Just One Minute!

Get Backers—Just One Minute!

Summary—What happens when the Jagan master’s own fantasy gets wildly out of control. Ban x Ginji, a little Lemon

Disclaimer: I don\'t own the GetBackers. They are owned by Rando Ayamine and Yuya Aoki. I don\'t make any money from this fanfic.

A distant rumble of thunder added urgency to the rain heavy black clouds that roiled overhead. They threatened to drop at any minute a deluge the daring duo wanted desperately to avoid. Wanted to avoid, but seemed highly unlikely to as their car, Little Miss Lady Bug, suffered yet another in a series of operational mishaps that’d been happening lately, thus sucking what little money that remained from their previous job, mercilessly out of their pockets.

Parked in a deserted shopping center lot, Ban watched helplessly as his business partner, Ginji, fumbled around under the hood. Thunder sounded again overhead, ominously closer. Ban sighed. He didn’t know which was louder, the rumbling thunder or his rumbling stomach, which was once again past empty and reminding him of his heinous neglect. Neither he nor Ginji had eaten for the last two days…again, with all their money going to car repairs, parking tickets and that unfortunate mishap with the police officer, his patrol horse and the last remaining rice ball from their emergency stash.

Ban stood back and watched Ginji work. Bent down head first, ass in the air, Ban mused over their luckless situation. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice how much Ginji’s well-rounded muscular cheeks looked like two center cut pork chops. With just a little imagination he could smell them, freshly braised with veggies and a side of applesauce, just wiggling and dancing before him, teasing him with their succulence. His mouth fell open. Two, firm, mouthwatering grade “A” chops, just waiting for him to take a bite-- Smooth, firm, muscular, lean and very much grabable. Ban took a step forward and smacked his lips together.

“I think I found the problem.” Ban heard Ginji say. “It’s the battery. I think I can charge it up enough to get it to the station before this rain….”

Ginji’s voice trailed off into the ether, mixing with the sound of his moans and whimpers as Ban imagined his hands beneath the thin fabric of Ginji’s shirt, past his ribs, smoked ribs with Carolina style sauce—damn the Carolinas, reaching for his nipples, dipped in melted Swiss chocolate, pulling his partner to him then backing him hard against the now closed hood of his car and devouring him like the strawberry champagne five course meal he was. Ban licked imaginary sauce off his fingers, savoring each drop, and took another step forward, forgetting where he was. Sparks of electricity lit the inside of the engine compartment as Ginji juiced the battery.

“That should do it…” Ginji’s voice echoed in Ban’s head. “You should do it…” Ban heard. “You should do it right now…You should do me right now…” Ban crossed the remaining space separating them to stand right behind his partner. He reached out his hand…

Ginji straightened, closed the hood and turned around to find himself staring directly into the line of fire. He sucked in his breath with a short lived hiss as he suddenly found himself locked into a Jagan stare. Without warning, the concrete parking lot world raced by in a melted blur and was replaced by a lush green garden. Ginji managed to almost get Ban’s name out in a panicked rush before he was attacked, slammed against the hood of the car. Ban’s hands were everywhere at once, feeling, groping, twisting, probing, jolting Ginji with a different kind of electricity. Ginji arched forcefully and cried out in pleasure and a little pain as he hit the metal hood. Ban’s hands worked their way up his shirt and with no effort, ripped the material to shreds, exposing his partner’s lean, muscular chest. Smooth as silk, tasty as sin and helpless before him as he started at Ginji’s neck and blazed a hungry trail of liquid fire down his chest.

“Ah, ah, Aahh!” was all Ginji could get out as his senses exploded around him and his breath became harsh and ragged.

Ban flicked and teased his nipples briefly before pulling each in turn into his mouth and suckled greedily—it was like lapping at the finest cream.

Ginji’s hands flew to his sides and came into contact with something…something sharp. He managed to raise his head enough to see what he was clutching. A fork??? What the hell was a fork…no time to finish the thought. Ban had abandoned Ginji’s nipples and was currently making a pit stop at his navel--searching for gold and sucking for all he was worth.

“Uh, uh, Uhhh!” Ginji dropped the fork and clutched at Ban’s back trying to maintain and finding that he had nowhere to go. Sweat began to matt his blonde hair to his face as his body grew taut and his erection began play center stage in the scenario.

Continuing on his journey due south, Ban had managed to slip a hand into his partner’s shorts and with one quick stroke ripped them open, sending a silver shower of zipper teeth and buttons off into the waning light. Reaching, he found just what he was looking for. Ginji gasped loudly.

“God! Ban! BAN!” Ginji panted, fighting for each labored breath as his partner threatened to overwhelm him with fast and hard strokes, up and down, slide and turn when suddenly, Ban dropped violently to his knees, yanking Ginji’s underwear with him and took his partnership in a new direction. Deep throated on the first thrust, Ginji screamed out loud. He continued to scream as Ban shifted Ginji’s legs up and around his shoulders, coming up all the way to the swollen-to-the- point-of-bursting-tip and dive bombing back to the base of the shaft, lavishing the underside of Ginji’s member with quick licks from his tongue. Scream after scream tore from Ginji’s whole body as Ban continued his assault in this fashion--a hard and fast rhythm.

Slowly Ban became aware of his surroundings. He himself was painfully erect and his own beast was threatening to burst through its fabric cage. He was also aware of fat, stinging drops of rain starting to fall from the sky. Almost immediately the torrent that had complained for so long fell, drenching the two in a steaming wetness not even comparable to the hot liquids he was sucking from his partner. He also became aware of another curious sensation. The hairs on the back of his arm were starting to tingle and stand up. Too deep into it, he ignored the nagging warning that was starting to flash at the back of his mind. His need and the anticipated explosion about to occur took all precedence and priority. Everything else be damned.

Pausing only long enough to slide his fingers into his mouth to coat them, Ban quickly went back to deep throating his partner. He teased Ginji’s entrance with his slickened fingers and began to massage that sensitive area just behind his balls. With no more voice left, Ginji continued to scream, his moans and vocals hoarse and uneven. With an impulse, Ban pushed into his partner, first one finger (Eyes squeezed shut, Ginji tossed his head from side to side), then two (Ginji’s body began to shake) and then as he withdrew them, readying for a serious thrust, he saw it. In slow motion, his eyes lit on the arcing, sparking electricity that was snaking its way around Ginji’s hands and racing its way up his body and back down again. Before he could stop himself, Ban thrust back into his partner…up to the knuckle. With a violent arch, Ginji screamed Ban’s name and then …

“Just a minute, JUST A MINUTE—Ginji, NOOOO!”

ZZZWHOOOSH…

Silence.

Ban opened his eyes slowly and found himself looking up at a rain heavy, black clouded sky. In the near distance, thunder rumbled, threatening at any moment to herald the deluge that was sure to come. He sat up gingerly and found himself on the ground about ten feet from where he had been standing at Lady Bug’s hood. He looked over at his car and immediately jumped to his feet. The wreckage that lay before him was reflected in his ever present glasses. A steaming, smoldering wreckage at that and clearly, as much as he might wish, this was no illusion. The hood, partially melted, buckled inward allowing a thick black smoke to waft out from the engine compartment. The acrid, acidic smell that accompanied the smoke told Ban that the battery plus lots of other numerous, expensive and necessary stuff had probably exploded as untold volts of electricity had just blown through the engine and out through the two flattened front tires.

Ban’s hands flew to his mouth and he screamed like a woman!

As if that wasn’t enough, his partner, his now comatose partner, lay sprawled across the hood, finger tips smoking, mouth slacked open and head thrown back. Even as the heat of the literally explosive orgasm faded from his pale cheeks, a dark stain slowly spread across the nether region of Ginji’s still zipped shorts—a telling witness and visual evidence to the sensuous killing that’d just taken place.

Ban crept closer to his unconscious partner and was relieved to see that his chest rose and fell in the peaceful rhythm of the sexually sated.

“Oh…my…fucking…god. How the hell am I going to explain this?”

Suddenly, it started to rain.