Ban is not a good man. [Ban/Ginji]
Inspired by the lyrics on the livejournal community, fornicari:
So I'm too violent,
Too volatile to touch you,
Fill you with my demons.
But these hands are too hungry to be gentle. -- Surface by Orisha
Ban is not a good man. He is not a good man, but he's tried, because Ginji deserves so much better. Ginji should have--should have, have what? Ban can't think, can't imagine Ginji anywhere else, anything but here and now--better than this: Ban's body hard against his, mouth open against the column of his throat.
Ban is death, destruction, a curse to all who know him, and he is leaving bruises on Ginji's hips. He is hurting Ginji, and Ginji is too stupid, too trusting to know what Ban is, what Ban wants. Ban wants to fuck, get fucked, everything, Ginji. He's not a good man, but he wants this too much to be sorry, and--
Ginji's hands fist in Ban's hair. Electricity flickers around his fingertips, makes Ban's head ring, his heart stutter. Ginji's teeth shine wetly behind parted lips, and his eyes are narrow, glowing. He pulls Ban forward, and neither of them can think of stopping anymore.
Ginji knows exactly what Ban is.
Ban should know better than to forget who Ginji is.