Author: Aquaian Goddess
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Reflection. One-shot. Romance.
Status: Complete.
Pairing: Ginji x Emishi, mention of Shido x Ban.
Summary: Sometimes Emishi forgets to breathe.
Warnings: ...I blame this all on lalejandra and her wonderful way of writing.
For My beta, and Birdpig, because I owe you this from Valentine's Day.
And to my girlfriend. Because she's my girlfriend.
Emishi Haruki always wondered how Amano Ginji would taste. Would it be sweet, like candy and sunshine? Would it be spicy, like cinnamon, or nutmeg? Or would it be coppery, like the nine volt battery he once stuck his tongue into when he was seven, just to see? Emishi wondered if Ginji would mewl and keen as Emishi ran his tongue along his spine, tasting sweat and skin and something that is pure Ginji, be it sweet, spicy, coppery, or something else. Emishi once wondered if Ginji would tie him up with his own whip and make him beg like one of the dogs Shido chats with.
Emishi Haruki never once thought Ginji was looking at him. Watching him the same way Emishi watched him. Oh no. Emishi never thought Ginji would glance at him from the corner of those deep chocolate eyes and ask him if he wanted to have sex.
Emishi always thought Ginji was more of the longing glances and innocent touches kind of guy. The type who would blush and stutter when faced with the actual prospect of 'This could be mine!', not the smooth, glowing man who laughed at his antics when they were in the VOLTS (because he always loved to see Raitei smile), who cupped Emishi's cheek in his hand and kissed him quiet when Emishi started babbling once the Question was asked. ("You talk too much.")
Emishi forgot how to breathe the first time Ginji and he had sex. Emishi always imagined sex with Ginji to be soft breathy sighs, words of adoration, undying love and slow in a nice bed. He never expected it to be filled with grunts and 'Damnit, Haruki, BREATHE!'s and 'Ginji, the lightblub!'s and in a cheap love motel that smelled of sex, alcohol and cigarettes that they didn't exactly pay for so it was hard and fast. Not expected, but hot and wonderful all the same (he'd say it was electric, but when one was with Ginji, everything was electric). He remembered to breathe again once it was all over and he was flat on his back, Ginji looking down at him and kissing him softly. He blinked and laughed at Ginji as he kissed him, still laughing. Ginji smiled sheepishly, returning the kiss, then they escaped out the window, laughing and half dressed as the maid opened the door to change the linens before the next customers came to use the room.
Emishi was stunned when Ginji told him about Ban and Shido, how Ban and Shido would send longing glances at each other when the other wasn't looking, how their hands would brush and lock for just a few seconds too long and how Ban blushed and stuttered as Shido whispered in his ear just what it was exactly that he wanted to do to the Jagan user behind closed doors. Ginji would then hold Emishi close to him, Emishi breathing in the scent of Ginji's hair (he smelled like the air just before a thunderstorm) and Ginji would whisper some of the things he'd like to do to Emishi behind closed doors and when he was finished, Emishi's knees were weak and he could hardly string a coherent sentance together but that was okay, because Ginji kissed him just then.
Sometimes, when Ginji kisses him, Emishi forgets to breathe.
