The Best Job Ever

Anime: Get Backers

Disclaimer: Get Backers does not belong to us. It is property of the amazing Yuya Aoki and Rando Ayamine.
Warnings : yaoi, PWP, lemon, just a little bondage
Pairing: Ban x Ginji
Synopsis: Ban and Ginji get a mission to get an item back from a bondage club. Enough said…

The Best Job Ever
Ban sighed silently to himself with relief. He knew that the coin was going to come up heads though. Ban was glad he’d never shown Ginji his little coin tossing trick. “Best 5 out of 7?” Ginji pleaded, knowing all too well that he had lost.
“Give it up Ginj, you lose.” Ban smirked, handing Ginji one of the two bags of clothes Hevn had provided them with.
“This is so unfair,” Ginji grumbled, retreating into the bathroom to change.
“And don’t forget what Hevn said about- “
“I know, I know…” Ginji muttered through the door, not hearing Ban’s chuckle from the other side. Ban shook his head trying not to think about how Hevn procured their outfits for this mission. He tried even harder not to think about how the leather pants, which were more like a second skin, were exactly the right size. How on earth did Hevn get his measurements?
Meanwhile, Ginji couldn’t help but blush as he pulled on his pants which also fit much too perfectly. He just kept telling himself that it was for the job. As he zipped the fly, he understood why it was that Hevn insisted that they go “commando” in their outfits. He didn’t think he’d even be able to get them over his boxers. If it weren’t for the 10 million reward, he’d never have agreed to this humiliation. Ginji pondered over whether Ban was as embarrassed as he was as he pulled on the long sleeve fish-net shirt.
Ban was having a heck of a time lacing up the ties on his vest which lay over his frilly white button up shirt. This mission was going to be easy. All they had to do was get into the club, sneak into the back rooms and retrieve the jeweled necklace known as the “Blood Ruby”. There had been only one problem, the club where the Blood Ruby was being held was an underground S&M place called “Sin City”. It would have been impossible for the two of them to sneak around in a place like that. That’s where Hevn’s fashion expertise came in.
Ban didn’t know whether to he should laugh or wipe up a nose bleed as a blushing Ginji emerged from the bathroom, fumbling with the studded collar around his neck, which was attached to a leash, signifying his status as the slave to master Ban. “Here, let me help you,” Ban offered, unable to hide the laughter in his voice. As he strapped the collar tightly around Ginji’s neck, Ban couldn’t help but notice how well Ginji’s outfit fit him. Had Hevn know from the start what roles they would be playing? Ban had to keep from staring. Whoever would have thought that Ginji was hiding such a sweet body and killer butt under all those loose-fitting clothes? Ban was so busy trying not to drool over his blonde companion that he didn’t notice when Ginji sniffed up his own impending nose bleed himself. He had made the mistake of glancing at Ban’s front. The brunette’s tight pants did nothing to hide the rather large bulge in between his legs. Needless to say, Ban was obviously well-endowed. Ginji was beginning to wonder if the reward was really worth it, he’d had unrequited feelings for his business partner for quite a while now and seeing Ban dressed like that was filling his head with several x-rated images involving Ban throwing him on the bed and using his viper grip to help Ginji get out of his clothes. Little did Ginji know that Ban was having similar thoughts of his own.
They managed to get into the club without any difficulty. In fact the bouncer didn’t even make them pay the cover charge. Ban figured out why, as he felt a hand grab his ass as they walked in. The interior of the club was decorated in black, red, and purple. The center of the club was filled with dancers, although some of them appeared more to be having sex standing than dancing. There was no question as to the activities of the patrons in the booths that lined the walls. The loud techno and rock music did little to cover the cries and moans of the many leather clad club goers. “Ban, let’s just find the Blood Ruby and get out of here as quick as we can.”
“I’m with you Ginj. This place is something else.” Ban remarked, leading Ginji towards the back by his leash. Ginji knew Ban was just playing the part so as not to arouse suspicion, but he could have sworn he saw Ban laugh to himself. Once they reached the back door, Ginji found himself thrown against it and Ban’s tongue down his throat. He was in such shock that he almost didn’t notice that while one of Ban’s hands was in his hair, the other was busy picking the lock to the door. Ban figured he could have found another way to pick the lock without being seen, but far be it for him to pas up a golden opportunity to kiss the person he’d been lusting after with no retributions. He was almost disappointed when he heard the lock click and he opened the door, shoving Ginji inside. Ginji was glad for the dim lighting. It hid his blush and the fact that his already tight pants were slightly tighter after Ban’s passionate kiss. “Now if I were a priceless ruby necklace, where would I hide…?” Ban pondered as he and Ginji split up to search through the rather large storage room.
“Hey Ban, I found it!” Ginji chirped, rushing it over to Ban, who hid it in his inside vest pocket, since Ginji obviously had nowhere to hide it. They even managed to sneak back out of the storage room without being seen. The job had gone so smoothly, it seemed surreal. That’s when Ban glanced at the large clock that was above the bar. He couldn’t believe it, they’d only been there about 20 minutes. It would look awfully suspicious if they left so soon. The dance floor might work, but Ban wasn’t really in the mood for more groping by complete strangers. He’d had enough of that just making their way to the back of the club, and the thought of some strangers’ hands all over Ginji made him want to avoid the dance floor even more. Ban spotted a conveniently empty booth and began to lead Ginji towards it.
“Ban what are you doing?!” Ginji questioned, as he was shoved onto the purple velvet seats.
“We’ve only been here a few minutes. They’ll catch on if we leave so early.” Ban explained, teasing Ginji’s nipples through the barely there fabric of his shirt. Ginji gasped and arched his back a little, feeling his pants get tighter. It was just a job to Ban, right? So Ginji could enjoy himself and just say he was playing the part later if anyone asked. For the second time that night, Ginji was really glad they’d taken this job, the first time being when Ban kissed him. He kissed Ban with complete abandon as his “master” undid his pants, releasing his quickly hardening member from it’s restraints. Ban couldn’t believe how willingly Ginji was going along with all of this as he wrapped his hands around “little Ginji” and began driving his blonde friend wild. Ginji lifted his hips in time with Ban’s hand. It felt so good, no wonder his friends were always so shocked to learn that he was still a virgin. How could anyone in their right mind deny themselves such pure pleasure? Ginji cried out as Ban’s hand was replaced by Ban’s tongue as he ran it from the base to the tip of his throbbing erection. Ban found himself completely aroused himself at this point as well, so while one hand held Ginji’s hips to keep him from bucking to wildly, the other freed himself from the confining leather pants. He then slid Ginji’s pants down to his knees, giving him access to his “inner sanctum”. Ban was doing such an expert job of pleasuring him with his mouth that Ginji almost didn’t notice the probing digits within his virginal opening. He did notice them when they hit his special spot, almost making him cum right then and there. Ban smirked to himself. Ginji sure was vocal, but Ban wasn’t going to stop until the electric ell was crying out his name begging for more. Ban began to assault Ginji’s g-spot relentlessly, causing him to cry out even more. He drove him to the edge, but gripped Ginji’s base so he couldn’t release. It didn’t take long for him to get Ginji practically sobbing with need.
“Please Ban…” Ginji pleaded, wrapping his fingers in Ban’s hair.
“That’s master,” Ban corrected, pausing in his ministrations long enough to pull Ginji’s hands out of his hair and bind them above his head with the convenient handcuffs supplied in every booth. Ban was in control here and he wasn’t done playing just yet.
“But Ban…” Ginji whined, earning him a rough spank on his delectable rear. “Master, please…”
“That’s more like it, “ Ban smirked, before taking Ginji into his mouth again just in time to drink down his explosion of passion. Ban couldn’t believe how sweet the little blonde tasted. He could definitely take seconds of that dish. But that would have to wait for later, because he was now almost painfully aroused and Ginji was as ready as he was going to be. Ban entered his partner’s tight heat at an excruciatingly slow pace. He knew he had to be gentle since it was Ginji’s first time, but his insides were driving Ban wild, just as his heat drove Ginji wild. Ban just figured that he could be a bit more rough next time... And the imte after that… and after that… Once fully seated in his friend, Ban waited until Ginji’s breathing slowed down a little and he gave Ban the silent “ok” with a nod of his head. Ban then began to move, slowly at first, but then began to pick up speed. It wasn’t long before Ban was slamming into him so hard that Ginji hit his head, not that he cared, or even noticed. Ginji had managed another erection, even after his mind-shattering orgasm only a short while before. Ban took it in his hand as he continued to pound into Ginji. It didn’t take long after that for Ginji to climax once again under the double stimulation. Ban soon followed. They helped each other clean up with the paper towels also conveniently located in each booth. These people thought of everything. “So Ginji, I was thinking, since we’re getting so much money for this job, maybe we could take a week off,” Ban suggested, helping Ginji up.
“Only if you wear those pants, Master.”