He was gorgeous. Skintight black leather pants with dark green lace, an unnecessary belt hanging lazily on his hips, shifting with ever step. An impossibly small top comfortably resting just two inches above his waist, once again with green crisscrossed lace everywhere his skin showed, everywhere but the sides. Alternating black and green bracelets skillfully set on his wrists. A black choker complemented his elegant neck with a green butterfly to the side. The whole outfit was perfect to say the least, showing enough skin to be provocative but not suggestive, hugging the skin tight enough to display how slender he was, but in all the right places to show he was most certainly not a child. Not to mention the way the leather accentuated the subtle curve of his hips. So yes, he was gorgeous. But as he stood in front of me, picking at a bandage on his cheek absent mindedly, I noticed one thing above all others: Ritsuka was unbearably hot and didn't even notice. He didn't stand with his hips jutted out to the side teasingly, or lick his lips suggestively like some women shamelessly do when I catch his eye. Instead, he stood straight as a stick, one arm stuck awkwardly behind him and the other busy scratching at that bandage. He was totally oblivious to the fact that he was lovely, and for some reason that cluelessness made him all the sexier.
"Soubi," he said, looking at me from the side, speaking quietly so that only I could hear. "Soubi, everyone's staring at me."
I looked around and smiled. He was right. The whole room had almost completely turned when the two of us walked in. It was only for a moment then until the attention switched to me, but now that all the happy birthdays were dished out, people were free to shift their attention back to Ritsuka. Men and women alike were staring unabashedly.
I wondered if Ritsuka was used to this. It was normal for him, I supposed, to feel a tad bit out of place. Everyone there at the party was a university student and he was barely a high school student, yet he was getting these… looks. Perhaps he didn't know how to interpret them. I wondered if letting him come was a good idea or not, but what would my birthday be without him? I took his hand and led him toward the kitchen.
"Let's find Kio."
He didn't resist as we bustled through the crowd, his hand in mine, making a beeline for Kio's kitchen. There was sure to be no one there. He hates when people skulk around while he's trying to cook.
As soon as I opened the door, my senses were filled with pure ecstasy. I instantly recognized all of my favorite foods. I wasn't hungry, though. I glanced back at Ritsuka who was watching Kio busily prepare food for everyone.
"Soubi, I'm thirsty," he said as he turned to leave. "I'll find you later. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," he said warningly.
As he walked away, I reached out for his arm and pulled him to me, giving him an open-mouthed kiss. "Is that an order, Ritsuka?" I smiled.
He blushed and mumbled, "I'll be right back."
I turned to an irritated looking Kio. He opened his mouth to speak.
"If my cake falls because of you, birthday boy or not, I'll kill you."
"It couldn't possibly fall with all the love you stuffed into it, right?" I retorted, smirking. He smiled back, walking up to give me a tight hug. It was nice, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, his head resting comfortably on my chest. He was mumbling something incoherent.
"Kio?" I pulled him away and was met with a tear-stained face. "Don't tell me you're getting all emotional. I'm only one more year older."
He looked puzzled. "What? No," he said. "It's just…" he sniffled and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. "It's just that you're so much warmer."
I stared at him, slightly confused. He chuckled and clarified. "Happier, I mean. I'm really glad. You're much happier."
When I simply stood there, not knowing what to say, he turned back to tend to the food. He opened the oven and stuck a fork in the cake, seeing if it was done. "Hey Sou-chan," he said. "I can't believe it, can you?"
"Hm? Believe what?" I inquired.
"That kid," he continued. "He looks like a fucking demigod. Who knew he had it in him? Now that he's older, I think it's okay for me to say this—"
"Watch it, Kio."
"What? It's information solely for your benefit."
"No thanks, Kio."
"Okay…" He mumbled quickly, trying to get it all out before I could interrupt him. "I was just going to say that with a body like that he could go on for hours not to mention his long legs that could most likely inspire the destruction of the pyramids and make even pharaohs give up the afterlife in exchange for a few minutes in a dark room with him alright so cake's done!" He quickly wrapped it up and turned away.
"Pyramids and pharaohs, eh?" It was amusing the analogies he came up with.
"Fine, ignore that part. But seriously, Sou-chan." He turned to face me as he spoke. "Young plus drop-dead sexy equals fun. If you train him right, just imagine the stamina he'd build." He started nodding in content agreement with himself, speaking in a very matter of fact tone. "Yep, Sou-chan. Hours and hours of fun."
"Hey," I grinned at his shamelessness, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "I already know that."
"Wait a second... You didn't—but—his ears are—you couldn't—" he sputtered, eyes as big as saucers.
"No, I didn't Kio."
"Don't lie to me you bastard!"
"Stop yelling, Kio. I'm not lying. You saw his ears."
"They could be fake! They sell those now, you know."
"I doubt they would produce ones to match his hair color so dead-on, right? It's like, black-purple. No one else is like that."
He ignored me. "I wouldn't put it beneath you if you did take them, you filthy pervert! If you need someone to have your way with, I'm available any time, but not the kid! He's young and innocent and sexy and innocent!"
"I'm not a pervert, Kio," I stated, cutting his monologue short. He just sort looked at me for a while, then turned back to cooking.
"On any note," he said. "He's been gone for quite a bit. I'd go see if he ran into any trouble if I were you."
I chuckled nervously. "Why would he get into trouble?" It didn't add up, what he was saying. It was a birthday party, not a dance club. "This is your place, Kio. Everyone respects you. No one would try anything."
He turned around, shooting me a look of disbelief. "Naivety must be contagious. Don't be an idiot, go look for him!" I didn't understand his urgency.
He all but shoved me out of the door. I didn't have the mind to argue.
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After combing through the crowd for a few minutes, then I felt it. Certain experiences are impossible to explain, like attempting to tell of color to a person who has never experienced sight. It's something up close and personal. I heard him call my name, but there was no actual sound. It was more like… a sort of pang at my heart. His desperation made me feel thinner and panicked, made my heart race. I was excited, thrilled even! Every emotion my sacrifice wanted to convey to me resounded clearly in my heart, forming a coherent message. To be connected: it's surreal in the most satisfying of ways.
I placed my hand on the knob of one of Kio's doors and felt the same pang again screaming, "Correct!" I burst through the door—was it locked? It didn't resist much—and saw the source of my master's distress.
Or… I thought I did. For a split second, I thought I did see it. But it passed, submitted to the image of him sitting on the bed. I found it odd that his shirt was off, and there was a thin sheet of sweat covering him for some reason. He was shaking.
"Hey, Soubi!" He extended his arms to me and beckoned me closer. He pulled me into a kiss, roughly plunging his tongue into my mouth. Finally Ritsuka was showing the aggression I knew he was capable of. But I'll admit, it was a bit sudden. I wondered what was up…
While I was distracted with my thoughts, Ritsuka so boldly wrapped his legs tightly around my waist and began grinding, making the kiss deeper. "Soubi…" he moaned, splaying out his fingers to yank my shirt over my head. I could swear his voice set fire to my veins, sent chills down my spine. I sucked on his neck just where I knew it would drive him wild, the sensitive place directly where his shoulders meet, and he rewarded me by digging his fingers painfully into my shoulders, moaning louder, hips undulating with even more force.
"Soubi, please," he breathed, pushing me away and over to my back. He was on top of me in a matter of seconds, fumbling with my pants and rocking hard on my lap in slow, deep thrusts. When he at last managed to unbutton and unzip my pants, I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. I didn't want him to know how much I was enjoying this.
He smiled. "Do you like it, Soubi?" His smile only grew wider as he elicited a lengthy moan. I couldn't help it! His hands had found their way inside my jeans and around my impossibly hard member, giving it firm pumps in time with his thrusts.
I couldn't let him continue. Wouldn't let him continue. I would never let him be tainted in such a way.
But those thoughts were only on one side of my mind. The other was preoccupied with how unbelievably satisfying Ritsuka's ministrations felt. It was like the ultimate battle between good and evil raging in my cerebral cortex, and poor me was just sort of there, waiting for one side to win.
Luckily, I didn't have to make a choice. Ritsuka's movements stopped on it's own accord. He pulled his fingers away and licked them, sucked them, one by one, which may or may not have been the most erotic sight I've ever beheld. Ever.
He reached the last digit still dripping with my precum and paused. He leaned forward, that ever-present smile still plastered on his face, and offered his pinky to me.
For the oddest reason, my body refused to move. In my mind I had already given into his teasing, but in actuality I was just staring at him. He shrugged as if to say "suit yourself," and continued to snack on the delight. He made loud, suggestive sucking sounds and moans, and when he was done, he pulled out his finger in such a way that it made an obscene pop noise. He grinned wider at that.
He leaned forward into a kiss again, this time softer but just as urgent. His lips moved gracefully against mine. His tongue played with mine slowly, every once in a while retreating to lick his moist lips, or pulling back to make room so he could nip at mine.
After a while, he pulled away, wiping the corners of his mouth where saliva had accumulated, panting wildly. He had to catch his breath before he spoke.
"Soubi," he breathed, voice dripping with pure and unhidden lust tinged with something alien to my ears. "Soubi please," he continued, lying flush on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking to each other in a mess of heat and moisture. His legs were wide apart, creating subtle friction between the two of us as he barely, just barely, rolled his hips against mine.
It took him to start nibbling on my earlobe where he pierced me—a place he knew as a tried-and-true fact could turn me as compliant as a wet noodle—for me to realize where he was going with this.
I grabbed hold of his hips and lifted him off me, him still smiling.
"Ritsuka, what are you doing?" I asked.
One of his ears twitched as his grin turned cold. "Don't ask foolish questions," he spit out at me like venom. "I thought you'd get the hint. I want you to fuck me. Tonight. Take my ears, because I don't want them anymore. Think of it as your birthday present."
And with that he said nothing else.
He lied on his back submissively, legs sprawled apart and arms over his head. His breathing was irregular, eyes hazed over. "Well. Go on," he said plainly.
"It will hurt," I warned.
"Good." That smile again, this one heavy and bitter. "Go ahead and hurt me. Tear me apart."
He looked up into my eyes, all defiance and lust and aggression. "Soubi," he finished. "That's an order."