- Ficlet -
Player: kuja_rang
Subject: Ban Midou [+ Ginji and Rider]
Table: B
Prompt: 08: Compromise
Notes: Finally wrapping up a particular thread in an RL that was done over a year ago. Link might be NSFW.
He'd allowed them to fight it out - which consisted mainly of Rider throwing Ginji about while the blond tried to keep from striking her - when Ban decided to walk into the middle of the battle, taking hold of Rider's chain. A glance between the two revealed the tension already felt in the room, and Ban sighed. “Got an idea that the both of you might like - for different reasons - if you'll hear me out for a moment.”
On his left, Rider merely raised an eyebrow, jaw still set. On his right, Ginji still wore a sheepishly terrified look. She was the one who spoke first. “What is it.”
“A drinking contest.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don't you think this is more serious than a mere contest?” she muttered, jerking the chain back. In response, Ban tightened his grip, holding it still, glaring over at Ginji when he made a soft gagging noise.
“It is. But think about it - you'll both get what you want - without any need for bloodshed,” he replied casually.
“C'mon, Miss Rider! Let's give Ban-chan's idea a shot, please?” Ginji pleaded, still wrapped in the chain. “If it doesn't work, then...then I'll fight you.” He shook his head after the last few words. “Trust me, I really want to forget this all happened.”
Ban only shook his head with a chuckle before looking back at Rider. “So? You in?”
After several seconds of silence, Rider dropped her arm; the spike and chains vanished, and she walked past both men, seating herself on the ground before the coffee table. Nodding, Ban glanced back over at Ginji, reaching over to grab his partner by the back of his vest. “You know you owe me for this,” he mumbled. Ginji nodded, still obviously freaked out.
“O-of course, Ban-chan! Don't worry, this won't happen again, I promise,” he sputtered, darting into the living room. At first, he went to sit down beside Rider, but upon noticing the murderous sheen still in her eyes, Ginji sat at a far end of the table instead, barely able to keep from shrinking down to his tare form.
Rather than pause at the table, Ban continued into the kitchen, taking down two bottles of alcohol - one brandy, one vodka - and two glasses. Stepping around the cat, he walked out into the main room, setting a glass down in front of Rider, then Ginji, and filled both with the same amount of brandy.
“Rules are simple. Drink until someone passes out - the one who stays conscious is the winner,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. “Once the brandy's gone, we move to vodka. If you're both still here, I'll grab another bottle, and we'll continue on. Sound good?”
Rider nodded in silence. Ginji picked up his glass, sniffing at the brandy. “Ban-chan...are you sure about this?” he asked. “It only took that one bottle before...”
“That was Maria's wine, and forever ago. This is brandy,” was the short response. “Pick up your glasses, and on the count of three, start drinking.” Rather than count aloud, he held up a hand. Once three fingers were lifted, both Rider and Ginji took immediate swigs of their drinks, with obviously different reactions - she merely continued to drink, while Ginji slammed down his glass, coughing at the taste. A glance up at Ban revealed his best friend merely shaking his head, and Ginji picked up the glass again, taking a slower sip.
The brandy and vodka were both polished off, as well as a bottle of scotch, and they were now onto another bottle of vodka. By this time there were three glasses; Ban had decided to join in as well, but he'd been mixing his own drinks since the first vodka bottle had been opened.
Sitting across from him, Rider was calmly drinking the last of her vodka, reaching over to refill her glass. On his right side however, Ginji's head rested on the table, a hand still on his glass. The blond hadn't moved for the last minute or so, save for the occasional moan, and Ban chuckled softly, polishing off the last of the screwdriver he'd made himself. It had to be his fourth or fifth one, since he'd been pacing himself.
When Rider finished the vodka, Ban leaned over to Ginji, gently shaking his friend's shoulder. “Hey Ginj...how're you holding up there?” At first, there was no response; a few seconds later, there was a snore, and then Ginji toppled over onto the floor, cheeks flushed from drink as he slept. Laughing under his breath, Ban sat back, setting his glass down. “Heh...just as I thought.”
Across from him, Rider tilted her head slightly, her own face slightly pink. Nonetheless, she reached over to Ginji's unfinished drink, pouring the liquid into her own glass. “What does that mean?”
“That you won this little game.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “So that is all this was to you. Just a game...,” she began; Ban shook his head, leaning over the table to close his lips over her own.
The kiss was short, broken before he could deepen it; he licked teasingly at her lips. “But you got what you wanted, too,” he murmured. “He's not going to remember a damn thing. In fact...,” trailing off, Ban licked at Rider's lips again, giving her another fleeting kiss, “he'll be lucky if he remembers even coming here.” Drawing away, Ban rested his forehead against her own, a faint smirk on his lips.
Her own eyes lowered for a moment, suddenly aware of her own flushed skin as she set her glass down. “But he's right there...”
“Then we'll head back into the bedroom.” Rider's eyes widened upon hearing Ban's voice in her ears; before she could say anything, he'd already picked her up in his arms, chuckling at her surprised expression. “Shall we...?”
“Hm...” A smirk crossed her lips as well, just before capturing him in a lusting kiss. It was broken just long enough for Ban to carry her into their room. The door was kicked shut and hastily locked.
Orion walked out into the living room, sniffing curiously at Ginji before curling up beside him, ignoring the sounds his parents were making in their room.
Subject: Ban Midou [+ Ginji and Rider]
Table: B
Prompt: 08: Compromise
Notes: Finally wrapping up a particular thread in an RL that was done over a year ago. Link might be NSFW.
He'd allowed them to fight it out - which consisted mainly of Rider throwing Ginji about while the blond tried to keep from striking her - when Ban decided to walk into the middle of the battle, taking hold of Rider's chain. A glance between the two revealed the tension already felt in the room, and Ban sighed. “Got an idea that the both of you might like - for different reasons - if you'll hear me out for a moment.”
On his left, Rider merely raised an eyebrow, jaw still set. On his right, Ginji still wore a sheepishly terrified look. She was the one who spoke first. “What is it.”
“A drinking contest.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don't you think this is more serious than a mere contest?” she muttered, jerking the chain back. In response, Ban tightened his grip, holding it still, glaring over at Ginji when he made a soft gagging noise.
“It is. But think about it - you'll both get what you want - without any need for bloodshed,” he replied casually.
“C'mon, Miss Rider! Let's give Ban-chan's idea a shot, please?” Ginji pleaded, still wrapped in the chain. “If it doesn't work, then...then I'll fight you.” He shook his head after the last few words. “Trust me, I really want to forget this all happened.”
Ban only shook his head with a chuckle before looking back at Rider. “So? You in?”
After several seconds of silence, Rider dropped her arm; the spike and chains vanished, and she walked past both men, seating herself on the ground before the coffee table. Nodding, Ban glanced back over at Ginji, reaching over to grab his partner by the back of his vest. “You know you owe me for this,” he mumbled. Ginji nodded, still obviously freaked out.
“O-of course, Ban-chan! Don't worry, this won't happen again, I promise,” he sputtered, darting into the living room. At first, he went to sit down beside Rider, but upon noticing the murderous sheen still in her eyes, Ginji sat at a far end of the table instead, barely able to keep from shrinking down to his tare form.
Rather than pause at the table, Ban continued into the kitchen, taking down two bottles of alcohol - one brandy, one vodka - and two glasses. Stepping around the cat, he walked out into the main room, setting a glass down in front of Rider, then Ginji, and filled both with the same amount of brandy.
“Rules are simple. Drink until someone passes out - the one who stays conscious is the winner,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. “Once the brandy's gone, we move to vodka. If you're both still here, I'll grab another bottle, and we'll continue on. Sound good?”
Rider nodded in silence. Ginji picked up his glass, sniffing at the brandy. “Ban-chan...are you sure about this?” he asked. “It only took that one bottle before...”
“That was Maria's wine, and forever ago. This is brandy,” was the short response. “Pick up your glasses, and on the count of three, start drinking.” Rather than count aloud, he held up a hand. Once three fingers were lifted, both Rider and Ginji took immediate swigs of their drinks, with obviously different reactions - she merely continued to drink, while Ginji slammed down his glass, coughing at the taste. A glance up at Ban revealed his best friend merely shaking his head, and Ginji picked up the glass again, taking a slower sip.
The brandy and vodka were both polished off, as well as a bottle of scotch, and they were now onto another bottle of vodka. By this time there were three glasses; Ban had decided to join in as well, but he'd been mixing his own drinks since the first vodka bottle had been opened.
Sitting across from him, Rider was calmly drinking the last of her vodka, reaching over to refill her glass. On his right side however, Ginji's head rested on the table, a hand still on his glass. The blond hadn't moved for the last minute or so, save for the occasional moan, and Ban chuckled softly, polishing off the last of the screwdriver he'd made himself. It had to be his fourth or fifth one, since he'd been pacing himself.
When Rider finished the vodka, Ban leaned over to Ginji, gently shaking his friend's shoulder. “Hey Ginj...how're you holding up there?” At first, there was no response; a few seconds later, there was a snore, and then Ginji toppled over onto the floor, cheeks flushed from drink as he slept. Laughing under his breath, Ban sat back, setting his glass down. “Heh...just as I thought.”
Across from him, Rider tilted her head slightly, her own face slightly pink. Nonetheless, she reached over to Ginji's unfinished drink, pouring the liquid into her own glass. “What does that mean?”
“That you won this little game.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “So that is all this was to you. Just a game...,” she began; Ban shook his head, leaning over the table to close his lips over her own.
The kiss was short, broken before he could deepen it; he licked teasingly at her lips. “But you got what you wanted, too,” he murmured. “He's not going to remember a damn thing. In fact...,” trailing off, Ban licked at Rider's lips again, giving her another fleeting kiss, “he'll be lucky if he remembers even coming here.” Drawing away, Ban rested his forehead against her own, a faint smirk on his lips.
Her own eyes lowered for a moment, suddenly aware of her own flushed skin as she set her glass down. “But he's right there...”
“Then we'll head back into the bedroom.” Rider's eyes widened upon hearing Ban's voice in her ears; before she could say anything, he'd already picked her up in his arms, chuckling at her surprised expression. “Shall we...?”
“Hm...” A smirk crossed her lips as well, just before capturing him in a lusting kiss. It was broken just long enough for Ban to carry her into their room. The door was kicked shut and hastily locked.
Orion walked out into the living room, sniffing curiously at Ginji before curling up beside him, ignoring the sounds his parents were making in their room.