The long-awaited third chapter has finally made it. I hope you guys like it. Thank you for the reviews.


Touchless


"Ritsuka?"

"What is it?"

"What are you working on?"

"A report on Nichi."

"Nichi? Quite a topic to do a report on…"

"I read a lot of his stuff when I was younger." He said, typing out some more information over the processor. "I like it. So I based this report on it."

"I see…"

Soubi fished through his pockets, fingers searching for a lighter until they finally coiled around it. His gaze shifted to the window as he ignited it, lighting the tip of a slightly bent cigarette that had been the last one in the box he had crammed into his pocket earlier that day. He was still smoking too much but as long as the window was open, Ritsuka didn't complain that much.

Inhaling the killing substance, Soubi leaned his head back onto the mattress of Ritsuka's bed.

"Your mother went out?"

"Yeah." Ritsuka said, his typing slowing a little. He seemed to be reaching a block in his writing. "She wanted to see my father."

His typing sped up again.

Peering over at the teen hunched over the computer, Soubi removed the cigarette from between his lips, holding it between his fingers as he drew up a knee, bracing his elbow upon it. All the while his striking gaze remained on Ritsuka as he worked away at the computer. He didn't mind it though…it was nice being able to watch the high school student work. Less yelling this way.

Ritsuka's tail twitched from side to side as he concentrated, the black fur glossy in the ceiling light and looking taunting for Soubi to stroke it. But he knew better…Ritsuka had been bitter towards him whenever he saw him ever since the amusement park incident. It was probably because he came on too strong in a public place. The Sacrifice was always testy about public displays of affection…

"Hey, Soubi…"

"Yes?"

When he lifted his gaze, Ritsuka had turned in his chair slightly, he was pulling his legs around and now facing him the best he could. He gripped the back of his chair as his ears drooped, the screen behind him was blank, meaning he had shut down the computer in the time that Soubi took looking at his tail.

"Back then…at the Amusement Park…did you…do anything like that…with Seimei?"

Arching an eyebrow at this question, Soubi turned his head forward, taking a drag of his cigarette and watching the smoke as he slowly exhaled.

"No." he said earnestly, "Seimei wasn't into that sort of thing."

What looked like relief crossed the teen's face as he turned back around in his chair, staring at the black screen. "Good…"

"Why do you ask?"

He didn't answer.

"Ritsuka?"

"Forget it…" he murmured, resting his elbows upon his desk and supporting his chin in his palms.

"Ritsuka…"

"Shut up!" he said sharply, closing his eyes as he grit his teeth, the short fuse was about to ignite the explosive. "I was…just curious…"

Soubi stared for a while, holding the shortening cigarette between his fingers, hardly noticing that it was growing closer to the filter as he continued to ignore it. The curiosity of Ritsuka…that was something he hadn't seen for some time now. Ritsuka could always figure it out on his own or Agatsuma would just have to explain it to him…but this was a nice change.


Ritsuka sighed, touching his face.

Soubi wore him out…he always wore him out; the man was hazardous to his health!

Hearing something move behind him, Ritsuka didn't bother to look but a moment later he found himself encircled by a pair of long arms and a face was nestling against his neck, nose grazing his skin and breath tickling the sensitive flesh.

"S-Soubi…" he squeaked, immediately embarrassed by the mousy sound that came out of his own mouth.

"I love you, Ritsuka…"

He stiffened as lips grazed his neck, hands moving up his chest from behind and combing fingers up into his hair, the tips touching the base of his ears.

It's in the way…this chair, your clothes…this skin…all of it is in the way…it's what separates you and me from our name…

"W-What are you doing?" Ritsuka asked, trying to turn his head to look over his shoulder but there was the fact that there was a mouth giving his neck quite a bit of attention that made the task even more difficult then he wanted it to be. "S-Stop…"

Soubi coaxed the teen's head to tilt further to the side, running the tip of his tongue up his neck and nipping at his human earlobe.

"A-At least let me face you!" he snapped, jerking away from the Fighter's hands and spinning around in his chair, glaring at him as he roughly wiped his neck in spite of the fact that there wasn't any wet there.

"Yes…Master…" Soubi said, standing up and leaning over the catboy, his glasses flashed in the light of Ritsuka's lamp as he leaned down closer.

Ritsuka closed his eyes as he found his mouth taken over by the Sentouki's own manipulative lips. The smell of cigarettes filled his nose and he wanted to cough but he couldn't at the same time. He squeezed his eyes tight shut as he felt his lips yield to Soubi's and his mouth was coaxed open within moments. As soon as he yielded, he lapped at the mouth over his timidly at first before he felt the chair roll back and inch, the back colliding with the desk.


Soubi had braced his hands on the armrests of Ritsuka's chair when he leaned over and to keep his hands to himself when he kissed the Sacrifice…but when he felt the tongue graze his own, he lost his balance and the chair collided with the desk but now Soubi's hands were cupping the teen's face, he could feel him writhe in the deskchair, his legs bumping his own, back arching against the tilted back of the chair. The way he craned his head to try and reach if he tried to be playful and put a little distance between them…the playfulness didn't last long...

Wrestling his mouth away, Soubi panted a little as Ritsuka's hands clung to his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around his neck, licking his earlobe and biting it lightly as he had done earlier, this time it was like a pinch since his earrings were in the way. He ran a hand down Ritsuka's side and around to his back, looping the arm about him and pulling him out of the chair onto his feet as he took a step back.

Touching his face with his free hand, Soubi smiled down at the teenager, though his height was improving, he still had the advantage…

"I love you."

Ritsuka bit his bottom lip a moment before he reached up and lightly touched the Fighter's bandages around his neck to hide the name. He lightly trailed his fingers down his chest, fingering a button on his shirt and looking at it in silence.

"My…ears…" he murmured.

Smiling lightly, the Sentouki kissed his forehead and embraced him, bracing a hand on the back of his head.

"If that is what you wish…" he said, removing a hand from the embrace and taking off his glasses. "I am yours. I will do anything for you, Ritsuka."

Ritsuka wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down a little and buried his face into his shoulder.

"I don't care…I don't want to think about it anymore…I don't want to think!"

Soubi smiled.

"Then…don't think at all."

He smoothed his hands up and down the teen's back a moment and then probed one beneath his shirt. The Sacrifice gasped, jumping from the sudden hand on his bare back but he didn't push Soubi away.

Instead he let him straighten up, pressing his forehead against his collarbone and hesitantly unfastened one of the fighter's shirt buttons.

Don't think…let your body do what feels right…


Feeling the shirt loosen around Soubi, he lifted his head, peering down at the bare chest down to the visible navel and then back up. He curiously touched the lightly defined muscles of Soubi's stomach and grazed his nails upwards, noticing how the muscles instinctively quivered from the scratching touch. He could see white lines fading immediately from the trails his nails left behind.

Leaning into him, Ritsuka kissed lightly at Soubi's collarbone just as he felt his shirt being pulled upwards, his own hands pushing Soubi's over his shoulders, his moving arms making it difficult ro remove it any further so his hands ran down the flesh and around to the back that he couldn't see.

"Ritsuka…"

He heard Soubi's voice come out in a struggled way…was it because of his wondering hands? What was it that made his voice come out so struggled like that?

He pressed himself into him, clinging to him, his hiked up shirt letting his own bare stomach press against Soubi's. He swallowed as Soubi pulled it up further, making him lift his arms and it was gone…Soubi's shirt slid to a puddle behind him shortly afterwards.

Hands touching, fingers exploring, the two caught one another's mouthes on every opportune occasion but neither moved to remove the final items that separated them from one another. Ritsuka's skin flushed from Soubi's kisses, Soubi's ragged breathing from Ritsuka's touch…neither of them wanted to stop…but apparently there was someone out there who wanted them to…

Soubi froze, releasing Ritsuka, the teen's mood immediately cooling off as they both looked at the phone sitting on Ritsuka's desk, the rings a beautiful and yet aggravating sound while the little light flashed on Soubi's phone.

Bending down, Soubi picked up his shirt and went to the phone, picking it up and answering as casually as if he had just been sitting there smoking all this time.

Ritsuka despised the phone…but most of all…he despised himself for letting himself give in.


"You can't move forward unless you've established that he loves you, Soubi-kun."

Soubi frowned at the teacher's voice on the other end of the line but when he glanced over towards Ritsuka, the teen was already pulling his shirt back on over his head, checking his bandages to make sure that they were still in place.

"Do you understand, Soubi-kun?"

"I understand." He said quietly and hung up on him, pocketing the phone as he turned back to Ritsuka.

"What'd they want?" he asked, his voice a little annoyed.

"Kiio wants me to pick up some art supplies that he's been holding onto for months. He said to do it now before he forgot again." He lied, pulling his shirt on before falling still, looking at the disgruntled teenager standing before him.

"Then go get it…" he growled, "I don't want to see you."

"Understood…" he said, walking past the Sacrifice towards the window, "I love you, Ritsuka."


As he disappeared out the window, Ritsuka pulled his deskchair back out and sank into it, moments later, he cursed at himself…and dropped his head onto the desk.

I don't want it…I don't want to feel like that…but I can't help it when you touch me like that. Why do you have to touch me like that?

Soubi…


Author's Note:

How was it? I hope it was ok. I admit, once again I leave you guys hanging. Sorry about that. I hope I can get up the next chapter soon. Please review.