Kissless
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"I don't understand what it is about these manga...the stories hardly sound realistic…"
"And since when did you purchase anime?" Soubi asked, brushing Ritsuka's hair away from his human ear and resting his chin over the teen's shoulder, his eyes wondering over the small black and white panels of the manga that was held open in Ritsuka's hands.
In spite of his all around satisfaction with having the Sacrifice seated between his legs, the small elbows braced upon his knees while the teen was reading a manga…his hands were hardly able to stay braced on the floor for very long. His fingers wanted to touch Ritsuka too badly…
He had a difficult time managing to get Ritsuka to allow him into his room recently, finding the sliding door locked or being chased out by an infuriorated Sacrifice…but the teenager had finally managed to allow him to visit again. Tonight he was fortunate enough for Ritsuka to thoughtlessly sit in between his legs as casually as lovers but he didn't think much of it since he was enveloped in trying to figure out the story behind the borrowed comic.
"I didn't buy this, Yuiko said I should read it and then lent it to me." He said, closing it on one of his fingers and showing him the title of the manga.
Soubi peered over his glasses at the title and smirked. "You realize…that she had lent you a Shojo manga…right?"
"Ah—" Ritsuka looked from behind him at the man to the manga in his hands, his eyes wide. He reopened it and looked at the word bubbles for a moment and then closed it completely, staring straight ahead. "Oh God…"
Soubi chuckled behind him, his arms wrapping around the teen and pulling him against his chest. Ritsuka could feel how his body shook when he laughed and the deep mature chuckles sounded so lulling…it was as if he heard Seimei chuckling again…
Closing his eyes, Ritsuka tilted his head back against Soubi's shoulder as the man lightly brushed his knuckles up and down the right side of his neck. The tickling caress caused Ritsuka's hold on the book to slacken and it soon fell to the floor unnoticed.
The chuckles died away but Ritsuka remained still, enjoying the sensation of the strokes of Soubi's knuckles, they tickled but not so much to make him laugh against his will. His other hand slipped beneath his arms and wrapped around his torso, long fingers able to reach around to his side and stroke him with his thumb.
"Soubi…"
"Yes?"
"We're doing it again…aren't we?" he asked, opening his eyes and the Sentouki craned his neck to meet the gaze.
"What?"
Ritsuka lowered his arms from where they had been braced upon his knees and he rest a hand over the one upon his side. "Nothing…you'd laugh if I told you." He grumbled, his cheeks flushing a little as his ears drooped and Soubi's knuckles stopped their stroking.
"What is it?"
Biting his lip, Ritsuka reached up with his other hand and touched Soubi's face with the tips of his fingers, sliding them along his jaw before pressing his palm lightly upon his cheek. The former stroking hand reached over and took Ritsuka's by the wrist, pressing his lips to the open palm, all the while his intense eyes settled upon Ritsuka's.
The Sacrifice flushed a little deeper, lifting his head and peering off to the side. His bedroom was suddenly beginning to feel like one of the most uncomfortable rooms in his house with the way things were beginning to tense up between the two males. This wasn't the time for him to be caught with an older man in such a position with him by his mother...even though the favorite foods tests were being passed by now, his mother still denied him the chance of being accepted…
"Ritsuka?"
He pulled his hand out of Soubi's grip, removing the other and folding his arms across his chest, drawing up his knees and compacting himself to the point that the only parts of Soubi he could feel was his body heat and insides of his thighs. He was so close to the most intimate part of his Sentouki's body but he was just too frightened to be any nearer to it…his mother would catch him...and he would be hurt again…as he was hurt when she discovered that he had snuck out to see Soubi.
Just the thought reminded him of the bandage plastered to his neck on the other side…he hoped that Soubi hadn't noticed it; otherwise another thread of restraint from silencing his mother would sever.
"We're always together like this…and…I was wondering if you were ever tired of it."
"No." Soubi said, resting his hands on Ritsuka's shoulder blades. "I'm not tired of this."
Soubi whispered coaxingly into Ritsuka's ear and the teen slowly uncurled himself, once again leaning back against Soubi's chest, his hand over the Sentouki's as it wrapped around his waist once more.
"In fact…I prefer it this way." He whispered against one of the soft cat ears, making Ritsuka flush again but he stayed still against him.
They sat there in silence for what felt like ages, Soubi's lulling warmth making up for his lack of words. Ritsuka was hardly aware of the room around him as he relaxed there, the comfortable warmth in contrast with the sharp chill of early winter that seemed to penetrate the walls of his home and try to freeze him.
"Kiio wants me to do a painting for one of his clients…" Soubi said suddenly, breaking the silence with the cutting power of his words.
"What of?" he asked, craning his neck to look at the Fighter.
"A butterfly…"
"A butterfly? Why a butterfly?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Soubi shrugged a little, "I don't know…but since I wasn't told what to paint, the way the picture will turn out will be at my leisure…" he reached up, running his fingertips lightly about the teen's jaw, making him close his eyes. Just as your outcome is always based upon what I do to you…whether it is words or a simple stroke of your skin…
He bent his head down and before Ritsuka could straighten his head, he kissed him lightly.
I want to hear your spell…
He held Ritsuka's head with his hand against his cheek, his other hand smoothing up his back and running into his hair, making the teen turn slightly, twisting towards the man in order to meet with the Sentouki's lips more and more effectively.
Let me hear the spell what will bind you to me…and chain my life to you…
Timidly moving his lips against Soubi's, Ritsuka eased his mouth open and carefully lapped into the Sentouki's own mouth but Soubi lowered a hand to his shoulder and pulled away.
"Not tonight, Ritsuka…" he said quietly. Not until you say it…
Ritsuka stared up at him a moment before lowering his head, his body tensing as he pulled away from Soubi and got to his feet, hiding his eyes behind his bangs. The man watched his Sacrifice warily as he stood there with his hands balled into fists. He reached out for his hand.
Just say it, Ritsuka…
He slapped the man's hand away.
"Not tonight? W-What did you think I was doing?" he asked, gritting his teeth, "I-I finally wanted…I thought it was what—"
Soubi stood up, peering down at Ritsuka sympathetically. "I'm sorry…Ritsuka."
"Shut up!" he shouted, his shoulders shaking, "Y-You need to go home…you have a painting to work on…"
"Ritsuka."
"Go home!"
Soubi sighed, "Understood…"
Turning away from Ritsuka, he approached the back window and pushed it open. He peered back over his shoulder at the teen, he was looking up at him again, his eyes wide with what looked like fear. Did he really want the Sentouki to leave?
I…don't know what to do…I don't want Soubi to leave…but I can't figure out what he meant when I wanted to kiss him…
He looked up at the window where Soubi had been standing…
…he was gone…
Gritting his teeth, Ritsuka crouched in the middle of his room, holding himself tightly as his eyes stung, the stinging pains were as if Soubi had struck him in the face just by leaving him alone in his room and disappearing into the night. His flight out of the window as silently and as gracefully as a butterfly taking wing from the petals of a flower. Mysterious, graceful, and dangerous…so dangerous…he was as dangerous to the body as he was dangerous to Ritsuka's heart.
Hot tears managed to struggle past Ritsuka's barriers and he flinched as two prominent drops rolled down his cheeks, leaving burning trails…they felt like fire compared to the gentle warmth of Soubi's body…it was a contrast as if he had been seated by the fireplace basking in the warmth but then thrown into the flames.
Soubi was fire…he was fire in his veins and it was scorching his heart every day…
"Sou—bi..." he squeaked to himself through his tightening chest, "Come...come back."
Soubi…Soubi…I…I love you…Soubi…
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((I hope it was ok. I wanted Ritsuka to admit it to himself before he told Soubi. Don't worry, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon and I hope it will be satisfactory since it may be the last one...I'm not certain whether to make this the final close encounter or not. Please review to help me find out. Thank you for your suppourt so far.))
