A yaoi fan-ficlet?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am breaking my inordinately long LJ silence not to post a worthwhile update of all that has happened in the past half a year, but instead to post a short bit of yaoi fan fiction. You heard me right. Yaoi Fan Fiction. Blame it on my wife (elfen). I always tease her about seeing yaoi pairings in every anime we watch. Some time ago, though, while the two of us were watching GetBackers, I started making jokes that even I couldn't help contemplate the Ban/Ginji pairing. So a challenge was issued... could I write a Ban/Ginji ficlet?
The answer, apparently, is yes. Yes I can. And here it is. Likely a one time thing, so don't expect more in the future (I'll let you decide whether to be relieved or disappointed about that).
Warning: Not work safe (although it is far more humorous than smutty).
GetBackers: Ban x Ginji
Rated: R?
After a quick glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror and a brief readjustment of her prodigious cleavage - her best bargaining tool with most of her male clientele - Hevn exited her sports car, casually tossing the keys to a waiting valet before heading into the ornate lobby of the Palazzo Celestiale Hotel. The staccato report of her high heels on the marble floor quickly drew the attention of the concierge, but she merely smiled at the man as she bypassed the check-in counter and left the lobby behind, crossing the threshold into the hotel’s famed Italian restaurant.
The impeccably-dressed maître d’ politely inclined his head towards her as she approached. “Hevn-sama, it is a pleasure to see you again.” Glancing down briefly at his reservation book, he frowned apologetically. “I am afraid your usual dining chamber is unavailable this evening due to an unfortunate… accident, but I could instead relocate you to the Da Vinci room. At no extra charge, of course. Would that be acceptable?”
“That would be marvelous, Guillermo,” she purred. “You always take such good care of me.”
“But of course, my lady. The Palazzo prides itself on treating all of its guests like royalty. Shall I have someone show you to…”
Hevn interrupted him with a shake of her head. “No need to trouble yourself; I know the way. And don’t worry about having a waiter come to take my order. I don’t expect my guests to arrive for another half hour at least. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you’d send up a glass of chardonnay.”
With another respectful nod, the maître d’ simply replied, “As you wish, Hevn-sama.”
* * * * *
Minutes later, Hevn was reclining in a soft leather dining chair, eyes closed to block out the sight of all those portraits staring at her. Her client would undoubtedly be impressed by the flawless reproductions of Renaissance masterpieces hanging on the mahogany-paneled walls of the Da Vinci room, but she found all of those lifeless eyes more than a bit disturbing. Digging her heels into the plush carpet, she scooted the heavy chair closer to the wall, positioning herself directly beneath one of the air vents. Now bathed by a gentle zephyr of cool air, she leaned back, steadied her breathing and forced herself to relax; a tense negotiator was a poor negotiator, after all. Now was the time to mentally review her client’s dossier, not panic beneath the gaze of half a dozen dead Italians.
“Wealthy Japanese businessman, stolen flash drive, blackmail demands, rumors of pedophilia…” Her voice was barely a whisper as she ran down the short list of what she already knew. “Should be a simple retrieval, but who to contract for the job?”
“Ban…”
“No, no,” she muttered to herself, barely noticing as the conditioned air stopping blowing from the vent. “Midou Ban might be willing to take the assignment if the pay is right, but Ginji’s morals would get in the way if he found out what was on that drive.” She had a soft spot for the spiky-haired electric eel, but she was also a realist.
“Ban?”
Hevn’s eyes quickly opened in surprise. The room was still empty - aside from herself and those eerie paintings - but someone else’s voice had clearly, if quietly, repeated that name. A familiar voice…
“Ban-chan? Scoot a little closer.”
There was no mistaking that voice this time. It was Ginji’s, but where was it coming from?
“Your arm is more than long enough,” a deeper voice replied. “Just reach around me.”
Looking up, Hevn realized that the faint echo of conversation was originating from the air vent overhead.
“You enjoy making things hard for me, don’t you? I thought today was supposed to be my special day.” Ginji’s voice was now sounding rather petulant.
What on earth were Midou Ban and Amano Ginji doing in the Palazzo? Kicking off her shoes, Hevn rose to her feet, standing on the chair to bring herself closer to that vent.
“You’re the one who put too much soap in the water,” Ban huskily retorted, the words followed by a faint splash of water. “And be careful with that glass, you idiot. D’you even know how much crystal like that costs?”
Shamelessly eavesdropping, Hevn climbed higher, her bare feet now perched precariously on the arms of the chair. Ban and Ginji. Soapy water. Crystal glasses. Could she be overhearing the two men in one of the hotel’s spa-like bathing rooms? Impossible.
“I’m done with the glass anyway. Will you set it down over there for me?” A brief pause was followed by Ginji’s yelp. “Ban-chan, be careful! You’ve got pointy elbows!”
“If you’re so worried about my elbows, then we can always switch positions.”
At that comment, Hevn lost her footing, almost tipping the chair over. Hastily, she scrambled back onto her perch, a flush coloring her cheeks as her mind conjured an image of the two men, nude bodies wetly glistening, engaging in an activity that went well beyond mere friendship. It would explain why neither man had a girlfriend she mused, while anxiously straining to hear more of the private conversation.
“…where you put that,” Ban was saying. “I find it hard to believe you’ve never done this before, Ginji, but you have to take your time. Rushing will only cause accidents.”
Hevn almost fell again, the mental picture further reinforced by those words: the always impetuous Ginji kneeling in the tub behind Ban, one slender arm reaching around to grasp the other man’s cock, cautioned by his older, more experienced companion to take it slowly.
“Much better,” she heard Ban praise a moment later. “You’ll be a pro at this in no time. I’m impressed that you can be so gentle when you put your mind to it.”
While she’d never before imagined the two of them in a situation like this, Hevn had always assumed Ban would be the dominant one in a relationship. The thought of the too-serious, always-in-control Midou being a bottom, of Ginji tenderly fucking his partner, of both men climaxing together…
The usually observant negotiator was so distracted by these thoughts that she didn’t even hear the knock on the dining room’s door. Only when it actually swung open did she realize her client had arrived early. Hastily, she dropped down into her seat, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt. As the businessman entered the room, she gracefully rose to her feet, kicking her discarded shoes out of sight.
“Ah, Mashimoto-san, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Shall I order a bottle of wine, or would you prefer sake?” Casting one last glance toward the vent, she stifled a frustrated sigh before forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand.
* * * * *
Overall, the meeting was a success. The businessman had agreed to the terms of the contract and hadn’t even haggled much over the price, although Mr. Mashimoto did complain that Hevn seemed a bit distracted during the negotiation. Fortunately, he was soon too distracted by her heaving bosom to be overly concerned by her lapse. Now she was standing on the curb, waiting for the valet to bring her car around. Soon she would be home, in a bath of her own, where she knew her thoughts would wander back to Ban and Ginji while her hand wandered elsewhere.
“Hevn-san!” Ginji’s cheerful voice called out to her. Both men were exiting the lobby just as the valet drove up. “Look, Ban, it’s Hevn-san!”
Hoping her guilty blush wouldn’t be noticeable beneath the outdoor lighting, she turned toward the pair with a too-wide smile. “Ginji! Ban! Fancy meeting you two in a place like this!”
“Ban-chan took me out for my birthday,” Ginji excitedly exclaimed as the two approached. “Have you ever had tiramisu, Hevn-san? I had four pieces!”
A dour-looking Ban clamped a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Four pieces at 3000 yen each, plus dinner, plus drinks.” Hevn could tell by the suddenly pained expression on Ginji’s face that Ban was squeezing his shoulder painfully. “The bottomless eel here ate so much that I couldn’t cover the bill.”
Ginji wriggled out from Ban’s grasp, unabashedly grinning again. “Yeah, but doing the dishes was kinda fun, Ban. Once you showed me how.”
The two had been doing dishes in the restaurant’s kitchen, not sharing an intimate bath in one of the rooms. Quickly masking her disappointment at the revelation, she patted Ginji’s cheek. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time, even if it didn’t turn out how you expected. Happy birthday, by the way. Now if you two will excuse me, off I go!” Not even remembering to tip the valet, Hevn climbed into her car and quickly drove off before either man could reply.
* * * * *
“Why do you think she was in such a hurry, Ban?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Ban replied. “C’mon, let’s get going. After three hours in that kitchen, I’ve worked up an appetite again, and this time you’re the one supplying desert.” Reaching down, he gave Ginji’s ass a tight squeeze.
The spiky-haired blond replied with a grin. “Sounds good to me, but no chocolate syrup this time, alright? Took me two showers to get all clean.”
“In that case, let’s pick up some whipped cream on the way home.”
The answer, apparently, is yes. Yes I can. And here it is. Likely a one time thing, so don't expect more in the future (I'll let you decide whether to be relieved or disappointed about that).
Warning: Not work safe (although it is far more humorous than smutty).
GetBackers: Ban x Ginji
Rated: R?
After a quick glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror and a brief readjustment of her prodigious cleavage - her best bargaining tool with most of her male clientele - Hevn exited her sports car, casually tossing the keys to a waiting valet before heading into the ornate lobby of the Palazzo Celestiale Hotel. The staccato report of her high heels on the marble floor quickly drew the attention of the concierge, but she merely smiled at the man as she bypassed the check-in counter and left the lobby behind, crossing the threshold into the hotel’s famed Italian restaurant.
The impeccably-dressed maître d’ politely inclined his head towards her as she approached. “Hevn-sama, it is a pleasure to see you again.” Glancing down briefly at his reservation book, he frowned apologetically. “I am afraid your usual dining chamber is unavailable this evening due to an unfortunate… accident, but I could instead relocate you to the Da Vinci room. At no extra charge, of course. Would that be acceptable?”
“That would be marvelous, Guillermo,” she purred. “You always take such good care of me.”
“But of course, my lady. The Palazzo prides itself on treating all of its guests like royalty. Shall I have someone show you to…”
Hevn interrupted him with a shake of her head. “No need to trouble yourself; I know the way. And don’t worry about having a waiter come to take my order. I don’t expect my guests to arrive for another half hour at least. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you’d send up a glass of chardonnay.”
With another respectful nod, the maître d’ simply replied, “As you wish, Hevn-sama.”
* * * * *
Minutes later, Hevn was reclining in a soft leather dining chair, eyes closed to block out the sight of all those portraits staring at her. Her client would undoubtedly be impressed by the flawless reproductions of Renaissance masterpieces hanging on the mahogany-paneled walls of the Da Vinci room, but she found all of those lifeless eyes more than a bit disturbing. Digging her heels into the plush carpet, she scooted the heavy chair closer to the wall, positioning herself directly beneath one of the air vents. Now bathed by a gentle zephyr of cool air, she leaned back, steadied her breathing and forced herself to relax; a tense negotiator was a poor negotiator, after all. Now was the time to mentally review her client’s dossier, not panic beneath the gaze of half a dozen dead Italians.
“Wealthy Japanese businessman, stolen flash drive, blackmail demands, rumors of pedophilia…” Her voice was barely a whisper as she ran down the short list of what she already knew. “Should be a simple retrieval, but who to contract for the job?”
“Ban…”
“No, no,” she muttered to herself, barely noticing as the conditioned air stopping blowing from the vent. “Midou Ban might be willing to take the assignment if the pay is right, but Ginji’s morals would get in the way if he found out what was on that drive.” She had a soft spot for the spiky-haired electric eel, but she was also a realist.
“Ban?”
Hevn’s eyes quickly opened in surprise. The room was still empty - aside from herself and those eerie paintings - but someone else’s voice had clearly, if quietly, repeated that name. A familiar voice…
“Ban-chan? Scoot a little closer.”
There was no mistaking that voice this time. It was Ginji’s, but where was it coming from?
“Your arm is more than long enough,” a deeper voice replied. “Just reach around me.”
Looking up, Hevn realized that the faint echo of conversation was originating from the air vent overhead.
“You enjoy making things hard for me, don’t you? I thought today was supposed to be my special day.” Ginji’s voice was now sounding rather petulant.
What on earth were Midou Ban and Amano Ginji doing in the Palazzo? Kicking off her shoes, Hevn rose to her feet, standing on the chair to bring herself closer to that vent.
“You’re the one who put too much soap in the water,” Ban huskily retorted, the words followed by a faint splash of water. “And be careful with that glass, you idiot. D’you even know how much crystal like that costs?”
Shamelessly eavesdropping, Hevn climbed higher, her bare feet now perched precariously on the arms of the chair. Ban and Ginji. Soapy water. Crystal glasses. Could she be overhearing the two men in one of the hotel’s spa-like bathing rooms? Impossible.
“I’m done with the glass anyway. Will you set it down over there for me?” A brief pause was followed by Ginji’s yelp. “Ban-chan, be careful! You’ve got pointy elbows!”
“If you’re so worried about my elbows, then we can always switch positions.”
At that comment, Hevn lost her footing, almost tipping the chair over. Hastily, she scrambled back onto her perch, a flush coloring her cheeks as her mind conjured an image of the two men, nude bodies wetly glistening, engaging in an activity that went well beyond mere friendship. It would explain why neither man had a girlfriend she mused, while anxiously straining to hear more of the private conversation.
“…where you put that,” Ban was saying. “I find it hard to believe you’ve never done this before, Ginji, but you have to take your time. Rushing will only cause accidents.”
Hevn almost fell again, the mental picture further reinforced by those words: the always impetuous Ginji kneeling in the tub behind Ban, one slender arm reaching around to grasp the other man’s cock, cautioned by his older, more experienced companion to take it slowly.
“Much better,” she heard Ban praise a moment later. “You’ll be a pro at this in no time. I’m impressed that you can be so gentle when you put your mind to it.”
While she’d never before imagined the two of them in a situation like this, Hevn had always assumed Ban would be the dominant one in a relationship. The thought of the too-serious, always-in-control Midou being a bottom, of Ginji tenderly fucking his partner, of both men climaxing together…
The usually observant negotiator was so distracted by these thoughts that she didn’t even hear the knock on the dining room’s door. Only when it actually swung open did she realize her client had arrived early. Hastily, she dropped down into her seat, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt. As the businessman entered the room, she gracefully rose to her feet, kicking her discarded shoes out of sight.
“Ah, Mashimoto-san, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Shall I order a bottle of wine, or would you prefer sake?” Casting one last glance toward the vent, she stifled a frustrated sigh before forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand.
* * * * *
Overall, the meeting was a success. The businessman had agreed to the terms of the contract and hadn’t even haggled much over the price, although Mr. Mashimoto did complain that Hevn seemed a bit distracted during the negotiation. Fortunately, he was soon too distracted by her heaving bosom to be overly concerned by her lapse. Now she was standing on the curb, waiting for the valet to bring her car around. Soon she would be home, in a bath of her own, where she knew her thoughts would wander back to Ban and Ginji while her hand wandered elsewhere.
“Hevn-san!” Ginji’s cheerful voice called out to her. Both men were exiting the lobby just as the valet drove up. “Look, Ban, it’s Hevn-san!”
Hoping her guilty blush wouldn’t be noticeable beneath the outdoor lighting, she turned toward the pair with a too-wide smile. “Ginji! Ban! Fancy meeting you two in a place like this!”
“Ban-chan took me out for my birthday,” Ginji excitedly exclaimed as the two approached. “Have you ever had tiramisu, Hevn-san? I had four pieces!”
A dour-looking Ban clamped a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Four pieces at 3000 yen each, plus dinner, plus drinks.” Hevn could tell by the suddenly pained expression on Ginji’s face that Ban was squeezing his shoulder painfully. “The bottomless eel here ate so much that I couldn’t cover the bill.”
Ginji wriggled out from Ban’s grasp, unabashedly grinning again. “Yeah, but doing the dishes was kinda fun, Ban. Once you showed me how.”
The two had been doing dishes in the restaurant’s kitchen, not sharing an intimate bath in one of the rooms. Quickly masking her disappointment at the revelation, she patted Ginji’s cheek. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time, even if it didn’t turn out how you expected. Happy birthday, by the way. Now if you two will excuse me, off I go!” Not even remembering to tip the valet, Hevn climbed into her car and quickly drove off before either man could reply.
* * * * *
“Why do you think she was in such a hurry, Ban?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Ban replied. “C’mon, let’s get going. After three hours in that kitchen, I’ve worked up an appetite again, and this time you’re the one supplying desert.” Reaching down, he gave Ginji’s ass a tight squeeze.
The spiky-haired blond replied with a grin. “Sounds good to me, but no chocolate syrup this time, alright? Took me two showers to get all clean.”
“In that case, let’s pick up some whipped cream on the way home.”