The hours after were silent and yet deafening. The truth of Ritsuka's word's had blown the ground beneath Seimei's feet right out from under him.

He stood wit his back against the wall, arms crossed. The sound of running water filled the room and caused Seimei to sneer. Soubi was showering. He had demanded that his fighter be clean when they did this, even though Soubi was never dirty.

The moment the shower had stopped, Seimei's tail flicked, showing his irritation. The man came out, wrapped only in a towel, his glasses already on the bedside table.

Seimei watched, noticing how Soubi never once looked at him, instead, finding the carpet to his left more fascinating. This cased a crude grin to form. A few years ago Soubi had been begging for a fuck, now he was acting like a reluctant victim. Well, that was both of them now.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice cold.

Soubi obeyed instantly, walking over to the bed and dropping the towel before laying down, facing the ceiling, his eye distant in a way to try and force his mind away from the situation.

Still sneering, Seime's K-9's ground together, hating ever muscled sign of perfection of his fighter. The only thing that made him give a cold and dead smile was the harsh shredding of Beloved's mark upon his neck.

Seimei discarded his shirts, pants and boxers quickly, not taking any time to think about this. Hard, cold, and mean, Seimei crawled onto the bed and straddled Soubi's form. Looking down, he saw the man not looking at him. Letting out a growl, Seimei slammed him hard across the face. "Look at me dammit."

Head snapping towards the other, Soubi's eyes stared passed him with a dull and dead look. "Yes Master," he answered in an equally dead tone that made Seimei's skin crawl.

With another sneer, he moved down Soubi's body, taking great delight in the bruises that had formed from today and other days. He forced the other's legs apart and positioned himself. After all, if he was going to be forced to do this, he was going to be in control. Without any preparation or lube, Seimei snapped his hips forward and forced his way into Soubi, the muscles tearing in his wake.

Seimei would never take more delight in another sound- except Ritsuka's bed sounds- then he would from Soubi's ear shattering scream of pain.

Even as blood passed as Seimei pulled out, he didn't stop as he forced his way back in, ignoring the other's heart wrenching sobs and pleas for him to stop.

He continued until he felt a tingle and knew his ears and tail had fallen off as he released himself into the still sobbing form of his fighter.

Grimacing at the mess he made and the face and tears of the man beneath him, Seimei punched Soubi. "Are you crying," he asked in a deathly whisper. "And you call yourself a fighter? I guess I'll just have to punish you until you never cry again, won't I?" and with an evil smirk, He pulled out and slammed into his unwilling partner once more, torturing him in a new and much more fun way. As more blood and tears spilt that night, Seimei's smile only grew, as did their power.

XxXxXxXx

Yuki stared down at his sacrifice, his left hand caressing his face. "Ritsuka… you don't have to do this. We can defeat them."

The sacrifice smiled a genuine smile that only Yuki saw now a days and said, "I know." He leaned up and kissed the half naked man. "I'm not doing this for them Yuki." He smiled and returned the caress, taking great pleasure in the way Yuki leaned into his hand and nuzzled it. "I want to do this. For me." He paused, "And you."

Which was true. In the time that Loveless spent time training, they grew closer together as the bond worked it's magic on the pair. It had taken months for Ritsuka to trust Yuki, but once he had voiced his doubts at Yuki during once of his temper tantrums, he had explained to his sacrifice that the bond only intensified the feelings that were buried deep within them, as they were destined for each other. And the bond stopped forcing feelings when both accepted it and made an effort to grow closer on their own. Sure enough, the bond that held them together became unnoticeable to them as a new, and purely emotional bond formed naturally between them. Yuki took care of Ritsuka at every moment and taught him everything he wanted. He would even go so far as to hurt him in lessons, not holding back just like he wanted. It had taken even longer for Ritsuka to feel secure enough in their relationship to tell him about the cuts and his fascination and dependence on pain.

Ritsuka didn't think he was ever see Yuki cry so much in his life. The older man has simply pulled Ritsuka into a hug and hadn't let him go until the early hours of the morning. The weeks turned into more months as he tried to break his sacrifice of the habit. Although a tough and hard road, they had reached it together. One of the many things they had done together. And tonight, they would do another thing, together, and only for each other.

"I love you Yuki," Ritsuka said, the truth of his statement clear in his eyes. "And I want you to prove hat you love me to. Make love to me." He whispered the last part as he let the older man go and laid back, throwing a seductive look- that only came out as adorable- at him.

Yuki groaned at the words. "You have no idea what you do to me do you?" He asked at last, shedding his cloths and leaning over the most precious thing in his world.

"I have an idea," Ritsuka replied, grinning.

Yuki let out a breathless laugh and leaned in to kiss his lover. "I love you Ritsuka."

Taking his time, Yuki prepared his virginal lover with a gentleness that nearly brought tears to Ritsuka's eyes. When they finally connected, they slowly and passionately made love all night long.

XxXxXxXxXx

Neither noticed an explosion of power rising across the city, too focused and engrossed in their own actions, the power mistaken for heat as their own grew to match and surpass that of the other.

Beloved didn't stand a chance.