Just Add Alcohol

Disclaimer: Get Backers is in no way mine, and I do not stand to profit from this.

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He guided Kazuki around a corner into a smaller street, the Thread Master having more and more difficulty keeping the great coat on his shoulders between the ill fit of it and the unceasing ministrations of Akabane. The Transporter stopped at a gate, and for a moment Kazuki thought that they were breaking into a house until he realized that Akabane was groping in the pockets of the coat, not to feel him up through the garment, but to get a set of keys. He unlocked the gate, and they stumbled through, Akabane pulling Kazuki in by the wrist, bringing his hand to his mouth, laying kisses on the string-callused fingertips…

It was a small compound, but very neat, with a garden and a fish pond in front of the one-storey house.

“You live - ?” Kazuki’s question was cut short as Jackal kissed him roughly on the mouth.

“No,” came the answer, as Akabane wiped the spittle from the corner of his lips, “Not all the time. But I rent it.”

The two of them went over to the building, using a path of stone blocks that led through the garden (Jackal insinuated that since Kazuki had only asked for four walls, they could get it on underneath the little cherry tree), and Kazuki felt a sudden stab of guilt when he saw the fat white-and-gold koi swimming placidly in its pool, remembering Juubei in Mugejou but he closed his mind to that, thinking bitterly It could be you, you stubborn bastard, if you listened to me as Jackal stroked him through the denim of his jeans. He no longer held back the shuddering sigh that the sensation elicited. It could have been you.

Somehow they managed to get through the door of the house, and, as if being indoors again had cooled them down, they pulled apart, breathing hard, both remembering to slip off their shoes and leave them just inside the door.

“Are you sure about this? I won’t let you back out so easily, Kazuki-kun,” said Jackal quietly as he led the Thread Master into the living room.

“Do you think I’ll go back on my word, Akabane-san?” Kazuki stopped where he was, letting the Transporter’s coat fall off his shoulders and onto the floor, the hiss of cloth against skin an almost palpable sound. He shrugged off the remaining tatters of his shirt, and began to unfasten the front of his pants.

Jackal meanwhile, calmly and methodically, removed his hat and his tie, peeled off his gloves and socks, and put these articles in a neat pile on the coffee table. He was slipping off his white shirt when Kazuki rushed at him from behind, tightening his arms around his waist.

“You’re taking too long,” he said, his words warm and moist on the skin of Jackal’s back. He twined his right leg around the Transporter’s, his hands at work undoing the other man’s belt buckle.

Akabane turned in Kazuki’s arms before his pants were properly undone. He bent down to kiss the other man, first once on the lips, then he went on to suck and nip viciously at the graceful column of his neck. Kazuki writhed satisfyingly under his touch, clutching at his back so that his fingernails left crescent-moon marks on the skin, arching his smaller body upward to fit into the curve of Jackal’s. Akabane ran his hands through the glorious silky softness of Kazuki’s long, long hair, and over the smoothness of his back and the hips that any woman would kill to possess, the roughness of the scars on his palms highlighting his touch. He caressed the Thread Master’s buttocks, and gently, teasingly ran a fingertip over his anus. Kazuki let out a surprised yelp when he felt Jackal’s finger press slightly inward, and Akabane laughed out loud at how Kazuki’s muscles clenched tightly around his finger.

An annoyed expression flitted briefly across Kazuki’s face, embarrassment, perhaps, at being caught off guard like that. He broke free of Jackal’s grip, and fell to his knees, sliding his body against the Transporter’s on his way down. He shot Akabane a challenging look from where he was, daring him to say anything, before taking the other man’s penis out of his white cotton briefs.

It was big, undeniably, perhaps even bigger than Juubei’s (though Kazuki was in no mood to make that comparison), and not even fully erect yet. Kazuki took a firm hold of Akabane’s hips and tentatively touched the tip of it with his tongue.

There was a sudden, small release of breath from above him, and he could feel the muscles under the cloth, under the pale, pale skin tense. Pleased with the reaction, the Thread Master proceeded to run his tongue up and down the length of Akabane’s cock, slowly, rhythmically. Akabane’s hands went down to Kazuki’s head, caught up fistfuls of the long hair close to the Thread Master’s scalp.

“Kazuki-kun.” In another man, that tone of voice could have been called a whine.

As if that had been some form of signal, the Thread Master promptly took what he could of Jackal’s length into his mouth and started to suck on him expertly, deftly, rolling his tongue around the organ that was fast becoming harder. Akabane’s breath was coming in gasps and grunts, hard and fast, and if Kazuki had looked up, he would have seen the Transporter throw his head back in the ecstasy of the moment. An involuntary thrust of the hips made the tip of his cock ram into the back of Kazuki’s throat, making the smaller man gag a little. The Thread Master took it in stride and gently, very gently, raked Akabane’s penis with his teeth.

The grip on his hair tightened, there was another thrust forward, and Kazuki thought for certain that the Transporter was going to come, prepared himself for the hot liquid that was going to shoot into his mouth. Then, after a quiet eternity, Akabane loosed his grip, and said, in a quiet voice not too different from his ordinary one, “Please stop, Kazuki-kun.”

Kazuki released him then, and looked up into purple eyes. There was a shine to them, and a wideness, that reflected Akabane’s arousal, as did a sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, but everything else – except of course the obviously aroused cock bobbing in front of Kazuki’s face – betrayed nothing but a rigid self-control.

“Why?” he demanded, careful to let his breath mist over the turgid tip of Akabane’s penis. “Wasn’t it any good?”

Another sudden intake of breath. Akabane crouched down so that he was face to face with the Fuuchouin heir, reached out a hand to smooth the mess he had made of Kazuki’s hair. “It was,” he said, “very good. So good, in fact, Kazuki-kun, that you would have made me finish early, and” – a mischievous smile danced on his lips – “I intend to go on for a long time yet.”

He lunged forward suddenly, scooping up the Thread Master as if he weighed nothing at all, giving him a fierce, biting kiss that forced the other’s mouth open, pushing his tongue into the warm, pink wetness of it. Kazuki wrapped his legs around Jackal’s waist as he felt himself being lifted up, his hot erection throbbing against the hard muscles of the Transporter’s stomach, and his arms thrown around his neck.