003. Intelligence
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Soubi feels more alive with pain — Ritsuka discovers this early on in their relationship.
He wants Ritsuka to hurt him.
Cigarette ash starts to fleck against Soubi's pectorals, brown and grey and a flaring-heat red. Ritsuka leans over him with a neutral expression, gazing down to his Fighter's pale and toned skin. His nostrils fill with the sharp, smoky-dark odor.
"I won't sleep until you do it…"
A loud, dismissive huff of a snort leaves Ritsuka.
"Trying to coerce me won't make what you want to happen happen any faster," he mutters, squeezing his fingers rigidly, tightly around Soubi's half-wilted cigarette. But then, Ritsuka gulps in a deep, steadying breath and presses the lit-end against Soubi's collarbone, only long enough for a faint, pinkened burn-mark to appear.
The look on Soubi's face is truly euphoric. His periwinkle-colored eyes lid and a soft, harsh moan escapes his lips when Ritsuka kisses them. All of him.
He can't ever hurt Soubi the way he wants.
They'll have to live with compromises instead.
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Loveless isn't mine. It's been FOREVER since I've done anything for these two wwowowowow I have no idea if there's still any Loveless nostalgic fans out there, but maybe you'll see this! Glad you could read this and much thanks and any comments/thoughts as always are welcome! :)