Innocence
Theressa
Chapter One: The Question
"Soubi," the adult hummed his answer. His eyes were closed, his subconsciousness now gone as he carefully listened to the teen's voice, "where do babies . . . come from?"
It was an innocent question that Ritsuka should have known, but he never really learned it. His mother was too busy abusing him to tell him, his father was rarely home, and his brother . . . His brother was not even the brother he knew.
Soubi hummed for a moment and Ritsuka hopefully stared at Soubi. Then, the older man wrapped his arms around Ritsuka's waist, snuggled closer to the boy, and rested his forehead on Ritsuka's forehead. Finally, he opened his eyes and gazed down at the innocent pair of plum eyes that stared back at him. There was a heavy blush on the boy's face, but the darkness of the room somewhat hid it.
"Don't you know, Ritsuka?" The small boy quickly avoided eye contact and decided to bury himself against Soubi's chest. It was an embarrassing question to ask at the age of fifteen, but he never learned it. He missed the days that his classmates and him were suppose to learn it in school because Ritsuka had gotten a fever for being drowned in cold water by his mother again. Naturally, Ritsuka was still innocent by mind . . . somewhat.
Then, there was a light, but warm hand caressing his cheek that made Ritsuka hum in content. He leaned in, wanting more of the sensation, but he told himself that he could not. That he was very serious - and embarrassed - about the question and he did not need to be touched right now.
"Do you have to . . . touch me? Few hours ago, you touched me all you wanted. Were you not satisfied that I fell asleep?" Soubi chuckled, but did not stop caressing the boy's cheek.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything, Ritsuka." Ritsuka knew that was obviously a lie, but it was not the first time, and to be honest, Ritsuka rather liked it when Soubi lied like this because it would turn into something that Ritsuka just simply could not refuse.
Okay, here's something that I have had forever.
It's going to be a short story and that's it.
This was written way before Tongue Twisters, so I hope you like it.
Please, as always, review.
By the way, I will be posting short stories like these every now and then.
Don't want my readers to think I'm dead.
Thank you!
-Theressa