A Change of Perspective: Chapter 8 (Interlude) Pastries, Wine and Skin
A little Ban and Akabane playtime. *snickers* Enjoy!
This'll get a little messy? MESSY? What the fuck have I done?
Ban berated himself repeatedly in absolute horror. He had inescapably - and moronically - volunteered to be molested by the Prince of Perversion himself, Kuroudo Akabane! He never could resist a challenge and his stubborn pride prevented him from ever backing down. Dejectedly, in the back of his mind, Ban knew this was only the first incidence of malicious manhandling he would have to suffer over the course of the next three weeks!
Ban bravely fought off a current of dread that zinged up his spine and remembered the mantra he often drilled into Ginji: A Getbacker always finishes the job, no matter how difficult or impossible!
Just focus on the money. Lots and LOTS of money. Yeah! That's it! I'm swimming in a SEA of cash! Billions upon billions of yen...
The desired effect was achieved as Ban's face and body went limp, his eyes glazing over, lips parting slightly while spittle began traveling its way down his left cheek.
Akabane noted the sudden bizarre change in Mido's mood. The boy went from nervous apprehension to drooling euphoria in the blink of an eye! He quirked an eyebrow in confusion and slight admiration. He had no idea the Jagan-wielder had such a depth of control over his emotions. Or perhaps...
Hmh. This won't do at all. I need your full attention, Mido, if our little show's going to be any fun.
Jackal turned toward the specialty snack cart they were provided with which was custom-designed in ergonomically shaped stainless steel. The lower half was a refrigeration unit and all the confections were at an easily accessible height, enticingly arranged inside a five level transparent glass cabinet. A segment to the right was built for a dozen bottles of high caliber liquor.
Ah. These should do the trick, Akabane thought mischievously as he settled on a few items from the cart. A spasm of excitement spread like goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't recall the last time he had such a luscious offering of vibrant flesh to have his way with.
Now then, Mido...let's test how much of a warrior you are in the bedroom.
Making sure his long, black hair was tied securely and out of the way, Akabane placed the first of three, cold, creamy fruit cakes on Ban's chest, starting with his left nipple - instantly snapping the spiky redhead out of his self-induced trance.
WHAT the - !
"Don't move, Mido, or you'll send these delicious desserts tumbling to the bed," Akabane warned with a smile and pinched his right nipple hard for emphasis.
"Ow! Stop that! What're you doing?" Ban yelled in outrage.
"We're putting on a show for the cameras, remember? You're supposed to be enjoying this."
"Fuck you."
"In due time. For now, I'm a little hungry and these scrumptious looking cakes have taken my fancy," Akabane purred smoothly, laying the second cold creamy blackberry cake on Ban's throbbing right nipple. "As I instructed earlier: Don't move. You're going to act as my lovely plate and if you spoil this arrangement for me, I won't hesitate to punish you and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to do that."
Ban shivered uncontrollably and bit his lip, both his hands gripping chunks of the bed's blanket beneath him. He then bent his legs until the soles of his bare feet were flat against the bed, lessening the strain on his lower back. This new position caused his stomach muscles to flex tightly, revealing a faintly visible six-pack.
"Dammit, Jackal, are you planning to freeze both my nipples off?" Ban groused incredulously as he tried to make eye contact and failed miserably.
The third and final cold, cherry cream cake was placed on his stomach followed by a sudden dousing of icy cold wine! Jackal poured about half a bottle of what Ban guessed was brandy - judging by the smell - onto his chest, trailing the liquid to stop just above his lower abdomen. Most of the cold wine flowed down and settled into the spaces between his body and the bed, eventually spreading and soaking his back and buttocks.
With his trembling body enveloped in a sea of cold, Ban felt the sudden urge to pee.
That's new, Ban said to himself as his teeth chattered. He desperately concentrated on stopping the unwelcome sensation, his toes curling from the effort.
"Jackal! I swear, when this mission's over, I'll be dancing over your mangled corpse!" Ban snarled. And that threat goes to you, too, Hevn!
"Would you like to try a piece of the blackberry?" Akabane asked nicely, ignoring Ban's yammering as he took a small, silver fork and cut into the cake, deliberately poking Ban's skin with its tiny, sharp prongs.
"Ow! You did that on purpose! That fork is not standard issue!"
"If you don't stop complaining, Mido, I'll have to gag you."
That shut him up. Ban sighed and tried to remain still.
Just think of the money... Think of the money...
"Much better. Now, open wide," Akabane urged as he fed the sour-faced Jagan-wielder.
As he pouted and chewed on his piece of cake, reluctantly, Ban had to admit that it tasted pretty good.
"Here, this should make you more comfortable. I wouldn't want my favorite partner to choke now, would I?" Akabane said, wedging a goose down pillow underneath Ban's head. "There we go, all better."
Ban watched with a groan as Akabane lazily ate the other two creamy, fruit-covered cakes with a giddy, playful expression, continuously gliding that insufferable fork across his responding skin. He winced when tiny, sharp prongs pierced his left nipple.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me fix that," Akabane said, bending down to suck away the little beads of blood that appeared on the taut, pink nub.
Eyes widening with righteous indignation, Ban squeezed them shut and gritted his teeth. The hot contrast of Akabane's tongue sent a wave of pleasure straight to his groin!
Oh, FUCK! I am not letting that weirdo's - aah - tongue - ooh - do that...to me..!
Jackal smiled as he slowly ate more of the raspberry cream cake while alternately sucking and nipping at the delectable rosy-pink nub that stood rigid between his lips. What was more satisfying was seeing the warring expressions on Mido's face as the boy struggled to resist his experienced tongue.
I wonder...could it be that I'm actually holding back because you've been so gracious to me? Akabane wondered to himself. His hot tongue and nibbling teeth continued their delightful torture to Ban's other nipple. Why should only one of these sweet little kernels be a nice, rosy red?
Refusing to open his eyes, in case he gave away any telltale signs that might add to Jackal's obvious enjoyment, Ban was afraid that his battle for resistance was becoming a very steep, uphill slope. Or was that downhill? Either way, if he gave in to Jackal's - Oh, yeah, like that -
HEY! Focus!
As he was saying, if he allowed Dr. Demento to make him...feel...
That's right you nasty freak, BITE it!
Um...what the hell was he trying to say?
Shit.
Oh. Shit...Ban thought to himself in disgust as he felt the unmistakable constriction of his pants. Dr. Jackal...had just given him a raging boner!
No, no, NO, NO, NO!
"Oh, my. Quite an impressive asset you've got there, Mido. Amen," Akabane announced with a chuckle that quickly turned into laughter when he saw the beet-red, appalled expression on the boy's face.
"Jackal...YOU..." Ban began with barely contained fury.
"Why so upset? All I see is a perfectly natural result of what I've been doing to you. If you hadn't reacted that way by now, I would've been forced to admit that I've lost my touch. Thankfully, all is well," Akabane cheerfully sing-songed, much to Ban's chagrin, as he turned away to retrieve something from the liquor cabinet.
Meanwhile, Ban was sorely tempted to jam the little dessert fork that lay abandoned on his chest, clear through the back of Jackal's skull, straight into the man's unbalanced brain!
"Are we done yet?" Ban forced out.
"Not quite. I'm in the mood for a toast," Akabane replied, producing two champagne glasses and a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. "Normally, I'd use one of my scalpels to remove the cork but I'm pleased to say, my entire body's been weapon-free for this assignment even before our dress rehearsal."
"Hooray for you," Ban said flatly, furious with himself that he still had a considerable hard-on. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
"Would you like some help with that?" Akabane offered innocently, reaching for the zipper of Mido's latex pants.
"DON'T fucking TOUCH me!" Mido exploded, accidentally ripping his fingers through the bed sheets.
Akabane frowned. "Here, boy, have a drink. You may have just cost us this assignment with that outburst."
Not in the mood to care, Ban sat up instantly. His right hand flew past the champagne glass in Akabane's outstretched hand, roughly grabbing the bottle that was held between the man's legs.
Sipping delicately at the champagne from his glass, Akabane sat back and watched as the brash Jagan-wielder quickly chugged the bottle's entire contents down his throat.
Not exactly whiskey but this'll do for now, Mido thought. After he swallowed the last drop of the fizzy liquid, he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and tossed the empty champagne bottle carelessly aside.
It's only been AN HOUR AND A HALF? Ban mentally cried in anguish as he spied the hands on an ornate timepiece bolted to a wall in the cabin. He felt like ripping his hair out! On second thought, maybe a long, hot shower to wash all this sticky crap off was the better choice. Shit. After a cold one first!
What about Jackal? If I clean up now, he'll only find other ways of passing the time and I can't avoid him!
As Ban rabidly wracked his head for a solution, he noticed a sheen of sweat on Akabane's forehead as the man absently sipped his champagne, staring openly at the ruined area of the bed's linen sheets.
Before he could change his mind, Ban slapped the glass away from Jackal's hand, grabbed the startled man by his slim waist and guided Jackal down on top of him to straddle his stomach. As soon as Jackal's negligee covered ass was in position, Ban slipped both his hands under the silky black material and began to vigorously rub at Jackal's already hardened cock, reigned in by specialty lace panties.
Pleasantly surprised, Akabane's hyper-sensitized flesh responded easily to Mido's wonderful hand-pumping as he bent over and scooted closer to give the boy complete access.
Having no idea where the hidden cameras were located, Akabane quickly reached out for what was left of the bed's blankets and wrapped it around them both, before all logic left the head north of his waist. There was only one way to salvage the precarious situation Mido had placed them in and Akabane hoped it wasn't too late.
Employing all the feminine maneuvers Agdistis had taught him, Akabane moaned and writhed like a woman possessed! This undid the bun at the back of his head, sending hair cascading down his shoulders in a sensual moment as priceless as any theatrical scene.
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! Ban's eyes were as wide as saucers trying to process what he was seeing. It took all his willpower not to balk or hesitate as his hands brought Jackal to a climax.
Akabane yelped out his powerful orgasm as he threw his head back, his silky hair flowing around him in waves. His body rode spasm after spasm till he was weak and utterly spent. He sluggishly righted himself, leaning heavily forward on both his arms.
Panting in gasps, Jackal was flushed and sweaty as he shakily tried to pluck chunks of hair that were stuck to his face. When he attempted to move his legs, his pupils rolled up under his eyelids and he promptly collapsed atop a stunned Mido.
Ban had no idea how much time passed before he commanded his arms to move. He wiped off what he could from his sticky fingers, lifted Akabane off him and into his arms, carrying the fevered, unconscious body into the cabin's tiny bathroom. Leaning Akabane against him, he started the water, making it a comfortable room temperature.
Sighing loudly, Ban entered the shower stall with Jackal in a tight embrace, shut the thick frosted glass door behind him and proceeded to thoroughly clean off any evidence of the bedroom escapade from both their bodies.
In a fortified room at the back of the coach, three blushing, satisfied women stared at one another wordlessly.
end interlude
Author's Note:
Whew! A warm-up, round one! (anyone fanning themselves?)
I'm sure some of you are wondering how Ban suddenly got over his aversion to touching Jackal. Part of him had to do it or they'd lose the assignment, the other half...will be explained in later chapters. *grins*
I finally got tired of implying and did something about it! I really hope my faithful readers enjoyed this chapters as much as I enjoyed writing it...(snickers)
Special thanks to my beta reader Amethyst Hunter for helping me to finally let Akabane get oh-so-naughty with Ban! (Without you this chapter would never have reached fruition!) And, to Holiday Bullet for that much needed golden elbow in the ribs to update!
SUPER SQUEALS TO-All my faithful readers and reviewers!
My Gold Star reviewer: animegirl12182 (wow!)
