Bottles on the Floor

By Seishuku Skuld (skuldchan@gmail.com)

Series: Gungrave

Pairing: Brandon/Bunji

Warnings: smutty yaoi lemon

Date: May 2005

Author’s Note: There's not much story behind this fic. I wrote it completely impromptu. I sat down at my computer one night, after downing the equivalent of 3 shots of Seagram's 7 whiskey and 4 shots of sour apple puckers (they were all mixed), and while totally smashed off my ass decided I wanted some Brandon/Bunji smut.  

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Bunji wasn't entirely sure when he had launched himself at Brandon, but judging from the clinking sounds of the bottle he had dropped in order to wrap his arms around his aniki, the score was somewhere in the double digits. That was a lot of stout he and Brandon had downed, and they definitely were not lightweights. He wouldn't be surprised the next morning to find his fridge empty, but neither would he give a shit.

If he had been sober, he might have been mildly surprised that Brandon didn't push him away, but he suspected his aniki was further gone than he was. So Kugashira Bunji took advantage of the situation while he could, and made a mental note to keep his fridge stocked with imperial stout. All the time.

His hand dived for Brandon's shirt, pulling at the tie clumsily, fighting the single windsor knot. It defeated him by staying intact, but he had loosened the thing enough to just lift the entire thing from Brandon's head. He tossed it somewhere onto the floor, and then made for the shirt. Buttons went flying everywhere as Bunji leaned into his aniki--his soon-to-be lover--tongue tasting the bitter beer still lingering on Brandon's lips as his hands rent the shirt and pulled it down around Brandon's shoulders.

Brandon was warm, flushed a little from the alcohol and the heat of both their bodies. He wrapped his arms around Bunji's waist and grabbed liberally at his ass. Bunji hadn't known that Brandon was attracted to men too, but he didn't say anything, this was a win-win situation. He had a little trouble getting his belt off, but Brandon's deft fingers, always more adept than his even in the haze of his buzz, made quick work of it, pulling the strip of leather from around his waist and tossing it, buckle first into the wall where it clinked and then fell to the ground.

Bunji had heard rumors that alcohol was supposed to be detrimental to one's sexual activities, but obviously his body didn't know that, judging from the size of the bulge that stretched his own boxers, and the one already stretching Brandon's pants.

"Shit," he muttered, thick fingers tearing off the button around Brandon's trousers and pulling them about his knees. Pants were too complicated at this hour, and he wasn't even going to bother with the socks. They wouldn't be much in the way anyway. He sprawled on Brandon, intending to be a little bit more graceful but settling for what he got, pinning the taller man to the bed--only because he wasn't putting up any fight--as he reached a hand between his aniki's legs, wrapped his fingers around Brandon's cock, and got right to work.

Bunji never quite classified himself as 'gay,' that term he reserved for the flamboyant sissy boys who dressed up in pink satin fabrics, cooing and giggling over the rich, well-dressed men who happened to share their preferences. Bunji liked his cock on a man, a real one, and ever since he had ever put his gun to Brandon's head, finger itching to pull the trigger, he'd been having fantasies of shooting Brandon Heat off in another way. Some small part of him wished that Brandon wouldn't remember this enough to repudiate him for this in the morning, but that voice wasn't loud enough to make itself heard through the ringing buzz in Bunji's ears or Brandon's moans. He'd never figured Brandon to be the moaning type, but there it was. The sweet sound of Brandon calling his name. Bunji grinned. Life was good.

He doubted if anybody had ever jerked Brandon off, save for some experimentation from Harry's end. It seemed a while since Brandon had last been touched by even himself, the way that Brandon came so quickly and with such a quivering shudder meant that the man didn't do this very regularly, or maybe that Bunji was just really good. A little bit of both, Bunji decided as he licked his fingers clean of Brandon's cum, the semen mixing with the taste of the beer to produce a very unique flavor. Not too bad, Bunji decided.

"I'm not done with you yet, aniki," Bunji said with a drunken leer. He reached down, grabbed another bottle, opened it with his teeth and downed half of it in a gulp. He'd need some more fuel for this next part. Brandon whimpered as Bunji handed him the bottle, and wordlessly Brandon finished off the rest of it, and let the bottle fall. It rolled on the floor quite a bit as Bunji bent down, one hand about Brandon's cock, one hand about his own, and took the entire length of Brandon's shaft into his mouth.

"Oh," Brandon gasped, probably the only thing he could manage at the moment, his fingers automatically burying themselves in Bunji's rough hair, kneading his scalp.

Bunji smiled to himself. To suck a man off properly, you had to be a man to know the best ways to get him off. He hoped Brandon would remember enough in the morning to return the favor. Licking along the large vein on the underside of Brandon's cock, Bunji could hardly surpress a smile. God, he hoped this wasn't yet another wet dream inspired by Brandon's frequent stays over, cause he was damn sick of having to finishing himself off in the bedroom in order not to wake his aniki in the middle of the night.

"Dear God," Bunji prayed as his tongue traveled along the rim of Brandon's head, "let this be real." Kugashira Bunji didn't believe there really was a God, but with Brandon's cock in his mouth, he would pledge his soul to whatever deity had let this happen.

It took a little longer to bring Brandon to his second orgasm, and Bunji followed not long after with a couple squeezes and quick strokes, swallowing Brandon's seed and licking him clean once again. They really needed to drink more often. Brandon sunk bonelessly into the pillows breathing hard, still flushed from the drink and the ecstasy.

Bunji divested himself of the rest of his clothes and settled down next to Brandon, who wordlessly wrapped his arms about Bunji's waist, drawing content little circles around his bellybutton.

"I'm too tired right now," Brandon said between deep breathes, not quite yet come down from the orgasmic bliss, "but can I do you up the ass in the morning?"

"Sure," Bunji replied, putting both his hands around Brandon's face and drawing his lover down for a kiss. They stayed like that for several moments until the exhaustion took over as they cuddled together and fell asleep.

Kugashira Bunji won the night, and scored some more in the morning.

End