A/N: I'm on a roll tonight. Well, I have been inspired I guess.
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Ritsuka sat with his knees drawn up to his chest while he watched Soubi lay on the ground as he drew. He crawled over to him and sat on his back. "You are so good at this." he said to the older male. "That is such a beautiful picture."
Soubi flicked red paint in a smooth line over the paper once more before he rolled over so he was facing Ritsuka who was now on his stomach. "You think so? Well, you can have it. I just finished."
Ritsuka smiled and wrapped his arms around Soubi and buried his head in his chest. "Thank you Soubi."
Soubi softened and ruffled the young boys hair. "Its fine, i'm happy to do it for you my Ritsuka."
The young boy rested his chin on his shoulder. "you have a bit of red paint in your hair Soubi." The blonde ran his fingers through his long blonde locks, frowning when his hand came to a stop as it got to a few strands of hair stuck together with dried paint.
"So there is, ill be back in a minute Ritsuka, i'm just going to wash it out."
The twelve year old watched as his friend walked into the bathroom and gently swung the door closed. He leaned back on his elbows and listened as he heard the water begin to run and steam began to seep from the gap between the door and its frame. Ritsuka found his mind sub-consciously wander to the fact that Soubi was in fact in the shower right not, not wearing anything. He did his best to think of anything else until Soubi walked out in a low slung pair of gray sweat pants and half-heartedly dried his hair with the towel in his hand. Ritsuka blushed, causing Soubi to smirk. He draped the towel over a chair and leaned on it, staring at Ritsuka with a smirk still on his face.
The dark haired boy walked over to him and pulled Soubi down so the were face to face. He ran his fingers through his hair before flicking the drops of water off his hand. "Can I brush your hair Soubi?"
He smiled. "Of course." he walked back into the bathroom and when he came out he handed Ritsuka a brush and sat down with his back to him. The young boy kneeled behind him and gently ran the brush through his hair. As he dragged it through Soubi's soft blonde locks, droplets of water slid down the bare skin of his back. He put the brush down on the ground and picked up the towel that was next to him and gently rubbed his hair. Soubi leaned his head back and slid his eyes closed. "Mmm, that feels good Ritsuka."
He turned away as he felt his cheeks flush. "Be quiet you, i'm just drying your hair."
He turned around and grabbed Ritsuka by the wrist and lowered his hand from his hair. "Ritsuka, I love you."
The blush set deeper on his cheeks, reddening them more as he looked to the ground. "Why do you always say that?"
He lifted Ritsuka's face by his chin and kissed him. The boys eyes involuntarily slid shut and he put his hands on Soubi's shoulders to pull himself closer. "Because its true." he said as he pulled away.
Ritsuka draped his arms over his shoulders and lent his face into his neck. "Ok, but only if you mean it."
Soubi wrapped his arms around the small boys waist and embraced him tightly. "I always did Ritsuka, and I always will."