[Getbackers]:: Ban x Ginji What doesn't kill Us.
Title: What Doesn't Kill Us
Pairing: Midou Ban x Amano Ginji
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Implied sexual situation/616
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Getbackers.
Summary: Ban and Ginji tend to more than their wounds.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween mini challenge. Comments and feedback appreciated.
Ban moved silently through the dark apartment. He dropped a plastic bag of medical supplies on the rickety table in the kitchen. He could hear the shower going, and as he headed back to the bedroom he and Ginji shared, he stripped off his shirt. Their last case hadn’t gone all that well- though they had been paid. While retrieving the client’s flash drive hey had run into a few problems. Mainly the security of the rival corporation, but the amount that they had been paid was well worth a few bumps and scrapes.
"Ginji, I’m back." The bathroom door was partially open, Ban barely touching it before entering. Steam billowed out around him- the mirror and tiny window fogged up completely. “Hurry up. I want to get you patched up.” Ginji had taken some damage, and when he got into the car without a word, Ban knew something was up. He reached for the shower curtain pulling it aside.
"Ban-chan!" Ginji spluttered, hands moving not to cover himself, but to hide the extent of his injuries. It would have been comical under any other circumstance. Ban’s eyes narrowed, taking in the cuts on the other man’s body. The water in the tub was tinged pink- a cut on Ginji’s chest oozed blood steadily.
"Shut-up." Ban stooped to untie his boots, kicking them off. He stepped into the shower with Ginji, fingers closing over the blond’s wrists. "Let me see." Hot water soaked into his socks, and jeans but the only thing on his mind was Ginji’s injury. Ban pressed the washcloth to the cut, applying pressure. His jaw clenched at the pained sound from the other man.
"It’ll be okay. It’s really not all that bad." Ginji’s laugh was too wild, as though he was trying to reassure not only Ban but himself.
"I said shut up. Idiot." There wasn’t any bite to Ban’s words. He moved closer, the water sloshing around his ankles. He leaned in, licking the blood that trickled down Ginji’s chest. Ban did it again, the metallic taste coating his tongue and throat. He felt Ginji shake, the sharp gasp echoing through the cramped space.
"Ban-chan?" Ginji squirmed against him.
"Hold this." Ban lifted his head, bringing one of Ginji’s hands up to the washcloth, "And press hard." The wound wasn’t as bad as he first thought, it would need stitches, but thankfully it was a clean cut, and would heal properly.
Ban shut off the shower, wrapping Ginji in towels, helping him get to the table to be stitched up. He tried his best to keep Ginji talking, keep him distracted from the pain. Once Ginji was stitched up, Ban put him to bed. Making sure that Ginji was comfortable and warm, Ban pressed a kiss to his forehead.
It was familiar and safe- Ban wanting nothing more than to curl up next to Ginji and protect what was his. He got up from the bed, ignoring the squeak of the bed-springs. Ginji’s hand darted out from under the covers, closing around Ban’s wrist. "Ban-chan don’t go."
"Ginji I’m just going to take a shower. Go to sleep.”"
Ginji tugged sharply, Ban sprawling backwards into the bed. "Stay. We can shower in the morning." Ban sighed, wiggling out of his jeans and tossing them to the floor. The blankets were pulled up around both of them. Ginji shifted closer, one leg sliding between Ban’s.
"Now will you go to sleep?" Ban muttered, rubbing at Ginji’s back.
"Eventually." Ginji’s hands moved over Ban’s body, touching lightly. It wasn’t until the touch moved down, Ginji’s fingers brushing under the waistband of Ban’s boxers. "As soon as I finish making you feel good."
Pairing: Midou Ban x Amano Ginji
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Implied sexual situation/616
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Getbackers.
Summary: Ban and Ginji tend to more than their wounds.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween mini challenge. Comments and feedback appreciated.
Ban moved silently through the dark apartment. He dropped a plastic bag of medical supplies on the rickety table in the kitchen. He could hear the shower going, and as he headed back to the bedroom he and Ginji shared, he stripped off his shirt. Their last case hadn’t gone all that well- though they had been paid. While retrieving the client’s flash drive hey had run into a few problems. Mainly the security of the rival corporation, but the amount that they had been paid was well worth a few bumps and scrapes.
"Ginji, I’m back." The bathroom door was partially open, Ban barely touching it before entering. Steam billowed out around him- the mirror and tiny window fogged up completely. “Hurry up. I want to get you patched up.” Ginji had taken some damage, and when he got into the car without a word, Ban knew something was up. He reached for the shower curtain pulling it aside.
"Ban-chan!" Ginji spluttered, hands moving not to cover himself, but to hide the extent of his injuries. It would have been comical under any other circumstance. Ban’s eyes narrowed, taking in the cuts on the other man’s body. The water in the tub was tinged pink- a cut on Ginji’s chest oozed blood steadily.
"Shut-up." Ban stooped to untie his boots, kicking them off. He stepped into the shower with Ginji, fingers closing over the blond’s wrists. "Let me see." Hot water soaked into his socks, and jeans but the only thing on his mind was Ginji’s injury. Ban pressed the washcloth to the cut, applying pressure. His jaw clenched at the pained sound from the other man.
"It’ll be okay. It’s really not all that bad." Ginji’s laugh was too wild, as though he was trying to reassure not only Ban but himself.
"I said shut up. Idiot." There wasn’t any bite to Ban’s words. He moved closer, the water sloshing around his ankles. He leaned in, licking the blood that trickled down Ginji’s chest. Ban did it again, the metallic taste coating his tongue and throat. He felt Ginji shake, the sharp gasp echoing through the cramped space.
"Ban-chan?" Ginji squirmed against him.
"Hold this." Ban lifted his head, bringing one of Ginji’s hands up to the washcloth, "And press hard." The wound wasn’t as bad as he first thought, it would need stitches, but thankfully it was a clean cut, and would heal properly.
Ban shut off the shower, wrapping Ginji in towels, helping him get to the table to be stitched up. He tried his best to keep Ginji talking, keep him distracted from the pain. Once Ginji was stitched up, Ban put him to bed. Making sure that Ginji was comfortable and warm, Ban pressed a kiss to his forehead.
It was familiar and safe- Ban wanting nothing more than to curl up next to Ginji and protect what was his. He got up from the bed, ignoring the squeak of the bed-springs. Ginji’s hand darted out from under the covers, closing around Ban’s wrist. "Ban-chan don’t go."
"Ginji I’m just going to take a shower. Go to sleep.”"
Ginji tugged sharply, Ban sprawling backwards into the bed. "Stay. We can shower in the morning." Ban sighed, wiggling out of his jeans and tossing them to the floor. The blankets were pulled up around both of them. Ginji shifted closer, one leg sliding between Ban’s.
"Now will you go to sleep?" Ban muttered, rubbing at Ginji’s back.
"Eventually." Ginji’s hands moved over Ban’s body, touching lightly. It wasn’t until the touch moved down, Ginji’s fingers brushing under the waistband of Ban’s boxers. "As soon as I finish making you feel good."