's seeing this but still… She was about to speak when suddenly some dude he didn't know came running in their direction. Probably a good interruption, since Majima was currently banned from speaking.
“Sensei” She called him, and his presence seemed to make her relax. Majima felt a twinge of pain in his chest at that and was slightly annoyed. Who the hell is this guy?! He had been determined to rid Makoto of his underlings and then bolt as quickly as possible, not giving her a chance to realize who he was, but his resolve was faltering. He wanted her. He wanted her to recognize him and stop looking at him with those scared and confused eyes. He wanted to be the one to calm her, he wanted to switch places with that "sensei" guy, who had the privilege of staying by her side. Suddenly that “sensei” lightly pushed Makoto aside though, in an attempt to protect her and stand up for her. Majima had to acknowledge the dude's bravery, standing in front of him, he was quite a bit smaller both in height and body mass, and didn't look like the type to get in fights. Still, the guy's hero plan failed in a way that caused all sorts of trouble, when the heel of Makoto's shoe got stuck on something and made her trip. In a second she was falling and out of habit to protect her Majima ran to catch her.
“Makoto!”
He called as he reached out and held her up against his body with one arm, painfully aware of the feel of her small body pressed against his. It didn't take long for him to realize his mistake though, since she had to have recognized his voice after his little slip up. He looked down in a hurry to see Makoto looking up at him with eyes wide open, lit up with hope instead of fear. Her gaze on him was a lot warmer now and it made his chest feel warm too, but also tighten with worry. This wasn't supposed to happen.
“Hey! What are you doing?! Makimura-san get away from him!”
The “sensei” guy suddenly cut in while grabbing Makoto's right arm, which was closest to him, and pulling lightly. Makoto didn't seem to appreciate the gesture though and pulled it back out of his grasp.
“It's okay sensei. I think…. I think I know this person. Can you give us a minute, please?”
She held up her right hand in front of the guy as she said this, offering him an apologetic look. He seemed shaken and confused. Poor guy is probably in love with her, talk 'bout a kick to the balls… Majima thought, watching the guy take a few steps back, looking slightly down.
“I see, I'll wait over there then. If you need anything call me right away!”
He pointed to where the lady doctor that had helped save Makoto's life before was standing and slowly walked over to her. With the distractions gone, Majima realized he was still holding Makoto in his arms and gently let go, even though he could have held her forever and never grow tired of it. Right after releasing her however, he felt her delicate hands grab hold of his upper arms, like she was scared he would run away or disappear. He just stayed very still.
“You're… your voice… I know it. You're the person who saved me all those times… aren't you?”
Majima looked at the woman he wished to protect more than anything or anyone in the world, so beautiful and strong but also so vulnerable. For a second he considered coming up with some lie about similar sounding voices or some crap like that, and avoid the ripples this situation was bound to create. He couldn't push her away anymore though, his icy resolve was gone, melted by her beautiful hopeful eyes.
“Yeah… I am. Majima… Majima Goro. That's my name.”
Even to his own ears his voice sounded strained. What power this woman had over him…
“You look beautiful Makoto. You seem to be doing well, I'm glad.”
Makoto's eyes became shiny with tears that were soon sliding down her face. Majima put his gloved hands on her cheeks, trying to wipe the tears away with his thumbs, but more just kept coming, until a steady stream was flowing down her beautiful face.
“I'm so glad… I wanted to thank you… so much.” She was sobbing between her words now, struggling to get them out. “I… I didn't know… how to find you… but I never forgot. Thank you… thank you for everything.”
The sobbing got worse and she couldn't talk clearly anymore. So he held her close once again, gently stroking her back, feeling some of the cold tears fall on the bare skin of his chest. When she finally stopped, her cheeks and lips where red and puffy. She still looked beautiful though and as she looked up at him he had a sudden urge to kiss her plump red lips. Then he remembered the good natured, probably in love “sensei” and suddenly wanted to do a lot more than kissing. He wanted to take her away and make her his, even though that sounded a little possessive, he didn't care. Handing her over to some other guy now would surely kill him. The fact that her hand was discretely stroking his toned abs under the small cover of his jacket definitely didn't help keep his urges under wraps either. Though it felt less like a sexual urge on her part, and more like she was somehow making sure he was really there. Maybe it was a habit left over from her time spent in the darkness.
He couldn't wait any longer, there were so many pent up feelings between them, he was afraid he would lose control right there in the middle of the street.
“Can we get outta here? Go somewhere more… ya know… private?”
He said this while grabbing her hands and holding them slightly away from his body. If she kept stroking his chest he was gonna lose it for sure. She smiled like he had read her mind and nodded, before running over to her friends with a determined look. He watched her while she made some gestures with her hands, probably telling them it was okay and she would see them later. The lady doctor knew who he was so she didn't take much convincing, soon nodding her approval while briefly looking in his direction. The guy looked really worried though and suddenly Makoto turned around and called Majima over. Because it was her asking he reluctantly walked over without protest. He came to stand beside Makoto and right in front of the sensei guy. The man looked pretty intimidated but did his best to stand his ground.
“That girl is my patient.” He started, sounding serious and looking it too. “She was completely blind not that long ago so she still needs time to adjust to her surroundings. I don't know who you are, but she seems to trust you. Please look after her. Don't let her get hurt.”
“Ah so you're a doctor sensei. Don't worry, I'd never let anything hurt her.”
Majima looked into the man's eyes as he spoke and he seemed to realize just how serious he was about her safety. With a slightly sad look on his face the man nodded and said his goodbyes to Makoto. Immediately after she turned to Majima and grabbed one of his gloved hands in a surprisingly strong grip. They smiled at each other and took off, getting lost together in the crowd of the busy street.
They walked and talked cheerfully for a while, catching up on the latest events, mostly in her life because he didn't want to scare her with the details of his life as a yakuza. They finally came to a stop in front of a motel. It had gotten late and the setting sun was bathing the more open streets in a bright yellow light, while leaving the more narrow alleys in near darkness. They looked at each other, Makoto blushed, then quickly looked away. Majima looked to the side and put a gloved hand in front of his mouth.
“I ah… if ya… ya know, don't want to… I can take ya home.”
He turned his face back to her. Somehow they had both walked here as if on auto pilot but Majima was worried she would think he just wanted to get in her pants. He felt her grip on his hand tighten as she looked up at him.
“I want to go in...if that's okay. It's getting late to wander around, and I don't want to say goodbye just yet…”
Majima's heart skipped a beat and he felt a rush of happiness that nearly made him pick her up and carry her inside. He didn't though and they walked in like normal people. Majima chose the best room they had and Makoto looked at him with her mouth open in surprise. He quickly told her it was okay as he led her to it by the hand.
They entered the room, Makoto going in first, with Majima right behind her swinging the door closed. Standing still side by side, they took a look around. It was a very nice room, Majima noted. Decorated in tones of white and gray, with a very comfy looking bed in the middle and a dresser with a mirror off to the side, clean and classy. Then there was the mirror shaped like an arch etched into the wall behind the bed. This is a motel after all… Majima though, worried that it would be too much for Makoto. Suddenly he noticed she wasn't beside him anymore though and took a few more steps into the room, looking around for her. It didn't take long to find her.
As it turned out, the room's bathroom was behind a door to the right side of the bed and the cubicle shower had three walls made of slightly frosted glass that protruded into the bedroom area . That way the person in the shower would be sort of visible to whoever was in the room. Majima noticed all this because Makoto was standing in said shower, looking around like it was the most interesting thing ever. She was smiling though, so that was good. Majima went over and softly knocked on the glass to get her attention. She looked up and ran over to his side.
“Sorry, I got distracted admiring this room's… umm… unusual layout.” She giggled and it was charming as hell. “You must be used to places like this uh… I must seem silly.”
She blushed and looked at the floor, wrapping an arm around herself to grasp the elbow of the other. I am but not that much… Majima thought to himself. He had never been very interested in sleeping around.
“ I don't think that. That shower is pretty unusual.”
He laughed a little and she seemed to relax. Majima really wanted to hold her, but considering the abuse she'd suffered in the past he was seriously worried about how she would react. She seemed to notice his fears however and came to him herself. She slid her arms under the sides of his jacket and pulled him closer to her, with a charming smile adorning her full lips. He offered no resistance as her hands caressed his toned chest, going over his shoulders and pushing off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind him. She ran her hands over the tattoos on his pecks with a warm look in her eyes.
“They're so beautiful.”
She looked up at his face and caressed his cheeks with the tips of her fingers. Two of those fingers came to rest on top of his eye patch and she seemed intrigued by it, lightly brushing them over it . He pulled it up with his hand, letting her see his scarred, perpetually closed eye, feeling vulnerable but not caring because it was her.
“You're really handsome, you know. I'm glad I'm able to see you clearly now, it really was a crying shame you couldn't show me before.”
He smiled at that, remembering their conversation from what seemed like a lifetime ago with a soft chuckle, and put the eye patch back in place. It made him happy that she wasn't bothered by his scar.
“Can I see the tattoo on your back?” She asked suddenly. She seemed excited to be able to see him. Before all she had seen of him was a dark blur, so it was all new to her after all. And not just him.
He felt his love for her increase even more, if that was even possible. He could die right then and there if she wished it, and do so with no regrets. Smiling, he turned around for her. She let out a soft gasp and started tracing the hannya on his back with the tip of a finger. The feel of her touch sent shivers down his spine but he stood very still, letting her take her time. Until she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, surprising him with the sudden closeness.
“The tattoo continues right? Below your waistline?”
He felt her breath on his back as she said this, with the sexiest voice he had ever heard in his life. His answer got caught in his throat as she began to slowly slide her soft hands down his back, coming to a stop on his hips, where his leather pants started. He groaned, trying to keep himself from jumping on her like a wolf, but she seemed determined to make him lose control.
Her hands moved to the front of his pants and she started fumbling with his belt. It was obvious she wasn't used to undoing belts, but eventually her determination won the battle and the belt was opened. She didn't stop there though, quickly moving on to the button and fly of the black leather pants. The button popped open quite fast but before she could pull down the zipper, Majima put his hands over hers to stop her. He turned around to face her, holding onto her surprisingly eager hands just in case. He wasn't wearing underwear under those leather pants and he didn't want his below the waist buddy to be staring her in the face just yet.
“Are ya sure ya wanna do this?”
He looked at her with a fiercely serious face.
“'cause I'm at my limit here Makoto… my self control is good but I'm still a man, and if ya keep touchin' me like that I won't be able to keep my hands off you. I want ya so much it hurts… but I vowed to protect you. Always. Even from myself.”
At that Makoto put a hand on his face, looking him lovingly in the eye.
“I want you. Now. There's nothing I'm more sure of.”
That was all he needed to hear. Majima was on her in an instant , holding her head in place with one hand behind her neck as he kissed her passionately. He licked her plump lips and she opened her mouth for him, letting his tongue wrap around hers, letting the taste of her drive him crazy with desire. His saliva and hers mixed and overflowed, sliding down the corners of their mouths and forming little threads when they separated to breath for a second, before melting into each other again.
While the wet kisses continued Majima removed Makoto's blue blazer, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it join his jacket on the floor. Her white dress was held up by two straps, leaving her arms, shoulders and part of her back bare. Majima broke their kiss for a few seconds to remove his black leather gloves. He desperately wanted to feel her perfect, milky white skin directly. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her close again, making her gasp a little from the sudden movement. There was no time to speak however, as his lips crashed down on hers, claiming her mouth once again and eliciting a soft moan that she released into his mouth.
He was hard as a rock at this point and rolling his hips against her, already unable to control himself. Soon his hands had undone the zipper on the back of her dress and she was standing in front of him in a white lacy bra, black stockings that slightly covered panties matching the bra and black heels. He was convinced she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Lips red and swollen from his kisses, half lidded eyes that seemed to see only him. Crave only him. All of it was driving him over the edge like never before.
He picked her up in his arms, letting her wrap her shapely, slender legs around his waist and hold onto his neck with both arms as he grasped her butt cheeks in his big hands. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then trailed soft kisses going from her chin to her neck as he walked them over to the bed. Reaching the bottom of the bed, he propped one knee up on the soft mattress and laid Makoto down gently while positioning himself on top of her. He continued to trail kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, loving the sound of her sighs of pleasure, muffled by the back of the hand she had over her mouth.
Soon his kisses reached the soft swell of her breasts. He kissed and licked them over the thin soft fabric at first , soaking the material until it was nearly see-through, eliciting louder moans from Makoto and making her twist her body in pleasure . Done with having the fabric in the way, he pulled it down as far as it would go without removing the bra, revealing her perky breasts underneath. Immediately she arched her back, lost in pleasure, her body begging for his touch. He didn't need any incentive, quickly grasping one nipple in his mouth as he massaged the other with his hand. He licked and rubbed until they were both hard and dripping wet, making her beg for a breather as she grasped the hard cock pushing against his pants.
“I want to make you feel good too . Let me touch you…”
She didn't give him time to answer or pull back, immediately pulling his zipper down and freeing his erection. He felt relieved to be free of the pressure of his pants but worried that his size would scare her off. He was quite big and thick, unusually so. She stared for a few seconds and then pushed him so that she would be on top. He pulled off his shoes while she got settled and then let her slide the pants down and off his legs. She seemed to lose herself looking at his naked body for a moment, but then started trailing kisses along his collarbone, heading lower to his nipples and even lower past his toned abs to the V shape leading to his erection.
She grabbed his cock with her delicate hand and he groaned from the anticipation alone. Leaning her head over it she let a trail of saliva fall from her lips to his erection, then started stroking slowly up and down. He practically growled from the feel of what she was doing coupled with the image of her doing it. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up… He thought, his mind getting foggy from the pleasure, then losing all reasoning when she took the head of his cock in her tiny mouth, her full lips caressing it in the most delicious of ways. It felt so wet and warm he nearly lost it, but he wanted to savor the feel of her mouth a little longer. He felt her relax her mouth so she could take him deeper and on reflex grabbed the back of her head to hold her in place and push himself a little further in.
She seemed to be having trouble taking his size but as he was about to pull back to give her some breathing room, she relaxed her throat and let him penetrate her mouth completely. He couldn't help himself, she was just too damn sexy. With her head still in his grasp he went in deep, fucking her throat until he was about to cum. Majima tried to pull out to avoid choking her with his cum but she wouldn't let him and he came deep in her mouth, roaring like a lion as he pumped her mouth full of cum. After he was done, she let his cock slide out of her mouth, licking her lips while looking at him with a sexy smile . This woman was going to drive him crazy, she had just swallowed all of his cum and the thought of it was making him dizzy with pleasure.
“You're really big, my mouth hurts a little… but seeing the pleasure on your face felt really good Majima-san.” She said, still flashing him that devilish smile.
In a swift movement he grabbed Makoto and put her back under him, pinning her arms above her head with one hand.
“Call me Goro, and now it's my turn to make you scream… so get ready for it, my sweet Makoto.”
He said that last part right next to her ear, making her shiver from the feel of his warm breath. Still holding her arms he reached down with his free hand and grabbed one of her thighs, pulling it to the side and spreading her legs open. He softly stroked her core through her stockings, looking into her eyes as she lost control and started rolling her hips, grinding her hot sex against his hand.
“Any particular reason why I shouldn't rip these stockings right now?”
His voice sounded deeper than usual, almost like a growl.
“None at all…”
Came Makoto's answer, a sexy as hell strained whisper that immediately made him grab hold of the thin fabric and pull, tearing off a huge piece with little effort. Now her white panties were the only thing covering her sweet sex and the way her thighs looked, still sort of covered by the ripped stockings, was damn sexy.
Like an animal in heat Majima placed his big hands on the bare insides of her thighs and held her legs wide open, locking her in place with his strength. His mouth plunged down to her sex right after, licking it through the thin fabric of the panties. She gasped and screamed his name, grabbing hold of his head and arching her back. The excitement inside him peaked and he grabbed the panties and ripped them clean off, making Makoto gasp and look up in surprise.
“I liked those!”
Was all she had time to say before he went down on her again, practically making her scream a moan as she fell back on the bed, unable to resist.
“I'll get ya any new ones ya want Makoto…”
He said in a voice heavy with desire, immediately going back to the task at hand. Makoto continued to moan in her sweet voice, squirming as much as she could while held down by his strong hands. Soon an orgasm hit her , shaking her whole body as he kept tenderly licking her sensitive core, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure until she was completely spent. When he let go and sat up his mouth was wet and shiny with her sweet nectar, that he licked from his lips because he just couldn't get enough of her taste. He noticed Makoto was watching him, panting as she recovered from the powerful orgasm, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
He crawled on top of her and kissed her tender lips, letting her taste her sex on his mouth. Still drunk with pleasure she opened her legs wide, letting him press his rock hard cock against her entrance. He was determined to be gentle with her, even though he was desperate to bury himself deep inside her. He pressed softly , stopping after feeling the head of his cock slide in. Her insides felt like heaven but she was so painfully tight he was afraid to hurt her. She seemed to be enjoying the feel of him however, moaning softly and moving her hips as if begging him to go deeper. He was happy to oblige of course and immediately plunged himself into her with one swift stroke.
“Goro!!”
She screamed, digging her nails into his back as he slowly moved back and forth, feeling her gradually adjust to his size and relax. He continued to passionately thrust into her, feeling her wetness increase, drenching his cock and soaking the bed sheet under them. She felt way too good, he wasn't going to last long like that but he thrust harder, unable to help himself. Turning her on her back he slammed into her from behind, hearing the sound of his hips hit her soft butt cheeks. Soon he felt her tighten around him, signaling her climax. Following suit he plunged himself as deep as he could go and came with all he had, filling her up with his seed. As he pulled out of her he saw some of his cum flow out of her tight entrancein a little stream. I don't think I've ever cum that much before… He thought, excited by the view. Suddenly Makoto moaned softly and turned on her side, looking kind of sleepy.
“That felt really good.”
She said in a drowsy voice and Majima felt like the happiest man in the world.
“We can't let ya fall asleep like that though. Come here...”
He sat on the bed beside her and helped her sit up, making her groan a little in protest. Slowly, he began to remove the clothes still on her, or what was left of them… he really needed to make up for destroying half her clothing. Helping her shower would be a nice start, he decided, so he carried her there in his arms, washing up together with her. Refreshed from the shower they collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to put on clothes .
Makoto fell asleep first, with Majima gently stroking her hair. His energy quickly ran out as well however and he soon fell asleep, holding Makoto close to him with a protective arm over her. The emotions of the day having taken their toll on them both, they slept through the night and a little into the next morning. When Majima woke up he saw Makoto sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but his snakeskin jacket, looking at him with a smile. She looked both sexy and cute in the oversized jacket, and he had to blink a couple of times to make sure he was really awake.
“This thing feels kinda heavy you know?”
She said in a playful tone, moving her arms up and down in front of her. The jacket was so big the sleeves were completely hiding her hands. Majima smiled.
“Ah! I knew I liked that jacket for a reason. Come here…”
He pulled her close and she positioned herself on top of him.
“I love you, Makimura Makoto. I'm sorry…”
Majima looked into her beautiful brown eyes, knowing she understood what he meant. What it meant for them to be together.
“I love you, Majima Goro. I'm not sorry.”
Majima sat up, adjusting Makoto on his lap. She scooted closer to his chest and gently held his face in her hands.
“I know you're a yakuza. I know your life will never be free of danger and that that danger can extent to the people you hold dear. That's why you never meant for any of this to happen right? Your plan was to just walk away quietly… wasn't it?”
She let go of his face, resting her hands over the tattoos on his chest instead. He looked away from her, the pain in her eyes was crushing him.
“Yeah… that was the plan…”
He heard her sob very softly and immediately looked back at her. She looked straight at him, her incredible strength reflected in her teary eyes.
“So this was all some kind of trick of fate… ah… Well, I'm glad it happened and I won't let you push me away anymore. I've lost too much already… too many people who were very dear to me. I won't lose you too.”
Through her tears her eyes were showing a fierce determination. She's a strong woman , Majima realized, even stronger than I thought…
“ Look in the right pocket of the jacket.”
She gave him a puzzled look but did as he told her. Still confused she brought out a hand that was now holding something slightly round wrapped in white paper.
“Open it.”
She flicked her eyes over to him briefly and then quickly unfurled the paper, revealing the broken music box watch she had tossed aside in what seemed like a decade ago. She stared at it speechless.
“ It ain't broken anymore. Sorry I swiped it…. I wanted to fix it and give it back to ya.” He looked at her hands and continued in a solemn voice. “I was gonna leave it for ya. At the empty lot… had a feelin' you'd be going back there sometime.”
Suddenly the gentle tune started playing, becoming the only sound in the room for a bit. Majima felt something drip onto his bare chest and looked up to see Makoto crying quietly, holding the watch in her hands, like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“ I wanted ya to be happy, away from the violent world I live in.”
He placed a hand on her face and she finally looked at him.
“I am happy. I'm so happy I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest… I love you. So much. And I'm going to need a lifetime to thank you, over and over again for all you've done.”
She gently put the watch down beside them on the bed.
“I know it's dangerous and it won't be easy but I won't run away. If you left I would be living a half life, maybe happy but still incomplete, always searching for the missing piece you'd take away with you, I don't want that. So don't push me away. Please.”
She melted him with her earnest confession. There was no way in hell he was letting her go, she was willing to risk everything to be with him and he needed her more than anything or anyone.
“It's okay, don't cry anymore Makoto. I'm not going anywhere. Promise.”
That said it really wasn't going to be easy but he steeled his resolve, feeling the warmth of her body as he held her close. It felt like she belonged in his arms, a perfect fit. They kissed, a slow and tender kiss, and she was right. She was his final puzzle piece, and he finally felt complete.