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Little Banri/Gojyo thing that takes place before Hakkai ever showed up. Slight noncon, which I never ever do, but... well I've always hated Banri with a passion and had to do something with him at some point, I suppose. R rating at the tops. Nothing explicit. Taking advantage of Drunkenness...
Always There:
It didn’t seem like Gojyo could do anything right. All the girls here knew he wasn’t anything serious, ever, but when he flirts with a different girl tonight the sweetheart he’d been with the day before left crying. Well, she came up to him, crying, smacked him calling him a whore, and left.
It had brought the evening down, to say the least. The girl he had been flirting with had found something more interesting, and he was losing the first few hands. Even ever unobservant Banri was noticing something was up, though he wasn’t as distracted as usual; no girls would come to him tonight and he was losing worse than Gojyo. So when Gojyo got up far earlier than usual to leave it wasn’t that much of a surprise that Banri followed.
Gojyo was stumbling, even after an early night he had drank more than he normally did, but Banri was walking fine, laughing a little as Gojyo stumbled ahead of him. Banri watched him as he tried to unlock the door, letting Gojyo make an ass of himself before opening it for him. “Damn, man, how much did you drink?”
Gojyo shrugged, “Lost count after the sixth shot.” Which wasn’t completely true, it was more around the tenth. “Why’re we back home?” He had already forgot why they had or how they had arrived here and was swaying in the living room, his jacket half off, looking at Banri.
“You’re the one that started heading home, I just followed.” He walked up to help Gojyo out of the jacket, not above copping a feel as he did so. He’d made moves on Gojyo before, but they’d never been anything serious, or Gojyo didn’t think they were. Banri steadied him with a hand on Gojyo’s hips, feeling the skin just above his low riding jeans.
Gojyo leaned back against him lazily, always craving physical attentions. “Hm, what’re you doing, Banri?” He knew, and didn’t really care. It was a bad night out and a little attention was what he needed, even if it was Banri. Banri always gave him attention when he needed it. Usually. Always. Except when he didn’t.
Banri bit at Gojyo’s neck, a little harder than necessary, one hand sliding under the hem of Gojyo’s pants and to the front, never one to take things slowly. “You don’t want it?”
“Didn’t say that.” He turned around to kiss him, getting a rough kiss in return.
Banri unbuttoned Gojyo’s pants, letting them slide to the ground. Gojyo shivered a bit, feeling exposed when Banri was so fully clothed. Gojyo tried to turn around to help Banri out of his clothes, but Banri pushed him forward, not letting him move. Gojyo found his hands on the coffee table, knocking over a few beer can ashtrays, ass in the air. He froze a little, too drunk to fight, and completely exposed.
~
Gojyo woke up face first on the bed, head pounding. He tried to move and pain shot through him, a solid ache in his back side. “What the fuck?” Gojyo looked around the place, no sign of Banri in the bedroom. He forced himself to stand, no Banri through the rest of the house. “Fuck.”
He was always there… except when he wasn’t.
Always There:
It didn’t seem like Gojyo could do anything right. All the girls here knew he wasn’t anything serious, ever, but when he flirts with a different girl tonight the sweetheart he’d been with the day before left crying. Well, she came up to him, crying, smacked him calling him a whore, and left.
It had brought the evening down, to say the least. The girl he had been flirting with had found something more interesting, and he was losing the first few hands. Even ever unobservant Banri was noticing something was up, though he wasn’t as distracted as usual; no girls would come to him tonight and he was losing worse than Gojyo. So when Gojyo got up far earlier than usual to leave it wasn’t that much of a surprise that Banri followed.
Gojyo was stumbling, even after an early night he had drank more than he normally did, but Banri was walking fine, laughing a little as Gojyo stumbled ahead of him. Banri watched him as he tried to unlock the door, letting Gojyo make an ass of himself before opening it for him. “Damn, man, how much did you drink?”
Gojyo shrugged, “Lost count after the sixth shot.” Which wasn’t completely true, it was more around the tenth. “Why’re we back home?” He had already forgot why they had or how they had arrived here and was swaying in the living room, his jacket half off, looking at Banri.
“You’re the one that started heading home, I just followed.” He walked up to help Gojyo out of the jacket, not above copping a feel as he did so. He’d made moves on Gojyo before, but they’d never been anything serious, or Gojyo didn’t think they were. Banri steadied him with a hand on Gojyo’s hips, feeling the skin just above his low riding jeans.
Gojyo leaned back against him lazily, always craving physical attentions. “Hm, what’re you doing, Banri?” He knew, and didn’t really care. It was a bad night out and a little attention was what he needed, even if it was Banri. Banri always gave him attention when he needed it. Usually. Always. Except when he didn’t.
Banri bit at Gojyo’s neck, a little harder than necessary, one hand sliding under the hem of Gojyo’s pants and to the front, never one to take things slowly. “You don’t want it?”
“Didn’t say that.” He turned around to kiss him, getting a rough kiss in return.
Banri unbuttoned Gojyo’s pants, letting them slide to the ground. Gojyo shivered a bit, feeling exposed when Banri was so fully clothed. Gojyo tried to turn around to help Banri out of his clothes, but Banri pushed him forward, not letting him move. Gojyo found his hands on the coffee table, knocking over a few beer can ashtrays, ass in the air. He froze a little, too drunk to fight, and completely exposed.
~
Gojyo woke up face first on the bed, head pounding. He tried to move and pain shot through him, a solid ache in his back side. “What the fuck?” Gojyo looked around the place, no sign of Banri in the bedroom. He forced himself to stand, no Banri through the rest of the house. “Fuck.”
He was always there… except when he wasn’t.