Author Note: This is my first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy this. Remember, I do NOT own Loveless.
Review would be appreciated.

Have fun!

The soft pattern of Ritsuka's breathing captivated Soubi in a way that the older man would never be able to understand. His sacrifice had been sleeping for a little over three hours now, falling into an exhausted state after their first big fight as Ritsuka's namesake, Loveless. Every now and then Soubi would leave his upstairs "art" studio to check on the boy.

Each time he peeked his head in, a very faint smile would cross his lips that portrayed nothing but his happiness. He had waited so long to have Ritsuka in his home. Especially alone. At the thought of that, Soubi's mind began to wander.

"No," Soubi scolded himself, "he's still too young." Though Ritsuka would be turning fourteen soon, Soubi still didn't veiw the younger Aoyagi as a teenager.

A sleepy voice came from the hallway behind the man's body, "Too young for what?" Ritsuka asked, mouth opening into a dainty yawn.

With that, Soubi crossed the small distance between the two and ruffled the raven hair between his sacrifice's cat ears. Bending down, he grasped the frail boy about the waist and hoisted him into a hug. Ritsuka was too drowsy to put up much of a fight, so he layed his head on Soubi's shoulder, nuzzling his face into the warm bend of the larger mans neck. The boy's head fit perfectly into that heated crevace, and the thought of it woke Ritsuka little by little.

Why was he getting excited that he fit so perfectly in Soubi's arms? He'd have to ponder it later. For now, he could feel the tightness in his belly he now acquainted with hunger.

"Soubiii?" Ritsuka questioned, his voice little more than a whisper.

Warmly, he replied to his master, "Yes, little one?"

As Soubi said the last word of his own question, he heard a growl coming from the child's stomach. "Ah, I see," he answered, bending to put the young Aoyagi down. With a whimper and a squirm, Ritsuka let Soubi know that he certainly didn't want to be let out of the warm embrace.

"If I'm going to make you food, you're just going to have to stand on your own two feet, Ristuka," said Soubi, murmuring against the boys cute little neko ears.

Sneaking a soft breath against the fighter's neck, Ritsuka came to face Soubi, wrestling himself to the floor on his own.

"I can put myself down, baka," he said, his changing voice breaking mid-sentence.

Soubi, smirking like he had been doing so much lately bent down and whispered that he loved the young one before pressing his lips to Ritsuka's. A faint blush brushed over Ritsuka's cheeks as his eyes began to close, dainty fingers lacing behind Soubi's neck. This is the most he had ever let himself melt into Soubi's kiss.

Eyes flying open and widening, Soubi sighed, seperating the two's lips. A whine of protest escaped from behind Ritsuka's rose tinted lips. Flashing a toothy grin, Soubi turned as if he were going to start walking towards the kitchen. But, before he knew it, little Ritsuka was running past him.

The fighter couldn't stop himself from watching the intruiging bob of his sacrifices tail.

...TBC...