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Majima rolled into Hogushi Kaikan like a bloody steam train.
His wheels only stopped turning when one of Lee's big hands shot out and grabbed him before he could progress further into the main room. Maybe more like a wounded bull than a train, given how unpredictable Majima seemed.
"Lee-"
"Hey, kid. Slow down. Where d'ya think you're goin' in such a hurry?"
"Here! To get yer help!"
Majima was clearly in some distress. Blood dripped from a cut just below his hairline, and various scrapes and scratches were decorating the pale skin visible around the open collar of his white shirt. His back was slightly hunched and his one good eye squinted at Lee almost as though he only wanted to shut it.
"I was bein' chased-"
"And ya led someone here?"
"No! I just ducked in here when I knew they couldn't see!" Majima's ribcage heaved with exertion, and he glowered at the massive man in front of him, who stared back, unimpressed. "Ya need to take care of me so I can get back to Makimura."
"I need to take care of ya?" Lee queried, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. "Why's that?"
"Well, I- I ran in here! It was on the way, so... I mean, I can't go back to her lookin' like this." He gestured at himself, his distress seeming to grow. Lee began to realize that Majima was only upset because of how he looked at the moment.
"...Y'know she can't see ya."
"I..." Majima's face steadily filled in with scarlet. "Fuck. I know that! But I just... Fuck." The younger man faced him with steady determination. "Just fuckin' get me cleaned up. Yer decent enough at this shit."
Lee didn't move. "Not sure that's how ya should be askin'."
"Fuckin' please," Majima snapped, his already questionable patience evaporating. "I've kept her waitin' too long."
"Since I'd rather she wasn't alone," Lee finally sighed, a tired sound that came from deep in his chest. "What's wrong with yer back, exactly?" He took firm hold of the younger man's upper arm and turned him, forcibly pushing him toward one of the massage beds without waiting for an answer. "Stay here. Sit if ya can."
He moved around the room, collecting medical supplies from the cupboards. When he turned again, Majima had seated himself on the edge of the bed, though he was still hunched over. "Threw it out a little in that fight. Those guys were bastards, tougher than the usual."
Lee unrolled some gauze as he listened, nodding, then wet down a cloth from a bottle of antiseptic. "Here. Hold still while I wipe the blood off." He set to disinfecting the scrapes and cut, watching as Majima cringed each time. "This head wound's gonna bleed more."
He carefully used the gauze to fashion a small pad for the cut, taping it on and inspecting how he'd done. "There. How about the rest of ya?"
"Fine, I guess," Majima muttered. He reached up to feel the bandage and Lee batted his hand away.
"Don't touch it. If there aren't any other injuries, I'll get yer back sorted out. They really must've slammed ya."
"Said they did, dumbass," Majima grumbled moodily.
The rudeness was still not impressing Lee. "Get yer shirt off and lay down. On yer stomach if ya can."
Still muttering under his breath, Majima shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the floor, then began unbuttoning his shirt. Lee looked at him a little more closely and shook his head.
"Actually, get yer pants off, too. You ain't gettin' blood all over my equipment. Lucky it's only on yer front."
Majima paused in obvious dismay, his hands on the last button. "Really? Can't ya put down a towel or-"
"Get 'em off, or I ain't helpin'."
Majima stood still, his mouth opening and closing like an enormous fish out of water. He squinted at Lee again, then finished removing his shirt and scowled as he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor as well.
Lee looked him up and down, unable to keep a smirk off his lips. He'd seen Majima's upper half, but the rest made him look even skinnier. While he clearly had good muscle tone and was strong and more than capable in a fight, it was easy to imagine him as the scrawny teen he must have been not that many years ago.
What he'd never envisioned, however, was Majima's underwear; form-fitting black briefs, something of a surprise to Lee, though he guessed it wasn't that odd.
Majima noticed his look and scoffed at him. "Don't be a perv." He clambered up on the bed and stretched out on his stomach, though he made a lot of pained sounds in the process. It must really hurt.
"Ya got nothin' worth bein' a perv over," he sniped back. If Majima wasn't going to be grateful, Lee wasn't going to mind his manners, either.
The younger man's head turned toward him, his eye slitted and glaring. "Shut up 'n fix me."
Lee frowned, roughly adjusting Majima's legs to a better position before bringing his hands up toward his back.
So he's just gonna be like this, then.
---
Majima wriggled slightly, trying to get more comfortable on the massage table. It wasn't like they were made without comfort in mind, but his current back pain was making everything more difficult than it should be. Didn't help that Lee was being such a dick about helping him.
The fact that he was the one actually being a dick didn't matter. It really hurt, how could he be blamed for that?
He kept up his grumbling, but Lee had fallen into a silence that Majima didn't know well enough to read. In the end, all that mattered was the huge hands slowly and gently easing down his back, seeming to pinpoint what hurt the most by the tension of his muscles alone. Lee's fingers poked and prodded, causing little stabs of pain here and there and making Majima softly swear at him, but as those hands became more insistent in their movements, he slowly began to relax, almost melting into the bed in relief.
"Oh... fuck. Goddamn. Dunno how in the hell ya did that, but it feels almost normal again. Fuck." Majima's cheek was smushed against the bed, muffling his words somewhat, and he didn't offer any thanks even when he heard Lee clear his throat somewhere above him.
"God hands," the older man reminded him stiffly, making Majima snicker.
"Oh yeah. Fuckin' god hands... That was one o' the stupidest things I ever read." He was so relaxed that he didn't realize what he was saying. Why should he care, anyway? He felt so much better now, and he could get back to Makimura without looking like an idiot, and things would be fine.
"'Scuse me?"
He didn't even notice the warning in the big man's voice before he explained. "When I thought I was comin' in here to do the hit. Saw yer poster on the wall, and when I read 'god hands,' I almost laughed." He paused a moment, thinking, before letting out another mocking giggle. "'God hands my ass,' pretty sure is what I said."
"Huh." Lee's hands weren't moving now, and Majima shifted himself impatiently.
"Ya done? Reckon you could throw in some more for free since I'm here. Since I'm lookin' after yer girl 'n all. Kinda owe me, don't ya? ...Lee?"
The older man hadn't said a single word. Majima tried to turn his head to see but was so startled by a sudden heavy slap to his ass that he screeched and tried to scrabble off the bed.
Lee wasn't about to allow that.
The big man effortlessly held him down with one huge hand against his back, and as Majima finally managed to catch a glimpse, he could see the other hand still hovering menacingly in the air above his backside.
"Lee, what the fuck- Ow! You piece of- Ow, fuck! Cut it out!"
It was only after the next two strikes that Lee did temporarily stop. But he still didn't say anything, and Majima's face contorted angrily as he tried to think of a way to express his displeasure at this unexpected treatment.
"So this is what 'god hands' meant, huh? Extra service for the customers who're freaky perverts. Yer sick and- Wait, don't-"
Instead of calling Lee out, this only seemed to have made the situation worse. His hand was literally huge and completely capable of covering a lot of surface area with each hit as it rained down against his ass over and over. The thin fabric of his underwear was hardly a barrier of protection; the flesh beneath was already starting to sting and almost burn as Majima yelped and swore through the steady onslaught.
"I-I'll report you and then you won't be able-" he tried shakily, forgetting his accent in his shock and a sudden wave of mortification.
"No ya won't," Lee cut in. His hand stopped moving and he placed it against Majima's back so that both of them were holding him down. "Yer gonna shut up and take it like a man, cuz I'm tired of you acting like a fuckin' brat."
"But you're a professional-"
"Ain't on the clock," Lee scoffed. He abruptly swatted down in the direct center of Majima's ass, startling him into another yelp. "And I'm sick of yer attitude. Mocking my work, acting like a self-entitled little shit. No gratitude at all. Maybe if ya had some discipline, then-"
Majima's body stiffened as he cut in. "I get more discipline than you think."
"Oh? Could've fooled me." Lee waited so long that Majima squirmed, feeling forced into a reply.
"Not like this," he finally mumbled. "A little more... I mean, you know what I work for." He didn't want to talk about the torture in his past or even the regular beatings he still got when he fucked up. Lee should get it.
However, this answer apparently set the big man at ease rather than dissuading him. "I'm sorry to hear that. But this ain't the same, and I don't owe ya shit other than a lesson in respect. Yer lucky I ain't chargin' ya for my services in the first place."
Offended, Majima bristled again. "But I'm helpin' Makimura! I ain't killin' her and I'm-"
"But you were gonna kill her in the first place!" Lee snapped. "I've talked to her. Ya scared her half to death. Even if ya help her now, it doesn't change that. And now yer actin' like a shitty punk with no manners or respect for yer elders, and I'm done with it."
As Lee moved again, a genuine panic came over Majima when he felt those thick fingers hooking into the waistband of his underwear. "D-don't! I swear, Lee, if you fuckin'-"
He gasped sharply as cool air hit his bare ass, shuddered, then made a desperate attempt to fling himself off the bed. Lee wasn't letting him move an inch, dragging the fabric down past his thighs and apparently taking a moment to appraise what he saw beneath.
"Ya got really nice work done on yer tattoos. Must've been easy with such a flat ass, though."
"How fuckin' dare you-"
"Ya wanna see how much I dare?"
Majima's eye shot wide open when Lee's hand made contact again, this time against his naked skin. It wasn't the worst he'd been through, not by a long shot, but it was embarrassing and humiliating and it did sting like hell and what would Makimura think about her boss holding him down and spanking his bare ass like he was some snotty little brat...
Even if he might have provoked it.
He definitely would never question Lee's "god hands" again, at the very least.
---
Lee's face was a perfect mask of concentration as he slapped his hand down against Majima's backside in earnest. If he was going to teach a lesson here, it had to be a good one. Not to mention that the crack of his palm meeting flesh and the younger man's desperate and embarrassed whimpers and exclamations sounded like an absolutely delightful symphony to his ears after all the frustration he'd been through.
Doing this hadn't been on Lee's mind at the beginning of his encounter with Majima, and it was certainly a spur-of-the-moment decision. It wasn't like he would pummel the younger man the way the goons outside had, especially after hearing that he likely went through much more extreme physical pain many days. But not being heartless didn't mean he couldn't get his point across physically in a way that wouldn't do any permanent harm.
He continued, making sure to spread the burn of his hand evenly until he knew all the fight was out of Majima, who was soon enough sagging against the bed and not even struggling. By the time his hand came to a stop, resting lightly against its heated target, Majima was obviously trying to control himself from a more extreme reaction, keeping his eye closed and taking measured breaths. Lee rubbed his ass for a few moments, knowing he had to provide some comfort and yet not wanting to overdo it in this situation.
"Ya done with the attitude? Can I let ya up now and expect some kind of gratitude and respect?"
Majima's head jerked up and down, and it was clear he was still fighting against his humiliation. Lee took pity on him and tugged his underwear back up much more gently than it had come down, helping the younger man move into a seated position on the bed. It was also gratifying when Majima winced at the pressure against his ass, keeping his eye trained downward with an unreadable expression.
He was actually pretty cute like this; Lee did like younger guys, especially feisty ones that needed a bit of taming. Maybe if they'd met under better circumstances...
It seemed Majima might feel the same based on how he squirmed when Lee reached out and lifted his chin, forcing their gazes to meet. "Good. Ya don't have the right to demand shit from me, no matter what. And I hope ya learned yer lesson, cuz I don't wanna have to repeat this again, but I will if I gotta. Understand that? Words, don't just nod."
"Fine, yeah. Yeah! I won't do it again. I'm sorry." Majima's face flared redder than his backside surely was under those tattoos. Lee smirked gently, letting him go.
"Apology accepted. Now get yer skinny ass dressed and outta here. Take care of Makoto. I'll be askin' her to make sure ya do it right."
He didn't need to tell Majima twice; the younger man scrambled to obey and pull his clothes back on, his blush not fading in the slightest. It was good to see him moving with ease, his back clearly taken care of, even if now he was in a different sort of pain. Lee wasn't used to sending his clients away like this, but he was certain he did Majima more good than harm.
That belief was sealed when Majima actually bowed and muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he slipped back out into the growing darkness. Lee's smile grew more genuine. He hoped they might have a chance to talk more after this whole mess had safely ended. Majima wasn't a bad kid, no matter how much he'd messed up, and Lee was sure of it.