Chapter 36 to Of Angels and Demons
Author's Note: Hello again! Hope everyone's been having a good week. So, things to look forward to in the coming chapters: A'Sirus and Ezekiel will be having a showdown real soon, her true identity and origins are gonna be shared, Gabriel will descend to join in the fight, Yuri is gonna find the Name of God and with it a mortifying secret even she couldn't have expected, debating what I wanna do with Kory (shes kinda too badass in my opinion to let her shrivel up and be lil bitch to A'Sirus, don't know, tell me what you guys want me to do with her!)
Now. As for our darling Get Backers . . . I'm not telling! XD MUWAHAHAHA. Sorry, I'm not leaking anything with them, but what I will tell ya is its gonna be FUCKING AWESOME! Lines will be crossed, decisions will be made, sides will be chosen.
Warnings: Some swearing, violence, etc etc etc . . . oh an I might need to mention LEMONS!
Disclaimer: To my misery I do not own Ban or Ginji or any of the wonderful characters of Get Backers. The idea and additional characters are mine though.
36
The bed dipped, sinking slowly beneath someone's weight as a hand reached forward, stroking gently across his brow, sweeping aside long strips of chocolate silk and consequently summoning a deep breath to rise by effect through him. He stirred; a groggy groan passing between his lips as he fought to peel his heavy eyes open. It was a half-hearted attempt; one that lasted for only a moment before dark lashes fluttered down over pale ivory once again. His breath pushed back through him as he reached for that familiar presence.
"Where did you go?" He mumbled quietly.
His hand was gently cradled and hoisted toward the blonde's lips. "Out." He traced the cold fingertips leisurely across his lips, grinning slightly at the long breath that eased through the brunette before the fingers suddenly spasmed.
"Quit 'hat," Ban groaned, shifting slowly to turn himself away from Ginji. He snuggled his face into one of the pillows, breathed out an exhausted sigh. His brows suddenly dipped, eyes fluttered, blinked rapidly as he fought to knock away the sleep clinging to them. He shifted again, turning back toward the blonde. "Where did you go?"
Ginji reached out, stroked his fingers across Ban's face, sweeping his hair aside again. "I went out. I had to expel some frustration."
Ban didn't seem to understand, his expression had yet to change and if possible it only seemed to crease more in suspicion. "You . . . huh?"
A chuckle burst through Ginji's lips. He shook his head and leaned down, pausing just short of his partner's lips. "You pissed me off. Had a lot of rage festering inside of me." He rose, climbed onto the bed, straddling Ban. "You don't seem to get just how much you mean to me."
Ban inhaled deeply as the sheets were pulled aside, baring his naked body once more to Ginji's pinning stare. He drew his lip between his teeth, nibbling it softly to suck in a rasping breath as electrically charged fingers started caressing his body. "Gin . . ." The chill that had crept into his bones from the blonde's absence was pushed aside almost instantly, giving way to the warmth that was now washing over him. "Damnit! Damn you . . ." he rasped, mouth hanging wide to the short stuttering breaths slipping loose.
He was stroking his thumb over Ban's nipple, letting the electricity torment the sensitive flesh; biting, scratching, licking. "Ban . . ." he leaned forward, dropped his hand down across his lover's quivering form. "May I have you again?"
He turned his face away, breath blasting out hot on his quivering arm. "You're—asking?"
"Yes." He exhaled while running his lips up Ban's throat. "Is that wrong of me?"
He turned back, trapping his partner within his sapphire gaze. "No. I just—seems odd."
He pushed up, straddling the brunette. "It isn't. And it never should be. You are precious Ban. You will be treated as such."
There was no response he could justify arguing. He laid beneath Ginji's warmth, breaths already hitting a state of arousal when the blonde descended, continuing his careful leisure toward bringing the brunette to a breathless mindless crescendo.
That was several days ago . . .
His cigarette had burned down during the long hours of his silent contemplation. Gaze peering out over the surrounding buildings with as much interest as he'd shown to the cigarette. The foot traffic on the street was a bulk of unfamiliar faces, young and old, attractive and not. The noise was a dull hum, bringing no significance to the distracted brunette. He blew out a heavy breath, blinked himself clear of his trancelike state and peered toward the darkening skies.
'Nother day, nother routine . . . another web of lies . . .
He was beginning to lose track of the days; of the number of times he'd woken up in the middle of the night to find himself alone, no truthful response he could accept to where his lover was disappearing. At first he'd just considered it odd, hadn't let too much thought linger upon Ginji's obvious restlessness, he'd contributed it to possible unease, anxiousness to what the blonde was still not completely comprehending. He thought maybe it was a reverse effect of all the energy his partner harbored . . . but his curiosity, his suspicions, were taking dark turns. Now, what he had considered odd was morphing into confusing frustration. There was no denying something was off with his lover. One moment they'd be having passionate intoxicating mind-numbing sex; then the very next minute he'd be so cold and distant—
He leaned further into the window, tipped his head back to rest on the old wood. Something was missing. He was so different, so distant. The way he'd look at him, speak to him—touch him. He brought his hand to cover his face, brows creased almost in sorrow. He wanted his Ginji back, wanted everything to return to how it had been. Maybe even back to before they'd finally confessed their true feelings. Back when he'd steal secret touches and unnoticed kisses. At least then he had control. Then he knew without a doubt what to do and what would need to be done.
I am losing this battle . . .
His breath slipped free, eyes fluttered when warm fingers suddenly ghosted across his cheek.
"What're you doing?" Ginji whispered, lips vibrating through his dark hair.
"Nothing," Ban exhaled deeply, shifting slightly as Ginji pressed closer. "Looking."
He was staring outside, eyes darting across hundreds of people oblivious to their wandering eyes. "At what?"
"I don't know," Ban smiled slightly. "I guess that's the beauty of it . . . doesn't have to be anything."
Ginji grinned, "so then, I won't be interrupting . . ." He slipped his hand down Ban's thigh, ran a couple rough teasing brushes across his groin, watching the brunette's hand slip off his face, a heavy breath easing through his mouth. His lips slid across Ban's ear, teeth nipping gently. "I feel like I can never get enough." He breathed to shift his hand, pressed his fingers harder against the material hiding his lover to smile as Ban's hand suddenly grasped his wrist. "Every minute I'm with you I just want more!" He let a few volts leap from his fingertips.
Ban let out a deep moan, turned his head, mouth open, expelling hot gasping breaths to shift across the windowsill, opening his thighs further with a small whimper.
"I wish you could see what I deal with . . . feel everything that I feel." His muscles curled, tensed as tight as a rubberband when Ban's grip loosened, fell away almost entirely. He worked his way within the obstructing material covering his lover, electricity still dancing upon his fingertips. "Every breath is like a swallow of acid . . . I want to consume you, take in every inch," He leaned up as he smoothed his fingers in caressing circles up and down Ban's soft member. "Ban . . . what is happening to me? Why does it burn to touch you, why do I feel like I'm dying if I am not at your side?" He nipped at Ban's throat, his jaw.
A soft yelp exploded past Ban's lips as his hips bucked, spasming to the ministrations on his sensitive organ. He grasped at the window for support, the wood cracking against the pressure of his grip.
"All I want," Ginji whispered huskily, his breath hot on his lover's ear. "Is you wrapped tightly around me. Flesh to flesh. My cock buried deep inside you."
Ban nodded quickly, breath a rasping stutter. "Yes."
He inhaled deeply, wrapped his arm around the slender brunette and pulled him from the window.
It is everything I want—he is everything I want. I had known it from the start . . . the clarity of knowing that the soul purpose of my existence was to be whatever I needed to be for this one person was so vividly clear, so understandable, I had thought it was just another dream. A dream of a better life than the prison that was. He calms me when I should be ramped . . . holds me up when I would drown . . . lights my path when it is dark . . . his strength helps me endure . . . how could I ever deny him . . . I would give anything to ensure that smile never fades away . . .
. . .So why does it feel like I'm losing him?
The light outside had faded, bathing the lover's in the dark shade of the night. Ginji rose above his partner, staring silently down at the beautiful pale creature that inhibited his every move, controlled his every thought. His hand slid against the smooth skin, occasional sparks of electricity curling around his fingers as he traced the graceful length of his lover. Ban was stretched out beneath him, enticingly open and inviting in the way his arms were wound up around his head, his deadly hands stirring the wild spray of his dark hair. His eyes were glowing, soft and pale yet with such an intensity it made the blonde's breaths hard with lust. His own breaths were steady, but labored, saturated with his escalading arousal and desire. He tipped his head back as Ginji descended, turned his gaze and expelled a loud raspy groan. His hands were pressed securely against the brunette's pale sides, thumbs tracing in and out of the defined ribs as his lips continued raining soft teasing kisses over his chest, back and forth between his nipples, for the moment purposely ignoring what he knew to be one of his lover's most sensitive spots. He slid his hands higher, fingers pressing deeper, breaths growing harder—hotter. His dark eyes were bleary, clouded with the lust of the arousal coursing quickly not only through his own boiling blood but of the sense that he was causing this exact same reaction though his lover as well. His kisses turned to nips, growing bolder—harder—with each shorter gasp, louder cry, from the brunette. Gently, he rested his head upon Ban's chest, a long breath easing across his lips as he wound his arms slowly around his partner, pulling him closer.
This crushing force—this love I feel for you . . . I cannot breathe . . . the pain that comes from it is too unbearable . . .
. . .but I cannot let go. . .
He traced the curve of Ginji's jaw slowly; his luminescent eyes following the small movements. His fingertips stroked with lazy leisure up his cheek, across his brow, buried into the soft golden spikes to start short brushing caresses. His arms tightened, lips slipped across his chest once more and Ban let out a startled though eager gasp as moist heat encompassed his nipple. He panted heavily, flexed his fingers through his lover's golden spikes to bring his hand to his mouth, biting softly against a trembling knuckle. He groaned, gasped, arched up into the blonde with a moaning cry of bliss. His muscles constricted; his abdomen, his thighs tensing, curling, in the arousing sensations coursing like hot fire through his nerves. He sucked on breathless pants; arched—twitched, beneath—against, his lover in desperation.
"Ginji . . ." he whispered, rasped, cried out softly. He drew his trembling legs up against his partner, tracing them along the blonde's warm strong thighs and hips, pushing against them in an attempt to work out the tremors and tingles biting through his entire being. Ginji sat back suddenly, a deep breath easing within as he simply stared down at his panting lover. He was shivering, body trembling in unbound pleasure; breaking boundaries, breaking limitations. His chest rose with deep gasping pants, breaths blasted forth hot and stuttering, his lips quivering in desperation. It was his eyes that made his desire sharper with every passing second. They were like pools of dancing light, like the moon upon night painted water.
Ginji's jaw tensed, teeth clinching as he reached forward, slipping his arm around his brunette and lifting him off the floor. His hand rose to Ban's spellbound face, cradling him gently as he drew him into his lap. He fell around him perfectly, his slender softly curved body fitting into each swelling muscle and flat length of the blonde with uncanny ease. His long hair rested around his face, falling into his glowing eyes, tickling the edge of his nose and lips. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out to caress the cool strands. A purr rumbled through Ban as he stroked his hand down Ginji's tense arm, fingers running a lazy circle on his bulging bicep. His breaths began to escalade, growing harder, deeper, becoming more strained with each minute that he sat peering up with a look of absolute abandon. He gasped when the hand that was considered so dangerous touched him so gently, so carefully. He snapped his own up quickly, imprisoning Ban's against his cheek as he sucked in rasping unfulfilling breaths. His eyes had fallen shut, encompassed by darkness he focused upon that familiar now slightly racing heartbeat, on the soft though heavy aroused breaths, on the intoxicating scent that made all else fade. This was his partner, his best friend, the man that made his existence meaningful.
Golden chocolate eyes opened. His hand reached forward, fingers encircling Ban's chin and pulling him in for the kiss. He moaned at the crushing demand he felt in the blonde, rasped heavily into the suckling lips making his skin grow hotter, spasmed harder at the tingling charges leaping from the contact of Ginji's touch. He broke the kiss for a brief second, sucking in a desperate breath to groan eagerly as his skull was grasped, imprisoned, to be held captive to the delicious arousal seeping off his lover. He shifted in his lap, rocked his unbearably tight abdomen, desperate for contact, for any form of friction to make his mind go numb, nerves explode. He could feel the desperation through the brunette's uncontrollable trembles, in the curling of his muscles, by the spasming flinches brought on by his traveling hands. He was purposely pushing him, desiring to see what standing on the edge would transform his brunette into. He desired nothing more than to see him in absolute abandon, lost in rapture. He traced his fingers, featherlight, down the length of Ban's back, following the soft contour of his ass to push a finger inside. Electricity surged through him, exploding free into Ban.
His eyes expanded, breath caught in his throat before he screamed out, arms winding around Ginji's shoulders, legs rising to press desperately into the blonde's sides. He bucked, rised off his lover's lap with a teeth grinding wince of momentary discomfort. His nerves, his muscles curled, tightened unbearably as the electricity licked throughout his insides, bouncing back and forth along the underside and surface of his skin, striking the epicenter of his sexual desire and for a moment made everything blindingly white. He cried out, couldn't stop the amount of times he would do so, before he arched hard, back on the verge of breaking. He huffed, sucked in a deep breath to gasp out at the touch of Ginji's arms winding around him, the electrifying agony of his holding him as he fell backwards to the floor. He arched up, crying out as he was breezed over by another volt of electricity. He grasped for his lover, crying out at the burst of arousal that resulted from Ginji's knee connecting with his groin. He reached quickly for his penis to tense and sob out a cry as his fingers touched the excruciatingly hard organ. He sucked in a deep breath to whimper, startle, as Ginji suddenly pulled his hands away. He pulled at them in vain to go still then arch as his groin was stroked.
A long breath stripped its way through Ginji's clenched teeth. His muscles were curling, tensing as he held Ban down, watching him arch and flinch at each and every touch, hard or light, it mattered not. He was on the verge of being lost in these overloaded sensations. His breaths were stuttering, rushed, desperate. His eyes so dark with desire, with lust, Ginji almost lost all control. His hand tightened on the brunette's continuing to hold them pinned above his twisting head. The other, he continued tracing it along his bowed sides, his trembling hips and abdomen, his spasming thighs. He leaned forward with a lick of his lips to close upon a hard erect nipple, eyes rolling and closing at the desperate cry from his lover and resulting buck and shiver. He repositioned, kept his hand imprisoning his partner's while the other continued its teasing harassing journey, mouth firmly attached to his chest and nipples, but now he slipped a leg between Ban's thighs and leisurely started digging his hip into his groin.
"No! God no please! Ginji!" Ban gasped, arching and twisting beneath his lover. "Aw gawd! Ginji Please!" He sobbed to hoist both legs up against the blonde. "Aw—I—" He was stroking his abdomen in time to the blonde's grinding hip. "G-Gin . . ." He drew in a deep gasp when he was suddenly released to peer up at his partner as he stood.
"Come," Ginji rasped while pulling him from the floor, lifting him against him to turn and take a few staggering steps forward to fall with Ban onto the bed. "Fuck . . ." he rasped while pulling Ban back toward him and knocked his legs wide open.
He started to right himself to instead arch and scream out eagerly to Ginji filling him. "Aw gawd," he curled his toes into the sheets, buried his fingers and tugged desperately. "Fuck! FUCK! Move, gawd damn you MOVE!"
He didn't; wouldn't. His blazing lightcrusted eyes peered down at his partner, watching every flinch, every spasm, watched his muscles tense and curl before he'd cry out, reach out.
"Ginji Please!" He sobbed. "What're you . . ." he twisted, stretched his legs out, brought them forward to push them up his lover's sides. "God damn it, PLEASE!" Tears were streaming down his face, his body was breaking past the point of overloaded sensation to what could just be tormented burning. It felt wrong. "Ginji . . ." his head was beginning to spin, vision blur. "I . . ."
"You will come."
His eyes expanded, body spasmed before he arched in the rocketing explosion of his release. He shrieked, tore at his bed to flinch when Ginji's hands slipped over his face, turning him for the lips descending upon his own. He quivered, spasmed to seal his eyes, groan as he felt himself vacated then slowly, softly reentered. He gasped at the resulting burst of pleasure, wrapped his arms up around Ginji's tense shoulders to pant against the mouth shifting gently against his own. He moaned, shivered as his side was caressed, hip firmly grasped, penetrations never faltering. Ginji's breaths were hard, calculated. He slid his hand along Ban's smooth thigh, reaching around to lift, deepening the penetrations, deepen his lover's pleasure. He sighed at the delicious cries, the pleasured moans. Ban was breathless, was weightless; he'd never felt so relaxed as he did at this moment, his body was overloaded, he knew that much, but he couldn't deny loving it, the sensation was astounding. He arched with every new burst of arousal, cried out louder as he discovered it encouraged the blonde further, harder. His hips were twisting, bucking, meeting each thrust of the blonde's with as much enthusiasm and vigor. He had questions, curiosities. He wanted to ask, badly. But he couldn't bring the words, couldn't let them escape. Instead he wound his arms tighter, drew his partner closer, kissed him harder.
. . .If you would ask of me . . . what could I deny. . .
His body tightened, quivering, trembling in wave upon wave of released pleasure. Ecstasy . . . it was unlike anything he could ever imagine, could ever describe. All he knew was that the blonde had mastered it, could force it upon him without a blink of his eye and he had no way to fight against it. Against him. But like so many things with this boy-man that rendered him speechless, powerless; there was no reason for him to want to.
His lips parted, quivering with the desperate breaths he was sucking in and pushing just as quickly out. His head lulled to the side, eyes dazed and darkened with lust. Time had drifted from existence, he was no longer aware of it, not it or anything else consigned to the revolving of the world. Nothing but the blonde. He arched as his hands slipped up his sides. Gasping, panting as he eased them along his prominent ribs. He curled his legs in as a thumb pushed against his nipple, tightened the hold he had on his lover's thigh as it was rolled slowly. Let out a rasping breath, a moan, when lips came to his neck. His muscles were constricted, tight and trembling uncontrollably, flinching with each new soft touch, each caress, each kiss. He bit into his lower lip. A hand remained on his chest, teasing his nipple, making his chest rise higher, breaths grow deeper, shorter. The other was slipping up his throat, pushing him further into the tormenting lips before his cheek was cradled. He blinked rapidly, continued to breath erotically, gasping for control he knew would never come while in the blonde's hands. He let out a stuttering breath when he felt pressure on his cheek, turned the direction demanded to let his eyes glance in a sorta trance upon the blonde's controlled expression. The anticipation, the longing, the simple yearning for those lips to met his own was so intense, so electrifying.
. . .Even being . . . is consumed from wanting you. . .
His thoughts were distant, dark like the night encompassing him, cold and without end. He curled his fingers, knuckle brushing against his mouth in a slow slightly calming motion. A deep breath filled him as he let his gaze fall, running over the palely lit sheets but more importantly, the just as intensely pale though beautiful being resting at his side. So enticing, so enrapturing; he was naked, body and soul, bared to his eyes alone, completely at peace. His eyes fell in a fluttering cascade and he reached out, brushed the tips of his fingers over the brunette's lips. A longing to rest his lips upon his consumed him once more. He buried such desire, pushed every thought of wanting aside, and slipped from the bed. He moved methodically, easing through the dark cold room, retrieving his clothing and slipping within them without a thought. Drawing in a deep steadying breath, he chanced a glance back toward his partner. The longing to race back across the room was so immense, so vivid, for a moment he could feel him as if he were in his arms. He glanced away, throat constricting with the difficulty to continue what he'd set out to do. He had to close himself off; push everything else aside and focus; focus on what mattered, what really mattered. Ban. Keep him safe. Keep him alive. There would be no turning back, no second guesses; push on, push forward. He grasped the cool doorknob, eyes falling with the last ounce of his hesitation. Not even aware there was a pair of sapphires watching him carefully.
Author's Note: Taadaa! Ok, short again I know, I was gonna try to squeeze more in, but it just wasn't working so I decided to just do another chapter. Don't wanna mess with my chi, or the flowage . . . oh I'm so tired right now lol. Ok loves, the usual thank you's and begging for you to review for me and I'll post next chapter real soon, its halfway done if not more. I'm passing out now smooches!