GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ A Yuki Shiro Complex ❯ I'll Do Anything For You ( Chapter 1 )

Shigure-san's Author's Note: Well the wonderful Pretty-crazed-doll asked me to write smut for this story. For those of you that know my works you'll know boyxboy smut is where I belong, its my world and things get vewwy dirty in Shigure's world… And for those of you that haven't - WHY NOT? I have wonderful yaoi smut - go read it pwease XD Neways, I am pervert at Doll's PC right now, so I hope the smut does the fic justice. And remember: Inuyasha is my god, Be nice to small animals and each other, love yaoi, love me, and dark alleyways though inviting may contain rapists…that is all, please review >.<

 

CHAPTER ONE: I'LL DO ANYTHING… FOR YOU.

 

 

A foreboding shudder shook his body as he made his way through the cold welcoming dark. The unnerving silence slicking with the wind through his hair, chilling him to the core. He knew what was to come. He knew what sick and twisted defilements that monster would exact upon his body, and he felt his stomach churn with the thought of those hands on his unwilling skin, defenceless to defend himself. For what was the alternative? To run, to refuse, to turn his back on everything just as he'd always done, it would end badly, for Ginji at least…

 

That goofy grin, it always made the darker days a little lighter. He was always so happy, he thought, trudging as slowly as humanly possible down the alleyway, navigating dejectedly through the dimness towards his doom. Such hopeless faith in how the world is going to turn out, and the people in it, it's pointless, yet…endearing? Pointless…like a single candle flickering in the smothering darkness…

 

It didn't matter…Ginji was the only one…the only one he'd been able to count on; he couldn't let him down now…

 

Dull yet thunderous footsteps echoed in the silence, caressing his ears in ardent solace, his only consolation for what he was to endure. His own footsteps and the distant sounds of the evening traffic were his only comfort; he had no comfort, not even from the friend he could tell anything…he couldn't tell him this, for that would grant the optimistic blond a fate just as bad as if he, Ban were to run away. That blade-wielding creature, he was entrancing and cruel in ways that no one got close enough to see and live to reflect on. And that same creature had him now, in his malicious web, and Ban, he was never going to escape…

 

That shadow loomed over him now, blocking the slither of light escaping into alley from the street. He was being followed, and he didn't care. If it was some criminally insane murder he would welcome the knife, he would welcome the end, if it saved him from the doors that he approached as slowly as his feet would carry him without a complete halt in his steps. But he knew the identity, the foreboding name of that lurking monster, and his breath spilled past shuddering lips, misty as it hit the freezing air around him. That creature…he chilled his soul…

 

“I would hasten yourself Ban Mido; it is quite a chilly evening, isn't it?” Ban's lips upturned in a sneer as that voice sounded from behind him, the voice's owner pausing a scarce inch from him. How can he be so…so casual?! “The door is open,” the voice cooed. Ban didn't react immediately. His hands clenched into rigid fists at his sides, blunt nails biting into flesh, crimson blood oozing from the puncture wounds.

 

Eventually the insinuation behind those words revealed itself to him, and a shaky, bloodied hand rose to the door, sliding the boundaries of his soon-to-be prison aside, and stepping inside.

 

The hairs rose up on the back of his neck as the door closed behind him, long fingers touching his shoulder. Ban's entire body tensed up at response to that touch. He just wanted this over with already. “I'm here already…” Ban growled almost inaudibly. Akabane's lips quirked into a smirk at the shuddering terror in that voice that was usually so confident. “Just get to it already…”

“So eager?”

“Screw you-”

“-Go stand over by that wall.” Ban turned on his heel, face placid and unreflective of his inner fury, not fully comprehending the abrupt order.

“Wh-what?”

“Go stand over by that wall, do not make me repeat myself again, Ban…” The sinister order was punctuated by a blinding light, the strip-lights overhead gleaming to life as the switch flicked under Akabane's fingertips. Ban winced, azure-eyes becoming accustomed gradually to the oddly subtle glow.

 

Deciding not to incur Akabane's wrath, Ban turned slowly, his limbs clenching in argument to what he was doing as he approached the said wall. Lungs seemed to freeze as they inhaled the treacherous air around them, as arms raised shakily, reluctant palms pressing against the cool concrete wall. He could sense that lustful wrong gaze weighing on the back of him. “Glad to see you are so cooperative, Ban.” He grit his teeth together as he felt Akabane's approach, fighting down the urge to turn around and smack the triumphant look away that he knew would be there.

 

Scheming fingers ran down his shoulders, caressing tense muscles and racing over his hips, squeezing the backs of his thighs gently. “I wonder what kind of body you're hiding underneath all these bothersome clothes, hn?” His whole body tensed at those words - he knew what he meant, but still, he wasn't going to seem eager, he'd wait `til he was told…

 

“Take your clothes off.”

“Huh?” He knew what he said; it was all just another ditch effort to buy more time. But then those hands came round to run over his chest, deft fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt, before smoothing the material over unwilling flesh and shuddering to the ground.

“I would advise you to remove the rest of your clothes yourself, Ban, I do not want to ask you again.” He felt Akabane's presence back away slightly, and he brought his hands away from the wall, reaching reluctantly to his pants.

 

Akabane stood back ever-so-slightly, a lustful audience for the man who revealed himself as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the inevitable. The rest of Ban's clothes landed in a heap on the floor with his shirt, pale skin almost glowing with the dull luminescent light from above. “Just as I expected, you look a great deal more appealing with those clothes off, Ban Mido…”

 

Akabane leant forward, reaching around Ban's body, loose caresses of callous fingertips running torturously over unobstructed skin, traces the delicate contours of the well-sculpted chest and abdomen, punctuating the ardent touches with four vicious swipes. Ban pulled back swiftly, turning to face the figure looming around him.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?!” Akabane offered the man a foreboding smile.

“Merely showing you what awaits if you remain so uncooperative,” Akabane answered, presenting the four blades stained with blood at the dark-haired-man's fingertips.

“I CAME HERE WHEN YOU TOLD ME TO, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!” Again that smile loomed over those lips, sending a shiver up Ban's spine.

“Only for you to behave, Dear Ban,” he replied smoothly, tracing the man's cheek with the back of his hand, rousing a sharp hissing sound from Ban as those same blades flicked swiftly across his cheek, thin scratches left in their wake.

“What the hell are you DOING?!”

“Be silent.” With those words Akabane seized the other man's wrists, twisting the slender body to face the wall once more.

 

Ban winced as unforgiving concrete trapped him between it and Akabane's all-too-willing body. “Raise your hands above your head,” the man ordered almost softly, brushing back rebellious hair to lay hot, eager kisses on the nape of Ban's neck. Reluctantly but almost immediately, the conceding man brought his hand to the wall above his head, wincing in revulsion of ardent flicks of that tongue against the side of his neck.

“W-What the-”

“-Don't act so confused, Ban, you know exactly what I'm doing, don't you?”

“What the heck? What're you - argh!” A screamed shot past Ban's lips as the taller man seized his raised arms, blades raking down the backs of his hands in painful reminder.

 

Then the cold, bitter sensation around his wrists brought Ban out of his agonised stupor, back to his present torture where blue eyes stared up in confused horror at the harsh iron bindings at his wrists.

“I think these will serve to subdue you a little better, don't you agree?”

“AKABANE!”

“What seems to be the problem?” He asked in a tone attempting innocence, running his blunt fingertips over his skin, turning Ban to face him once more, the shackles suspended from somewhere above holding him in place.

 

Akabane's mouth descended on the thin gashes across his stomach, swiping the oozing bead of blood onto his tongue, and rousing a strangled hissing noise from Ban's lips. “I think you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?”

“What do you think?!” The bitter words were silenced by Akabane gathering himself to his feet, seizing his chin with his fingers and smashing a kiss to his lips. Ban winced, attempting to turn away from the embrace but failing miserably as Dr Jackal's slick kisses dropped down his jaw-line, turning his face upward gently to latch onto the vulnerable flesh of his throat. Drawing back from the now bruised flesh, Akabane locked the smaller man's gaze, fingers reaching up to brush almost too delicate touches over the scratches adorning his cheeks, before flicking his wrist sharply. Ban cried out in agony, body twisting in response, as the source of his affliction pulled back a little further, gazing at the vicious `J' etched in blood into the side of Ban's throat.

 

“My, My,” Dr Jackal muttered smoothly, admiring his work, pressing his thumb nastily into the gash. “That's going to leave a scar…” Ban winced, gritting hit teeth together in an attempt to alleviate the burning, searing pain in the fresh wound. It was as if the mark had been branded upon him with scolding fire, as opposed to luminescent daggers from his captor's fingers.

 

“You're trying to do the right thing, for Ginji, am I right? Because of that threat I made?” Ban didn't answer him, he didn't have to, and he wouldn't give Akabane the dignity of a response even if he could form words over the blistering agony right now. “You're putting on a brave façade - it's noble of you, to try and endure this with dignity…” Ban cried out again as Akabane assaulted rosy nubs with slow, torturous flicks of his long tongue, drawing the bead into his mouth, glancing up at those contorted features flushed with shame. “I'll enjoy torturing this `brave' little body…”

 

Long spindly fingers reached down, wrapping round the limp member, tracing over the tip gently, little jolts of unwilling pleasure jolting through his flesh. “Can't help yourself, can you, Ban Mido?”

“Stop it…”

“I beg your pardon?”
”Stop talking to me…I don't wanna hear your stupid voice anymore. Do what you're gonna do and let me go.” Those fingers squeezed almost tenderly, tugging his foreskin back gently to reveal vulnerable pinkness. Ban's head tipped back, hissing lowly as strangely hot breath caressed the sensitive skin.

 

Akabane's hand squeezed, pumping slowly, urging the member to harden. But it failed. “It seems your body is being very uncooperative, Ban, I will have to fix that.” Ban's eyes widened in foreboding of those words. Akabane got to his feet, manoeuvring out of the light above, and into the shadows where the lights were either broken or just not turned on. When the obsidian-cloaked-figure emerged from the blackness, Ban didn't like what he saw. Dr Jackal toyed with the small, menacing bottle between his fingers, holding Ban's gaze.

 

“What the hell are you-” The brunette's words cut off as Akabane seized his legs under his knees, yanking them up to rest on his shoulders, leaving Ban suspended in a very awkward position from the vicious chains cutting into his wrists.

“Such an interesting view,” the other man muttered with immoral amusement, watching the puckered entrance clench against possible intrusion. Ban twisted his gaze away from the movements of Akabane's hand, as he flicked the cap off the small, glass vial. “Do you know what this is, Ban? I'll give you one guess.” He received no answer, except his victim's body writhing in attempt of freedom. “It's a delightfully powerful aphrodisiac…this one little bottle has quite a few servings too.”

“Don't you dare…” Ban growled, legs crashing uselessly in negation against Akabane's back. “DON'T YOU DARE AKABANE!” His scream cut short as the small mouth of the bottle pushed into the clenching orifice, Akabane's hand tipping up slightly to spill the liquid into him.

 

Ban shuddered as his body returned to its upright state, Akabane standing back to admire the shuddering limbs as the drug coursed through him, legs rubbing together uselessly, trying to alleviate the sensations assaulting his suddenly very shaky body.

The effects of the drug brought a crimson flush to his skin, member rising reluctantly, drawing Akabane's attention towards it. Ban remained bound in place, gasping for breath, unaware of Dr Jackal's clothes pooling at his feet, and the suddenly naked form approaching him slowly.

 

Reaching down, Akabane brushed his fingers over the oversensitive organ, stealing behind to the entrance now drenched in fluids, pressing a long finger inwards sharply. The surrounding muscles squeezing the intruding finger, as it raced across the slick, hot flesh. “Trying to keep me out, Ban Mido?” Ban merely winced at the second finger entering, stretching him in ways he shouldn't have been. Akabane glanced up, watching eyes stare blankly at him, unadulterated hatred brewing within them. He didn't like the disobedience in those eyes.

 

Ban grimaced at the sickening wet noises that reached his ears as those intrusive digits withdrew, eyes following Akabane hatefully, wary of his next movements as he stood facing him once more. The brunette couldn't help but pass his gaze over that body with disgust, pale skin tainted with scars - he didn't want that skin, that body touching him.

 

Suddenly, Akabane's breath steamed over his unwillingly flushed face, his vision obscured by the black material abruptly forced over his eyes by his captor. Trapped, blindfolded, bound to place, and under this monster's mercy - when had his life took a nosedive for the dirt? “Is it so much more thrilling when you can't see where I will touch next, isn't it?” Ban didn't respond this time. Akabane smirked, running his calloused palm over his victim's behind, leaning forwards, grinding his own throbbing hardness against Ban's reluctant erection that was oozing pre-emission. Ban shuddered at the unwanted contact, crying out as the obsidian-haired-man seized his legs under the knee once more, rubbing his dripping member over the slightly stretched entrance.

 

Ban's head tipped back, throat retching in an unbridled scream of agony, his inner-muscles clenching in pain as that reviled organ punched forwards into him, the stretching anguish in him threatening to tear his flesh. Back arching forwards in response to that pain, Ban felt blood lubricating the thrusts. It didn't feel good, it burned, it froze him from the inside out. If there was a hell, he'd surely found it, in this murderer's twisted embrace.

 

Wet noises punctuated each stroke, the throbbing essence plunging into him, raping him, destroying him. Numbness overwhelmed his body, arms bearing the entirety of his weight, cruel iron bindings biting nastily into flesh, trickles of blood running like a rapidly growing fissure down his limbs. Ban Mido, felt himself breaking, in more ways than one. A small moan roused from Akabane's throat, as he slowed his pace, drawing out with delicious friction, before pressing back in with urgent need for the upcoming completion.

 

Glancing down, he noted the smaller-man's erection, willowed in response to the pain coursing through his body. It hurt so much, he just wanted it to end - a fitting punishment for treasuring someone, that you should find yourself throwing everything away, even your own dignity so that they may be happy. Ginji, that was his thought, as Akabane's fingers enveloped his erection, drawing it back to life with help of the drug still working on him. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he spilled himself over Akabane's hand, determined not to cry out. It was filthy. He was filthy. He wanted to die.

 

As if to grind his bloodied, broken face into the dirt even more, Akabane's back arched forward as his climax finally reached its peak, pressing inappropriately flush against unwilling skin. Ban winced, blood seeping from the wounds in his lip as he bit down hard in release of the stinging agony, the humiliating essence spilling within him exacting searing, blistering pain on his abused inner-flesh. He was broken. Ban didn't even cry out as the harsh bindings released their piercing grip on his wrists, and he dropped to the cold, concrete floor, dark bruising staining his legs where Akabane's grip had squeezed him so tightly, and his chest where he'd crashed against the unforgiving ground.

 

It was fitting, he deserved it. The pain was a sick, twisted antidote for his newfound self-loathing, alleviating some of the filth and grime of Akabane he felt smothering him. Before he'd finished, Akabane dropped to his level, seizing a fistful of hair and thrusting himself into the suddenly all-to-deliciously-vulnerable man's mouth, grazing the back of his throat in the process, making Ban choke around the girth. “Now, now, Ban, finish your job, and I may allow you a small respite before we commence in the next round. Ban winced at the foul tasted forced upon his tongue. But he didn't fight. He deserved it. There was no escape. Ginji, was his final thought before he fell into the cold, shivering despondency, the movements urged on by his rapist merely mechanical. He couldn't feel anything anymore, even the pain was a mere dull throb that seemed so very far away from the darkness that now swallowed him whole. This is all for you, Ginji…

 

 

TBC