hmmmmmm i'm a mess. So, i just discovered Loveless, right? (that devious Amanda showed me an excerpt and i finally gave in to curiosity, and look what happened.) aaand i love it. :D
RistukaxSoubi. it's riiiiight after Soubi first meets Nisei and then frees Ritsuka from the tying up by the neurotic mama, but before the whole Seven Voices fiasco. it doesn't fit into the plot but I CANNOT BE DENIIIEEEED!
anyway, enjoy. and review.
The incessant beeping roused Soubi from his stupor. He reached over and picked up the phone, staring blankly at the screen. It was a text from Ritsuka.
Soubi… you're a good boy. Chu.
The fighter smiled wanly.
...
Ritsuka was puttering around aimlessly on Wisdom Resurrection trying to organize his thoughts, when his cell phone beeped. A reply from Soubi.
I love you, Ritsuka.
He stared at the phone screen, chewing his lower lip. That phrase always evoked a pained flutter of his heart when Soubi said it, but the twinge was slightly different this time. His face heated up, and Ritsuka knew he was blushing furiously.
Soubi's odd behavior had worried him, which had prompted the text-tag. Ritsuka had gotten the impression that if Soubi had let himself, the fighter would've been trembling and weeping into Ritsuka's leg, and he wanted to know why.
...
Since no reply was immediately forthcoming from Ritsuka, Soubi decided to move from the bed (and stop choking the room with cigarette smoke) and take a bath. He was draped rather listlessly in the steaming bathwater when his phone alerted him to the sacrifice's reply.
Can I come over?
He blinked, puzzled. Why would Ritsuka ask? He should've known he didn't need permission to visit. Then again, he was still a boy, conditioned to listen to rules and manners.
...
Ritsuka hurriedly flipped his phone open when the reply came.
Of course, you don't need to ask.
Ritsuka smiled slightly. Duh. He barges into my house without asking, so of course he doesn't care if I show up unannounced.
...
"Well, I'll guess that's my answer." Soubi chuckled as Ritsuka showed up at his room without further ado. "I'd been wondering how you'd reply."
Ritsuka averted his face, blushing heavily. "Well, you said I don't need permission. Since you come barging into my house all the time unannounced…" He trailed off, highly embarrassed that he had walked in on the fighter nude. Or rather, embarrassed at his own reaction to seeing Soubi nude.
"True. Besides, Ritsuka, you don't need to ask me anything, just order me." Soubi replied, smiling. He was happy to see the boy, surprised that he'd take it upon himself to visit.
Ritsuka wordlessly dumped his jacket by the door, advancing across the room toward Soubi. The fighter had to quickly turn his head, slipping one hand into the water on the pretense of scratching his leg. He didn't want Ritsuka to notice his reaction as the boy stripped.
Soubi felt the velvet fur on Ritsuka's lithe tail and the brush of soft skin against his leg as Ritsuka slipped into the bath. He glanced over at the boy, smiling indulgently when he noticed that Ritsuka's face was bright red (and the blush didn't seem to end there).
He leaned forward, wet blonde hair clinging to his face in thin ribbons. Ritsuka tried to lean away from the fighter, but was already backed up against the rim of the tub. Soubi cupped a hand behind Ritsuka's head and pressed his lips gently to Ritsuka's. "Thank you, Ritsuka. For visiting me. I love you." He murmured.
To his surprise, Ritsuka wrapped his arms around Soubi's shoulders, leaning into the kiss. When they broke apart Soubi pulled back enough to give Ritsuka a searching look.
Those wide, innocent violet eyes tugged at his heartstrings (and his hard-on), until Ritsuka noticed something he didn't like on Soubi's damp body. "Wh- what are those marks?" He demanded, reaching up to feel the scars above Soubi's collarbone with a feather-light caress.
"The bond." Soubi replied, suppressing a wince.
"Did…" Ritsuka swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "Did Seimei do that to you?"
Soubi simply nodded, sliding back until he was leaning against the far rim of the tub again.
Ritsuka pushed himself up and clambered over to the fighter, sitting (with completely innocent intentions) straddling Soubi's hips to give the scars a closer inspection. Soubi clenched his teeth, hoping Ritsuka didn't feel the erection he had caused and was not helping in the least.
Ritsuka noticed the grimace Soubi wore and pulled back, sitting on the fighter's legs (and still not helping). "What's wrong, Soubi?"
Soubi was lost for a reply. He didn't want to scare Ritsuka, since the boy was only twelve after all, but something had to be done about this. Well, he'd learn about it one way or another. Soubi took one of Ritsuka's hands and guided it to the (throbbing) erection he had caused.
The perplexed look (that was so very endearing) only lasted as long as it took for Ritsuka to look down and see what in the world Soubi had made him touch. His blush returned with a vengeance and he snatched his hand away, falling over backwards and smacking his head on the side of the tub in his attempt to move away.
Soubi couldn't help it; he chuckled slightly, his own cheeks dusted with red for obvious reasons. "Well, you asked what was wrong."
Ritsuka stammered incoherently, his wet tail trying to fluff out and failing miserably due to the water. He tried not to stare at Soubi's erection and had just as much trouble doing this as his tail did puffing up. Soubi simply watched, waiting for Ritsuka to make his move. He was torn between wanting the adorable boy and not wanting to scare him (not to mention Ritsuka losing his ears at only twelve!).
Just then, the door burst open and Kio strode into the room, stopping dead when he noticed the two bathers. A huge grin spread across his face as he crossed his arms, looking the two up and down.
"Well well. The two of you in the bathtub, Sou-chan giving me the glare of death and Rit-chan beet-red and looking like he wants to become one with the floor. What the hell have you two been doing?"
"Kio, go away." Soubi growled, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "If you value your life."
Nonwithstanding, Kio just grinned at the mortified expression on Ritsuka's face. "You could die, you know, if too much blood goes to your head, Rit-chan."
"Kio!" Soubi growled, about to stand up. "If you'd rather not part company with your testicles, go away!"
Kio yelped and cupped both hands over his groin, whining at the fighter. "Heeeey, no fair, Sou-chan!"
The glare in Soubi's blue eyes and the meaningful way he clenched his fist cut off Kio's indignant tirade, and he scampered out the door.
"You wouldn't take off his… would you?" Ritsuka asked; his ears pinned back, blushing in mixed embarrassment and horror.
"No, but that threat always works." Soubi replied with a smile, sitting back in the tub. Some water sloshed over the rim, but it went unnoticed as the staring contest began again. Ritsuka's hands twitched slightly under the water where he had his fingers twined in his tail.
Soubi reached out and took Ritsuka's hands in his, pulling them to his lips and gracing each knuckle with a gentle kiss. He kept his eyes on Ritsuka's hesitant violet pools, waiting for some signal from his master.
Ritsuka, hesitantly at first, tugged on Soubi's arms and leaned forward, bringing their bodies closer together. His lips brushed against Soubi's gently, until the fighter closed his mouth obligingly over Ritsuka's. He released his master's hands and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him gently into his lap.
Ritsuka pulled back, his ears almost plastered to his head, and fixed his wide eyes on Soubi. The fighter's breath caught; that look was the same one that had ensnared him at first, and everything about it was redoubled. The overwhelming desire to love and be loved, the gentle innocence, it was all there with magnified intensity. That plaintive deer-in-the-headlights gaze did nothing but make Soubi want him all the more.
"Don't give me that face." He murmured, resting his brow on Ritsuka's forehead.
"Can't help it." Ritsuka retorted, his hands resting on Soubi's shoulders clenching into fists.
Soubi dipped his head, gently licking and nibbling Ritsuka's neck and shoulder. He felt the tremor run through Ritsuke's body and smirked slightly. "Soubi…" The way Ritsuka breathed his name nearly sent a shiver up Soubi's spine.
"Yes, master?" He whispered into Ritsuka's ear.
"I…" Ritsuka craned his head around to fix the same hesitant look on the fighter. He was clearly torn between fear of what he was getting into and the lust Soubi could see tingeing his violet gaze. He was looking to Soubi for answers, but they were answers Soubi couldn't give. He knew what he wanted, but what Soubi wanted was not necessarily what Ritsuka wanted or needed.
Ritsuka looked down at his hands, which had retreated back to his lap. "I haven't even hit puberty yet… I only just turned twelve…" He muttered.
Soubi smiled slightly, toying with a strand of the sacrifice's wet black hair. "I know, Ritsuka." He replied.
"But…" Ritsuka's fisted knuckles rested against Soubi's chest. The fighter took one of the hands in his own, spreading Ritsuka's fingers out by splaying his hand against the sacrifice's palm. He lifted Ritsuka's hand to his lips, nibbling gently on the tips of his fingers.
"Whatever you want to do, Ritsuka, just command me and I will obey." Soubi murmured, gazing into Ritsuka's eyes. "I live to follow your orders. Command me, Ritsuka."
"You really are a pervert." Ritsuka giggled.
"Sounds kinky, doesn't it?" Soubi smiled. He held Ritsuka's hand up to his face again, taking the boy's index finger into his mouth. He watched Ritsuka for an indication to stop, but seeing none he suckled at the finger.
Ritsuka's ears were still folded against his head and his face was bright red; he seemed unsure how to react. Soubi let the boy's hand fall from his face, lacing his fingers with Ritsuka's. "What do you want to do, master?" He asked softly.
"I…" Ritsuka averted his face, staring at the floor to one side of the tub. "I don't know…"
Soubi watched his sacrifice silently for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Ritsuka's body, lifting him easily as he stood. Ritsuka protested meekly, but he allowed the fighter to gently lower him to the bed and begin toweling him dry. Soubi's gentle attentions reminded him of the way Seimei used to give him massages.
Ritsuka practically melted in Soubi's hands, and that didn't help one tiny bit. He bit his lip to stop from jumping the boy right then and there when small, contented sighs escaped Ritsuka's supple lips. He couldn't help it, but the boy was so alluring without even meaning to.
Soubi finished drying him and turned to himself, while Ritsuka (shyly but attentively) watched the fighter rub the terrycloth over his body. He sat up and stayed Soubi's hand, taking over for him to wipe the moisture from his skin.
Soubi had to hand it to him, Ritsuka was better than his hands than he thought. And he informed him of it, much to Ritsuka's embarrassment.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked warily.
"I mean, the way you're drying me off is very pleasing." Soubi replied, smirking.
"Oh." Ritsuka smiled and went back to his task. "All right then."
Soubi chuckled, gently taking the towel from Ritsuka and tossing it carelessly away. "You're so naïve, Ritsuka. So innocent." He turned, hooking two fingers under Ritsuka's chin to tip his head up. "You're adorable. I love you, Ritsuka." He bent down, softly kissing Ritsuka's brow.
Ritsuka, blushing heavily, hooking his arms behind Soubi's head and pulled the fighter's lips greedily to his. Surprised but not missing a beat, Soubi scooped his sacrifice up and laid him gently across the bed. He placed one knee to either side of Ritsuka's hips, hands propped up alongside his head.
Ritsuka seemed to snap out of it and released Soubi, pulling back until he was pressed into the bed. "W-wait, Soubi…" A slightly fearful gleam entered his eyes.
Obediently Soubi sat up, watching Ritsuka keenly. "Yes, sir. Are you unsure, Ritsuka?"
His face averted and red with embarrassment, Ritsuka nodded. A myriad of doubts and worried were racing through his head, haunted by the burning desire and the same nagging, contradicting feelings Soubi had always evoked.
He remembered what the two Zeros told him; to be decisive. He couldn't mince around or he'd never be able to use Soubi properly. Their words had been, "when the master is indecisive it's the dog that suffers." Perhaps this was an odd way to start, but it was a good enough opportunity not to waste it.
In more than one sense of the phrase…
He glanced back up at Soubi, who was waiting (inwardly impatiently) for Ritsuka to decide. "Soubi."
"Yes, master?"
Ritsuka cupped one of his soft-furred, triangular ears in one hand. "These ears. They're pissing me off. Get rid of them. You understand?"
Soubi smiled slightly. "I understand."
mwaharr. cliffhanger for you! while i decide whether i want this to be a lemon or if Melpomene can go kiss it.
it occurred to me that some of the stuff mentioned, like the conversation with the Zeros, happens later than where i've set this fic. but y'know, it doesn't matter. because i say it doesn't.
