WARNING!

This is Yaoi.

This is also Shota.

If you have a problem with ether of these things, go away.

I'm fairly new to this: in fact this is my first drabble into smut.

But please, don't be nice; nice doesn't make me a better writer.

Chapter 3: Animal

Ritsuka fell to the ground with a loud thump, curling his knees to his chest. His pants were tight and his whole body radiated heat. Soubi ignored the noise and tied his apron around his waist with shaking fingers, scolding himself internally, then scolding himself again when he glanced into the hallway Ritsuka sat in. He turned again to the stove and put a tea kettle on to boil before going back into the hallway and looming over the teen with saddened eyes.

"Ritsuka, I-" A glare from the brunette stopped him short, and Soubi waited, hands behind his back to show subtle and expected obedience.

"Soubi…" Whimpered the teen, and the silver haired male stood at attention.

"Yes, Ritsuka?"

"Kiss me." His face was flushed, and Soubi hated himself for loving it.

"Is that an order?" Maybe if it wasn't his decision, it would make it okay.

"Yes."

Immediately, Soubi kneeled before the younger, ghosting his lips over a mark he had been worshiping just a moment before. His hands felt around on the youth's chest, playing with his navel and a nipple hard from their previous actions. Dainty, damaged fingers tugged at Ritsuka's shirt, and Soubi leaned away to allow the teen to peel the piece of spiteful cloth up and over his head. His chest, heaving madly, had scattered bruises and the occasion scar painted on its surface. The silver-haired male worshiped every last one of them with his lips, then his tongue. Ritsuka was making pained groans and soft noises that sounded almost like purrs, and they got louder as Soubi went lower. Both of the males tugged at Ritsuka's pants, the teen eager and not very accurate, while the older was hesitant and teasing.

Ritsuka opened his legs and lifted his hips to pull his pants off of his waist and down to his ankles, leaving only the stretched and wrinkled boxers that fell down to practically his knees. Those are mine! Soubi suddenly realized, and he grinned slyly before pressing his lips against the teen's. The brunette kissed back feverishly, snaking out his tongue to tangle it with Soubi's. His hand pulled and twisted through hair that was so soft and clean and wonderful. Soubi's smell engulfed the squirming male, and he pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

"I want you to…" Ritsuka's voice trailed off, and he realized he had no idea what he wanted Soubi to do.

"What do you want, Ritsuka-kun? Give me an order." The older male's voice did him no justice either; words coming out in surly, raspy breaths. He was breathing just as heavily as Ritsuka, only he was better at hiding it.

"M-make me feel good. Th-that's an order." The teen managed, and Soubi, again not hesitating, kissed a trail down Ritsuka's front until he reached the bulge in his underwear.

Soubi's tongue flicked out tentatively, resulting in a sharp and delicious moan from the teen. The noise was thrilling and arousing, and the blond did it again, more fervent this time. Ritsuka arched his back and wiggled his hips in unison with Soubi's movements, pulling on silver hair just enough to hurt. The older male's fingers cautiously pulled at Ritsuka's underwear, slipping them down just enough to reveal the teen's member, and, not being able to hold back any longer, he worshiped it with his mouth, sucking the tip and licking hard. He was getting a perfect response, just the way Soubi though it would be, and, even though the thought was only in the back of his mind, he yearned to take those ears and never have to think of them again.

"H-harder." Ritsuka managed between pained gasps and groans, holding back the urge to buck his hips, for fear of angering his fighter.

Soubi complied, taking all of the teen into his mouth and bobbing his head obediently. He could feel the brunette's pulse smash angrily through his veins, and the sharp, pleading noises that came from his mouth heightened suddenly.

In just that moment, it was over. Soubi was surprised at how little time and coaxing it had taken, and sat on his heels as he swallowed. He looked at his sacrifice with nothing but compassion, holding back his lust surely and strongly.

"Th-thank you." Ritsuka mumbled, almost apologetic. He curled to the side and rested his head on his shaking hands.

Soubi lifted the exhausted boy, leaving all of his clothes in their bunched position in the hallway. He set the teen in his own bed, pulling the sheets over him, but was stopped short by a grappling embrace. Ritsuka's weak arms wrapped around Soubi's shoulders, and he shivered in woe.

"Don't leave me." He whispered, and Soubi realized that he was crying.

"Is that an order?" He replied solemnly, and there was a short silence.

"Yes."