This contains yaoi and lemon SoubixRitsuka so please don't read if you don't like that sort of thing XD I enjoyed myself writing it though! Please reveiw, reveiws make me happy XP If you have any corrections or suggestions feel free to reveiw too, I want to improve! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Ritsuka

Ritsuka grinned as he strode into his high school, still blushing from the slightly-more-passionate-than-usual kiss that he and Soubi had shared that morning. Despite himself, Ritsuka thought that he was going to enjoy himself today – his first day at school without his ears.

He slowed down his walking pace slightly, his mind drifting to the events of the previous evening.

Ritsuka had gone to Soubi's apartment for dinner after school. This was becoming more and more frequent as Ritsuka tried to avoid his violent mother as much as was possible.

Ritsuka was simply sitting watching Soubi paint when he felt a wave of emotion wash over him. The sight of the older man with his brow slightly furrowed, so concentrated on his work made Ritsuka stand up in order to get closer to his fighter. Soubi turned as he felt the movement, which gave Ritsuka the chance to put his arms around the taller man, burying his head in Soubi's neck. Soubi smiled as he realised how much the younger boy had grown. The tips of Ritsuka's ears were now level with his chin.

Soubi's hands came to rest on either side of the base of Ritsuka's skull, tilting his head upwards for a brief kiss, the mouths of both only barely open.

"I love you, Ritsuka" Soubi said as he often did, even though he knew that Ritsuka didn't like to hear it. Sure enough Ritsuka stiffened. There was a long silence during which neither dared move. Ritsuka looked up after a while, eyes brimming with emotion. It was either he said it now or not at all.

"I love you too, Soubi."

Soubi's eyes widened,

"You . . . you . . .?" he mumbled confusedly before Ritsuka took him in another kiss. With tongues racing and pulses to match they clutched at each other, trying to obtain a closeness that was not physically possible without the removal of clothing.

Ritsuka was on this train of thought as he reached down and underneath the black jumper that Soubi was wearing to feel the bare skin beneath. Soubi shivered at the sudden cold touch and responded by pulling Ritsuka even closer. Ritsuka ran his hand over Soubi's stomach and felt his breathing quicken as the muscle shifted beneath the skin and Soubi let out a small sound. Their mouths separated and Ritsuka looked up at the blond and seemed to say with his eyes, 'Will you let me take this off?' while tugging at the bottom of it. Quickly, Soubi responded, lifting up his arms to pull the jumper over his head. Once it was discarded they resumed kissing hungrily. Soubi's hands shot towards the buttons on the shirt of the younger and began to undo them as fast as his shaking hands could manage.

A hand slid inside and skimmed over a nipple, making Ritsuka gasp in surprise and continue to kiss Soubi, but with a newly found energy.

But Soubi pulled away and said breathlessly,

"Are you sure about this? Because if we go much further I'm not going to be able to . . ."

"I'm sure. I love you." With that phrase Soubi was convinced and turned to the task of pleasuring the younger boy.

Ritsuka blinked as he reached his registration classroom and tried to pull himself back to the present, albeit reluctantly. He braced himself and opened the door, feeling more nervous about everyone's reaction to the absence of his ears than he probably should have.

He winced inwardly at the many double takes and the occasional shameless gape he received. Although he was by no means the first in his class to lose his ears, he was definitely, Ritsuka thought dryly, the most unexpected. For as far as his classmates were aware, Ritsuka had never had any kind of relationship before, let alone anything . . . sexual. He shivered slightly, various images of Soubi popping into his head again.

Ritsuka, glancing around, noted that Yuiko had yet to arrive, and so sat down and allowed his mind to wander.

The touches on his skin leaving fire in their wake, whispers against his neck making him shudder with anticipation, and the skilled hand on his erection making him moan and fist the blond hair of the head that was now licking the place where shoulder meets neck, slowly heading down towards –

"Ritsuka-kuuuun!"

A female voice screeched from across the room. Ritsuka jolted and eyed his excited best friend. When Yuiko reached him she stopped and gaped for a while, her mouth opening and closing as she stared at the top of his head. Ritsuka sat back, watching her thought processes, amused by the sight, and waited for her to speak.

Yuiko closed her mouth. Slowly she frowned, the expression spreading to the whole of her expressive face. Then she grinned suddenly before leaning forward conspiratorially and saying the one thing Ritsuka least expected to hear,

"Was it Soubi-san?"

A sharp intake of breath and the small coughing fit that followed it was all the response Yuiko needed to confirm her suspicions. She smiled brightly and went to sit down, leaning forward again as she did so to whisper,

"I bet you're going to tell me all about it later," with hope lacing her tone. Having recovered from coughing Ritsuka turned and stared at Yuiko. Only then he realised that his friend was not quite as naïve as she had been back when they had met in 6th grade. But then, he should have guessed that she would become more perceptive during the four years that had passed since then.

The rest of Ritsuka's day passed in a haze. Teachers and students alike making subtle and otherwise comments about his lack of ears, Yuiko trying and failing to get anything out of him regarding his evening spent with Soubi, all the while thinking about what Soubi would be doing now, and looking forward to the end of school, when Soubi would be picking him up.