I honestly don't understand why my story ideas these days venture into the shonen ai and yaoi part of the fanfiction spectrum. This is my first fic for this series and is also my first story, which involves actual sexual encounters. Please bear with me.

I hope you enjoy.

Not for kids.

Paris

Disclaimer: Get Backers is not mine. The story is fictional and all similarities to people and events in real life are coincidences.

The Man In Your Dreams

Chapter One: His Name

He lay there, sleeping, the beautiful master of the strings.

How many months had passed since the two of them had gotten together?

Mido Ban took a cigarette out of his pants, which had been unceremoniously thrown over the chair beside the bed he shared with his lover. Before their relationship, he wouldn't have thought twice about lighting up in bed, but these days, he always felt compelled to go outside when smoking. He tossed the pack back onto the chair. Dressing up and stepping out into the balcony seemed like too much trouble at the moment, even for a much needed smoke.

A moan, then, "Juubei..."

The wielder of the Evil Eye winced. Anyone would if their lover called out to someone else in his sleep. Who would have thought that Fuchoin Kazuki talked in his sleep? If it didn't hurt him so much, Ban would have laughed.

There was no doubt about it, he loved the pretty Thread Spool; and maybe once in their short lives Kazuki had genuinely loved him back. Of course, Kazuki never changed as a lover. He was always so sweet and caring. During the day, Ban could almost forget that their relationship was obviously nearing its end, but when night fell and Kazuki began dreaming it almost always became sorely obvious to Ban that Kazuki was not dreaming of him.

"Ban?" Kazuki stirred and shifted so he was facing his bedmate. "Why are you still awake?" There was genuine concern in his voice.

Whatever ache that gripped Ban's heart just a few moments ago multiplied as he stared down at the impossibly beautiful brown eyes gazing up at him in askance. Whoever was up there just loved giving him shit. Where was the justice in letting him taste the sweetness of the company and love of this angel then taking that said angel from him just as he had become addicted? "Couldn't sleep," his answer was terse and was, understandably, not acceptable to Kazuki.

"What's wrong?" the long-haired man pushed himself up so he could sit beside his companion.

Ban watched mesmerized as the pale sheets, bleached white by the moonlight, slid off the iridescent ivory that was Kazuki's bared skin. Friction stopped the cloth's descent slightly below the slender man's navel, betraying the apparent nakedness of the string master without displaying any unmentionables to unwelcome eyes.

Not that Ban's eyes were unwelcome.

He had seen the entirety of the piece of heaven that was Kazuki. Hell, he had worshipped it. Memories of their countless sexual trysts invaded his head and he almost immediately found himself aroused despite himself.

Ban had been quiet too long. "Ban?" Kazuki called out again, placing a warm hand on Ban's arm. The man was obviously oblivious to the hardness that was developing under the blankets.

Affectionately brushing back the brown bangs that fell over searching brown eyes, the Jagan user smiled gently at his angel, "I'm just a bit restless, I guess."

The angel snuggled closer and his thigh contacted with certain hardened flesh. A playful gleam of understanding sparked in the mischievous Ito maki's eyes. "Is this why?" he teased, a soft hand unexpectedly finding its way to the growing hard on.

A moan. "Thread Spool..."

Kazuki turned pleading eyes on Ban. "May I?"

"Why the hell do you have to ask when you know the answer, baka?" Ban gasped as Kazuki stroked him.

The long-haired beauty slipped under the covers and began working on his lover. Soon, the Snake was grunting in pleasure. He reached for his angel's head and pulled the heavenly creature up for a kiss. As the kiss deepened, Ban entered Kazuki without warning. The Fuchoin heir broke the passionate lip lock, only to let out a loud cry of perfectly balanced pleasure and pain.

As the night wore on and their lovemaking reached its peak, only one name was uttered by the master of the strings.

"Ban!"