GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ Invisible ❯ Invisible ( Chapter 1 )

 

Invisible

by: hibem

 

 

Ban was alive. They were both alive, still, and they were home and even though the gear shift was digging into his solar plexus, Ban was hot and alive in his mouth and starting to make those tiny, choked whimpers that meant he was almost-

There. He swallowed, swallowed, one hand resting tentatively on Ban's knee, the other braced and fisted white-knuckled in his own vest, his hardness almost pressed almost painfully between thigh and stomach. If his eyes were open he'd only be able to see denim and cracked vinyl, so he kept them closed.

But it had to be the car, he thought, making soothing motions with his tongue, reluctant to surface from Ban's taste and smell and skin, it had to be the 360 because that was home for Ban and his home was Ban and it wasn't really an issue any more than his other bruises.

He sat up, slowly, letting his cheek nearly brush along the softness of Ban's shirt and wishing for the space to-

No. Best to not think it yet. Enough to lick his own fingers into his mouth, part his zipper and let Ban brush his hand away. He moaned, a little, as Ban's hand- the left, always- closed around him, just slightly sweat-damp, fast and harsh. He let himself moan a little, muffled around his fingers because even though he understood he couldn't help dropping the occasional hint. Or three.

Because he did understand having to live cringing and storming behind a wall of strength, and he also understood what a relief it was to not. And he had never seen Ban come but he imagined he'd wear the same fierceness as when he killed which bothered him, but only a little.

And Ban never looked at him when they- though he did the rest of the time- wasn't looking at him now as his fingers left a spit-slick line at the small of his back, wouldn't notice why he'd bucked so sharply into Ban's hand. And things were maybe safer his way for now- now letting himself think it, Ban's solid chest and that silky, familiar fullness in him, riding it and watching Ban's eyes, his mouth, god, mouth on his tongue in his in him in him and- and-

And maybe it wasn't safe to name it, since it was still invisible, but he let himself feel it and let his empty lips form a single syllable over and over against the white crescendo behind his eyelids.

 

 

 

 

*This is my first GetBackers piece. Ban, Gingi and their 360 do not belong to me.