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+G to L › Get Backers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,119
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6
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I do not own Get Backers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2
The kiss was an accident, or at least that was what it felt like. A brutal ten-wheeler truck versus pedestrian kind of accident with bad brakes, heavy rain, a cliffside road, and hundreds of crates of beer thrown in. They found themselves pressed up against the wall again, Akabane pinning Kazuki to the cement, his fingers and the heels of his palms digging into the smaller man’s shoulders, Kazuki’s hands firm on Jackal’s neck so that he couldn’t pull away from the kiss even if he wanted to.
“This is so wrong,” murmured Kazuki when they finally stopped, the sensation of Jackal’s tongue still fresh in his mouth. “Just so wrong.” He twined his arms around the Transporter’s waist, pulling him closer into the great black overcoat.
“We’re drunk,” said Jackal pointedly, nipping Kazuki’s ear with his teeth. “Drunk as skunks. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He even managed to slur.
“Well,” conceded Kazuki, “that’s true.”
Akabane’s lips moved down the side of his neck, nuzzling and kissing the smooth skin, and Kazuki’s nimble fingers traveled up his chest, tracing the shape of the long, puckered scar through the cloth of his shirt. Jackal’s hands, still in their immaculate white gloves, were busy learning the lines of Kazuki’s already exposed torso, feeling the muscle underneath the skin, teasing the nipples…
Kazuki’s eyes opened wide suddenly, and he grabbed Akabane’s wrists, making him stop. “Juubei!” he said, panic in his voice.
Jackal straightened, observing the consternation on the other man’s face with amusement. He smiled his small deadly smile.
“I certainly won’t tell him,” he whispered. And he licked the tip of Kazuki’s nose, almost tauntingly.
“But –“
“Kazuki-kun, I won’t take anything away from your precious Juubei. Remember this, Fuuchouin: I don’t love you.”
“I feel exactly the same about you.”
“I’m glad that’s clear.” And Akabane clamped his mouth on Kazuki’s for another traffic-accident kiss.
They moved down the sidewalk, going on like that –touching, feeling, teasing, occasionally stopping for an especially frenzied kiss against a lamppost – and Kazuki, caution thrown kicking and screaming to the winds, reached down between Akabane’s legs.
“Keh.” The Transporter’s warm breath ghosted over the now-sensitive flesh of Kazuki’s neck, clearly amused at the shock that had registered on the Thread Master’s face at what he felt there. He pressed himself closer against Kazuki, gave his right nipple a very hard pinch. “It’s not just me, hmm, Kazuki-kun?”
Kazuki bit back a gasp. That, and the warmth and hardness Akabane felt against his leg, were all the answer he needed.
“We can stop if you want to,” said Jackal, his hands moving downwards and belying his words, “but I will not forget that you owe me for getting in the way of my entertainment this evening. And, this at least” –he gave Kazuki a squeeze- “does not seem to object, neh?”
He was not expecting Kazuki to squirm even nearer, fitting his body against Akabane’s, nor did he expect the Thread Master to look up at him, pure mischief dancing in the brown eyes, and say, “I don’t object, Akabane-san. I’ll pay you back for that drink. With interest.” He was already loosening Akabane’s tie, plucking at the first button on the shirt. He placed a kiss on the freshly exposed triangle of skin. “Just not in the street like a pair of dogs. I’ll pay you back so you end up owing me, just get me four walls.” Kazuki wriggled against Jackal, rubbing his own erection against the other man’s.
“Well.” Akabane choked back an involuntary groan, and smirked. “Something can be done about that.”
“This is so wrong,” murmured Kazuki when they finally stopped, the sensation of Jackal’s tongue still fresh in his mouth. “Just so wrong.” He twined his arms around the Transporter’s waist, pulling him closer into the great black overcoat.
“We’re drunk,” said Jackal pointedly, nipping Kazuki’s ear with his teeth. “Drunk as skunks. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He even managed to slur.
“Well,” conceded Kazuki, “that’s true.”
Akabane’s lips moved down the side of his neck, nuzzling and kissing the smooth skin, and Kazuki’s nimble fingers traveled up his chest, tracing the shape of the long, puckered scar through the cloth of his shirt. Jackal’s hands, still in their immaculate white gloves, were busy learning the lines of Kazuki’s already exposed torso, feeling the muscle underneath the skin, teasing the nipples…
Kazuki’s eyes opened wide suddenly, and he grabbed Akabane’s wrists, making him stop. “Juubei!” he said, panic in his voice.
Jackal straightened, observing the consternation on the other man’s face with amusement. He smiled his small deadly smile.
“I certainly won’t tell him,” he whispered. And he licked the tip of Kazuki’s nose, almost tauntingly.
“But –“
“Kazuki-kun, I won’t take anything away from your precious Juubei. Remember this, Fuuchouin: I don’t love you.”
“I feel exactly the same about you.”
“I’m glad that’s clear.” And Akabane clamped his mouth on Kazuki’s for another traffic-accident kiss.
They moved down the sidewalk, going on like that –touching, feeling, teasing, occasionally stopping for an especially frenzied kiss against a lamppost – and Kazuki, caution thrown kicking and screaming to the winds, reached down between Akabane’s legs.
“Keh.” The Transporter’s warm breath ghosted over the now-sensitive flesh of Kazuki’s neck, clearly amused at the shock that had registered on the Thread Master’s face at what he felt there. He pressed himself closer against Kazuki, gave his right nipple a very hard pinch. “It’s not just me, hmm, Kazuki-kun?”
Kazuki bit back a gasp. That, and the warmth and hardness Akabane felt against his leg, were all the answer he needed.
“We can stop if you want to,” said Jackal, his hands moving downwards and belying his words, “but I will not forget that you owe me for getting in the way of my entertainment this evening. And, this at least” –he gave Kazuki a squeeze- “does not seem to object, neh?”
He was not expecting Kazuki to squirm even nearer, fitting his body against Akabane’s, nor did he expect the Thread Master to look up at him, pure mischief dancing in the brown eyes, and say, “I don’t object, Akabane-san. I’ll pay you back for that drink. With interest.” He was already loosening Akabane’s tie, plucking at the first button on the shirt. He placed a kiss on the freshly exposed triangle of skin. “Just not in the street like a pair of dogs. I’ll pay you back so you end up owing me, just get me four walls.” Kazuki wriggled against Jackal, rubbing his own erection against the other man’s.
“Well.” Akabane choked back an involuntary groan, and smirked. “Something can be done about that.”