Day 041

Part 0ne

"Ritsuka!" Soubi shouted, desperately trying to get the boy to open up the door. About an hour before, Ritsuka had run into the bedroom after being told of his mother's murder. He had locked the door and all Soubi could hear was Ritsuka's desperate crying. Both Soubi and Kiyoshi had been trying to get him to unlock the door since the teen had locked it. Kiyoshi had stepped out for a moment to take a call, but Soubi still persisted.

"Soubi," Kiyoshi lightly touched Soubi's arm, getting the man's attention. Soubi glared at him, sure that interruption would only make Ritsuka more reluctant to open the door. "Can I talk with you for a moment?"

"No," Soubi growled. Ritsuka was more important than whatever Kiyoshi had to say. "You can tell me whatever the hell it is now."

Kiyoshi sighed, glancing at the door for a moment before turning his gaze back to Soubi. "There's been another set fire," He started. "I got a call from a landlord who wants me to represent him in court…"

"What are you getting at?" Soubi couldn't see how this was of any importance.

Kiyoshi suddenly looked a bit anxious, "I'm sorry but… Your house…apartment burned down."

"What?" This was another message to Soubi and Ritsuka. First it was Ritsuka's mother and house and now Seimei had burned down Soubi's home to let them know that he was still alive. That meant that he had escaped the attack and was alive and well.

"The top floor was the only floor that burned," Kiyoshi went on cautiously. Soubi's eyes went wide with shock. He was the only one on the top floor. His apartment, which could be considered a house, took up a small portion of the roof. Soubi had only chosen it because the rest of the roof was considered his property. Not only did he get the rest of the roof, but he also had a large balcony. It was nice to look out at the city at night from it. It was small, but Soubi owned it and it had its own roof, so it wasn't exactly an apartment, but he was still under his landlord's control to some extent.

"Seimei did it," Soubi muttered, half to himself. "He's still alive-!"

Soubi stopped at the sound of the door to the bedroom opening and he turned around to face Ritsuka. The boy's tear-stained face stared back at him and he leaned on the door heavily. Soubi felt another pang of sadness for him. He himself didn't remember his own mother or father, but Ritsuka did. Clearly.

"W-What…" Ritsuka sniffled, not even trying to hide his devastated expression from Soubi and Kiyoshi. "What's going on?" Ritsuka finished softly.

Soubi and Kiyoshi exchanged glances. Soubi wondered if they should tell Ritsuka. Would it just make him worse, or would he even care? It had been Soubi's house after all. It held no value to Ritsuka.

"It's nothing, Ritsuka," Soubi told him, not exactly lying, just trying to keep him from crying more.

"Tell me," Ritsuka begged softly.

Soubi glanced at Kiyoshi again, not sure of what to do. He didn't know how Ritsuka would react in the fragile state that he was in. Finally, he just decided to tell Ritsuka, knowing- that he would find out sooner or later. "My house burned down," Soubi informed Ritsuka. He didn't have to tell him who did it, since it was quite obvious.

Ritsuka's face took on a look of shock and he threw himself at Soubi, hugging him tightly around the waist. Astonished, Soubi patted him on the head, watching as the child buried his face in Soubi's chest. He whimpered slightly and Soubi could tell that he was crying again. Kiyoshi had muttered something about leaving them to talk and that he'd be back later, and then left.

Soubi pulled Ritsuka towards the couch and the teen climbed into his lap. He could only watch as Ritsuka sobbed incoherently while clutching the older man's shirt. Soubi pressed his lips against Ritsuka's head. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to tell Ritsuka everything was going to be okay when his mother had died. It wasn't going to be alright. Things were only going to get worse now. Seimei was planning something, something big and he was letting them both know that he was more powerful than they would ever be.

"Soubi…" Ritsuka whispered after he had quieted down a bit. "We're going to kill him… I hate him…I don't care how long it takes…I just want him dead…"

Soubi felt exactly how Ritsuka was. There was no doubt that they were feeling the same way. Soubi wanted Seimei dead. Seimei had gone too far and there was no telling how much further he would go. He wanted Ritsuka, but that wasn't his only objective. It couldn't be. Seimei was scheming something big, huge. He had Ritsuka procured so that Ritsuka would be safe and alive during whatever Seimei was planning.

Soubi pressed his lips against Ritsuka's, trying to distract him from the pain and suffering. "I'm here, Ritsuka," He told him in a low voice, kissing him again. He slowly laid Ritsuka down on the couch, licking at his lips lightly. Ritsuka opened his mouth, allowing him entrance. He gripped Soubi's shoulders, moaning into his mouth. Soubi pressed down against him, their bodies as close together as possible.

Ritsuka was the first to pull away and he ducked his head into Soubi's chest again, whimpering. "Promise me you'll never leave me," Ritsuka's muffled voice pleaded.

"I'll never leave you," Soubi promised him truthfully. He wouldn't leave Ritsuka, even if he ordered him to. He wouldn't be able to stand life without Ritsuka. Soubi couldn't even imagine how terrible it would be.

He kissed Ritsuka's head, coaxing him into lying back down flat on the couch. He kissed his way down Ritsuka's face until he reached his lips again, and he took those captive, too. Ritsuka's small tongue flicked into Soubi's mouth, slowly feeling its way around. His hands went around the older man's neck, drawing him down closer. His legs went around Soubi's waist, his feet crossing behind his back.

"Are you okay?" Soubi asked Ritsuka, not wanting to go any further without asking Ritsuka.

Ritsuka met his eyes and the extreme sadness was still there, but there was also lust and desire in them. He nodded, speaking in a quiet voice, "Go on…it'll make me forget for a little while…Soubi, I love you. I just want everything to stay like this for awhile… I don't want to deal with anything…"

Soubi leaned back down, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot below Ritsuka's ear in response. Ritsuka let out a slightly high-pitched moan, his hands grabbing some of Soubi's hair and pulling lightly. Soubi worked his way down to Ritsuka's neck, licking a path down his throat. Ritsuka clung onto him, moaning loudly with his eyes tightly shut. Soubi loved that he could reduce him to a moaning hot mess so easily. He could care less about the volume. Soubi would much rather Ritsuka be loud than anything else. Truthfully, it was unbelievably arousing.

Soubi smirked before biting down on a spot along his throat. Ritsuka's back arched, causing him to rub against Soubi. He could feel that the boy was hard, just as he was. Soubi reached between them, lips still attached to Ritsuka's skin, and rubbed Ritsuka through the shorts that he was still wearing. He heard him gasp and Soubi rubbed harder, continuing his path down to the top of the oversized Ritsuka had on. Soubi pushed his other hand under the bottom hem, resting it on Ritsuka's small chest. He glanced up at Ritsuka for confirmation and he gave a little nod.

Soubi wanted to make Ritsuka forget for a little while about the troubles that plagued him. Ritsuka had been through too much for a boy his age. Soubi wished that he wouldn't have to go through even more, that it would all be over soon. It wasn't, though. Soubi had the worst feeling that everything was just beginning.


Ritsuka's mother was dead. Misaki was dead. Seimei. Seimei killed her. Seimei burned down their house. Seimei burned down Soubi's house. He was going to kill everyone. He was going to go to huge lengths to steal Ritsuka back. He had already gone to great lengths to try to get him back. There was no way out. This entire ordeal hadn't ended with Soubi rescuing Ritsuka, as Ritsuka wished that it had. It had only just started.

Ritsuka stared down at Soubi, the man he loved. He had removed Ritsuka's shirt and was lightly rubbing the bulge in Ritsuka's pants. Ritsuka ran his fingers through Soubi's hair, turned on like never before. Soubi had succeeded in taking Ritsuka's mind off of his mother's death and the seemingly never ending threat of Seimei. He had reminded Ritsuka that no matter what, he would stay with him, even if Seimei tried to tear them apart. Soubi would never leave him. He would always be there to hold Ritsuka when the days got hard. He would always be there to talk to. Ritsuka was no longer going through this alone. He had Soubi.

Ritsuka watched through half-open eyes as the beautiful blonde man on top of him went down on his chest, his talented tongue finding its way to Ritsuka's nipples. Ritsuka's back arched again as Soubi took one into his mouth, his fingers flicking over the right one and his other hand palming Ritsuka through his shorts. He moaned, begging for more, his words coming out in an incomprehensible mess of 'Soubi, Soubi, please'. He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he knew that he wanted something that this man could give him.

"You're already quite hard…" Soubi murmured, switching his hand and his mouth. He gave the same treatment to Ritsuka's other nipple, sucking gently and curling his tongue around the small bud, bringing it quickly to hardness. Ritsuka pressed into his rubbing hand, aching for that touch on his erection, on his skin and not through his clothes.

Soubi seemed to understand and sat back on his knees, giving himself more room to undo the buttons on Ritsuka's shorts and pull them off. He kissed Ritsuka again, and the teens eye's immediately shut when he felt Soubi's tongue slip into his mouth. He tangled his own appendage with his boyfriend's, the movements of their wet organs moving together in a dance. Ritsuka felt Soubi's hand slip into his boxers and take his arousal into his hand. Ritsuka groaned, pulling away from the kiss.

Soubi was wearing too many clothes. Ritsuka was laying on the couch almost naked while Soubi was fully clothed. He tugged at the bottom of Soubi's shirt, hoping that he'd get the point. He did and sat up, pulling his shirt of and then pulling Ritsuka's boxers off. Ritsuka flushed, tempted to squeeze his legs together to hide his arousal, embarrassed by the fact that he was fully exposed. He didn't though, letting Soubi see him naked and exposed.

His Fighter took his hard cock in his hand again, stroking it agonizingly slowly. Ritsuka shook with pleasure, wanting more still. He needed Soubi now. Ritsuka needed to be closer. He whimpered and Soubi picked up his pace, pumping Ritsuka lightly. Ritsuka's hands found their way into Soubi's hair again, looking for something to hold onto. He shook violently and his hips thrusted into Soubi's hand again and again. He made sounds that he didn't even know were possible for a male to make. Those sounds filled the otherwise silent room and the only light came from the lamp beside the couch, bathing them both in a dim yellowy light.

Soubi suddenly sat up, pulling Ritsuka up with him. "What…?" Ritsuka started to say, but stopped when Soubi pulled him into his lap. He sighed, making a low sound as Ritsuka settled down on him. Ritsuka blushed more, realizing that he was seated right over the tent in the blonde's pants. He smiled a little, proud that he could arouse Soubi. "Do you like it when I sit in your lap?" He asked, rocking his hips downwards.

Soubi groaned and then nodded, answering Ritsuka's question. Nervously, Ritsuka undid the button on his jeans, pulling them down and over his hips. He glanced back up at Soubi, wondering what he wanted him to do.

"Do whatever you want," Soubi said reassuringly. Ritsuka smiled and nodded again. He pulled Soubi's pants and boxers off, having to lift himself to do so. He couldn't keep himself from staring at his Fighter's big cock and wondering what he could do to make Soubi moan.

Carefully, Ritsuka lifted himself off of Soubi, lying down next to him on his side so that his head fell in Soubi's lap. He experimentally kissed the head of his erection, extremely satisfied with the low sound Soubi made above him. He kissed down the older man's hot arousal, wrapping his tongue around it occasionally. The sounds Soubi was making encouraged him on, as well as the hand Soubi had in his hair. Ritsuka started to bob his head up and down, feeling Soubi's cock throb in his mouth. He sucked and used his tongue, remembering how Soubi had pleasured him on their first night together.

He was happy that Soubi had taken his mind off of his mother's death, but the sadness of it was still fresh in Ritsuka's mind. Now, at least, he knew that Soubi would help him through it and that he wasn't alone. He wouldn't be alone anymore.

"Ritsuka…" Soubi moaned, his voice low and rough with lust. Ritsuka shivered and continued on, determined to make him come. He felt Soubi reach over and fondle his erection again, rubbing it in his hand. Ritsuka made a sound, causing his lips to vibrate. Soubi just got louder and rubbed Ritsuka harder.

Ritsuka realized with a sudden jolt of excitement that anyone could walk in on them at any time. They weren't in the bedroom; they were doing this out in the open. The others all had keys to this room, and Kiyoshi had said that he'd be back later. Of course, everyone knew that their relationship was sexual since they had heard them the first night, but it still made Ritsuka feel as if they were doing something dangerous and forbidden.

As a few minutes went by, Soubi's breathing got harder and his cock throbbed in Ritsuka's mouth. He sucked harder, knowing that Soubi was close. He could feel his own climax pooling in his stomach, threatening to break free. Ritsuka started teasing the head with his tongue, licking up the clear pre-cum that poured from it. Soubi groaned loudly, thrusting once and filling Ritsuka's mouth with his seed. Ritsuka swallowed, intrigued by its taste.

Soubi sat back, still pumping Ritsuka. He had the boy yelling out his name and grasping onto him with a few carefully timed jerks and strokes. He spilled his semen into Soubi's waiting hand and, breathing hard, he leaned on Soubi in the aftermath. The man slipped his arm around him, lovingly cuddling with him. He put his head on Ritsuka's shoulder, closing his eyes. Ritsuka patted his head, remembering how quickly Soubi had fallen asleep when they had had sex the first time.

"Was that sex?" Ritsuka inquired quietly.

"Yes," Soubi answered after a moment. "It was just non-intrusive. We should go…"

"…To the bed?" Ritsuka finished when Soubi didn't. Soubi nodded and pulled Ritsuka up, tiredly leading him to the bedroom. They cuddled together, snuggling closely under the covers. Ritsuka smiled to himself before falling asleep, remembering how Seimei had never been this warm and comforting. He had always been willing to cuddle, but not like Soubi was.


When Soubi awoke it was well into the afternoon. Ritsuka was curled next to him, naked and very close. Soubi smiled at his sleeping figure and reached over to the bed-stand to check his phone. He found that he had missed a call from Ritsu and there were a couple of angry messages from the dean of the art department in Soubi's university. He ignored them all, not wanting to know what Ritsu wanted and not wanting to hear the dean's raging rants. He was actually surprised that they had gotten his new phone number.

Soubi tossed his phone back onto the table, holding Ritsuka close again. He hoped that he had calmed Ritsuka down enough. Ritsuka had gone along with him and even decided to blow Soubi. Of course, Soubi had thoroughly enjoyed it, but he was happier to see that he had made Ritsuka forget about his troubles for a little while. Ritsuka would still be sad, but perhaps his pain had been eased a little. Ritsuka was starting to stir a little beside him. He opened his eyes slowly, quickly glancing up at Soubi. He sighed, a small smile on his lips. Soubi returned his smile, pressing a kiss against his head.

"Are you okay?" Ritsuka seemed okay, but Soubi still had to ask. Ritsuka could hide his emotions quite well, although Soubi could usually tell that he was doing it.

"I am now," Ritsuka leaned upwards, kissing Soubi lightly on the lips. "Thank you."


I'm sorry this update is late. I did go over this chapter but I don't remember a lot of editing it since I had a horrible headache when doing so, so feel free to point out any and all errors.

So, this is another two part chapter. As I've said before, there's going to be a sequel. There's only going to be one or two more chapters of this. It sort of depends what my word count is. I really want to be the first author to break 100 thousand in the Loveless fandom.

Next chapter? Hopefully soon. I've been feeling a little better lately, and reviews really motivate me to write.

So, review for a sooner update!

~Wolfie