Cold Comfort

Author: Keiji
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: PWP.
Status: Complete.
Pairing: Ban x Ginji. Shido x Kazuki.
Summary: A PWP involvoing Ban, Ginji and their car!

The road outside the Honky Tonk cafe was deserted; there wasn't a car in sight - not even the one that was supposed to be there. Scratching at his head and displacing his unkempt blond hair even further, Amano Ginji glanced at the young man standing alongside him.

"Ban-chan... the car..."

"I see it, Ginji. Or rather, I don't." Mido Ban sighed and pushed his hands into his empty pants pockets. "How many times does that make it this week? Three? Four?"

"Four," Ginji stated, staring at the empty tarmac where they'd parked their vehicle less than an hour ago. "It's been towed away four times."

"Right. And this time we don't have enough money to get it back."

Ginji dragged his eyes from the road and stared at his friend and partner. "We have to get it back, Ban-chan; all our stuff's in it. And without the car, we've got nowhere to sleep."

"I know." Ban sank down onto the pavement and leaned back against the wall of the cafe. Ginji joined him. "But what can we do?" Ban continued. "The cafe's shut, so there's no one around to lend us any money - not that they would, anyway; and there's no chance of any work at this time of night, either... so we're stuck. We'll just have to sleep rough tonight and hope that we get a client or two tomorrow."

"But, Ban-chan, it's cold," Ginji whined, letting his head fall onto Ban's shoulder. "We'll freeze. Can't we go to the pound and beg them to give us our car? Please? Please, Ban-chan. Maybe if we explain to them..."

"...they'll laugh at us," Ban finished for him. "No, Ginji, we're not gonna beg. Steal, maybe, but not beg."

"Ban-chan?" Ginji looked at him, quizzically.

"Well, maybe not steal either, but..." Ban swiftly stood up, grabbing Ginji by the arm as he did so. "Come on."

Ginji allowed himself to be pulled upright, then brushed at his shorts to remove some specks of dirt that had clung to them. "Where are we going?"

"To the pound. We might not be able to get our car back tonight, but we might at least be able to sleep in it."

"You mean, we're gonna break in?"

Ban nodded and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Got it in one, Ginji. Now, let's get going."

Other than two figures who stood in the shadows, staring through the chain-link fence at the multitude of vehicles beyond, the pound and surrounding area were devoid of life.

"There it is." Ginji pointed to where their beloved little car stood on its own, near the back of the pound.

"Yeah. As always." Ban snorted. "It's been in here so often, they've given it its own private parking space." He looked around, checking that the area really was clear of guards or anyone else, then headed for the gate. "Thank God it's not a high-tech place," he muttered as he grabbed the thick, padlocked chain that secured the gate to the fence. "There's not even any alarms." Concentrating on the iron links between his fingers, he made use of the crushing strength he possessed. The chain in his hands disintegrated easily as he squeezed, tiny pieces of pulverised iron falling to the ground amidst a metallic cloud of dust. "You got the keys?" he asked as the gate swung open and they entered the pound.

Ginji rummaged in the pocket of his khaki shorts. "Yeah." He dangled the car keys in front of him.

"Good. Let's get inside before we're spotted."

Moving quickly, the two kept to the darkest parts as they made their way towards their car. Reaching it, Ginji inserted the key in the lock and opened the driver's door. He pushed the seat forward and Ban climbed into the back, Ginji swiftly closing the door as he followed.

"Made it," Ginji said, grinning. "No sleeping in alleyways for us tonight." He bent forward and pulled at something beneath the front passenger seat. "Here, Ban-chan. Let's put this over us and get warm." Shaking out the blanket he'd retrieved, he proceeded to cover both himself and his partner. As he moved, his fingers brushed against Ban's.

"You're freezing, Ginji," Ban said, grabbing his friend's icy hand; the fingerless gloves that Ginji religiously wore obviously didn't keep in much heat. "You should use some of that electrical ability you have, to warm yourself up."

"You know it doesn't work like that, Ban-chan," Ginji grumbled, moving closer to Ban. "If I try using it on myself for any length of time, my hair stands up on end and I finish up looking like a French poodle." He snuggled even closer and rested his head on Ban's shoulder. "There is something that might warm me up, though," he murmured into his partner's ear. "Please, Ban-chan? Can we? Please?"

Ban shifted so that he could see Ginji's face in the shadowed interior of the car; the weak illumination provided by one of the lamps at the pound's perimeter was all that stopped them from being in complete darkness. "Can we what, Ginji? What are you talking about?"

"You knoooooooow," Ginji whined. "Please, Ban-chan. It's the best thing for getting warm; you know it is."

"Ginji." Ban spoke sternly. "We're not having sex here. We might be the only ones in the pound right now, but that could change any moment. I know you have these exhibitionistic tendencies, but don't try involving me in them; I prefer to keep my private life private. I don't want to get caught with my pants down by some snot-nosed, spotty-faced kid of a guard who's likely to blab about it to everyone who goes into the station. My reputation, and yours - what little we have of it - would be shot to hell. If that happened, potential clients wouldn't even give us the time of day - they'd think we'd be off having sex at their expense instead of working."

"But, Ban-chan..."

"No, Ginji. And that's my final answer." A sudden glint, that went unnoticed by Ginji, appeared in his eyes. "Although..." He leaned forward, bringing their faces to no more than a fraction of an inch apart, his purple-hued glasses drifting downwards until they were perched right on the end of his nose. "Hmm..."

Ginji was puzzled by the other man's behaviour. He frowned, trying to scrutinise Ban's extremely close face. "Ban-chan? What is it?"

"Nothing much," Ban said lightly. "Just thought I'd give you what you want." His vivid blue eyes twinkled as he stared into Ginji's big, round, trusting brown ones. "You want public sex, Ginji? Then, you've got it."

Ginji gave a surprised gasp as Ban discarded the blanket, then pulled him onto his lap and began to lick at his lips, teasing them apart to plunge his tongue into Ginji's mouth. And although he had absolutely no idea why Ban had changed his mind so suddenly, Ginji decided that he definitely wasn't going to complain; sex with his Ban-chan was always hot - they'd both be more than warm in no time. Giving in to Ban's most welcome advances, he began to participate eagerly.

"Hmm... that's so good, Ginji," Ban whispered as they pulled apart to breathe. He let his hands slide down Ginji's body, then pushed up the white T-shirt that the blond wore, until his smooth, muscular chest was exposed. His fingers drifted to Ginji's skin, running up and down, teasingly.

"Ban-chan..." Ginji's voice was little more than a husky moan. "Please..."

"You want something, Ginji?" Dipping his head, Ban seized one of Ginji's nipples between his teeth. The groan the move elicited made him grin as he bit down gently. "Like that, do you?" He licked at it, then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, his hands moving downwards, to the waistband of Ginji's shorts.

"Ohh... Ban-chan... Yes. Please." Ginji shifted on Ban's lap, briefly feeling the hardness between Ban's legs as he moved back enough for his friend and lover to undo his shorts. As Ban slowly unzipped them, Ginji used his toes to prise off his shoes, and then grabbed at the buttons of Ban's white shirt, deftly unfastening it as his shorts and underwear were tugged downwards and off.

With Ginji's lower half uncovered, Ban quickly undid his own pants and freed his erection before pulling Ginji back onto his lap. Ginji sighed and leaned forward, nestling his head between Ban's neck and shoulder, as his lover's fingers squeezed and rubbed at his ass. His eyes were drifting shut - the pleasure he was feeling from Ban's attentions made him want to shut out everything that didn't pertain to his sense of touch - but before they closed, a slight movement outside caught his attention.

Jumping backwards, Ginji stared wide-eyed past Ban's head and out of the car's back window. "Sh.. Sh.. Shido," he stuttered, waving a shaking finger at the man peering in at them. "Shido."

Ban turned his head and gazed over his shoulder. Ginji's former best friend and partner from his days as the leader of Volts was standing there, a broad grin fixed on his face. Ban smiled at him, then brought his attention back to Ginji. "I told you we might get interrupted, didn't I?" As Ginji remained staring at Shido, Ban went back to stroking his ass.

"Ban-chan! Stop!" Ginji protested. "He's watching us!"

"So?" Ban pulled Ginji close and nipped his neck, hard, drawing an involuntary moan from his lover. "Forget him, Ginji. He already knows your preferences; there's not really any secrets between you two, now is there?" Moving one hand to Ginji's crotch, he grasped Ginji's cock and began to stroke him, trying to bring him back to the same level of hardness that he'd been at before Shido's appearance.

Although Ginji couldn't help having a slight reaction to what Ban was doing to him, his eyes remained glued on the bandana-wearing figure outside. He stared at the other man: Shido's hand was at the front of his pants, and he was rubbing himself! Ginji groaned loudly; with the stimulation of Ban's hand and the sight of Shido, who had now opened his pants and was rapidly bringing himself to a state of full arousal, he just couldn't stop himself from hardening almost instantly. "Ban-chan... Ohhhh...." He pressed down on Ban's lap, savouring the feel of his lover's cock nestled between the uppermost juncture of his thighs, the closeness of Ban's balls to his own sending a spine-tingling thrill racing throughout his body; the objection that he'd made for not continuing was completely forgotten now. "More... please..."

Ban chuckled at Ginji's wantonness. Removing one hand from Ginji's ass, he groped around down the side of the rear seat, finding what he was looking for quite quickly: a small half-used tube of lubricant. Flipping the cap, he managed to squeeze some on to his fingers.

Ginji gave a gasp as the cold gel was pushed against his opening and spread around. Pressing backwards, he made sure that Ban got the message; he wanted him inside as soon as possible, if not sooner. He licked at Ban's throat as his lover first teased then entered him. "Ban-chan... your fingers..." He groaned loudly as he was stretched, gasping each and every time that Ban hit his prostate. After many minutes of this, he was virtually dizzy with pleasure, and almost didn't see what was going on outside. "Ban-chan..." he mumbled as the scene finally registered. "Ban-chan... Shido - he's got his dick in Kazuki's mouth."

"That's nice," Ban answered, thrusting two fingers deep into Ginji's ass. "Want me to do that to you?"

"Oh, yeah..."

Ginji lifted himself up until he was crouching above Ban's lap, just the right height for Ban to suck him. As Ban's hot mouth engulfed him, he continued to watch Shido; his friend's cock was being expertly worked by the person kneeling on the ground in front of him. It never really occurred to Ginji why Kazuki was there - giving Shido a blow job in the middle of the pound - in his present state, nothing seemed odd about it at all to Ginji. Holding on to Ban's shoulders, he kept one eye on the two people outside, and the other on what was happening to himself.

Still stretching Ginji's ass, Ban showed that he was more than capable of doing two things at once, probing relentlessly, while licking and sucking Ginji's weeping cock that bobbed in front of him. Using his free hand, he gently massaged his lover's balls, too, making Ginji moan continuously.

"Kneel on the seat," Ban instructed several minutes later, lightly smacking Ginji's ass. He shifted out from under him and pushed Ginji into position.

From his new vantage point, Ginji had a completely uninterrupted view of Shido and Kazuki. And as Ban lubed up his cock and began to push inside him, he kept his gaze riveted on the action outside; it was like watching his own private live-action porn movie.

With his knees either side of Ginji's thighs, Ban draped himself over his lover's back, pulling the neck of Ginji's T-shirt down so that he could nip and suck at his sweat-covered skin. Pressing in steadily, he was soon deep inside Ginji's hot, tight channel. "You feel good, Ginji," he breathed against Ginji's neck as his balls came to rest against his lovers ass. "Warmer now?"

Ginji could only nod his answer. With all the stimulation he was experiencing, both physical and visual, he was barely capable of thinking. As Ban started to move, brushing his prostate with nearly every long, slow stroke, all he could do was gasp.

"Look at Shido, Ginji," Ban whispered as he began to move faster, his hands grasping Ginji's cock and pumping him roughly. "He's gonna come soon."

Ginji groaned loudly and pushed backwards, wanting Ban even deeper inside him.

"Look how Kazuki's milking him, Ginji. He's not gonna last much longer. Wonder if Kazuki'll swallow..."

"Ban-chan.... Ohhh..." It was almost too much for Ginji and his eyes started to close.

Ban thrust in hard, biting Ginji's neck and shoulder, drawing a few spots of blood. "Come for me, Ginji. Come when Shido does."

As Ginji watched his friend outside spasm suddenly, a different face abruptly appeared in front of his own: a face that smiled at him while studying him intently, making him feel totally naked and exposed; a face that made him feel as though, not only was his life in danger, but that his very soul could be snatched away from him in the blink of an eye. An outwardly handsome, grinning face that was at the same time inherently menacing.

Ginji didn't even need to see the rest of Akabane's virtually naked, blood-streaked body - the killer's face was far more than enough to scare him silly and frighten him into a mind-and-body-shaking completion.

His brain failing to differentiate between the opposing emotions of utter sexual abandonment and sheer, unbridled terror, Ginji came profusely, coating the car's back seat as liberally as Shido was coating Kazuki's throat, and as copiously as Ban was coating his insides. The last thing that Ginji saw before he lost consciousness was the glint of a surgically-sharp blade being drawn insolently across a pale chest, and the face of Akabane Kurodo smirking at him through the window, from beneath the wide brim of his black, trademark hat.

It was ten minutes before Ginji started to come round.

"Ban-chan? What happened? Wha..." And then he remembered: Akabane. Shooting up in his seat, he stared wide-eyed out of the window. "Where is he, Ban-chan? Has he gone?"

The only answer he received was a chuckle.

"Ban-chan?" Ginji frowned at his friend, looking even more puzzled as he noted that he was fully dressed. "How...? Did you dress me, Ban-chan?"

Ban laughed out loud.

A sudden thought struck Ginji then, and he looked around, inspecting the car's interior. The seat was spotless; not a trace of come anywhere. He turned back to Ban, a less than amused look on his face. "Ban-chan, tell me you didn't. Tell me you didn't use jagan on me."

Tiny blue sparks began to crackle around Ginji's fingers as Ban continued to laugh. "Ban-chan." He was getting angry now. With a growl, Ginji let loose a concentrated blast of electrical energy that quickly heated up the inside of the car.

Ban tried to get to the front, desperate to get the door open. "Ginji. Ginji. Calm down." He tugged at the handle, swearing under his breath when he couldn't open it. He put his hands up, placatingly. "I did it for you, Ginji," he declared. "You were cold. You wanted sex... I gave it to you. You're warmer now, aren't you? You should be grateful to me."

"Ban-chan." Ginji's voice held a touch of menace. He flexed his fingers, about to loose another burst of electricity.

The car was suddenly lit up by the blinding glare of a flashlight being pointed at them through the side window.

"Hey! What you doing in there?" The guard's voice rang out clearly as Ginji halted his intended action. "Get out and let me see you!" The car door was jerked open and the irate man leaned inside. "Ah. Mido Ban. Might've known it'd be you."

"Ban-chan?"

"It's okay, Ginji. Still got two more times left today. Maybe he'll appreciate a little fantasy more than you did."

Looking deeply into the guard's eyes, Ban proceeded to send him into an illusionary world that would occupy him for exactly one minute, and make him forget all about their presence in the car.

"Come on, Ginji. Grab the blanket and let's get out of here."

Gathering up the cover, Ginji quickly followed Ban out of the vehicle. With one last glance at the smiling face of the guard - who'd sunk to the ground alongside the now locked car, and was lost in a most realistic waking 'dream' - the two extraordinary men, who proudly called themselves the Get Backers, ran out of the pound and disappeared into the cold, dark night.