Title: One Morning
Author/Artist: Amethyst Hunter
Pairing: Ban/Akabane
Fandom: Get Backers
Theme: #27 - "overflow"
Rating: R (adult content)
Warnings/Spoilers: One word: smut!
Notes: Yeah, y'all knew this was coming…in more ways than one… -snicker-
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: Ginji overhears noises while next door and goes to investigate…
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Mornings for Ginji Amano are typically a non-event. He wakes up, has his breakfast if there's anything good in his pantry, watches a little television before going next door to poke his best friend Ban-chan awake if he's slept through his alarm - which is more often than not. Ginji secretly suspects that Ban-chan purposely foregoes setting the wakeup alarm but he doesn't mind. It just gives him an excuse to visit and raid his neighbors' kitchen for a midmorning snack. Both he and Ban-chan have put on a little bit of extra weight since Akabane-san moved in with Ban-chan. Among his formidable skills, the transporter is also an excellent cook.
Today starts off a bit differently. He's entering the other apartment as usual, courtesy of a key that Ban-chan gave him for this purpose. Then he doesn't have to bother getting out of bed to answer the door every time Ginji knocks on it. Ginji is usually greeted with the sight of Akabane-san puttering about the kitchen or living room, tidying up after Ban-chan or preparing his itinerary for the day, but there's nary sight or sound of the mysterious transporter as he walks inside. He must have already left; perhaps he had a job to go to.
Ginji looks toward the living room. If Akabane-san is up, then sometimes Ban-chan is as well. On those occasions he likes to flop on the couch and ease into the mornings first with a cup of coffee and a hot bowl of cereal. But he realizes there is no one here either when he finds the couch empty. Ban-chan must still be asleep in bed.
Cheered by the opportunity he's gifted with - he knows that Ban-chan and Akabane-san had lasagna for supper last night - Ginji immediately makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's halfway there when he hears a noise come from down the hall that sounds suspiciously like something he's not used to hearing.
He freezes in his tracks and listens with bated breath. The beginnings of dread stir in his gut at the possibility that both Ban-chan and Akabane-san have decided to sleep in. Ban-chan will just grumble and tell Ginji to keep it quiet, but Akabane-san's displeasure is not something he cares to risk. Neither is the morning type to begin with and Akabane-san is very particular about the proper observation of guest decorum. Finding Ginji stuffing his face in their kitchen sans permission would give him the perfect reason to hone his knife-throwing skills.
There it is again, that strange sound. In the back of his head Ginji knows he should just grab his plunder and go or try coming back later, but curiosity has its hooks in him now and he creeps in the direction of the noise. Another one just like it but pitched somewhat differently soon follows, and he realizes it's someone moaning. But it isn't a moan of pain - quite the opposite.
Warmth flushes Ginji's skin as he listens to the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. His cheeks go pink at the thought that he's just walked in on a very inopportune time. He knows Ban-chan's got an active libido but it's not something he lets himself dwell on, rather like the thought of one's relatives doing it tends to cause a mental circuit to shut down in self-protection. That way lies insanity if allowed to marinate on the brain long enough.
Even so he can't help himself from moving closer to the bedroom…where else would such a sound be coming from? The door is closed but not all the way. There's a crack that's big enough for Ginji to peep through without being fully spotted.
His eyes widen at the sight. Two people are lying naked on the bed, moving together in a languid rhythm that belies their passion. One is longhaired, thick waves of midnight black spilling across the pillows like twilight's kiss at sunset. The other's hair is a rich brown shade, shorter, but spiked and tousled, partly from having been slept on and partly because it's just the way his sea-urchin style gravitates toward.
Ban-chan and Akabane-san haven't noticed him. A thankful Ginji tells himself to sneak back the way he came and leave the lovers to their private dance…but his feet won't move. His whole body won't move.
There's something about this scene that's got him rooted to the spot, captivated by the actions of the couple on the bed. He can't explain it to anybody, least of all himself - though it would be a lie to say that sexual urges have never really registered in his mind much beyond the occasional peep at a particularly attractive form, he doesn't deliberately seek them out…or so his friends would probably prefer to think. Ginji guiltily admits to having had his share of impure thoughts about both sexes.
On the bed there's a sudden sensuous twisting of bodies and now it's the transporter who's on top. He's riding Ban-chan's lap with increasing force, husky purrs and growls of delight working their way past his parted lips. Ginji blushes as he realizes that Akabane-san has a very nice body even as skinny as he is - he's thinner than Ban-chan, but then Ban-chan is all muscle which gives him additional bulk. It's the hips, he decides, his eyes almost magnetically drawn to the curves delineating Jackal's lower body. That trenchcoat is both concealing and revealing.
He shakes his head, mentally kicking himself for having those kinds of thoughts about Akabane-san of all people. Jackal may have his own erotic allure but that in no way negates the fact that he can be downright scary at times. Well, a lot of the time. Okay, most of the time. Fortunately a low groan from Ban-chan derails this train of thought and Ginji is spared further ruminations on Jackal's seductiveness.
Any idiot can get laid, Ban-chan had told him once, but if you want to make an art of sex you have to be serious about it. Indeed, that's what he's presently doing as his large hands play Akabane-san's slender body as finely as he would one of the violins he's so skilled with. Jackal responds eagerly to the intimate explorations, moving with him, pale skin flushed a warm olive tone from his exertions and purple eyes darkened to near-onyx by the transformation of desire.
Ban-chan is teaching him a new way to redirect his intensity. He controls the pace, helping the deadly transporter transmute his lethal urges into other acceptable avenues. A good thing too, for it appears that Jackal is as insatiable in bed as he is in battle. He moans as he rocks against Ban-chan, hips working with fluid grace as he seeks fulfillment. Ban-chan grasps his pelvis firmly, slowing him down when he moves too quickly and the other man whines softly, needing the rougher stimulation but finding himself trapped by his lover.
"Don't be greedy." Ban-chan's voice sounds ragged, as if he's been running hard. "I want us to come together this time."
"Midou-kuuuuuun." Jackal's voice is likewise strained. He's desperate for release, craving that intensity as an addict craves opiates. He's been addicted to one form of pleasure for so long that learning to trade it for a different type of excitement is taking time. That and patience, which contrary to popular belief Ban-chan can display in remarkable amounts, when presented with an opportunity that inspires him.
He utilizes that patience now as he rises to a sitting position, gathering Akabane-san into his arms. Ginji watches as Ban-chan strokes his face, his hair, murmuring a soft croon that's unintelligible. The petting seems to soothe Jackal, and his erratic panting slows some as his body relaxes against Ban-chan's.
Ginji can't help but smile. It's that same gentleness, that calm control that has helped to quell Raitei's rage whenever it flickers dangerously within reach. He has a hard time putting it into words, but he feels that the budding relationship between the two people he's most in awe of is beneficial to both. Jackal is not as prone to shedding unnecessary blood these days, and Ban-chan has an outlet for his rougher aspects without having to worry that he'll harm somebody unused to them.
Ginji knows he counts as one of the only people in the world whom Ban-chan can trust with his secrets, but all just the same it's nice to know someone else is in the same boat with you when it comes to certain shared experiences; thus he doesn't begrudge Ban-chan this intimacy with someone he really ought to be more wary of. Yet Akabane-san has his good side too, and when approached just the right way at the perfect time will gladly shower affections on the focus of his attention. Using the power of extreme cuteness Ginji has managed to con at least a dozen ice cream cones out of him on separate occasions.
Ban-chan claims his lover's mouth in a deepening kiss, which Akabane-san returns with equal vigor. The lovemaking picks up again where they left off, this time at a slower pace. Ginji unconsciously licks his lips, vicariously feeling every thrust along with them in his own body. The front of his shorts has grown uncomfortably tight.
The transporter's sleek body rises and falls rhythmically as he straddles Ban-chan, thrusting back against him while using Ban-chan's shoulders for leverage. He abruptly leans far backwards while bracing himself on his hands, and Ginji can see his face which is drawn into a paroxysm of pleasure - those violet eyes are closed in ecstasy and his mouth is open as he pants for breath, as if it's being driven from him every time Ban-chan pushes into him. Whatever Ban-chan's doing to him must feel really good.
His observations are supported when Ban-chan reaches between Jackal's spread legs and moves his hand just so, and the other man loudly moans his lover's name. "Mid - ohhhhhh…!"
Ginji winces in empathy for Akabane-san. One thing they both have in common is the love of instant gratification. He bites his lip and stuffs his fists in his vest pockets, resisting the sudden impulse to stick his hand down his shorts and relieve some of his own tension. Much like it's all too easy to lose control when tempted by Raitei's simmering electricity, doing that in here would guarantee him an instant ticket to the unhappy land of snakebites and bloody swords if he were to forget himself and wind up caught in his own pleasures.
Akabane-san sits back up and starts planting frantic little nibbling kisses all along Ban-chan's face and neck and shoulders. Ban-chan is evidently enjoying himself as well for his eyes squeeze shut then and he gasps when Akabane-san does something with his hips that makes him buck harder up from the bed. He tightens his one-handed grip and uses his other hand to clench in a tangled mane of black hair, pulling Akabane-san in for a fierce kiss.
Their mouths break apart for the briefest of seconds for air and Akabane-san laughs breathlessly. "What…was that…about not being greedy?" he purrs between hungry kisses while thrusting against the hand that's clasped around him.
"Shut up," Ban-chan rasps, and flips him over onto his back again. The morning sunlight streaming in through the window glistens along his back, the taut muscles of his body working smoothly in sinuous motion as he proceeds to pound Jackal into the mattress.
As always Ginji finds himself mesmerized by the sheer enigmatic presence of his partner; Ban-chan is so much more than what he seems at first to most people and right now he's exhibiting a primal rawness that until now only Ginji was privileged to see, and rarely at that. Ban-chan is a wild one at heart but his instincts are balanced out by his cool, analytical nature, which is part of what makes him such a champion fighter. On those extremely rare occasions when Ginji finds himself thinking of his days as Raitei, he has a feeling that the original battle which led to their friendship would have ended in both their deaths had it been allowed to go on. And he can't figure out why but he also senses that Ban-chan is of a similar mindset, and that this factor also plays into the strange relationship he shares with Akabane-san.
The moans and whimpers of pleasure increase in frequency and volume. The rougher Ban-chan is with him the more Jackal seems to like it, digging his fingers into Ban-chan's back and raking his nails down the skin in angry red furrows as he writhes beneath his lover. Ban-chan is finding his own share of satisfaction, eyes snapped shut as his teeth nip at and his lips suckle pale flesh while his hips thrust repeatedly on top of the other man.
Ginji dimly hears a soft rush of heavy breath and suddenly realizes it's coming from himself. Witnessing the erotic scene before him he can't help but imagine what it must be like to be on either end of the duo in such a situation. It's tough to tell who's having the most fun, Ban-chan or Akabane-san. With his imagination taking flight from fertile ground it could feasibly be argued that it's Ginji who's got the best deal - he can indulge the thousands of 'what-if's' stampeding through his mind without actually participating and risking serious threat to life and limb. Ban-chan wouldn't hurt him - at least, not beyond his endurance - but with that personal armory of his Jackal's another story…
The lovers' pace is at a crescendo now, the bed creaking and shaking with a familiar enthusiasm that suggests this is typical behavior for their trysts. Finally both bodies slam together and hold for a split-second in a frozen arch before falling into a series of shudders, and the room is replete with ecstatic cries as they each hit their peak at the same time, just like Ban-chan said he wanted.
They collapse in a limp, sweaty tangle upon the bed, the echoes of their passion fading to jagged gasps which mingle in the descending silence. Akabane-san lifts a hand to idly sift his fingertips through the moist hair at the nape of Ban-chan's neck, and Ban-chan rests a palm on top of Akabane-san's sweat-beaded forehead, making similar motions with his own fingers.
Ginji decides this is as good a time as any to make his exit.
As carefully as he can he tiptoes back the way he came. He checks the kitchen clock on his way out and gently closes and locks the door. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he heads across the hall back to his own apartment, letting out a long, slow gust of pent-up breath once he's safely inside.
He's going to need a very cold shower before the Get Backers go to work today.
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Omake/Epilogue: Caught In the Act
Akabane stretched languidly and curled up beside his lover with a sleepy smile, nuzzling Ban's sweat-dampened neck as together they basked in the pleasant afterglow of their recent activities. "Midou-kun?"
"Nn?"
"Do you think that Ginji-kun was traumatized by watching us?"
"Heh. Serves that nosy eel right for always raiding our fridge."