GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ Recurrence ❯ Recurrence ( One-Shot )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: yoake_chan 
When emotions are a betrayal, reality is a blur. How far can one sink without drowning? And will there be air once he surfaces? Ban x Ginji. Akabane x Ginji. Lemon. Dark.
Anime/Manga: GetBackers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.03.2005 | Updated On: 06.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 928 | Status: Completed
When emotions are a betrayal, reality is a blur. How far can one sink without drowning? And will there be air once he surfaces? Ban x Ginji. Akabane x Ginji. Lemon. Dark.
Anime/Manga: GetBackers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.03.2005 | Updated On: 06.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 928 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: GetBackers are Copyright © Rando Ayamine & Yuuya Aoki / Kodansha, Ltd. Publishers / TBS, Inc. / KONAMI & Konami Computer Entertainment Japan.
A/N: This particular piece is a lot of firsts for me, although it's not my first fanfic per se. It *is* my first fanwork for the GetBackers fandom though. Also, my first fanfic in two years, my first fic written in third person POV and my first ever dark fic and lemon. ^^;; As such, comments and constructive criticism are very much welcome. ^^ Flames will be ignored however, so don't even bother.
And yes, I know it's such a crime to write something dark about Ban and Ginji because they are just so adorable. >.< But you'll forgive me, ne? ;)
Recurrence
He never knows how and when it starts. But somehow, he suddenly finds himself pressed against a soft, uneven mattress; with chapped yet welcome lips, roughly crushing his own. Those crushing lips belong to his partner, Midou Ban; yet unlike the young man's normally cool and calm exterior, those lips are feral, feverish, almost desperate. And Ginji welcomes this desperation, just as he welcomes the moist tongue that is now battling against his own; mingling their fluids with every stroke and kindling desire with each skilled caress.
In an instant, the gentle touch turns into a sudden sting; as his partner's teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, breaking the thin layer of skin and drawing a line of blood. But even before a drop is shed, Midou Ban is already lapping at the wound, sucking on his lover's swollen lip and planting soft, feather-like kisses along his jaw. Those kisses soon find their way to Ginji's neck, and on to his collarbone, as they gradually regain their earlier fierceness. They eventually move on to the blonde man's chest, but not before the brunette has left a conspicuous mark on Ginji's throat.
Midou now hovers over his partner's sternum, sliding his palm over the other's heart and licking away the beads of sweat that have started to form on Ginji's skin. His callused fingers wander over stiffened nubs, and Ginji responds with a gasp the instant he replaces them with his mouth. There he lingers for a moment, but even this soon fails to hold his interest; and Midou finds himself leaving a wet trail, of teeth and lips, coating his partner's stomach. He dips his tongue, suddenly languorous, into Ginji's navel and the blonde grasps at his shoulder, as he proceeds to trace its rim with agonizing flair. The languid charade is broken however, as trousers are wrenched off and shirt buttons go flying, leaving one man naked and the other shirtless.
Ginji looks away, abashed at having his limbs spread open and his inner thighs exposed. He bites his lip, pulse quickening; as rough hands are dragged over his legs, before coming to rest at the juncture between thigh and hip. Those hands are followed by deliberate lips, tracing a path below his pelvis; each kiss punctuated with Midou's warm breath against his skin. All the while Ginji stares at the ceiling, vision clouded with want; unable to watch as his best friend claims him. Ironically still, he is powerless to refuse, the moment his partner beckons, "Ginji".
And like a puppet to the tug of a string, Ginji tears his eyes away from wooden beams; to dare and meet the icy blue of his lover's. He is dreading that connecting instant; anxious of what is bound to follow. And sure enough, as azure eyes lock on brown ones, Midou thrusts fiercely into the other man.
It is a voiceless cry that Ginji makes; eyes shutting tight from the hurt, strained body arching and fingers clawing at the bed. He is dry when Midou enters him; and with each stroke his partner makes, are aptly mixed: drunken pleasure and searing pain. But the pain soon overcomes the pleasure, as he feels his tissues tear; and Midou leans over, meshes their lips, leaving the blonde sobbing into his lover's mouth. He buries his face into Ginji's neck, and sucks with abandon at his jugular; his partner left digging his nails into Midou's back.
The dance continues, bed straining under the coupled weight and springs creaking with every thrust. But as ravaged tissue grows accustomed to the constant friction, Ginji finds the pleasure returning to his senses. Be it due to his partner's strokes roughly grazing that place inside him, or the mouth clamping hungrily on his throat; the world is soon reduced to only two sensations: warmth and want. And Ginji finally opens his eyes, senses hazy with sex, sight rather unfocused from his excitement. Still the figure at the bed's far edge is unmistakable, and the blonde's pounding heart falters at the familiar vision in black.
It is the doctor, peering through his hat, watching the scene with wanton eyes. The image registers fear in Ginji's mind, but as he attempts to cry out, orgasm hits; and Midou simultaneously explodes into his partner.
Coming down from the sensual high, the sparks slowly clear from behind his eyes. But as his vision focuses and his senses revive, the blonde is stricken with what his perception tells him. Leaning over him is the doctor, hands planted on either side of his head, eyes still wanton and no longer in black. Hat and coat have vanished, leaving only the grisly scars wrapping the pale skin in tattered art. And as frantic eyes search for his partner, Ginji is dreading a thought: that it had merely been an illusion, that it had been Akabane all along.
The thought dissipates when the blonde's eyes land on a reclining Ban; languidly stretched out on the bed to Ginji's right. The brunette is lying down on his left side, propped up by an elbow, right hand lingering near his mouth. And that mouth transfixes Ginji, as does the skilled tongue slipping out of it, licking away at the remains of their joining lathered on Midou's fingers. But amidst the enthrallment, and despite the relief, confusion seeps into his senses at his partner's apathy to Akabane's presence. He questions, "Ban-chan?" and is only acknowledged with a smirk, as he feels the doctor shift above him. And chaos soon racks Ginji's mind, as he is taken by his feared monster in front of Midou's watchful eyes.
When Ginji comes a second time, it is into his own hand. Disloyal partners and scarred doctors have disappeared, leaving behind his own ragged breathing, and the precursors of guilt slowly fogging his mind. The headrest feels hot and sticky against his nape; and his shirt, long dampened with sweat, is clinging uncomfortably to his chest and back. He lies against the passenger seat a while longer, collecting himself; before rummaging for a few sheets of kleenex in the dashboard and hurriedly wiping himself clean.
It is a few minutes later that the driver's side door opens, and Midou Ban comes sliding in. The brunette is muttering about obnoxious store clerks, whilst tapping out a stick from his newly-bought pack of cigs. A few hours ago, the beetle had broken down and a while later, much to the man's frustration, he found that he had run out of his nicotine source as well. It was a drug he craved for enough to make him walk the three blocks to the nearest convenience store and back. Now twenty minutes later and a few bucks poorer, he proceeds to light his coveted stick up, take a drag, and roll the car window down to let the fumes out.
His partner is thankful for the act; it was one of the things Ban did for him without needing to be asked. But at the back of Ginji's mind, unbidden, comes a bitter thought; that the person who knows him the most, might as well not know him at all. For Ginji couldn't even recognize himself lately. The shameful thoughts, the stolen moments with himself; it was an abyss he felt he had fallen into. And the one person who could pull him back up, who could bring him back from the depths, was the one person he couldn't cry to for help. It was a consuming feeling, loving his best friend. Hating him fiercely for it.
But for a moment, the emotions are silenced with a question, "You wait long?"
And Ginji knew it was the closest thing to an apology Midou Ban would ever give.
"Not long, Ban-chan," he replies with a smile. It is an automatic thing to him by now.
"Good," comes the response.
But for some reason, the air weighs heavier than before; the silence billowing like smoke around the couple. And just as the blonde thinks that it is about to suffocate him...
"Ginji." A crack in the atmosphere; a inviting hand held out to him.
And he takes it, "Hai, Ban-chan?" As they both know he always would.
Only this time, the grasp is different. And Midou leans over to Ginji's space, resting his right arm against the headrest, lips coming dangerously close to his partner's ear.
They brush lightly against skin as he whispers...
"Hey...did you have a nice dream?"
A/N: This particular piece is a lot of firsts for me, although it's not my first fanfic per se. It *is* my first fanwork for the GetBackers fandom though. Also, my first fanfic in two years, my first fic written in third person POV and my first ever dark fic and lemon. ^^;; As such, comments and constructive criticism are very much welcome. ^^ Flames will be ignored however, so don't even bother.
And yes, I know it's such a crime to write something dark about Ban and Ginji because they are just so adorable. >.< But you'll forgive me, ne? ;)
Recurrence
He never knows how and when it starts. But somehow, he suddenly finds himself pressed against a soft, uneven mattress; with chapped yet welcome lips, roughly crushing his own. Those crushing lips belong to his partner, Midou Ban; yet unlike the young man's normally cool and calm exterior, those lips are feral, feverish, almost desperate. And Ginji welcomes this desperation, just as he welcomes the moist tongue that is now battling against his own; mingling their fluids with every stroke and kindling desire with each skilled caress.
In an instant, the gentle touch turns into a sudden sting; as his partner's teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, breaking the thin layer of skin and drawing a line of blood. But even before a drop is shed, Midou Ban is already lapping at the wound, sucking on his lover's swollen lip and planting soft, feather-like kisses along his jaw. Those kisses soon find their way to Ginji's neck, and on to his collarbone, as they gradually regain their earlier fierceness. They eventually move on to the blonde man's chest, but not before the brunette has left a conspicuous mark on Ginji's throat.
Midou now hovers over his partner's sternum, sliding his palm over the other's heart and licking away the beads of sweat that have started to form on Ginji's skin. His callused fingers wander over stiffened nubs, and Ginji responds with a gasp the instant he replaces them with his mouth. There he lingers for a moment, but even this soon fails to hold his interest; and Midou finds himself leaving a wet trail, of teeth and lips, coating his partner's stomach. He dips his tongue, suddenly languorous, into Ginji's navel and the blonde grasps at his shoulder, as he proceeds to trace its rim with agonizing flair. The languid charade is broken however, as trousers are wrenched off and shirt buttons go flying, leaving one man naked and the other shirtless.
Ginji looks away, abashed at having his limbs spread open and his inner thighs exposed. He bites his lip, pulse quickening; as rough hands are dragged over his legs, before coming to rest at the juncture between thigh and hip. Those hands are followed by deliberate lips, tracing a path below his pelvis; each kiss punctuated with Midou's warm breath against his skin. All the while Ginji stares at the ceiling, vision clouded with want; unable to watch as his best friend claims him. Ironically still, he is powerless to refuse, the moment his partner beckons, "Ginji".
And like a puppet to the tug of a string, Ginji tears his eyes away from wooden beams; to dare and meet the icy blue of his lover's. He is dreading that connecting instant; anxious of what is bound to follow. And sure enough, as azure eyes lock on brown ones, Midou thrusts fiercely into the other man.
It is a voiceless cry that Ginji makes; eyes shutting tight from the hurt, strained body arching and fingers clawing at the bed. He is dry when Midou enters him; and with each stroke his partner makes, are aptly mixed: drunken pleasure and searing pain. But the pain soon overcomes the pleasure, as he feels his tissues tear; and Midou leans over, meshes their lips, leaving the blonde sobbing into his lover's mouth. He buries his face into Ginji's neck, and sucks with abandon at his jugular; his partner left digging his nails into Midou's back.
The dance continues, bed straining under the coupled weight and springs creaking with every thrust. But as ravaged tissue grows accustomed to the constant friction, Ginji finds the pleasure returning to his senses. Be it due to his partner's strokes roughly grazing that place inside him, or the mouth clamping hungrily on his throat; the world is soon reduced to only two sensations: warmth and want. And Ginji finally opens his eyes, senses hazy with sex, sight rather unfocused from his excitement. Still the figure at the bed's far edge is unmistakable, and the blonde's pounding heart falters at the familiar vision in black.
It is the doctor, peering through his hat, watching the scene with wanton eyes. The image registers fear in Ginji's mind, but as he attempts to cry out, orgasm hits; and Midou simultaneously explodes into his partner.
Coming down from the sensual high, the sparks slowly clear from behind his eyes. But as his vision focuses and his senses revive, the blonde is stricken with what his perception tells him. Leaning over him is the doctor, hands planted on either side of his head, eyes still wanton and no longer in black. Hat and coat have vanished, leaving only the grisly scars wrapping the pale skin in tattered art. And as frantic eyes search for his partner, Ginji is dreading a thought: that it had merely been an illusion, that it had been Akabane all along.
The thought dissipates when the blonde's eyes land on a reclining Ban; languidly stretched out on the bed to Ginji's right. The brunette is lying down on his left side, propped up by an elbow, right hand lingering near his mouth. And that mouth transfixes Ginji, as does the skilled tongue slipping out of it, licking away at the remains of their joining lathered on Midou's fingers. But amidst the enthrallment, and despite the relief, confusion seeps into his senses at his partner's apathy to Akabane's presence. He questions, "Ban-chan?" and is only acknowledged with a smirk, as he feels the doctor shift above him. And chaos soon racks Ginji's mind, as he is taken by his feared monster in front of Midou's watchful eyes.
When Ginji comes a second time, it is into his own hand. Disloyal partners and scarred doctors have disappeared, leaving behind his own ragged breathing, and the precursors of guilt slowly fogging his mind. The headrest feels hot and sticky against his nape; and his shirt, long dampened with sweat, is clinging uncomfortably to his chest and back. He lies against the passenger seat a while longer, collecting himself; before rummaging for a few sheets of kleenex in the dashboard and hurriedly wiping himself clean.
It is a few minutes later that the driver's side door opens, and Midou Ban comes sliding in. The brunette is muttering about obnoxious store clerks, whilst tapping out a stick from his newly-bought pack of cigs. A few hours ago, the beetle had broken down and a while later, much to the man's frustration, he found that he had run out of his nicotine source as well. It was a drug he craved for enough to make him walk the three blocks to the nearest convenience store and back. Now twenty minutes later and a few bucks poorer, he proceeds to light his coveted stick up, take a drag, and roll the car window down to let the fumes out.
His partner is thankful for the act; it was one of the things Ban did for him without needing to be asked. But at the back of Ginji's mind, unbidden, comes a bitter thought; that the person who knows him the most, might as well not know him at all. For Ginji couldn't even recognize himself lately. The shameful thoughts, the stolen moments with himself; it was an abyss he felt he had fallen into. And the one person who could pull him back up, who could bring him back from the depths, was the one person he couldn't cry to for help. It was a consuming feeling, loving his best friend. Hating him fiercely for it.
But for a moment, the emotions are silenced with a question, "You wait long?"
And Ginji knew it was the closest thing to an apology Midou Ban would ever give.
"Not long, Ban-chan," he replies with a smile. It is an automatic thing to him by now.
"Good," comes the response.
But for some reason, the air weighs heavier than before; the silence billowing like smoke around the couple. And just as the blonde thinks that it is about to suffocate him...
"Ginji." A crack in the atmosphere; a inviting hand held out to him.
And he takes it, "Hai, Ban-chan?" As they both know he always would.
Only this time, the grasp is different. And Midou leans over to Ginji's space, resting his right arm against the headrest, lips coming dangerously close to his partner's ear.
They brush lightly against skin as he whispers...
"Hey...did you have a nice dream?"
-owari-