Then What I Ended Up Doing Was...
Title: Then What I Ended Up Doing Was...
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex
Author: Kat
Rating: E
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: Cyborg/Human sex, First times, Romance?
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1901
Summary: Togusa and Batou take their relationship a step further.
A/N: Ghost in the shell is set in a futuristic world where having an uplink implanted in the brain is as common as wearing a bluetooth is now. There are people who have cybernetic bodies as well as "naturals" who don't have any cybernetic enhancements. For more information check out this wikipedia article http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_of_Ghost_in_the_Shell Thank you so much to Kira and Jen for being sounding boards and dealing with my insanity while writing this and pinking. And Thanks Vexed for being an excellent cheerleader. While this stands by itself, this is the third part of "I Thought What I'd Do Was..."
A/N: This was a challenge fic for hentai_contest, Prompt 70 “Freebie,” with a open word limit. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the kiramaru7:
And I won third place, which got me this banner made by kiramaru7:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
The weeks since the parked car incident were mostly a blur to Togusa. All they had done was grope each other like horny teenagers, but it had been life changing. Not that they had gotten a chance for a repeat performance. Since then, their non-professional relationship had consisted solely of a few stolen glances and seemingly innocent touches on the job and the occasional note. They were not exactly love notes. They were balled up pieces of paper lobbed at him by Batou whenever he wasn’t looking, the contents of which ranged from random ponderings of the universe, theories of how Ishikawa’s hair stayed like that, and a juvenile pornographic doodle of the tachikomas. It was like being courted by a twelve year old. And frankly, Togusa was enjoying every minute of it.
Until he’d go home at night to his well-maintained home, his beautiful children, and his dutiful wife, whose only complaints were that his job kept him out too late and that she wished he didn’t have to carry a gun. That was when the guilt came back.
There weren’t any decent leads at work to distract him from his conflicted feelings. Not that work should be a distraction, he reminded himself. Really his feelings about Batou were the real distraction, but he wasn’t ready to admit that yet.
Batou interrupted Togusa’s thoughts by slapping him on the back. “Hey, hurry up.” He walked off without further explanation. Togusa scrambled after him.
In the car, Batou rebriefed him. They had a lead to check out, finally, but the records where all still physical. It required a road trip and an overnight stay.
The hotel room was nice enough. Togusa sleepily scanned his eyes over it from his bed. The TV was on, but it was just noise he’d stopped paying attention to a while ago. He had been both excited and apprehensive about a mission that involved an overnight stay in a hotel room with Batou. It was too tempting, too insular, too removed from the conflicts that plagued him regarding his feelings and relationship with the cyborg. Could they even really call it a relationship? They had a professional relationship for sure, they were partners and technically still superior and subordinate, but other than that it had just been a singular incident of fumbling around in a car and some adolescent style flirting.
Togusa stared intently at the empty bed next to the one he was currently occupying. It was like it was mocking him. The first time the two of them were going to be alone together any length of time and there was a spare bed, a choice, not that Batou shouldn’t have a choice. Both of their careers were potentially on the line here, but only Togusa also had a family to think about. He sighed. He could be torturing himself over nothing. Batou could come back to the room and make himself comfy on his own bed, leaving all of Togua’s self- torture a moot point. Togusa mentally cursed his partner for stepping out the moment he went into the bathroom to change for bed. He assured him, he’d be right back with that damn creepy smile of his. Where the hell had he gone anyway?
Togusa was so busy giving the empty bed a stare that threatened to send the thing up in flames; he almost missed Batou’s return. He was cheerful. Damn him.
“Hey, I got some takeout from that little place down the street you were staring at earlier while you were bitching about those sandwiches.” Batou lifted up the ridiculously large bag of takeout. Was it some sort of cyborg thing to be obsessed with people eating real food or was this fetish particular to the giant man in front of him, Togusa wondered.
“Thanks.” It wasn’t nearly as sarcastic as it sounded.
Batou paused uncharacteristically. Togusa watched as he looked from one bed to the other repeatedly until he plopped down unceremoniously next to Togusa and started taking off his boots.
The natural watched his cyborg counterpart lay back and make himself comfortable.
“So, what are we watching?” Batou asked causally as if this happened every day.
“I have no idea.”
“That interesting, huh?” That dangerous smile of his crept back.
Togusa rolled his eyes. He’d had enough of trying to figure out Batou’s behavior for one day. He sat up and leaned forward, letting his curiosity about whatever food Batou had brought back with him take over. Not that the other man gave him a chance to investigate whatever was in that Styrofoam container. The moment Togusa’s attention was elsewhere, Batou took the opportunity to grab him around the middle and lay him out flat on the bed.
“You could have just asked you know?” Togusa looked up at his captor, happy with the results even if he was visibly pissy about his methods.
“But what fun is that?” Batou asked, before ending the conversation with a very hungry kiss, clearly trying to end all of Togusa’s talking and thinking, and all those other things that would ruin their chances at fun.
And it was working. Togusa’s hands pawed at Batou’s clothes, pulling on his shirt until he was able to get it over the cyborg’s head. He eagerly explored the newly exposed skin.
“So I guess that means I’m doing this right?”
“Huh?” There really wasn’t enough blood left in Togusa’s brain to facilitate conversation.
“Nothing.” Batou focused his attention on undressing the man beneath him, instead of questioning what he was doing.
Togusa’s limited brain power was already tackling taking off Batou’s pants. Togusa’s hands caressed the expanse of Batou’s back, unconsciously thankful for the feeling of warm skin. He wanted Batou very badly. He did not want to be reminded that the man above him was over ninety-seven percent mechanical and that any little glitch or miscalculation could leave him severely maimed or worse. He lifted his hips, searching for more friction.
Batou turned up the sensors on his skin and his hearing, not wanting to miss a thing from this. He cursed his lack of taste as he kissed and licked his way down Togusa’s chest. The unexpected thrill of Togusa’s hand sliding up his back and neck to caress the back of his head as he paused to lick a nipple was intense. The action was purely experimental on Batou’s part. As far as he was concerned, Togusa was the real expert here. Every needy moan and touch spurred him on until he came face to face with Togusa’s cock.
Everything had been gentler than he’d been expecting from the cyborg. Batou’s touches had been careful and thoughtful. The sweet torture was driving him crazy and now the Big Guy’s tongue was experimentally licking at his cock. If Togusa had the ability to think at the moment, he still wouldn’t have been able to remember the last time he’d gotten oral attention there. He whined very loudly when Batou withdrew.
Honestly, Batou had read all the books and was fairly confident he understood what to do, but the thought of accidentally sucking so hard he’d end up crushing his new favorite toy kept running through his head and he moved on, before it completely ruined the mood. There was one thing he had wanted to try though. Batou coaxed Togusa to turn on to his stomach and to prop himself up on his knees. Togusa eagerly complied with anything that would continue this adventure.
Positioning himself behind Togusa, Batou ran his hands up the back of Togusa’s thighs. As eager as he was, he was also a bit nervous. He massaged Togusa’s ass, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him. Suddenly, an idea so brilliant that he couldn't resist acting on it right then and there struck him. Batou leaned in, planted his face firmly between togusa’s cheeks, and started shaking his head back and forth.
Startled, Togusa lurched forward and would have gone straight off the bed if Batou hadn’t been holding on to him so tightly. Batou kissed his left buttock in way of an apology, before going back to his original task. He spread Togusa’s cheeks and leaned down to give his puckered entrance an experimental lick. Togusa froze, but made no further attempts to squirm away. After a couple more, he let out a soft moan. Finding this encouraging, Batou tried to take things further by poking his tongue inside. Soon, Togusa had relaxed enough that Batou’s tongue was sliding in and out freely and the room was filled with Togusa’s panting and moaning.
The tongue fucking felt unbelievably good. Togusa had never expected to be on the receiving end of something like that, but he wanted more, something bigger, the object he’d been obsessing over for the last few months. He wasn’t letting Batou get away with just a glimpse and some hurried gropeing this time.
“Fuck me.” It was mumbled against his arms.
“What?” Batou sent the message via their cyber-com, refusing to use his mouth for anything other than what he was currently doing. It was too damn much fun.
Togusa lifted his head from the mattress. “Fuck me!” It was a demand and a plea rolled into one.
It was an invitation Batou just could not refuse. Togusa whined when Batou finally removed his tongue for good and got off the bed.
Togusa turned his head toward the sound of a bag rustling. What on earth was Batou getting from the take out bag?
Batou grinned widely in triumph, holding up a tube of lube. He quickly returned to his spot behind Togusa and started lubing up his cock.
Unfortunately, every single time Batou had told him to cover him and he cracked back that he was too damn big, flashed through Togusa's head as Batou started to push into him. It hurt, but not intolerably so. Thankfully Batou paused once he was inside, giving Togusa a chance to relax again.
Batou had not been prepared for how tight everything would feel. The pleasure signaling through his sensors was nearly overwhelming and he was almost afraid to move.
Until Togusa pushed back, not giving him much of a choice. Slowly and clumsily they built a rhythm. Both men moaned as Batou thrust in and out of his partner. He leaned over and took Togusa’s cock in hand and began stroking it. It wasn’t long before Togusa came, sending Batou over the edge with him.
Luckily, Batou had enough sense left to collapse next to Togusa after he pulled, out instead of on top of him. After watching Togusa pant in all of his naked and sweaty exhausted glory for a few moments, Batou pulled him closer. One of the upsides to being a cyborg in this situation was that it wasn’t as physically exhausting and he got to enjoy watching his human partner. Batou thought he looked beautiful, not that he’d ever say that.
Once Togusa seemed up to it, Batou brought him the take out container from earlier. Togusa looked at him quizzically.
“What? You look like you need it.”
Togusa opened the container to reveal cold soba noodles. “You really do have a thing for watching me eat, don’t you?”
“Of course not. I just don’t like listening to you bitch about being hungry.” Batou replied as he handed him some chopsticks.
Comments I received at hentai_contest:
"That was awesome, Kat! It was hot, a lil angsty, & funny in spots! *LOVED it*"
"Oh jeez. I think I need a transfusion. That's two major nose bleeds in one day morning. I think I'd better leave the last few prompt 70 stories for later. Your mad hentai writing skills are killing me. :)"
"i agree with Kira-chan... hot, angsty and just funny enough to round this off just right! Damn well done my dear, damn well done."
"Hmmm... Togusa's illicit affair seems so out-of-the-blue for him, which I love because his character just needs more life. And Batou - lord, Batou... This was great! I love GiTS - feel free to keep this up all you want! Now, I want take-out... lol"
"Well I kinda think you already know how much I love the way you write these two LOL :D"
"OH MY GOD I'M SHIVERING FROM THE HOTNESS. Mmmhhhh."
"Hottness, even though I have no clue about this fandom!!!"
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex
Author: Kat
Rating: E
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: Cyborg/Human sex, First times, Romance?
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1901
Summary: Togusa and Batou take their relationship a step further.
A/N: Ghost in the shell is set in a futuristic world where having an uplink implanted in the brain is as common as wearing a bluetooth is now. There are people who have cybernetic bodies as well as "naturals" who don't have any cybernetic enhancements. For more information check out this wikipedia article http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_of_Ghost_in_the_Shell Thank you so much to Kira and Jen for being sounding boards and dealing with my insanity while writing this and pinking. And Thanks Vexed for being an excellent cheerleader. While this stands by itself, this is the third part of "I Thought What I'd Do Was..."
A/N: This was a challenge fic for hentai_contest, Prompt 70 “Freebie,” with a open word limit. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the kiramaru7:
And I won third place, which got me this banner made by kiramaru7:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
The weeks since the parked car incident were mostly a blur to Togusa. All they had done was grope each other like horny teenagers, but it had been life changing. Not that they had gotten a chance for a repeat performance. Since then, their non-professional relationship had consisted solely of a few stolen glances and seemingly innocent touches on the job and the occasional note. They were not exactly love notes. They were balled up pieces of paper lobbed at him by Batou whenever he wasn’t looking, the contents of which ranged from random ponderings of the universe, theories of how Ishikawa’s hair stayed like that, and a juvenile pornographic doodle of the tachikomas. It was like being courted by a twelve year old. And frankly, Togusa was enjoying every minute of it.
Until he’d go home at night to his well-maintained home, his beautiful children, and his dutiful wife, whose only complaints were that his job kept him out too late and that she wished he didn’t have to carry a gun. That was when the guilt came back.
There weren’t any decent leads at work to distract him from his conflicted feelings. Not that work should be a distraction, he reminded himself. Really his feelings about Batou were the real distraction, but he wasn’t ready to admit that yet.
Batou interrupted Togusa’s thoughts by slapping him on the back. “Hey, hurry up.” He walked off without further explanation. Togusa scrambled after him.
In the car, Batou rebriefed him. They had a lead to check out, finally, but the records where all still physical. It required a road trip and an overnight stay.
The hotel room was nice enough. Togusa sleepily scanned his eyes over it from his bed. The TV was on, but it was just noise he’d stopped paying attention to a while ago. He had been both excited and apprehensive about a mission that involved an overnight stay in a hotel room with Batou. It was too tempting, too insular, too removed from the conflicts that plagued him regarding his feelings and relationship with the cyborg. Could they even really call it a relationship? They had a professional relationship for sure, they were partners and technically still superior and subordinate, but other than that it had just been a singular incident of fumbling around in a car and some adolescent style flirting.
Togusa stared intently at the empty bed next to the one he was currently occupying. It was like it was mocking him. The first time the two of them were going to be alone together any length of time and there was a spare bed, a choice, not that Batou shouldn’t have a choice. Both of their careers were potentially on the line here, but only Togusa also had a family to think about. He sighed. He could be torturing himself over nothing. Batou could come back to the room and make himself comfy on his own bed, leaving all of Togua’s self- torture a moot point. Togusa mentally cursed his partner for stepping out the moment he went into the bathroom to change for bed. He assured him, he’d be right back with that damn creepy smile of his. Where the hell had he gone anyway?
Togusa was so busy giving the empty bed a stare that threatened to send the thing up in flames; he almost missed Batou’s return. He was cheerful. Damn him.
“Hey, I got some takeout from that little place down the street you were staring at earlier while you were bitching about those sandwiches.” Batou lifted up the ridiculously large bag of takeout. Was it some sort of cyborg thing to be obsessed with people eating real food or was this fetish particular to the giant man in front of him, Togusa wondered.
“Thanks.” It wasn’t nearly as sarcastic as it sounded.
Batou paused uncharacteristically. Togusa watched as he looked from one bed to the other repeatedly until he plopped down unceremoniously next to Togusa and started taking off his boots.
The natural watched his cyborg counterpart lay back and make himself comfortable.
“So, what are we watching?” Batou asked causally as if this happened every day.
“I have no idea.”
“That interesting, huh?” That dangerous smile of his crept back.
Togusa rolled his eyes. He’d had enough of trying to figure out Batou’s behavior for one day. He sat up and leaned forward, letting his curiosity about whatever food Batou had brought back with him take over. Not that the other man gave him a chance to investigate whatever was in that Styrofoam container. The moment Togusa’s attention was elsewhere, Batou took the opportunity to grab him around the middle and lay him out flat on the bed.
“You could have just asked you know?” Togusa looked up at his captor, happy with the results even if he was visibly pissy about his methods.
“But what fun is that?” Batou asked, before ending the conversation with a very hungry kiss, clearly trying to end all of Togusa’s talking and thinking, and all those other things that would ruin their chances at fun.
And it was working. Togusa’s hands pawed at Batou’s clothes, pulling on his shirt until he was able to get it over the cyborg’s head. He eagerly explored the newly exposed skin.
“So I guess that means I’m doing this right?”
“Huh?” There really wasn’t enough blood left in Togusa’s brain to facilitate conversation.
“Nothing.” Batou focused his attention on undressing the man beneath him, instead of questioning what he was doing.
Togusa’s limited brain power was already tackling taking off Batou’s pants. Togusa’s hands caressed the expanse of Batou’s back, unconsciously thankful for the feeling of warm skin. He wanted Batou very badly. He did not want to be reminded that the man above him was over ninety-seven percent mechanical and that any little glitch or miscalculation could leave him severely maimed or worse. He lifted his hips, searching for more friction.
Batou turned up the sensors on his skin and his hearing, not wanting to miss a thing from this. He cursed his lack of taste as he kissed and licked his way down Togusa’s chest. The unexpected thrill of Togusa’s hand sliding up his back and neck to caress the back of his head as he paused to lick a nipple was intense. The action was purely experimental on Batou’s part. As far as he was concerned, Togusa was the real expert here. Every needy moan and touch spurred him on until he came face to face with Togusa’s cock.
Everything had been gentler than he’d been expecting from the cyborg. Batou’s touches had been careful and thoughtful. The sweet torture was driving him crazy and now the Big Guy’s tongue was experimentally licking at his cock. If Togusa had the ability to think at the moment, he still wouldn’t have been able to remember the last time he’d gotten oral attention there. He whined very loudly when Batou withdrew.
Honestly, Batou had read all the books and was fairly confident he understood what to do, but the thought of accidentally sucking so hard he’d end up crushing his new favorite toy kept running through his head and he moved on, before it completely ruined the mood. There was one thing he had wanted to try though. Batou coaxed Togusa to turn on to his stomach and to prop himself up on his knees. Togusa eagerly complied with anything that would continue this adventure.
Positioning himself behind Togusa, Batou ran his hands up the back of Togusa’s thighs. As eager as he was, he was also a bit nervous. He massaged Togusa’s ass, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him. Suddenly, an idea so brilliant that he couldn't resist acting on it right then and there struck him. Batou leaned in, planted his face firmly between togusa’s cheeks, and started shaking his head back and forth.
Startled, Togusa lurched forward and would have gone straight off the bed if Batou hadn’t been holding on to him so tightly. Batou kissed his left buttock in way of an apology, before going back to his original task. He spread Togusa’s cheeks and leaned down to give his puckered entrance an experimental lick. Togusa froze, but made no further attempts to squirm away. After a couple more, he let out a soft moan. Finding this encouraging, Batou tried to take things further by poking his tongue inside. Soon, Togusa had relaxed enough that Batou’s tongue was sliding in and out freely and the room was filled with Togusa’s panting and moaning.
The tongue fucking felt unbelievably good. Togusa had never expected to be on the receiving end of something like that, but he wanted more, something bigger, the object he’d been obsessing over for the last few months. He wasn’t letting Batou get away with just a glimpse and some hurried gropeing this time.
“Fuck me.” It was mumbled against his arms.
“What?” Batou sent the message via their cyber-com, refusing to use his mouth for anything other than what he was currently doing. It was too damn much fun.
Togusa lifted his head from the mattress. “Fuck me!” It was a demand and a plea rolled into one.
It was an invitation Batou just could not refuse. Togusa whined when Batou finally removed his tongue for good and got off the bed.
Togusa turned his head toward the sound of a bag rustling. What on earth was Batou getting from the take out bag?
Batou grinned widely in triumph, holding up a tube of lube. He quickly returned to his spot behind Togusa and started lubing up his cock.
Unfortunately, every single time Batou had told him to cover him and he cracked back that he was too damn big, flashed through Togusa's head as Batou started to push into him. It hurt, but not intolerably so. Thankfully Batou paused once he was inside, giving Togusa a chance to relax again.
Batou had not been prepared for how tight everything would feel. The pleasure signaling through his sensors was nearly overwhelming and he was almost afraid to move.
Until Togusa pushed back, not giving him much of a choice. Slowly and clumsily they built a rhythm. Both men moaned as Batou thrust in and out of his partner. He leaned over and took Togusa’s cock in hand and began stroking it. It wasn’t long before Togusa came, sending Batou over the edge with him.
Luckily, Batou had enough sense left to collapse next to Togusa after he pulled, out instead of on top of him. After watching Togusa pant in all of his naked and sweaty exhausted glory for a few moments, Batou pulled him closer. One of the upsides to being a cyborg in this situation was that it wasn’t as physically exhausting and he got to enjoy watching his human partner. Batou thought he looked beautiful, not that he’d ever say that.
Once Togusa seemed up to it, Batou brought him the take out container from earlier. Togusa looked at him quizzically.
“What? You look like you need it.”
Togusa opened the container to reveal cold soba noodles. “You really do have a thing for watching me eat, don’t you?”
“Of course not. I just don’t like listening to you bitch about being hungry.” Batou replied as he handed him some chopsticks.
Comments I received at hentai_contest:
"That was awesome, Kat! It was hot, a lil angsty, & funny in spots! *LOVED it*"
"Oh jeez. I think I need a transfusion. That's two major nose bleeds in one day morning. I think I'd better leave the last few prompt 70 stories for later. Your mad hentai writing skills are killing me. :)"
"i agree with Kira-chan... hot, angsty and just funny enough to round this off just right! Damn well done my dear, damn well done."
"Hmmm... Togusa's illicit affair seems so out-of-the-blue for him, which I love because his character just needs more life. And Batou - lord, Batou... This was great! I love GiTS - feel free to keep this up all you want! Now, I want take-out... lol"
"Well I kinda think you already know how much I love the way you write these two LOL :D"
"OH MY GOD I'M SHIVERING FROM THE HOTNESS. Mmmhhhh."
"Hottness, even though I have no clue about this fandom!!!"