A Spell for Lust
by Setsuna-X
Warning/Notes: Contains boy x boy, that means: slash, BL, Yaoi etc. –also, there are some 'Child' x Adult themes.
Also, '(x)' indicates a change in POV between Ritsuka and Soubi.
(x) Ending One – Clean (x)
Soubi blinked his eyes open. There was a shimmer in the air, a light sparkle that an untrained eye would not be able to spot. But since he was personally trained by Ritsu-sensei himself, he was taught to notice such things.
There was the shimmer again, yet Ritsuka's young, hot body was under him. But this isn't what he wanted. Ritsuka never spoke a word, all he did was cling and kiss back feverently. Before he would protest that Soubi was going too far, or that he was too young for those certain actions, yet now Ritsuka was the one making all the advancements.
That shimmer…that shimmer means that there is a spell at work. But which one…?
During this time Soubi had been kissing further and further downwards on Ritsuka's body, nearing the 'forbidden zone' of the young boy. Ritsuka never flinched, nor cried out for Soubi to stop. Nothing but encouraged movements and sound would escape his body.
The spell had to be broken. Something was controlling Ritsuka and he knew that if he let this go any further without Ritsuka's true consent then Ritsuka many never want him for real.
That was it.
Ritsuka didn't want him for real, yet. He was too young and too inexperienced and the spell had to somehow be connected with that.
Soubi stopped his actions. His lips had left a trail of hot kisses and wet saliva on the ebony-haired boys' body and Ritsuka's body shivered at the loss of them.
(x)
'Soubi's kisses seem to be slowing down' thought Ritsuka as he laid there allowing Soubi to do whatever he pleased with his body. 'Maybe he felt as if he was going too fast and was rushing this moment of love between us, maybe he wanted to let these wonderful feelings last longer…'.
But soon the warmth brought upon by Soubi's body and his ministrations were gone. Cold air hit his chest and stomach, the wet saliva coating his bare body made the air seem all the more colder.
'Why had Soubi stopped?' thought Ritsuka, his heart clenching in his chest, 'have I done something wrong? Does he not love me anymore?' he began to think, desperately clinging to the idea that Soubi still loved him.
Maybe he was tired? That had to be it. Soubi would never abandon him or leave him alone like that for no real reason at all.
Then why had the kisses stopped?
Ritsuka's body began to shiver, and it was not all due to the cold. The loneliness of Soubi's missing body…his missing love was too much to bear. Ritsuka rose from the bed and sat there on the springy mattress. Soubi was staring pensively at the window, as if it could solve all his problems.
But what problems were there? They were in love and they were happy and together, so why the crease between the eyebrows, and why the nibbling of the bottom lip?
Ritsuka just knew that he had to touch him again. If he couldn't touch him then he knew that his heart would break. They needed to finish this, this mating ritual of love.
Soubi's head suddenly snapped up, as if a light bulb glowed atop his head. He turned around, his mouth open and ready to talk to Ritsuka, but when he noticed that the amethyst eyed boy was going to touch him he flinched away, almost jumping out of the bed completely.
Ritsuka's heart broke, his face finally showing another expression other than love and lust. His eyes automatically filled with tears, crystalline and innocent, they flowed down his rosy cheeks. His bottom lip quivered as he brought his arms and wrapped them around himself tightly forming a ball on the bed in a defense position.
His insides writhed. Everything hurt. His heart felt like it would either burst from so much pain, or it would wither and die, nothing more than an empty vessel that once held the strongest kind of love. He knew he was sobbing. He could hear his own voice in his head, yet everything else was somewhat muted and sounded as if being spoken underwater. Everything was hazy; the only thing he could fully and truly comprehend was the unbearable pain that came with being so fully rejected.
He had no one now.
No Seimei. No mother. And now, no Soubi.
And that last one hurt, it hurt! His whole body was shaking and the tears flowed like a river, never stopping and its torrent just increasing as time went by.
(x)
Soubi sat up from his place atop of Ritsuka. He needed to space himself away from the boy until he figured out what spell was affecting him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stared directly at the window and its white curtains.
It had to be a spell that made Ritsuka act extremely affectionate and loving.
Was it the 'Love' spell? No, that couldn't be it. The Love spell would not make one need such close physical contact since love could mean that between friends, lovers, or a parent and a child. But it had to be something connected with love since Ritsuka seemed to want to touch him constantly.
The bed shifted as a light bulb went on in his head. That had to be it; it had to be the 'Lust' spell. The descriptions of the symptoms were perfect: the constant need to touch and feel, the love, and even the lust in his eyes. The Lust spell also makes the one affected unable to keep a string of thought in order and would make them do things out of character. But even so, the lust spell could not create those emotions; it would have to be based upon something real and true that Ritsuka really felt, especially to be this powerful.
There was a dip in the bed and Soubi turned his head, ready to explain to Ritsuka what was really happening and to break the spell before anything they did would be regrettable later. As he turned his head, his mouth open to tell Ritsuka what he had discovered he noticed that Ritsuka was about to touch him. His body flinched automatically, a result of training, and almost jumped out of the bed entirely.
Ritsuka's eyes suddenly became watery. Salty tears began to stream out of his eyes, flowing down his face rapidly. His face scrunched up in sadness, as if his heart had just shattered. His little body curled up into a ball on the mattress, shivering and shaking.
Soubi didn't want to hurt his feelings, he hadn't meant for Ritsuka to hurt like this. Seeing tears well up in those amethyst eyes, the glitter of light shining off the tears was too much and too hard to bear. Soubi's own heart clenched at the sight. Yet at the same time he was happy. This meant that Ritsuka's feelings for him were strong if he was able to react so dramatically. Ritsuka unknowingly had developed a deep love for him, but was too young to notice or admit it. Yet now there was a problem at hand. His beautiful Sacrifice was hurt and it had been his fault.
"Ritsuka!" called Soubi "Ritsuka, listen to me!" he cried, trying to draw the shivering boy away from the hurtful thoughts that enveloped him. He wanted to avoid touching the boy at all costs because he didn't know the result that would have on the raven-haired boys' psyche. Ritsuka had been hurt, alone, and rejected so many times in his short life that it was utterly unfair that he had to go through all that pain by himself and now to feel rejected and alone once again.
Soubi continued to call Ritsuka's name over and over, his voice gradually increasing in volume, but making sure that he would not be heard downstairs by Ritsuka's abusive mother. When he noticed that Ritsuka was no longer shaking as much as before he changed the words coming out of his mouth.
Encouraging and loving words poured out, encasing Ritsuka's ears with their beautiful meanings and Soubi's own sensual and delicate voice. Words such as 'I love you, Ritsuka' and 'Don't worry, you're not alone. I'll be here for you forever.' Strong and heartfelt words filled the room and Ritsuka's body did not shake anymore, but he was still curled up.
(x)
His heart was breaking again, but he could hear something in the distance. Although his own heart pounded in his ears a soothing voice continued to break through the wall of agonizing loneliness. Someone was calling something over and over again. It calmed him briefly. The sweet, deep sounding voice that was calling out something sounded so familiar and welcomed.
"Ritsuka!" it called.
That was his name wasn't it? And it was said with so much sadness and the tone was desperate. But what was it desperate for?
Desperate for him? Could it be that someone actually wanted him? Ritsuka dared to think those thoughts as his body quivered less than before.
More words continued to break through the world of loneliness he had confined himself to. Words that were so familiar and so warming yet confusing at the same time. Words that Soubi would say to him constantly.
"I love you, Ritsuka"
Those were the words. Someone loved him. They cared and his own pain, his sadness, saddened them. This person would not reject him. Not if they had been calling him over and over again and saying those sweet words to pull him back from his depression. Ritsuka slowly unfurled himself from the defensive ball he had formed on the bed.
He glanced up at his savior; the image was blurry as he struggled to see through unshed tears that had gathered in his eyes. Who was this?
He noticed the long, blonde hair that glistened in the light. Sapphire eyes swam into view. And that soothing voice became clearer, that masculine, strong, yet strangely soft voice rang in his ears. No longer did his dying heart bombard his hearing, but a lulling voice had broken through with its tender, loving words.
Then the image clicked. This man before him was Soubi. The very same that he thought had abandoned him. He never had left and he had brought him back from that depressive well he had fallen in. Thoughts became clearer in his head. A fogginess that had been invading his mind seemed to be dispersing and leaving slowly. Ritsuka blinked his eyes, letting the captured tears to fall from his eyes. He moved to clear the trail of liquid from his face, but Soubi's warm hand reached it first.
A smile played on the older man's lips, his eyes sparkling with a weary triumph and a little sadness.
Ritsuka's mind became clear. His earlier actions caused his face to become red with anger, confusion, and embarrassment. The emotions filtering onto his face in rapid succession. How could he have acted that way in front of Soubi? He had practically thrown himself at the older man, wishing only to make love to him. What caused this? Ritsuka's eyes lowered to the tangled sheets on his bed, unable to look Soubi in the eyes.
"What happened?" he gritted out through clenched teeth. Soubi waited until Ritsuka lifted his head from the sheets before answering. He could have waited all night for the boy to give up and finally stare at him.
"Well you see…" he began.
(x)
Soubi inwardly relaxed as he saw Ritsuka slowly begin to unfurl from the ball-shaped form he had put himself in. He continued his soulful calling, his voice soft but anxious. He had to break the spell on Ritsuka. While talking to that young cat-boy Soubi was slowly dispelling the spell. If someone projects the feelings of unconditional love toward the Lust-driven victim then the spell would be broken. Although Soubi loved Ritsuka desperately and would go to any lengths to make him completely his he had to concentrate on just loving Ritsuka for just existing. He had to acknowledge him as a person only; any deeper emotions would have to be washed away in order for it to work
Ritsuka slowly began stirring. His once quivering figure was now still as it slowly rose from its position. The once glazed look in those swirling amethysts was now gone, replaced by the glaze look of confusion.
Ritsuka's memories should be returning now. Soubi continued projecting his unconditional love at the boy, in case he falter and relapse back into a curled ball of tears. Ritsuka blinked his eyes, clearing away the last of the crystalline tears. Soubi reached over, stroking the tears away from the young, flushed face, unable to restrain himself from touching him once more.
Ritsuka's face shifted and his eyes gazed at the crumpled sheets under him.
"What happened?" asked Ritsuka, still confused and embarrassed. Soubi just gaze on at his lowered head, the tips of the raven locks brushing against the bed. He could wait for Ritsuka to lift his head forever. Ritsuka's body shuddered with repressed emotions as he lifted his view from the bed, eyes still hurt and face still flushed with embarrassment.
"Well you see," began Soubi, deliberately taking his time to answer. Once Ritsuka's hard eyes shrunk into a glare did Soubi continue. He loved getting the small boy riled up, even in the worst of situations. "When we were fighting that last Spell battle a stray curse hit you without us both noticing. That's why you weren't acting like yourself," explained Soubi.
Ritsuka's face flared red. Soubi continued, amused at Ritsuka's reaction. "It was the Lust Spell," he clarified, answering the unspoken question.
"What d-does that do?" stuttered out Ritsuka. He was beyond embarrassed—he was mortified. His face was a burning crimson, the blush seen easily on his pale skin. 'I can't believe that I did all those things with Soubi!' he thought frantically in his mind, 'and that no good Fighter of mine just went along with it!' he screamed in his head, angered that he was taken advantage of.
Soubi's sapphire eyes danced in mirth. He could easily tell Ritsuka the truth and let him know that he truly desired him, but Ritsuka would never accept it and would constantly fight it, especially if Soubi brought it up in the future. The best way to secure his relationship with the smaller boy would be to lie about the effects. He could easy play this off and it wasn't the first time he'd ever lied to the young boy.
Soubi did not answer right away and merely looked at Ritsuka's face. He was wondering if he should be merciful and never mention this in the future or bring it up every now and then flippantly. He inwardly smirked. He didn't think that he'd let Ritsuka live this down, and maybe when the raven-haired boy became older and more mature then he might tell him the true effects of the spell whenever he was finally ready to accept them.
(x) Third Person POV (x)
"Basically it makes you want to do sexual things with your Fighter Unit" stated Soubi bluntly with a smile on his face. Ritsuka's face utterly burned. The implications were endless and to know that things could have gone further than they had was a scary thought. His heart was pounding in his ears again and this time it was not caused by the spell.
"So is the spell gone?" asked Ritsuka, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer to that. He was really uncomfortable with Soubi at the moment. They had shared quick and innocent kisses before, but those were always just that, they were innocent! But now things had gone in a completely different direction and he wasn't sure if he was completely happy with it. Inside Ritsuka felt that it was okay and a warmth spread through his stomach, making him feel pleasant inside, but on the other hand, he was still only in the 6th grade. How would it look if he suddenly lost his ears and tail?! He'd be the only one in the classroom exposed that way. Even his sensei still had her ears. He knew that Yuiko and Yayoi-san would be all over him trying to pry the details from him and Yuiko, who is usually dull-witted can sometimes have bursts of brilliant reasoning abilities and would figure out that it was Soubi.
No, better to just ignore this raging fire inside him. It was probably the Lust spell that was making him feel this way. Soubi continued on looking at Ritsuka intently, waiting patiently for the young cat-boy to pause his internal monologue and come back to the real world.
Once Ritsuka's face didn't look as conflicted as before Soubi answered. " Yes, the spell is gone. I broke it a while ago, in fact. So whatever you happen to feel right now is not the spell, but maybe something the spell helped uncover," Soubi couldn't help but add. Maybe this would get Ritsuka into thinking about their relationship, whatever that may be at the moment.
Ritsuka was confused and a bit afraid at what Soubi had just said. If the spell wasn't the one causing these raging emotions in him then they were his own? Ritsuka was glad that Soubi wasn't mentioning anything about their trying afternoon. He needed some time to think about all this and sort through his feelings He never thought that he could really love someone in a romantic sense, but if it were to happen Soubi would be his first choice, he blushed to admit.
The sun had long set inside the small bedroom. Shadows clung onto the calls as the curtains blew steadily in the small breeze, fluttering like ghosts. The setting was a little eerie, but both of them seemed accustomed to dark rooms, albeit because of different reasons. Ritsuka shifted from Soubi's gaze, unsure as to what should be said to break the long silence. Both had been engrossed with their own thoughts, but it was late and Ritsuka had school the next day.
"Soubi," began Ritsuka, silently berating himself to be the one to break the ice, "you should probably go home now, I have school tomorrow and I need to sleep," said Ritsuka, hoping that Soubi would leave well enough alone and let him sleep on this new revelation.
"Very well," responded Soubi, not wanting to make Ritsuka completely emotionally and mentally unstable. He was supposed to protect the boy, not cause him to have some sort of break down while evaluating his emotions. Soubi rose from the soft bed with a soft squeak. His step caused something to crunch under his foot. Both Ritsuka and him looked down to find where the sound had come from. It was the slip of paper they had acquired from their last match. The one that was suppose to hold a clue as to Seimei's death.
Soubi bent down and picked up the crumpled piece of paper, glancing briefly at the troubling encryption. He passed the sliver of paper to Ritsuka and saw as the small boy looked at the writing with a frown. Neither of them knew what the coding meant or how it would help them with finding the truth about Seimei.
Soubi continued walking toward the open window in which he first entered with Ritsuka in his arms and paused. He turned around slowly, a smile placed on his lips.
"I love you, Ritsuka," he proclaimed as usual and somehow meaning it now more than before. "Good night." Soubi turned and left without waiting for Ritsuka's response. The shocked and blush-filled face was enough for him. He wished he could have left with a little good-bye kiss, but decided to not push the raven-haired boy just now. Once he became accustomed with the idea of them together then he would pull forth all his efforts to win the small boy as his.
Ritsuka was left with a brush of pink across his smooth, pale cheeks, clutching the small piece of paper in his hand.
"Baka Soubi," he whispered into the empty, dark room and fell asleep. The paper still clutched in his hand and a smile playing on his face.
Okay, I know this took forever…sorry! But here's the first ending. I just wasn't really sure on how to end the clean ending, but my plans for the last two are made out.
Thanks so much for everyone's support and patience. I'll try to bring out the last two endings soon, but I'm kinda busy, so no promises.
So thanks to my readers, especially my reviewers: noperfect917, Mini.Naura, bleddingblakrose, blueblazewolf, Royslover (sure, I'll change the rating for the other 2 chapters)
Thanks!
