Breath

Skin

Bare

Dark sheets of blue fabric was slowing spreading across the night sky, small gems of the pure darkness started to light and show their beauty to the world beneath them. Most smiled to the sight, but Ritsuka found it was a hard task. He couldn't laugh or enjoy themselves like a normal person.

Quiet

Numb

Sore

He had too many feelings in his mind to think of something as useless as that. His Fighter Unit was:

Distracting

Perfect

Amazing

He had Ritsuka wrapped around his finger. His name was powerful,

Beloved

While Ritsuka's

Loveless

-was not.

Beloved- to be loved

Loveless-not to be

That was as simple as it could be.

Pounding

Moaning

Crying

Ritsuka sighed. Soubi was still on his mind; his blond hair that was almost white was always flowing, as if it was a blanket of strings.

Ritsuka walked into his room from his deck that connected with his room, only a glass sliding door was between the cold night air and the heated home. He sighed, his mother was not home and he was glad she wasn't.

He didn't like the beating.

Ritsuka gave himself a light smile and gazed over at his clock, it flashed 10:30 PM. It didn't feel so late, did he lose track of time as he day dreamed of Soubi while he was on the deck during the evening?

Complicated

Wrong

Confusing

Ritsuka walked out his bedroom door to walk down the hallway to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and changed into a pair of sweats and a baggy white shirt that did belong to Soubi. When he walked back into his room, Soubi was there, leaning against the glass that kept him from getting in the warmth of the house. He puffed out some cigarette smoke and turned to see Ritsuka staring, Ritsuka blushed as he walked over and opened his glass door.

Blushing

Thinking

Shades

Ritsuka felt lips collide with his, just like Soubi would always do, but this was rough. Ritsuka placed his hands on the older man's chest and felt Soubi's heart racing, something new to the younger teen.

Blurring

Screaming

Coming

The night was over when Ritsuka opening his eyes, nothing seemed to have happened. Sure his bed was slightly wet, but Soubi wasn't there, the young teen was still clothed, yet drops of sweet were still on his body. He got out of bed and walked out into the hall to take a shower.

Under the sun of the light colored sky, lie a lighter on a 6th grader's deck.

END: My first RitsukaxSoubi , Loveless fiction in general, written by me. I think it was confusing, but I think you might get it. I might make a lemon soon.