The Answer to the Question

Chapter 6: Lightning in a Bottle

Ban’s breath scraped against the back of his throat as Ginji made good on what his lips promised. He took Ban in a kiss that the Jagan Master felt all the way to the tips of his toes.

“I want you,” Ginji whispered again, between breaths. He kissed Ban, then kissed him again—insistently.

“I want you.”

Ginji gripped Ban by the shoulders and kissed him once more, this time, taking Ban’s air away and replacing it with air of his own.

Air that was hot.

Air that was thick.

Air that connected them in a kiss which seared Ban to his very core and made him weak.

“Now.”

Ginji began working the buttons of Ban’s shirt. And by working the buttons, that meant ripping them off the fabric they clung to…one at a time.

Ban squirmed inside of Ginji’s grip, thinking that if he separated the cause from the effect, there’d be no effect. In one swift move, he knocked the bottle from Ginji’s grasp. It bounced harmlessly onto the carpet and rolled away from them.

“Now snap out of it and think about what you’re doing!” he spat out breathlessly.

Ginji blinked.

“I want you so much.” He bit the side of Ban’s neck causing the boy to moan out loud in spite of himself.

“I’ve wanted you for so long…”

“God…” Ban was becoming desperately hot and desperate times called for desperate measures. He tried to focus enough to use the Jagan but found he just couldn’t do it.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Ginji!” he warned. He’d meant to sound menacing, but the threat came out as a heated whisper of his own.

*Damn that boy for being so sexy! And while we’re damning people, damn me for being so attracted to him!*

Instead of answering with words, Ginji answered with his body. He grabbed Ban’s hand and placed it on his chest, sliding it down…down…down…until he stopped them both at a place of no return. Ban could feel the heat of Ginji’s erection radiating out at him through the thin material of his shorts.

His very hard erection.

“Hurt me…” Ginji answered and the way he said it clearly showed that he was ready, willing and waiting for whatever Ban could dish out in the pain department.

Ginji’s tongue made contact with Ban’s ear, hitting an awful weak spot for the Jagan Master. Trills ran through Ban every which way and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“I’m going to make you feel so good…”

Without warning Ginji let loose with a bluish-white ring of electricity which he looped around Ban’s throat. The tingling current didn’t hurt Ban, rather, just the opposite. It made his body temperature jump and along with it, muscles and…organs that were ready to jump on their own.

“Ahh…” Ban lost his breath at the unexpected display of seme-ism. Ginji didn’t let it rest. He led Ban to the bed by that electric leash and when he’d backed him up against the edge of the mattress, Ginji pushed him. Ban fell backwards and before he hit the mattress found himself under a serious sensual attack. Ginji was everywhere at once, feeling him, touching him, teasing him, kissing him, stroking him, biting him and exploring him feverishly.

It was an all-out assault for which Ban with all his fighting experience had absolutely no counterattack.

And as if that weren’t enough, Ginji ripped open the rest of Ban’s shirt, broke apart that electric collar and sent the remaining ripples down Ban’s skin.

Everywhere a spark touched set off a fire within Ban as his skin became ultra sensitive to the literal and figurative electricity that arced once again between the two. Each and every touch of Ginji’s hands, each and every touch of current forced Ban to answer with deep, guttural moans that he couldn’t help if he tried.

And it felt so good, he didn’t try…at all.

Instead, in spite of himself and in spite of the job and in spite of everything, the reluctance of taking this new direction and crossing the line with Ginji vanished. Ban reached for Ginji and welcomed him with his arms and with his mouth that he used to draw Ginji to him. He opened that mouth and asked for what he wanted.

“More.”

With that one word, the wall between them was breached. It exploded violently as the heat between them became white hot with want and need. Ban clawed at Ginji, desperate to get as much of him as he was giving.

In very short order, the two, save for Ginji’s gloves, were completely naked. The usually somewhat sensible detective duo devolved instantly into arms that reached, teeth that bit, hips that thrust and mouths that kissed, going quickly from an almost declaration of sweet love to an outright pronouncement of raw sex.

Ginji kissed.

Ban kissed back.

Ginji teased with his tongue.

Ban teased back.

Ginji licked his way around Ban’s hardened nipples.

Ban held Ginji’s head in place when he needed more and guided his head to other places where he wanted more.

Ginji obeyed his every unspoken command. He went where Ban led and stayed where Ban held him, ultimately making his way to where Ban wanted him most. Ginji’s tongue whipped out and began broad-stroking the length of Ban’s erect cock.

“AH! GINJI!” Ban couldn’t help himself. He held onto Ginji by fistfuls of hair pulling Ginji down again and again over his hardness, thrusting upward into the open mouth that waited for him; enjoying, enjoying oh so much, that feeling of wet hotness that covered his shaft from down to up and back again. And again. And again. And again. Ginji made hot mouth love to Ban’s cock, making the body beneath him shake hard with each and every slide.

Not able to take much more of the intense pressure Ginji was building in him, Ban reached out for the nightstand, intent on finding lube so he could finish the job they’d started properly. Before he could reach the nightstand, his hand hit the bottle of MoodSwing lube that the trio before them had used to lubricate their way to ménage à trois paradise.

“Ginji.” The whisper was harsh and ragged. Ban held up the bottle for Ginji to see. Ginji stopped his journey up and down Ban’s cock and immediately understood where his partner was going with the new introduction to their sex play. Slowly, he peeled off his gloves…one…after…the…other. Never letting go of Ban’s eyes, he opened his outstretched hands to Ban.

Sexy. Ban couldn’t help the small sight that escaped him. Ginji didn’t even know how sexy he actually was. And Ban couldn’t wait to see how sexy he could get. He tore off the top of the lube and poured a heaping dollop into Ginji’s waiting hands.

Smiling slowly, Ginji rubbed his hands together to warm and spread the thick gel evenly. Then, still smiling at Ban, he applied it…to himself!

Ban blinked.

“Wha…uhh…no, Ginji, I’m the …”

“Shhh…the bottle said it was ok…”

“The BOTTLE don’t know I’m SEME!” In the midst of his seduction, Ban became agitated and tried to get up and reposition for the role he’d claimed for himself. Seeing what he was doing, Ginji roped him once again with an electric collar and intensified its strength. Ban gasped out loud as every nerve ending in his body stood at attention all at once. He heaved heavy breaths while his skin rippled with rigid goosebumps all elicited by Ginji’s electrifying touch.

It was an experience unlike Ban had ever felt. All he could do was submit to the overwhelming sensation of thousands of fires breaking out all over his body. All he could do was succumb to the heat.

“Y…yes…ahh…yessss….” It was enough to make him incoherent at the same time, oh so conscious of what was to come.

“More.” Again he asked for what he wanted. And again, Ginji obeyed his command.

Ginji snaked an arm around Ban and pulled him upright onto his knees so they were face to face. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. Ginji kissed Ban and with that kiss, all of Ban’s anxiety melted away, along with the rest of his tension.

“But…you…haven’t done this…before?” he tried one last time to weakly protest. Ginji cut him off with another bite to the neck. Ban held on to Ginji, wrapping his arms around him to keep from falling. Ginji sucked at Ban mercilessly, alternating teasing kisses and vicious nips at Ban’s skin. In his arms, Ban continued to pant breathlessly, his chest heaving against Ginji’s, their erections melding together in a tangle of hot skin.

“Don’t worry. The bottle told me what to do…the bottle told me what you liked…”


Without warning, Ginji took his arm, which was still wrapped around Ban’s waist and turned him so they were suddenly back to chest. He pushed Ban against the bed’s headboard and grabbed the lube.

“I want you…”

Ginji took another dollop of lube in hand and spread Ban’s bent legs further apart. Then he proceeded to kiss and nip his way down Ban’s spine; never altering his southerly course until finally he reached his destination and without warning, attacked Ban’s entrance with his tongue.

“AH! GINJI!” Ban’s sharp intake of breath was all Ginji needed to hear that the bottle had been right—X marked the spot and he’d found it on the first try. He continued to lap greedily at Ban, making the man in front of him writhe against the headboard and squeeze it to keep himself from going insane.

“Please…” Ban could take no more. He was at the breaking point and needed to be taken home. Ginji, behind him, took the lube in his hand and applied it to Ban, then…

Ease…

Ban cried out.

Push…

Ban shook all over…

THRUST!

Ginji injected his full length into Ban and hit the ground running. After an initial few seconds of letting Ban adjust, he began to thrust into his partner with deep, long slides; making skin meet skin, chest meet back and tongue meet neck as he covered the whole of Ban with his body and used everything at his disposal to make Ban know he was being dominated.

And boy did he know it! From the moment of first entry to the feeling of utter submission as Ginji grabbed his hips and began to slam into him over and over again, Ban soon grew hoarse from the coarse, guttural utterings and loud wails of involuntary ecstasy Ginji forced from him with each thrust and receive of hard cock.

The sounds of their sex was loud and hot. Their hard and fast movements shook the bead and the headboard pounded against the wall making the whole room reverberate with the two Get Backers’ lustful declarations of reverse command and submission.

Ginji’s damp blonde hair fell into his eyes and his taut skin glistened with sweat as he continued to take Ban. In front of and beneath him, Ban held onto the headboard frantically with one hand and stroked himself rapidly to the rhythm to Ginji set, having the luxurious experience of being both pulled and pushed closer and closer to the cumming edge of sharp pleasure that was just around the corner.

Behind Ban, Ginji began to whimper as he too felt the exponential rise in pleasurable heat and the pending explosion it heralded. His groans gained volume and frequency as he closed his eyes and redoubled his efforts; threatening to shake both Ban and the bed apart.

“Ginji… UH! Ginji…AH! Ginji…” Ban couldn’t help but call the name the name of the man that was branding him.

“Baaan…..I….I….”

“So good Ginji…sooo…good…”

“Please…Ban…chan….”

Ginji squeezed his eyes shut.

Ban bit his lip and crushed the top of the headboard in his grip…

Ginji leaned forward.

Ban leaned back.

Ginji wrapped a hand around Ban’s throat, turning his lips so that he could slide his orgasmic scream into Ban…

As he slammed into him…

ONCE.

Tears slid down Ban’s cheeks.

TWICE.

Ginji moaned harshly.

EXPLODE.

Ginji violently released inside Ban with such force that even he wasn’t prepared for it. He relinquished Ban’s lips in favor of the cry that tore from his throat as pulse after pulse of hot liquid ejected into his lover again and again and again.

When Ban came, he literally saw stars. Whether it was from the bruising kiss Ginji had given him that stole his air away or from the electric current that passed from Ginji into his body, he never knew, but he held onto both the bed and his lover for dear life and received Ginji’s steaming release even as he thrust out his own, covering what was left of the headboard with ribbons of thick, sticky ejaculation.

The two partners held together. Their bodies meshing together. As they came together. And fell together. Against the bed, onto the mattress, where they lay together. Fastened together by the cum that bound them, the electricity that wouldn’t release them and the shared heat that they built together as they breathed together.

Ban and Ginji lay still wrapped together by arms and legs and quietly remained together long minutes thereafter, way after their breathing had returned to normal and the world stopped spinning.

Ban lay there wondering what this all meant for their relationship, both as friends and as partners. He wondered if what had just transpired between them was the result of Ginji’s actual feelings or the fact that he’d been possessed by whatever was in the bottle. Ban didn’t know that he could tell the difference between reality and fantasy as far as that was concerned and he had to admit to himself that he was scared to find out. If, after all this, it only turned out to be lightning in a bottle destined to never strike again, Ban honestly didn’t know how he would handle it. He was thiiis close to admitting something to Ginji that he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet.

*What am I saying?* He asked himself. *Do I love Ginji?*

As if hearing his name being mentally called, Ginji stirred at his side and nuzzled his cheek with his lips.

“Ban-chan?” he said softly.

“Yeah, Ginji?” Ban braced himself for the inevitable heart-to-heart after talk that was sure to be what Ginji had on his mind.

“I…”

Ban sighed.

“Yeah…whatever it is, just say it, ok?”

“I…”

“Ginji, I…”

“Ban-chan…I want you.”

What Ginji said, was most DEFINITELY not what Ban had been expecting. He’d been expecting, I hate you, or hopefully I love you, or at the very least, you have a cute ass so let’s work it out. ‘I want you’ was the LAST thing he’d imagined.

Or wanted. Ban was already bruised and abused from the night’s escapades, not to mention the not-so-little lust session they’d just had. On top of that, his body was juiced like a jump started car battery thanks to Ginji’s recklessness with his releases…ALL of his releases! Ban honestly didn’t know if he’d survive another round with Ginji and he sure as hell wasn’t about to find out.

“Ohhh, no you don’t! The dick stops here, Loverboy!”

With great caution and just as much pain, Ban sat up. Ginji sat up with him and reached for him, scarily echoing the actions that had led up to their monumentous explosions.

“I want you.”

“That’s it!” Ban scooted away from Ginji, reached back and dragged his friend off the bed. “We’re putting an end to the ‘Adventures of Ban and Ginji in Yaoiland’ right now!” He fended off Ginji’s probing reaches and groping touches all the way to the bathroom where he yanked back the shower door and turned on the cold water at full blast.

“We’re going to flush that lust right out of your sys…”

Ban couldn’t even get out the rest of his sentence as he found his words cut off by a pre-emptive strike. Ginji, was hot and getting hotter, and to Ban’s utter horror, was making him hot once more with that electric kiss of his.

“No, Ginji, no!”

In spite of the torrent of cold water, steam was beginning to rise from Ginji’s body.

That’s not all that was beginning to rise.

“I want you. The bottle said…”

Ban shifted straight into panic mode. “FUCK THAT BOTTLE, DO YOU HEAR ME?! I don’t give a rat’s ass what it—”

“I want you.”

Ginji made lazy circles with the tip of his tongue against Ban’s throat. It made Ban’s knees buckle. He pushed Ginji away.

“No! NO! GINJI!”

Ginji pushed back. He pushed Ban into the shower, followed right behind him and began powering up in more ways than one…

“THE WATER GINJI! THE WATER! ELECTRICITY AND WATER DON’T MIX DAMNIT!”

“I want you.”

“GINJI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOOOOO!!!”

*** ***

“So…what happened to this again?” Yurika gingerly tapped the pitiful remains of Mister Deadbolt 2000.

“Spiky did it. He ripped it out of the door when he ran back inside.”

“Spiky?!” Yurika shook her head. “I don’t think so. This lock is guaranteed by warranty to withstand 150 KG of pressure. I got a good look at this Spiky kid. He don’t look like he could produce more than a good sized fart if he concentrated hard enough.”

“Spiky did it,” Miko insisted, not looking up from her book.

“Whatever. I’m gonna call the manufacturer tomorrow and get a replacement. They should send us a free one since this one is defectiv—”

All around them, the lights in the entire inn began to fluctuate and blink wildly.

Yurika looked up, frowning. “What the hell is going on NOW?!”

Miko looked not up, but down at the monitors. They were all crystal clear except one. The one situated outside the Mugs’ door was violently throwing fits with static and snow and rolls racing across the picture.

“This is the second time tonight the lights have done this! Is it the fuses? Damn…that’s all we need after a night like we’ve had.” Yurika ran a frustrated hand through her short shorn locks. “I guess I’d better check them.”

“I don’t think it’s the fuses.” Miko went back to her book.

“Oh?” Yurika asked. “What is it, then?”

Miko turned a page. “Dick.”

Yurika did a neck-wrenching double take. “Come again?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not still talking about this Spiky character are you?”

“Actually,” Miko said, turning another page, “I think it’s Goldilocks doing this to the lights.” She put down the book and finally looked Yurika straight in the eye. “Between the two of them, I’m not sure whose dick is causing it, but I’m pretty sure Spiky is behind Goldie’s reaction.”

Yurika was dumbstruck. She stood there trying to figure out if Miko was for real or not. In all the years she’d worked at the inn, she’d never known Miko to tell a lie or make up such an outlandish whopper. Even so, everything she said, she did so with such a straight, deadpan poker face, it was hard to know whether she was joking or not. Not that she told that many jokes to begin with…

“Dick?” Yurika asked slowly.

“Yes.”

“Super-powered dick?”

“Apparently,” Miko answered.

“Super-powered dick that makes the lights wobble?”

“Uh-huh.”

Yurika sucked her teeth and gave Miko a ‘you-need-a-vacation look’. “I’m gonna go check the fuses.” She turned on her heel and left for the maintenance shed without another word. Behind her at the counter, Miko went back to her book.

Above her the lights began a rapid flicker that got faster and harder and harder and faster until suddenly, they snapped off altogether. There was a long second of total blackness, then, just like that, they flicked back on. After that, the lights behaved themselves as if nothing ever happened.

Miko turned to the next page.

“Must’ve been good…”

End Chapter 6: Lightning in a Bottle