GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Oh my god, so it's been…basically, forever! After 4 years, I am FINALLY adding the follow-up chapter (“sequel”) to this story! I think most of you have probably long-forgotten this story by now, but what they hey. Hopefully you'll stumble across chappie 2 here one day and we'll all sing kum-ba-ya together while enjoying the fine cultural institution of some happy man-love shmex. Right. Anyway, sorry for the long, long, super long, wait, but hey at least I did it.

Warning: this is a fairly (super duper) graphic (explicit) story (little to no plot) about some sweet (raunchy) man-on-man (…there's really no other way to say that.) lovins (hot monkey sex). So beware, gentle reader.

P.S. I don't own diddly squat, even my house. The bank still owns that. I am the proud owner of a bunch of grad-school loans, though. You can fight me for the rights to those any day, be my guest.

P.P.S. So…what do ya think?

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Groaning, Ban rolled over onto his side. Damn, his back hurt like a bitch—what the hell cheap mattress were they laying on, anyway? This hotel could not possibly be worth whatever money they had squeezed out for it. Frowning, he wriggled a little as something sharp poked into his hip. An eyelid cracked open unwillingly and Ban struggled to see through the dark. What a musty hotel room. Where the hell was the pillow?

Flopping over in the other direction he came into contact with something much softer and more huggable. Ha! Ginji must have stolen the pillow, so it would serve him right if Ban used him as a substitute. He hoped the other boy's arm fell asleep and he woke up with the prickles. Fumbling in the dark Ban located Ginji's wrist and used it to drag the rest under his head. He was mildly surprised to find that Ginji had no shirt on, though he certainly wasn't complaining. Snuggling (though the word would never be allowed to pass his lips) his head onto the bare limb, he started to drift back into sleep.

Wait. A. Fucking. Minute.

Ginji. No shirt. NOT a hotel. Memories of the previous day came flooding back to him. How fucking exhausted had he been just now when he'd woken up??

How worn out…worn out from doing things. H-o-l-y shit in a handbag. Ban shot straight up, wide awake. Looking down he could see Ginji's profile in the dim light. His skin was glowing softly with a smooth and pearlescent kind of shine and a soft hum of electricity fluctuated with is breath. He certainly looked satiated. Ban flushed a little as he realized how naked they both were. His face heated even more as scenes from the night kept flooding in and by the time he realized it, he was rock hard again. Just how many times had they done it?

Couldn't blame a guy, though. He HAD spent years and years with all this pent up sexual frustration. He only wished he'd realized sooner that Ginji was a complete moron and wouldn't understand sexual attraction if it whipped the kid's dick out and started sucking. A slight breeze drifted through the cavern and he shivered. It was definitely about time to head back. Groping around in the dark for a second time, Ban finally found their discarded clothing. Ah, there would have to be a couple minor repairs done the next day—it seemed that their clothes hadn't been quite as quick coming off as they would have liked.

A soft moan next to him drew his attention. Moving quietly he began to dress the blonde haired boy as slowly as possible so as not to wake him up. This was stopped short however, when strong arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders where he was crouching and pulled him down. His hair ruffled as he felt a face nuzzle it while hot breath on his ear sent pleasant shivers down his spine.

Hotelhotelhotel…they needed to get to a hotel NOW. Ginji was still dead asleep—he'd always been a sleep-cuddler. Gaaaah, why did the boy have to be so damn cute all the time while simultaneously being one of the most irritating beings to plague the Earth? Slowly he became aware of the body beneath him bowing in a luxurious stretch, every inch of him pressing into Ban in the most intimate places.

“Ggggghhhhnnnn” Ban had never experienced hyperventilation before. So this was what it felt like. Check one thing off his list of stuff to do before he died. Time to go.

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The paint on the door to the hotel room was cracked and peeling. Rusty hinges graced the entrance and gave it that classy look that appealed to low-lives everywhere. The locks were a joke and it was a surprise that the next slight breeze didn't knock the whole building down. Ban couldn't have been happier to see the shit hole. One swift kick and the door slammed open to allow him room to sidle in huffing and puffing while dragging the limp, useless body in behind him. God, he hadn't remembered how heavy Ginji was when he was dead weight until he'd been dragging him caveman-style down the sidewalk, half-naked. He'd have to make sure Ginji didn't turn the news on tonight or get a hold of any police bulletins. Man, they had been pop-u-lar.

Tossing his unconscious partner onto the bed, he collapsed into a puddle beside him. Whatever sex drive he had woken up with was definitely, absolutely, positively and without a doubt NOT coming back to haunt him until after at least a solid, hmmm…. six…. (or so) hours of hardcore sleep. Maybe eight. Ten was sounding pretty good. Within moments Ban was counting sheep and snoring peacefully.

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Something was wrong. Groggy, he blinked slowly in the dim light. Damn, it was already night-time—he must have been out for at least five hours. Unable to place his finger on the uneasy feeling he was getting he rolled to the left and started to swing his legs off the thin mattress.

Except that his arm seemed to be stuck. Was Ginji asleep on it? That boy weighed more than a semi truck even though he looked like such a lightweight. The soreness in his back could attest to that. Tugging on his arm, he tried to dislodge it from whatever was holding him back. Nothing moved.

Becoming slightly alarmed and still fighting off the lingering traces of his exhaustion, Ban started to sit up. The following moment was one of sobering clarity and had the singular effect of clearing all of the remaining cobwebs from his mind. BOTH his arms were stuck—and not just stuck—they were tied down. Tugging experimentally on both hands he was surprised to find that whatever he was attached to on the wall was actually bolted down fairly well. Nothing that would stand up to his grip for long, but it was sturdier than he would have given the hotel credit for.

“Seems that you can steal anything in this place except the bed. Oh, and the nightstand. That's got just as many bolts as the bed.” Ban's head whipped to the right towards the sound of the voice and he winced as a sharp pain lanced through his neck at the quick movement. Peering through the shadows, he could see a figure sitting in the ratty old chair propped up in the corner. The faded pattern might have been a cheerful yellow at one point, but now looked more like a sickly tan. Stuffing peeped through threadbare patches on the arms and the person in the chair plucked idly at the stray bits with his fingers.

“I've been waiting for a while for you to wake up. Don't try and use your strength, I'll just shock you unconscious.” Shock him unconscious…Ginji?! What the hell was the kid thinking? After how many times they'd done it the night before, there wasn't any possible way he could be mad about it…right?

“Ginji….WHAT-THE-FUCK-DO-YOU-THINK-YOU'RE-DOING-UNTIE -ME-RIGHT-THIS-GODDAMN-MINUTE-OR-I-SWEAR-“

“BAN! Shut up.”

Huh? Telling him to shut up was a little out of character for Ginji. He must really be pissed. Did that mean he had changed his mind since last night? No—no way—Ban had waited for so long and suppressed his desires for god knows how many ages. A bitter seed of disappointment settled in his chest. I guess I didn't really have to be that rough last night that one time…or that other one…well, all of them. I was just too fucking pumped!

He remembered the way Ginji had moaned even when Ban was pounding him into the ground—he thought it had been in pleasure but it might not have been. Remembering the moans made him think of the face Ginji had been making with his brows furrowed together, the heat making his cheeks pink and the sweat finding a path down his temple to his jaw. God, it had been so fucking hot that Ban had fisted his hand in that blonde hair and yanked hard while delivering a particularly powerful thrust. Both boys had practically screamed and his body shuddered as it remembered the feeling. No no no, he had not been mistaken—those were definitely moans of pleasure.

Shit. His eyes widened and he stared straight forward. He had to keep some sort of control right now. Just remembering thirty seconds from the tunnel and he was rock hard for the second time that day, but he still didn't even know why the fuck Ginji had strapped him to this crappy (but well-anchored) bed. Breathing deeply through his nose, he tried to tell his lower self to get a grip. Apparently his penis didn't speak Japanese. Or English. Or German.

Too focused on calming down he didn't realize that Ginji's face was 5 centimeters from his ear until a hot, wet tongue darted out and traced the curve of the shell. He almost came on the spot. So that meant that Ginji didn't hate it? So why the hell was he tied up? “….Ban. Ban. Focus.” Oh god, the vibrations from the voice were shooting like lightning straight to his groin. It was like, once their relationship had changed, he was just so much more intensely aware of Ginji, Ginji's body, his voice, his every movement. He sensed the heat from him as he crouched on the bed beside Ban in every miniscule detail. The air felt charged and it prickled along his skin.

“Ban. I'm sorry I tied you up. But you have to understand, I've been waiting for SO long. I've been SO worried about how you would react if you knew how I felt. I thought you'd be grossed out and you'd leave me or beat me up. Or both. Most of the time, I probably would have guessed both. Then last night-,” he sucked in a breath “-last night, you…” Ginji whined a little and Ban could almost picture him stomping his foot as he tried to get his words out. He was so much like a kid, after all. “Ban, I'm sorry but you had your mouth all over me last night and now it's my turn and I know you're not a toy or anything Ban, but could please just cooperate and stay there while I play with you and I promise I won't hurt you but if you don't I'm going to have to shock you and I'm really sorry but it's just not fair...” The words tumbled out of his mouth and Ban had to strain to keep up.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? He wasn't some giant fucking plastic doll! He turned his face and gaped at the other boy. This was NOT what he'd had in mind when he'd dragged Ginji back to the room! The blonde boy was chewing on his lower lip nervously.

“Ban…say something.”

All he could do was open and close his mouth like a giant fish out of water. This situation was so beyond unbelievable that he almost expected unicorns to start flying out of his ass, sprinkling rainbows and sunlight around the world. With an enormous sigh, he hung his head down. Whatever. As long as Ginji wasn't telling him no, he'd play along with whatever crazy ass scheme the dumbass had concocted. “…”

“Huh?”

“….fine. I said fine. For now.” Mumbling made it easier to say the words out loud. Damn.

WHAM. Suddenly he was flat on his back staring up at the cracks in the ceiling. Ginji crouched above him, the shy innocent little teenage façade gone and a sexy, hungry monster was straddling him instead. This, he could get used to. He felt Ginji's hands cover his own and shivered as the boy slowly dragged his nails down the inside of this wrist, down his forearms, and all the way to his sides. Ban let out a hiss of breath at the light touch. Fingers skimmed across his ribs to the hem of his tattered shirt. Hooking the shirt with one digit, Ginji pushed the material up a couple inches while pushing himself farther down on Ban's body until he was resting at his knees.

Ban watched, mesmerized as Ginji lowered his head to the small strip of bare skin above his pants. Staring him straight in the eye, the blonde's tongue darted out and traced the edge of Ban's jeans. It was like his Ginji's tongue was leaving a trail of liquid fire. His eyes widened as Ginji nipped his hipbone, then soothed it with a little kiss. Dragging his mouth and his tongue back to the center, he pushed the shirt up a little farther and began to run the tip of his tongue up. The shirt was pushed all the way to his armpits and Ban felt his nipples harden in the cool air. He almost shot off the bed when nimble fingers pinched one of those nipples, rolling it and teasing it roughly.

He moaned out loud when the twin was found by a hot, wet mouth that was sucking and nipping and teasing. Ginji's mouth drifted to his neck as fingers took up the abandoned post, and then he was being pinched again. Nuzzling the soft skin just below his ear Ginji paused a moment. Ban let out a sharp cry as teeth bit gently on his ear while rough thumbs caught on his nipples and flicked. Shivers wracked his body as the tongue traced more fire around the crest of his ear. Every nip went straight to the pit of his stomach. The thumbs flicked upwards again, stinging but causing his hips to buck.

“Unnnnn, Bannnn, you are so sexy. Your nipples are so sensitive,”Ginji moaned into his ear. Ban blushed scarlet. It was true, but it was so embarrassing to hear it out loud. “I want to hear your voice. I want to hear you moan more, louder, when I roll your nipples like this…”

“G…uuuuh…” Ban was gasping at the sensation.

“Yesss…like that.”

He became uncomfortably aware of the strain in his pants. He was painfully erect and going crazy but Ginji hadn't even touched him yet down there! Hell, Ginji hadn't done hardly anything and he was hornier than ever. Thrusting his hips up, he tried to relieve some of the pressure by grinding into his lover. Both boys sighed at the friction causing Ban to thrust his hips up faster, more desperately. All of the need and desire from this morning was coming back tenfold and he could feel his body tightening.

An embarrassing whimper escaped him as Ginji suddenly pushed away and sat back on Ban's upper thighs. The “ziiiiiip” of his pants sounded deafening. He could only watch, fascinated, as Ginji freed his erection from the restrictive material. His cock was hot and throbbing to an agonizing degree. The back of Ginji's hand brushed against him and he twitched, sucking in a breath. Ban began to lean forward eagerly and was abruptly reminded about the restraints holding him down. Shit. How had he forgotten about those? Ginji pushed him back down with one palm on his chest.

“Ban, you know you can't do that. I want to touch the rest of you. See? You're so pretty here. Such a pretty color, and it's already wet.” Ginji lightly ran a finger over the weeping slit at the top, rubbing the liquid in little circles.

A strangled growl caught in his throat and he began to lean forward again. Fuck this game. He wanted to be inside Ginji, and he wanted to be there NOW. A quick shock had him flat on his back again, arching off the bed as Ginji used small sparks of electricity to stimulate his already-sensitive nipples.

“Ginji!,” came the strangled cry out of his throat, turning into a wordless shout as a strong hand firmly gripped the base of his dick. Ginji gave a tug upward, sliding his hand firmly up the shaft. Frustrated, Ban began to thrust his hips up, trying to move within the circle of fingers only to find himself going crazy when the hand just moved with him. He tugged at the restraints and wiggled side to side, desperate for any kind of movement. With a little cry he glanced up at Ginji's face and found the other boy staring at him intensely with a smug smile on his face.

“Do you like when I touch you here, Ban? I haven't heard you say anything in a while. You're making all these great noises.”

Holding his gaze, Ginji gave another stroke and pressed his thumb into the tip of Ban's swollen head. Sounds began escaping from his throat totally unrestrained. Face flushed and panting, he could only cry out as Ginji began stroking him in earnest. His body was tightening and he squeezed his eyes shut. He was almost there…

“Ouch! Shit!” Ginji's hand loosened from where it was gripping Ban painfully. “What the hell?”

“…too quick,” came the muffled voice. Then, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the hot, hot mouth engulfing him. A slick tongue ran up the thick vein from the base to the tip. Swirling his tongue around the head, Ginji inched down his length until he had almost completely fit Ban's length in his mouth. Cupping Ban's balls, he rolled them in his palm. Seeing stars, Ban to thrust frantically upward because oh my god it just felt so damn good.

Ginji began bobbing his head up and down as the heat built up. Slurping him in until he could almost feel his dick brush the back of the blonde's throat, the other boy pulled his mouth all the way back up while sucking hard. Ban could hear himself screaming. As he got to the tip Ginji increased the suction and Ban let out a guttural cry as the head popped out of Ginji's mouth like a lollipop. Lifting himself off of Ban, he yanked down his pants the rest of the way and made quick work of his own clothing.

Then, he could only stare at the sight before him like he was an art connoisseur and he had five minutes alone in a closed room with the fucking Mona Lisa. Ginji was naked and straddling his legs again, his member twitching with every slide of his fingers…as he reached behind himself and prepared for Ban. Oh. My. God. This had to be the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He watched as Ginji's slick digits disappeared with a wet schlep, sinking slowly into his body. He almost lost it when a little moan escaped from the blonde boy as he added a third finger, stretching himself wider and wider. Pumping them faster, Ginji's hips jerked and he suddenly stopped with his face flushed and breathing heavily.

Ban licked his lips as Ginji finally positioned himself over Ban's cock. Lowering slowly, Ginji grasped the base of Ban and led him to the loosened ring of muscle. Ban grit his teeth at the slight pressure. And then he was sliding past it and sinking into Ginji's warm heat and it was amazing. Both boys groaned as he kept lowering himself and the next thing Ban knew he was hilt deep. All he could do was simply stare at the tableau in front of him, drinking it in. He looked at the place where their bodies were joined and watched as Ginji lifted himself and then sunk back down. A collective sigh rose from the bed. It felt like Ginji's body was sucking him in, squeezing him. He watched for a while longer as his dick disappeared again and again, hips thrusting up madly and bouncing the other boy up and down so that he could hear wet slapping noises as their bodies met frantically.

“Oh fuck Ginji, you are so fucking hot,” he breathed and was rewarded with a low moan from Ginji. He began rocking his hips faster when the blonde grasped his own neglected member and began stroking frantically. Reaching up to pinch his own nipple, Ginji threw his head back with a shout.

Ban snapped. His right arm wrenched forward. Whatever restraint or metal was holding him back was gone now. The left hand was still attached to the bed frame but he didn't give a shit. Ginji let out a cry of surprise as Ban yanked him down and flipped them both over. Using his restrained hand as a brace, he gripped the iron bar as he hooked Ginji's right leg above a shoulder. With his free hand he grasped Ginji's free ankle and pushed the leg up to his head. Leaning forward, he began to pound into Ginji hard. He felt a painful yank as Ginji reached up and fisted his hands into Ban's dark hair and held on.

When he released the leg, Ginji's body tilted a little sideways and Ban took the opportunity to spin the boy underneath so that his face was pressed into the bed. Taking him from behind, Ban braced his legs on either side and began desperately fucking into the delicious heat, hard. He could hear the slapping of their bodies and his harsh breath intermingled with Ginji's sobbing cries.

“Ban, Ban I can't hold on much longer…I'm going to…Nnnn,” his voice turned into a choked scream as Ban reached around them and began pumping Ginji with his hand. He knew he was hitting that sweet spot again and again from the sounds that Ginji was making. Sure enough, the proof was on the bed underneath them as Ginji came hot and hard. As he did, his inner muscles clenched around Ban and the pressure was too much to handle. Ban let out a groan as his hot seed splashed inside Ginji and trickled down his thigh a little as he drew back out. Body still jerking he pumped a few more times, letting the other boy's spasming body milk him dry before he pulled out with a wet plop.

They both collapsed onto the bed panting like they'd run a marathon. Which they kinda had. Ban could feel more liquid running out of Ginji and after a moment he rolled over to grab the remains of his t-shirt with his free hand, and used it to clean them up the best he could. Once they were dry enough to sleep, he shifted onto his back and yanked Ginji to his side. Reaching behind him, he grasped the metal bar he was still attached to and crushed it, releasing his poor arm. He was so exhausted. Throwing an elbow over his eyes he began to drift off with all of his excess energy completely spent.

“Ummm, Ban?”

“Uhn.”

“I'm cold.”

“Uhn.” He hooked the comforter that had been shoved to the foot of the bed with his toe and tossed it up to cover them.

There was a pause for a few minutes and Ban blissfully thought that Ginji had drifted off into sleep. Just as he was fading out, he heard a tiny whisper that crushed that dream.

“….umm, Ban? Ummm. Can we do it again?”

“…..Hell, yeah.”