creators_soul

Loveless - RP TAG

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 05:19:09 GMT

Soubi stood quietly, the coat pulled over his slender body as his eyes gazed quietly towards the window on the second floor. A dim light could be seen through the curtains. The young boy was still awake. A soft smile brushed past his own lips as he dropped his half smoked cigarette to the ground. The boy never liked it when Soubi smoked. Even five years down the track...five years since they first met...he still didn't like it when Soubi smoked. He smiled again at that thought. He'd been adorable...all the way until now.

Even after everything they had been through.

The man moved over to the side of the house, his hands rising softly before him as he closed his eyes, summoning a soft word spell as he stood. He wanted to see Ritsuka today.

TAG - Fruits Basket

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 05:07:36 GMT

The silver haired boy sat quietly on his bed, one leg pulled against his chest as the other fell lazily towards the ground. His back pressed against the cool wall behind him as he stared out the window. It must be nice to be free. a soft sigh almost left his lips as his mind churned over the orders which had been told to him over the telephone. He shouldn't have answered it. He could have just avoided it; he didn't know...or he wasn't home. Or he was busy. Studying. It was time to go..."home".

It was such a horrible thought. Leaving a comfortable place like this to return to a place which was rightfully his home. He didn't quite understand the concept and he didn't really want to put much thought into it. The boy brushed the silver strange from his face as he pulled himself to his feet and decided that it was probably time to face his demons. He'd had a wonderful time here...with everyone. Even his brother and Kyo didn't quite get on his nerves so much anymore. Well...Kyo maybe. He walked slowly over towards his table, eyes trailing over each item and calculating its worth.

Was there anything he wanted to take back with him?

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:27:21 GMT

Journal dead =D with the new LJ tagging system all the fics that I create will be posted to my regular LJ now because it's all easily sorted out.

nekomiao

have fun.

For peach_ponta

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 02:48:24 GMT

Jitters were still running their way up and down his spine as Echizen Ryoma sat in on the cold bench of the van they were all forced onto. Suddenly the idea of bringing so much luggage seemed a bad idea. I'll probably be forced to leave a lot of it behind when I get off this stupid truck. He leaned back a little and quietly eyed the others that sat around him. Some seemed scared, others he couldn't tell. He idly wondered if he himself appeared to be frightened by the situation. He should be. It's not often you're forced onto an island and fight for survival.

All creations conjured by the sick minds of crazy adults. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a quiet breath, trying to calm his nerves in vain. This entire situation was stupid. There had to be a way out of this. It had always been this school or that school on television...and now all the tennis clubs? Briefly his mind turned to Kevin. Had Kevin managed to get away? Please let him be okay...it's all his own stupid fault that someone not even in their school got involved in this stupid game.

Across from Ryoma, Momoshiro Takeshi sat with his eyes closed, arms folded across his chest. Inside, he was terrified. Thoughts ran through his mind of the people he'd have to kill if he ever saw them - friends he'd have to kill - and he silently prayed he never did.

However, on the outside, Momo looked calm, and that's how he wanted it. His main concern at the moment was to get his bags, get out of the truck, and find a place to hide his stuff and take time to think out this situation. Violet eyes opened slightly for a moment, regarding the boy across him before shutting again. Maybe he could team up with Echizen for a bit. The boy had to be scared, especially being so young. Hell, worse came to worse, he could kill him and take his--

What the hell is wrong with you?! His mind screamed, and he shook his head a little. No, he wouldn't think about that right now. Shelter first, then the game.

Sighing quietly once more, Ryoma leaned back against the side of the truck, allowing all the bumps of the road to pass through his body; forcing himself to feel each and every one of them. Anything to get back to a normal life, anything to make this entire situation go away. But he wouldn't break down. He couldn't. Eyes closed tightly, Ryoma bit his lower lip whilst his fists clenched around the palm pilot that lay on his lap. His instinct was to hurl this contraption out the window. Rip this cold metallic chain from around his neck. They're toying with us...like animals...

The chills...the fear, everything was beginning to affect him already and the first day hadn't even started. Not knowing where they're going...not knowing what's going to happen when they reached their destination. Some kind of manhunt for children. As much as Ryoma liked to believe he was mature...that he was even adult-like...he felt so small...he even wished he was back at home...in mum's arms..being belittled by his stupid father. I'm going to reach higher and further than you ever went. So much for that.

Momo debated whether or not to speak up as he gave a glance around the van, maybe even push for something normal - a joke, something that would make everyon laugh - but thought against it. He doubted even Eiji-senpai or Taka-san would be in the mood.

If I see them again, I'll have to kill them. He frowned, opening his eyes. Frankly, he didn't want to have to kill anyone. He wished he was home, dealing with his annoying siblings, being tricked into babysitting duty by his mother...but everytime he tried to imagine it, to forget the dark, dingy interior of the truck, the vehicle would go over a bump and bring him back to the present.

It almost seemed like the truck ride would never end until they truck came to a lurching stop, sending his palm pilot skittering to the floor.

Without saying a word, the boy reached down and picked up the device, tossing it carelessly back to the owner. "They're only issuing one of these, sempai." The tension in the air could almost be felt in the truck as he said those words. Ryoma felt as if even speaking to another person was too much of a betrayal to himself. Can you really trust any of the people in this truck. They played tennis together almost every day after school, even though not many of them even attended classes themselves, tennis was special somehow. Everyone still went to those clubs.

Instinctively, Ryoma reached down to his tennis bag and clutched onto it, his fingers digging into the material. Breaking down in the van would be a bad idea. Hopefully their dropoff point would provide some good cover and he'd be able to quickly find a place to hide.

Stumbling to catch the device, Momo shot a glare at Ryoma, then stood up, hefting his bags onto one shoulder. "Thanks, brat." He muttered, then turned to wait for his name to be called.

He didn't respond to the curt response. As much as he enjoyed spending time with Momo during the school term and the amount of meals they shared afterwards...everyone was feeling a little high-strung. Ryoma would have liked to believe that their relationship was strong enough to survive the stupidity of this game but he wasn't one to leave things to hope. Much like he wanted to hope that his parents were against him being carted to participate in this game...but he didn't want to be disappointed.

I don't want to play. Neither do all the other students on this island. I don't want to die. Nobody does...Ryoma let his head drop into his hands, his fingers rubbing into his eyes. Maybe, just maybe if he prayed enough then time would stop and everyone would be able to come together and forumlate a plan to escape. Maybe god will strike the island with a lightening bolt and alleviate everyone from their misery. Or maybe little angels will flutter down and sprinkle love and happiness over the world.

...I'm going to die...here...aren't I?

Fooor mysticaldragon

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 02:46:26 GMT

Yuki stood quietly by the window of the classroom, his soft eyes watching out into the courtyard. School hadn't begun yet, but today was going to be different from usual class. Another exchange student. Everyone as usual was excited about the new addition, and as usual Yuki was chosen to show the way around the grounds. Trusty, dependable Yuki. The position he had worked so hard to claim...although these situations were always a bother. If the new exchange student was a girl, this situation could get downright messy. Kyo was right...going to a co-ed school was dangerous, but to get away from Akito's hold, this was what he wanted.

Well, it doesn't matter either way now. The day had begun and he was here, already waiting for the new classmate to show up. He had already mapped out in his mind some places to show the student around to and some of the most well known teachers that the new student should know about. Aside from that though....well he was open to suggestions. The matters that troubled him presently were more about how Kyo was treating Tohru. Leaving for school early is always such a hassle.

Caelyn paused in front of the closed door of the classroom. Gray, almost silver looking, eyes glanced down at the number that was written on a partially crinkled sheet of paper. Well, I guess this is where I'm supposed to be... The teen rapped on the door before sliding it open. "You're Yuki, aren't you?" he asked the boy standing at the window. The door closed quietly behind him as the blue-haired teen made his way to the other side of the room. "I'm Caelyn." he stated before bowing politely to the other.

Pushing himself so he was fully balanced on his feet, Yuki smiled softly at the newcomer. Very polite, yes this was definitely better than the situation which had been playing in his mind. Bowing in return, Yuki spoke in his gentle voice. "Yes, Sohma Yuki. I've been assigned to show you around." He turned a little and eyed the room they were currently standing in. "This is our homeroom. So if you ever do get lost, you can always come back here and find someone to help you. " Purple eyes flicked out the window once more, as if trying to see if any other people had arrived before moving gracefully over towards the entrance of the classroom. "Before the hallways become overcrowded, I'll show you the places you need to know."

It felt odd being in a uniform once again. For most of his schooling, he'd been taught by his mother at home. It was easier than having to enroll into a new school every few months when his father was transferred. Though it looked like this time was going to be permanent for a while. His father wasn't coming home this time. He raised a hand to idlely finger the dog tags that hung around his neck beneath his uniform top. Caelyn smiled back at the other. "I'd appeciate that, thank you."

Hesitantly moving out into the halls and eyeing the hallways to make sure any unsuspecting people...namely girls... weren't going to jump out, Yuki stepped out, waiting for the young boy to join him. His eyes flicked quietly towards the boy's movements, wondering what the boy was playing with but saying nothing about them. He didn't need to know. Yuki moved slowly down the hall, not wanting to rush Caelyn, pointing out certain things like the chemistry lab and the library. "The school isn't really that big. You'll get used to it rather quickly. Did you transfer here from a big school?"

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 00:52:46 GMT

Authors: yuusei_enigma and nekomiao
Rating: R
Characters: Soubi, Ritsuka and Kio

As he walked up the steps to Soubi's front door, Kio paused. He pressed his ear against the front door and twitched as he heard a voice other than Soubi's, and unhappily, he recognized it as Ritsuka's. What was that brat doing here?! With an annoyed huff, he opened the door, hands on his hips as he glared intently at both Soubi and Ritsuka. "And what is that brat doing here?!" he demanded angrily before Kio's anger faded to shock, and then.. a mix of amusement and dread that he knew exactly how this had happened. "Uhm.." Kio sweatdropped, pointing to the nonexistant ears that were once on Ritsuka's head. "How did..?"

Soubi growled underneath his breath, irritated that his conversation with Ritsuka had been interrupted. He straightened to his full height, not sparing Kio a glance. "Hello to you, too, Kio."

Ritsuka lowered his gaze to the bed for a moment, not meeting the other’s gaze. He almost wanted to hide behind Soubi for a moment as Kio wasn’t one of his favourite people in the world. He felt himself shift a little in the bed, reaching for his non-existent tail. It’ll take a while to get used to not having that there. He wondered idly for a moment how long it took Soubi to get used to his missing appendages. It was only a moment later when Ritsuka forced himself to watch up at Kio with a blank stare, refusing to say anything about the matter.

Scowling as Ritsuka refused to answer him, Kio decided to try the next best thing--asking Soubi. Giving the boy a haughty look that all but said, 'Sou-chan is mine~!', he promptly latched onto said Sou-chan, snuggling against his side. "Soubi~.." He looked up at him with wide, sad eyes. "Tell me it wasn't you that made that brat's kitty ears go away.. You're not that much of a pervert, are you?"

The fighter twitched. Resisted the urge to smack away Kio and tried to find what little patience he had at the moment. When it came to anyone picking on his Ritsuka.. Well, he didn't appreciate it. He had a feeling Ritsuka had been dealing with other people teasing him because of his loss of ears and tail and he would have to deal with that later, but for now, he had to make Kio shut up. "That's none of your business, Kio." Soubi pried the other man off of his arm. "Ritsuka can tell you if he wants, but I'm not going to."

He could feel a slight flush cross his cheeks as he sat there on the bed, his body shifting a little so it was taking up a little less room. Ritsuka couldn’t believe this other person barging in like this. He sat quietly for a moment, watching the unfolding events in front of him for a moment before he felt himself muttering something he didn’t even realize he was thinking. “It’s not any of your business how I lost my ears. How’s about you tell me how you lost yours.”

Hearing that made Kio pause for a moment, and he ceased his clinging upon Soubi's arm for a split second. "Excuse me?" He narrowed his eyes, walking towards the bed where the boy was seated, glaring down at him with his hands customarily on his hips. "Listen, brat! I live here with Soubi, so this is my house, too. If you want to cling to my Sou-chan, fine, but if you're sleeping around with him, that's an entirely other thing!"
Soubi sighed heavily. All of this was giving him a headache.. Gods, did he need nicotine. Slowly and carefully, so that neither of them would notice, he manage to slip away and out to the front porch where he could smoke a cigarette in peace and not listen to his housewife and his lover begin to argue.

“Just because you live with him doesn’t mean a thing.” Ritsuka watched up at the green-haired man with a look of contempt, his purple eyes staring intently and refusing to budge even a bit. “I live with my mother so what’s so special about it?” Just because he was smaller doesn’t mean he was afraid of any person who was just a little bit taller than him. Anyway, there wasn’t much Kio could do if it was Soubi doing all the advancing.

Kio didn't break eye contact with Ritsuka, even when he couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, please! You're really clueless, aren't you?" He smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to the boy. "You wanna know how I lost my ears? It was to Sou-chan~.." His smirk turned wicked. "And trust me.. that wasn't the only time we've slept together. Soubi's been mine even before you knew him. That's what so special about us living together."

A mild expression of shock crossed Ritsuka’s face but only for a moment before he smirked and relaxed a little on the bed. “Well, that makes two of us then doesn’t it.” He kept his eyes trained on Kio’s face, watching for expression changes and little nuances he could possibly exploit. He wasn’t losing this one. Not Soubi and not anything related to Soubi. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard but that wasn’t going to surprise him..not too much anyway. All of a sudden, Soubi was worth so much more.

His eye twitched in irritation. And here he thought that would have made that brat run out of here crying! Dammit. Stupid kid.. Kio fixed a dark glare on him, intent on not showing how annoyed he was. This was supposed to be his night alone with Soubi! And Ritsuka was ruining it.. Hopefully, he could scare him off. "So, you did loose your ears to him. Was he any good on top?" The artist smirked. "It's been awhile since I've had him like that, so I've forgotten.. As if he'd ever let you take him, though."

“So he makes you do all the work, huh.” Ritsuka wasn’t quite sure where these arguments were coming from, nor did he really care. It seemed..after so long enduring Seimei’s death and people saying pointless things to him, his mother constantly trying to kill him that suddenly there was one person who was finally there for him. Suddenly there was a man who reached out to him and despite being Loveless, he wanted Soubi. He wasn’t going to lose him to anyone.

His eye twitched, a vein popped, and he ground his teeth. "Why you little..!!!!!" Kio seethed, nails digging into his palms as he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. It was all he could do not to strangle the wretched little brat--and normally he didn't get even this riled up about things! But.. but for this kid to taunt him about Sou-chan.. How dare he! Soubi was his and always would be! "He doesn't make me do all the work, it's mutual!" Kio huffed. "And now after you've lost your ears, you've lost your appeal. He just likes corrupting pretty young boys, isn't it obvious? I doubt he'll even pay you any mind now." And finally, he'll stay with me! Kio added to himself.

Ritsuka watched up at the man for a moment, taking note of his expressions and deciding to keep his façade of calmness going. “Then why would he pay you any mind. You’re not young and you don’t have ears either.” His eyes gazed at the other, the soft purple pools seeming rather inquisitive rather than insulting even though it was more of the latter that the boy was aiming at. They had the bond of a fighter and sacrifice pair..but that bond was even deeper now. Why didn’t he understand that. Was he this riled up about Seimei as well? But surely..even then SeiMei never went this far with Soubi. His brother had always kept his ears.

"Because we're lovers and he cares about me!" Kio snapped automatically, feeling tears well in his eyes in spite of himself. He was loosing this, he knew it. And it hurt! Soubi.. Soubi had always come back to him. Even with Seimei, he always had.. But.. this time.. he wasn't going to, was he? Even if he did, it was only going to be as a friend.. Damn it. Damn this kid for taking Soubi away from him. After Seimei was gone, Kio thought this would finally be over, but no, of course not. It never was.

He averted his gaze and stared at the sheets below him for a moment. A soft sigh escaped the boy as he pulled his knees up to his chest and mumbled quietly. “Ne..why do you care about Soubi so much anyway.” Ritsuka felt a longing for a moment. He missed the way his hair moved when his ear twitched and he missed the sense of belonging when his tail wrapped securely around his body. He wanted to be with Soubi, Kio wasn’t fun at all. Where was Soubi anyway...

Kio tried not to sniffle, but he couldn't help it. He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand and tried to muster enough of a glare to fix it upon the boy, but he couldn't. "The same reason you care about him," he mumbled, standing up from the bed and sniffling again. "But as if you give a damn about anyone else's feelings. Forget it, Ritsuka.. You can have him." He walked to the door, throwing it open and pulling Soubi inside none too nicely by his hair. Kio sniffled again, as if he were the one wounded by the action. "And I hope you feel the guilt of this on your conscious for the rest of your lives!" When he stepped out, the door slammed behind him.

"Ow.." Soubi hissed underneath his breath, rubbing at the back of his head where his hair had been pulled. "Moody baka.." he muttered underneath his breath, putting out his cigarette before heading over to the bed Ritsuka was on. "What did you say to him to get him that upset?" Not that it mattered, Soubi added mentally. He would be back--Kio always came back.

Ritsuka stayed quiet on the bed, soft words muttering under his breath. “I asked him why he liked you...” His eyes trained onto the sheets as he remained seated there. Just how much was Soubi hiding from him. This was always how Soubi worked. So many secrets. And now he had finally let down his guard. Why? A soft sigh escaped him as he sat there, once again confused with a conflicting train of thought.

At that, the fighter blinked. "..And that upset him? Kio really is weird.." Soubi couldn't help but frown though as he saw the confusion on Ritsuka's face and heard that little sigh escape from him. Gently, he tipped the boy's head up, making him meet his eyes. "Ritsuka.. What's wrong? You can tell me."

“You took his ears... Soubi..” He bit back the urge to ask if Soubi collected them because it would be a rather evil thing to say seeing as how Ritsuka was only the second. That and Seimei was never taken advantage of. But still, Ritsuka couldn’t help but wonder. His hand moved slightly but returned back to its original position on his own leg before it got too far. Ritsuka didn’t want to reach for Soubi. As much as he was fighting for the man just earlier that moment.

Soubi frowned. So, Kio just had to throw that in Ritsuka's face, didn't he? With a sigh, he bent and kissed the boy tenderly, and leaned forward as he did so that he could gently rest his hand ontop of Ritsuka's. "..So? Bluntly.. it was just sex. Sin and pleasure. It's not what I have with you, Ritsuka.. Not like when we made love."

There were those nice words again. Soubi always had that, he was always able to say such nice things. He felt himself frown slightly and stare down at Soubi’s hand. He shifted back slightly and muttered quietly. “Don’t say that.” Those same feelings nibbled at him for a moment. Letting people get close does this. But for Soubi... he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be close to this elegant man.

His slender fingers curled around Ritsuka's hand, holding it gently, not allowing him to pull back from him. "Why?" Soubi leaned closer to him once more, so close that their foreheads were touching. "Why can't I say things like that, Ritsuka? I want to show you.. tell you.. how much I love you.."

“Why me...because Seimei told you to?” It was this once again wasn’t it. This weird insecurity that plagued him. This desire to be alone. To make memories but forget them afterwards. He just wanted memories for storage when...this self was forgotten. It’s true, isn’t it? His eyes flicked up and stared into Soubi’s with a quiet air of distrust. You say the same things to Kio, don’t you?

Not this again. Soubi shifted back slightly at those words, and for once, let a flicker of hurt fall upon his face. He thought after what had happened, how Ritsuka had let him love him for that night, after Ritsuka had said that he loved him in return.. He thought all of this distrust would be gone. But no, it was still there, separating them, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit. "No," Soubi said quietly, forcing himself to remain calm. "Because I just love you. Isn't that enough? What else do you want from me, Ritsuka.. Whatever it is, I'll give it to you."

Without a moment’s hesitation it seemed, the young boy leaned up and for the first time stole a kiss from the man. His soft lips brushing his for a moment before he leaned back down on the bed and turned away, staring at one of the blank walls. “I don’t know what I want. Soubi’s...confusing.” His voice trembled as he spoke the last word. He was slightly surprised at his own actions and surprised at his own confusions. How had he gotten this close...when had this stopped being just a revenge for his elder brother. Kio that stupid idiot.

The man's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the action from Ritsuka. He wanted to savor the moment or even pull the boy into a deeper kiss, but.. right now wasn't the time. Soubi sighed softly, sliding his arms around his sacrifice and drawing him close to him. "It's okay. Try not to think about it so much. The only thing you need to think about is how much I won't hurt you and how much I won't betray you.. because I love you, Ritsuka. I love you and only you."

“But Soubi...you don’t need me.” His voice broke at that comment, his body betraying his own feelings of distrust and moving closer into the arms of the man. His mind strayed to the times when Soubi didn’t turn to him at times he thought it would have been important. When Soubi was hurt he didn’t turn to him. When Soubi almost died he didn’t turn to him. Why didn’t Soubi turn to Ritsuka? “I’m not good enough to be with you.”

Without hesitation, Soubi's arms tightening around Ritsuka and he pulled him even closer. "Yes, I do.. I do need you.. and I'm the one who's not good enough." He buried his face into the boy's soft hair, breathing in his scent before whispering, "I'm sorry, Ritsuka.. Please forgive me for all of the things I've done to hurt you." It had been awhile since he had ever felt his vulnerable, Soubi even doubted if he ever had been this vulnerable before. But he didn't care. He loved Ritsuka--he trusted him enough to give him his heart, let him hold it in his hands, give him the opportunity to break it if he wanted.

His eyes widened slightly as he heard the voice of the other. He struggled a little and forced Soubi’s arms to break open enough so he could turn and stare up at him. His eyes were curious and searching as he gazed at him in silence. Ritsuka didn’t know what to say and even though Soubi was always good with sugary words, and saying things...was he being too gullible again?

His own eyes pleading with Ritsuka to believe him, he leaned in close to him, not kissing him, but close to it. "Please, Ritsuka.. that's all I'm asking of you. Just trust me." Soubi's arms wound loosely around his waist, giving him the opportunity to pull back if he wanted, or to snuggle closer if he wanted to stay.

Ritsuka didn’t want to pull away nor did he move closer to the man, he remained where he was, eyes gazing intently into the other. Soubi you ask for too much, passed through his mind for a moment. How could he trust anyone. But when he opened his lips to speak, he only managed to speak the opposite. “I don’t, not trust you, Soubi.” He felt his own pulse quicken at those words. Did he really, say that?

Soubi blinked, hardly believe the words that came from Ritsuka.. but he wanted to so much that he couldn't help but immediately pull him close into a tight embrace, kissing his neck softly. "Thank you.." Not wanting to give Ritsuka a chance to take back what he had said, he captured his lips in a kiss, Soubi's own mouthing the words, 'Suki da, Ritsuka..' against him.

A soft flush covered the boy’s cheeks as he felt himself melt into the embrace, returning the kiss softly, his hand reaching up and clutching desperately at the man’s shirt. Could this be happening...again. Ritsuka wished so much to just stay with Soubi at this moment. He was afraid of the other man walking back in however, as much as he was afraid that this was all a façade for another bond.

Slowly, he deepened the kiss, wanting more of the boy's tender reactions and soft but eager returns of his affections. He didn't care about Kio at all right now--all he cared about was Ritsuka, and all he wanted was Ritsuka. If only Soubi could help Ritsuka truly understand that.

Ritsuka’s grip tightened around the man’s shirt, a soft frown crossing his features but that fading away into nothing in a moment. This was alright, wasn’t it? Kio wasn’t here and Soubi seemed to only concentrate on him. His body shifted closer to the man’s gently and he felt himself relax into the embrace. This felt nice. Don’t ever leave, Soubi. The words floated through his mind quietly. It’s an order.

As Ritsuka relaxed, Soubi did the same, satisfied that the boy wasn't going to pull away or be upset with him again.. at least, not for the moment. Gently, he pushed him back against the bed, laying between his legs as he still kissed him, his fingers sliding through his hair and tangling into it. Soubi never wanted to stop moments like these. It felt too good, too perfect.. like it was meant to be.

Feeling himself being pushed back into the bed again, Ritsuka eyes widened momentarily before forcing himself to relax again. He’s already lost his ears, what else could go wrong. Soubi’s always such a pervert. A soft grin spread over his face as he heard the thought pass through his mind.

Soubi broke the kiss, smirking slightly. "This is quite different than last time, Ritsuka-kun.." He dipped his head, kissing over Ritsuka's neck, even nipping softly. "Have you just gotten used to me now?" he teased before he bit down gently, suckling on the skin.

A soft moan escaped him before the realization of the words struck home. He reached up a little and pushed on Soubi’s chest almost as if he wanted the man to go away. “Soubi!” There was a slight sound of irritation in his voice but it couldn’t cloud the boy’s enjoyment of such moments. A sudden realization of how much he really has changed hit him in that moment. He changed tactics. “Kio might come back.”

The artist lifted his head briefly, just enough to give Ritsuka a little shrug before he slid a hand up the boy's shirt, letting it tease up his stomach and to his chest slowly. "So what?" Soubi licked over where he had bitten, hot tongue teasing the tiny mark. "Let him have an eyeful."

“But Soubi...” Ritsuka sounded doubtful even as soft moans passed through his lips at the actions being performed upon him. “You don’t care...?” He felt a chill pass through his body, an excited chill. The boy relaxed into the bed, the hands becoming not so resistant. Soubi was too good at this, really.

"The only thing I care about is you," the fighter whispered against the boy's ear, nipping the edge of it before pulling back enough to tug Ritsuka's shirt off and expose his chest to him. Soubi's lips immediately found one of those tender nipples, suckling on it as his fingers ran over the other and traced a pattern all the way down to the sacrifice's stomach.

A sudden moan erupted from the boy as his body arched slightly from the sensation, his eyes snapping shut. Again. It was happening again and so soon. This will be his first time, as an adult as some would say. His ears had only just fully gone a short while ago and his mother wasn’t quite receptive. He definitely was never going to be that Ritsuka ever again. But for now, none of that mattered. And that was all that mattered.

Pleased with his reaction, Soubi bit down on that same nipple gently, swirling his tongue around it to mix the pleasure with slight pain. His fingers toyed with the edge of Ritsuka's pants before peeling them down slowly, talented fingers skimming along his inner thighs, teasing, stroking that soft skin.

His breathing became sharp as his body arched slightly once again, his fingers softly tangling in the silver strands. Soubi was so beautiful. It never ceased to amaze Ritsuka that someone like Soubi would want to stay with him. He never wanted to take something like that for granted.

Slowly, he lifted his head, kissing his way back up to Ritsuka's neck where he sucked gently on the soft skin between neck and shoulder. "Ritsuka-kun.." he whispered, letting his warm breath wash over the boy's sensitive skin. "Don't you think it's unfair that I'm still dressed and you're not?" Soubi couldn't keep back a wicked smirk from tugging at his lips. "You really should do something about that.."

“Ah...” Slightly caught off-guard, Ritsuka’s face flushed as his hands moved up, trembling slightly and brushed over Soubi’s neck dow his body slightly to the bottom of his shirt. His eyes traveled over the body, gaze following his hands where they moved. His mouth was slightly opened as he struggled a little to breathe, panting in soft pulses.

Shivering lightly from Ritsuka's tentative touch, Soubi gave Ritsuka a softer smile, reassuring him that it was alright. "Go on, Ritsuka.." His own hand stroked the boy's hair affectionately, nails gently running down his back.

He slipped soft fingers below the bottom of the man’s shirt, slowly lifting it up and uncovering his body. Ritsuka bit his lower lip softly as he felt the flush renew itself once again. He wondered if he’d ever get used to see Soubi’s bare body. The boy averted his gaze slightly as he lifted the shirt further, embarrassment taking over slightly.

Soubi took a bit of pity on the boy and helped him remove the shirt over his head so that his chest was completely exposed to him. In reward, he leaned in and kissed Ritsuka heatedly, letting bare skin rub into bare skin, allowing him to savor that sensation before he pulled back, leaving him breathless. "You're not done, Ritsuka," Soubi murmured, sitting back and pulling his glasses off, tossing his hair back from his face before bracing back onto his hands. The pose he was in giving Ritsuka plenty of room to get at his pants and pull them off.

“Soubi...you!” He felt himself flush furiously at the thought, biting his lower lip harder now as his hands reached forward. His body leaned over Soubi’s, moving close and inexperienced fingers traced over the top of the pants, slowly undoing the button and opening up the top slowly. His gaze stayed firmly on the pants, avoiding any eye contact at all from Soubi as he fumbled slightly but proceeded to remove the pants from his beloved.

Unable to keep back the smirk from his lips, Soubi watched his lover struggling but still managing to do as he asked, obviously wanting to please him. He lifted his hips slightly, making it easier for him to slide the material down his slim legs and away from him.

Having calmed himself with a few beers and several cream soda flavored lollipops, Kio finally decided to go back home and curl up in bed. He figured Ritsuka had left far before now, it was past his curfew afterall, and that he'd have a peaceful night now.. But when he opened the door, he saw everything but a peaceful night. His jaw dropped nearly to the floor as he saw Soubi--and.. and Ritsuka.. on the bed.. And Ritsuka was.. Kio sweatdropped, feeling himself flush, but unable to tear his eyes away.

A soft gasp escaped the boy as he scrambled to tunnel under the blankets, his face brighter than ever before and a deep warmth spread throughout his body. He refused to leave the blanket, deciding to ignore all coaxing from Soubi. His hands grasping the blanket tightly as he lay under it. Damn, Kio! The little bundle of Ritsuka shifted under the blanket, turning away from both the other people in the room.

The fighter groaned, briefly burying his face in one hand, silently cursing all that was Kio and interruptions. Why couldn't he have waited at least another half hour? He lifted his eyes from his hand and glared straight at Kio, his eyes ice cold. "Run. Before I decide to hurt you."

Kio shifted back nervously as he got that look from Soubi. "Sou-chan.. Gomen ne.. I didn't.." He sweatdropped as Soubi's gaze turned even colder, and he swore he felt hair standing up on the back of his neck. "Uhm.. You wouldn't really hurt me.. would you?"

The sheets shuffled slightly as the boy snuck around under the blanket, trying to reach some of his clothes. Maybe he could get dressed and sneak out while they were arguing. Saves the embarrassment of having to face either of them again...at least for tonight. How did this happen. An inner groan could almost be heard as Ritsuka groped around from under the blanket.

Soubi twitched again, and he slid one hand to the little pile of blanket that was Ritsuka, resting it against the boy's back to stop him from leaving. "Would you like to find out?" he snapped out, obviously very irritated that his time with Ritsuka had been interrupted. He relaxed in slight satisfaction as Kio darted back to the other room to curl up on the couch and hide from his wrath. Turning his attention back to the boy, he leaned down and gently nuzzled the pile of blankets. "Ritsuka-kun.. It's safe now."

Darted was an understatement--he ran as fast as he could to hide after that! Kio sniffled and curled up on the couch, pulling a pillow over his head. Sou-chan was so mean! Sleeping with that brat in their own house and getting mad at him like that..

Ritsuka flinched slightly as he felt Soubi’s hand reach him, relaxing a little from the warmth but just for a moment before the blanket rustled again and he tried to curl up further. Safe? How could it be safe? That guy was obviously still around, what if he walked in again or tried to argue. Ritsuka shook his head and remained under the blanket, hands clutching at the sheets tighter.

With a sigh, the fighter slowly pried the blanket up, but instead of pulling it away, he slid underneath it with Ritsuka and gathered him into his arms, kissing his forehead. "Baka.. I scared him off. He's not going to bother us.. but I understand if you don't want to go on."

Scared him off...what...Ritsuka peered out from under the blanket slightly and peered around the room with a quiet gaze before sliding back completely under the blanket. His embarrassment was quite apparent as he nestled down in Soubi’s arms, a dissatisfied expression apparent. Ritsuka slid his arms around Soubi’s waist and kept his gaze averted from Soubi’s. He hadn’t heard the earlier arguing as he was shuffling around and trying to block it out but it can’t have been nice. He remained quiet.

Soubi raised an eyebrow to himself, watching Ritsuka's reaction with partial amusement--and partial annoyance, still not over the fact they had been interrupted. Gently, his fingers ran through Ritsuka's hair, stroking the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, lover. I didn't mean for him to walk in on us." He leaned in and kissed the back of his neck softly. "I'll make it up to you.."

Lover...? The young boy flushed despite himself and bit his lower lip shifting a little against Soubi’s body. “But he’s not...gone is he? Soubi...” Soft purple eyes flicked up to stare at the man questioningly, how far was he going to push Kio? Did it matter...? This is my win. The boy sat confused for a moment but content at the outcome of the situation.

The man shrugged slightly, a little amused smirk on his lips. "So what if he's not gone?" His lips dared to kiss up to the boy's ear, nibbling on the edge of it. "I don't care if he hears us." Soubi's arm tightened around Ritsuka's waist slightly, bringing him closer to him, their bare hips rubbing against one another.

His gaze dropped from Soubi’s for a moment as he suddenly felt shy. A soft tremble of pleasure floating through his body from the actions. Why was Soubi like that. It felt nice but...how did Seimei react to this kind of situation. Ritsuka wanted to be strong like Seimei. The boy’s eyes looked up hesitantly, small hands reaching out and gathering the long silver strands of hair and pulling it over one shoulder, gaze softly watching the hair cascading over the man’s body.

With his other hand, Soubi gently tilted the boy's head up to kiss him slowly but firmly, the contact sending pleasureable warmth through his own body. He couldn't help himself when he had Ritsuka like this; he just wanted to feel as much of him as he could. As slender fingers traveled down Ritsuka's lower back and gently stroked at the bottom of his spine, he whispered against his lips, "Would you like to continue, Ritsuka?" And added silently, 'Kio doesn't matter.'

The small body trembled from the touch, an excitement coursing through his body as Ritsuka shifted a little, moving closer, as close as possible to the man. A soft nod was the only response even though the conscious part of himself was still slightly hesitant. Soft fingers moved shyly, running along Soubi’s shoulder, partially down his chest. He felt a quiet urge...to explore.

The artist's eyes widened slightly, surprised Ritsuka would be so bold and so soon, but he was certainly not complaining. Soubi smiled gently, simply stroking the boy's hair lightly, giving his lover the opportunity to explore as much as he wanted. At the shy touches to his chest, Soubi let out a soft murmur of pleasure, encouraging him. "..Go on, my love."

The fingers continued to play over Soubi’s chest, a small frown crossing his face as words of “It was to Sou-chan~..” running through his mind suddenly. That irritating, annoying voice. His fingers played over the nipples before him, a slight flush on his face at the fact that he was allowed to play this way. In a daring move for the boy, Ritsuka leaned forward and ran his tongue over the small bump.

A moan escaped unchecked and Soubi's fingers gently tightened in the boy's hair as he savored the feeling of Ritsuka's mouth against him, arching ever so slightly against the wet heat. Honestly didn't give a damn if Kio heard them or not--in fact, he almost wanted him to hear them as punishment for being annoyingly possessive earlier. Soubi belonged only to Ritsuka, and it was time Kio figured that out.

He suckled softly for a moment, body moving up close to Soubi, his tongue slowly running over his chest over to the other bud. Ritsuka’s soft fingers splayed over the man’s broad chest as he performed these actions, his eyes fluttering to a half-closed position. His mind nudged at the idea of going down further, but unsure if he could work up the courage to. At the thought Ritsuka felt his expression flushed once more. Soubi...would enjoy that...wouldn’t he?

Several more moans came freely as Ritsuka's tongue teased him, and in his mind, it really was teasing. Why couldn't Ritsuka go just a bit lower?--Soubi pushed those thoughts away, scolding himself mentally. He wouldn't push Ritsuka into anything he didn't want to do at his own pace. With a content but slightly dissatisfied sound of pleasure, Soubi made himself lay back and let the boy continue his minstrations, his fingers absently stroking the back of Ritsuka's neck.

That annoying voice. “It’s been a while since I’ve had him like that...” Ritsuka shifted slightly, still toying with the nipple as a stray hand began to trail along Soubi’s body, moving lower as his courage allowed him. The boy’s hand stopped just as it reached Soubi’s hip, faltering slightly. Was it...really okay? He’d never done this before. Soft eyes turned up to watch hesitantly at the man.

Soubi's body tensed slightly in anticipation as he felt Ritsuka's hand slide lower, but he relaxed again, suppressing a little groan of disappointment when he stopped. Patience. He had to have patience. Ritsuka still wasn't all that comfortable in these situations. The man met the boy's eyes, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Ritsuka.. Keep going."

The fingers slid slightly lower still, running down the inside of Soubi’s leg before fluttering over the warmth between. Could he make Soubi feel those same emotions that he felt when he lost his ears? Ritsuka shifted a little, hid body pushing itself up and sliding down Soubi’s body until his eyelevel was over the man’s pelvis. His pulse quickened at the site.

The man moaned again, pressing himself into the soft touches Ritsuka offered, his fingers sliding and tangling into the boy's hair more firmly. Soubi forced himself to remain still as Ritsuka slid down, and just to feel his lover's breath against his desire was enough to make his breath catch and his heart race. "Ritsuka.." his voice was slightly rough and husky with lust. "Please.. Don't stop."

Somehow, he had managed to ignore all of the little sounds Soubi had been making up until now, but hearing that made Kio want to scream and run over there and steal his Sou-chan away! What was that brat doing to him?! Dammit, didn't he realize Soubi was his? With a little unhappy sniffle, Kio pulled a pillow over his head, trying to block out the noise.

Hesitantly, Ritsuka leaned down and ran his tongue softly and slowly along the length. His eyes drifted closed as he continued the soft actions, a moment later sliding Soubi’s erection gently into his mouth and sucking softly on it, his fingers playing over the inside of the man’s leg. The moans escaping from his fighter excited him and he wanted to hear more.

Having Ritsuka touch him like this was something he hadn't expected to happen so soon, but dear god, it was even better than he imagined it could be. Soubi's head tipped back slightly in another string of soft moans, each louder than the last as Ritsuka's mouth began exploring further. His hips carefully arched forward, only enough to feel a bit more of that wet heat around his arousal and the fighter moaned again, and this time the moan was Ritsuka's name.

He slid the length further into his mouth, face flushed at the moans suddenly becoming louder. Soubi...really was enjoying this. Inside his mouth, his tongue flicked playfully around the intrusion, teasing quietly. His fingers played over the arousal that hadn’t entered his mouth, playing over sensitive areas of the man. He could get used to this.

Soubi's body tensed, back arching slightly from the pleasure as another few moans escaped from him. His fingers slid down from Ritsuka's hair to slowly stroke the back of his neck as his vision clouded slightly, eyes falling half-lidded. Silently, his mind decided Ritsuka was far too good at this for it being his first time. Really, it was enough to drive him insane, that heat and teasing all at once. "Mm.. Ritsuka.." Soubi purred out his name, melodic voice laced with the pleasure he felt.

He lifted his head off the man’s arousal just long enough for him to shift his body. Leaning back down the boy ran his tongue back along the length, playing over the inside of Soubi’s legs, teasing gently before sliding the length back into the warmth of his mouth. His head bobbed gently in rhythm as he continued.

The man felt his hips arch forward as the boy's head bobbed on him, moaning quietly as Ritsuka brought a rhythm that practically made him squirm. His nails curled into his own palms so that they wouldn't dig into Ritsuka and Soubi whimpered. Damn Ritsuka for being able to undo him like this. But, oh gods, it felt so good.

A soft sound akin to a moan escaped the boy as he continued his ways. He was rather enjoying this, enjoying the way Soubi reacted. Enjoying the fact that Soubi was letting him do as he wishes. Ritsuka’s lashes lowered as he pulled up until Soubi was almost out, just sucking on the head softly for a moment, fingers teasing the rest of the length.

"Nhn.. Ritsuka.. Lover.." Soubi moaned out, surprising himself that his own words were still vaguely coherent. His breathing had quickened and he felt himself tensing from the pleasure, and he knew he couldn't last much longer if Ritsuka kept this up. As much as he didn't want the boy to stop, he knew he needed to. "Ritsuka.. S-stop.."

Slight confusion was apparent as Ritsuka gave one last tease before raising off of Soubi completely, watching the man for a moment. He pulled himself up the man’s body until he was back level with his face and watched him with a quiet, curious gaze. Had he done something wrong?

He muffled a soft moan by kissing the boy as he slid back up, wrapping his arms back around him and pulling him close. Quietly, Soubi whispered against his lips, "Nothing, you did nothing wrong.." One hand slid between them, running down Ritsuka's stomach before slipping between his legs, stroking the boy's arousal. "I just want to share my pleasure with you.."

A soft moan erupted suddenly out of the boy as he instinctively nestled down closer into Soubi’s arms. His eyes snapped shut from the pleasure as Ritsuka leaned quietly into the kiss, desiring more. Soubi was always able to pull these desires out of him. Not that this was a bad thing anymore.

His fingers slowly tightened around him, stroking upward as he deepened the kiss passionately. He was in no mind to hold back like he had done the first time. This time, Soubi intended to show him what passion and heat felt like. The man shifted his weight, moving so he was ontop of Ritsuka and pressing him back into the bed without breaking their kiss.

A soft grunt escaped the boy as he was suddenly back on the bed and being pushed down once again. His eyes gazed up quietly at Soubi as more soft moans continued to escape him filling the room. Ritsuka’s mouth parted slightly to pull Soubi’s tongue in, a small duel beginning. This was...different from last time for sure.

Not giving him the chance to think about it, his tongue massaged into Ritsuka's, taking control of the kiss. Soubi's hips rocked forward, rubbing firmly between the boy's legs. His hands ran down Ritsuka's sides and coming to rest on his hips, lifting them slightly so that Ritsuka was pulled almost roughly against him.

Between moans, Ritsuka gasped, feeling his body being lifted up. Soubi... His eyes widened slightly but the kiss calming him. His hands reached up and wrapped themselves around the face of his elegant fighter. His. A moment later, Ritsuka was relaxed again, enjoying the events that were unfolding.

Slowly, Soubi broke from the kiss, letting his tongue slowly trace over the boy's lower lip to tease him before he turned his head, nuzzling the palm of Ritsuka's hand. "Love you, Ritsuka," he murmured before turning his head away and sliding two of his own fingers into his mouth, taking his time licking them. Then, his other arm slid underneath Ritsuka, lifting his body up a bit more before those spit-slick fingers slid down, one circling gently at his entrance before sliding in quickly. As he twisted it inside of him, the only distraction Soubi gave him was finding a sensitive spot on his neck, lips suckling on the area.

A loud moan escaped the boy as his body arched slightly. “Soubi...” The boy cried out between the moans, his eyes closed tightly and hands grabbing the sheets that were strewn about him. Don’t stop.

As he scattered kisses and bites along the boy's neck and shoulders, he slid in a second finger, hooking them sharply to rake them over that bundle of nerves inside of him. Soubi had to muffle several of his own moans into his lover's neck, the sight of him like this, wanting him, sending pleasure flooding through him.

All inhibitions thrown to the wind now as the moans continued to erupt from the boy, one of his eyes closed as he tried to watch up at the man that was tormenting him so. Ritsuka wanted it now. To be with Soubi, to be one with the man. His other eye was forced to close as the waves of pleasure washed over him, the entire room filling with cries of pleasure.

Deciding neither him or Ritsuka could stand to wait any longer, Soubi withdrew his fingers and leaned in, capturing the boy's lips in a heated, almost rough kiss as he carefully lifted his legs to rest them ontop of his shoulders. He pressed himself closer, the head of his arousal teasing Ritsuka briefly before he slid his hips forward without hesitation, taking him in one thrust.

A sharp intake of breath followed by a loud moan filled the room as he felt Soubi enter him, the boy breaking away from the rough kiss just for that moment. It wasn’t but a second later that Ritsuka was reaching up towards Soubi, eagerly tightening his arms around the man’s neck and pulling himself back towards those lips once more. He decided to let himself go, just this once. Feel the waves of emotion and let Soubi see him without inhibitions.

The man moaned against Ritsuka's lips, his hips thrusting forward more deeply on their own accord as he saw and felt the emotions that the boy had finally let go of. His nails raked like dull claws down Ritsuka's sides to rest at his hips, pulling him firmly against him to meet each thrust Soubi gave him.

Their moans filled the air in a continuous run as the feelings of pleasure began to escalate. Ritsuka’s eyes closed tightly as he felt Soubi’s thrusting escalate in power and fervour. If this is what it was like to be loved, he never wanted to lose this emotion ever again. Being born with the name Loveless was painful enough...but he wasn’t loveless. His eyes opened slightly to stare up at the man before him, his face expressing nothing but the pleasure of this act as his lips sought his love’s.

Soubi met Ritsuka's eyes with his own half-lidded in pleasure, kissing hot, wet kisses from his lips and down to his neck, whispering breathlessly against him, "I love you.. Ritsuka.." And he did, with all of his heart, all of his soul--if only words could express that. Angling his hips a bit more sharply, Soubi rocked into him and found that same pleasure spot, hitting it firmly as he slid a hand between them, curling his fingers around Ritsuka's own desire and stroking upward.

A loud moan escaped, mingling with the rest of the emotions filling the room already. Ritsuka could barely contain himself as soft words murmured from his lips of their own accord. “Don’t...ever leave...soubi...” He felt the pressure building in his body from the actions as the tingling from Soubi’s soft kisses also reverberated through his body.

His own moans melted together with Ritsuka's as his own pleasure began building, his thrusts looking some of their rhythm as his breathing became more ragged. "I.. never will.. Always.. love you.." Soubi's kisses trailed all over the boy's neck and shoulders, soft, fleeting things that nevertheless expressed his love. His eyes watched Ritsuka's face intently, wanting to see him let go completely as his hand stroked him into oblivion.

He felt himself move closer towards his peak, teeth biting onto his lower lip as his moans became muffled from the actions. Soubi’s words were heaven-sent as the soft fluttering kisses moved over his body. It wasn’t long afterwards before Ritsuka felt his body constricting slightly, his mouth opening to emit a loud moan and his body reaching release. Purple eyes closed tightly to try and experience as much of the pleasure as possible.

His head tossed back slightly as he let out his own moan of pleasure, his hips thrusting into him twice more before his body shivered from pleasure, bracing over him so his weight wouldn't hurt Ritsuka. Soubi panted quietly into the boy's neck, pressing a few kisses here and there as he sought to regain what composure he had left after their love-making. He had never felt so truly connected to the boy.

The boy panted softly as he lay there below Soubi, watching up with a soft gaze. He reached up and ran his fingers quietly through Soubi’s semi-sweat soaked hair. For a moment, Ritsuka wondered vaguely where Kio could have gone. The soft tingling was still running through his body, feeling slightly embarrassed that he let himself go, the boy averted his gaze slightly.

Soubi purred quietly in pleasure, leaning into the touch that the boy supplied. He kissed Ritsuka's sweat-soaked forehead tenderly. Carefully, he pulled from his body and laid next to him, sliding his arms around him loosely. "..Don't be embarressed.."

Ritsuka moved towards the warmth of Soubi’s body, leaning his head against the man’s chest and closing his yes, a slight red warmth spreading over his cheeks and over his nose. He spoke in a soft whisper as his hand moved over Soubi’s chest, drawing random lines to avoid his shyness of the moment. “You’re never embarrassed...”

Gently, he nuzzled at the boy's cheek, warm breath blowing away a few unruly strands of Ritsuka's hair. "Mm.. That's because I have no shame." Soubi smirked softly before he stole a tender kiss from his lover's lips. "I love you, Ritsuka."

He smiled quietly despite himself at the words which he just heard. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get used to hearing them spoken like that. Ritsuka watched Soubi with a quiet thoughtfult gaze before realizing the time. He had stayed much longer than expected. But time always flew when it came to Soubi. The boy contemplated going home and sneaking through the window, but realized he really didn’t want to leave. Gathering his courage, Ritsuka opened his mouth to speak but snapped it back shut a second later.

The fighter lifted an eyebrow as he watched Ritsuka. It was obvious he wanted to say something, but again, it seemed to be one of those things that he was wary of. More than likely, if it was difficult to say, it was about Soubi--Ritsuka was predictable in that sense. Softly, he kissed the boy's cheek, his fingers running through his silky hair. "What is it, lover?"

“Betsuni...” the boy replied quietly as he lay there a moment longer before struggling to push himself up. So the night’s fun tired him a little, he could still make it home. He sighed a little and frowned slightly, watching Soubi. He spoke again, quieter still. “I...home...here...” Ritsuka became slightly flustered trying to find the correct words to use.

Soubi rolled onto his back, watching Ritsuka quietly as he sat up. He didn't stop him, though. If he wanted to go home, who was he to stop him? But.. when Ritsuka tried to speak again, it became clearer to him what he wanted to ask. "Ritsuka.. If you want to stay the night.." he offered, trailing off to allow Ritsuka to add on his own words.

Not just the night...he averted his gaze, eyes trailing over Soubi’s body quietly as he searched more for the right words to say. The only thing that left his lips however, sounded extremely childish as soon as he heard himself say it. “I don’t want to go home.” He was tired of being afraid of his mother, however much him and Seimei had tried to put up with her. Ritsuka, as much as he would like to return to his former self to please everyone…didn’t think he could anymore. At least...not without a part of himself that was still with him at that age. He had grown up now hadn’t he...matured somewhat?

"Then don't.. I told you that you could stay.." Soubi paused, tilting his head and looking at the boy, curiousity peaked. Could Ritsuka really mean what he thought he did? If Ritsuka wanted to stay here.. permanently.. what about his mother? Well, if you could even call her that. "Ritsuka.. I mean that. You can stay.. as long as you want."

“Wha...what about, Kio?” he murmured quietly in response. Ritsuka sat quietly, eyes glancing around the room as if trying to catch sight of the other man. He shifted slightly on the bed to move closer towards Soubi, hestitantly reaching out a hand and running a finger along his fighter’s body. What would life be like, living with Soubi?

The fighter smirked slightly, his fingers tracing down the boy's back slowly. "He can sleep outside for all I care. I just want you happy, Ritsuka." Always happy, he added to himself. He'd do everything he could for Ritsuka, and everything meant everything.

To be with Soubi...he moved closely towards his fighter and nestled back down into the warmth. To feel this warmth as often as he wanted...Ritsuka curled up slightly and nuzzled into Soubi’s chest…to not have to worry about losing this feeling again. Ritsuka closed his eyes as he felt himself calm in the embrace. He didn’t know what to say. But maybe he should apologise to Kio.

Soubi smiled, hugging his sacrifice even closer as he nestled against him. Having Ritsuka around all the time would be nice.. Though, Kio probably wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest. He'd just have to make it up to him somehow. At the moment, however, Ritsuka was far more important.

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 00:51:18 GMT

Authors: nekomiao and yuusei_enigma
Rating: R
Characters: Soubi and Ritsuka

Like he did every night, Soubi made his way to Ritsuka's--and as usual, the window outside of his bedroom. Ritsuka had been angry at him for days now and in a fit of anger, had asked him to leave and not come back until he asked him to. However.. That was an order Soubi just had to refuse, figuring he could apologize and win him over with an 'innocent' little present. Said present was tucked safely under his arm as he quietly opened the window from the outside. "Ritsuka?" he called softly, bracing himself for the boy's possible anger.

Soft black ears twitched as the boy lay in bed, staring at his mobile phone...they're mobile phone. Ritsuka had debated night after night whether or not to call the man, whether or not to give in to another one of these moments. Soubi's always doing this. Always the esame excuses and never telling him anything. Even after he had ordered him to tell him everyth---. He lay in bed for a moment, detemined to ignore his fighter.

A soft smile adorned the beautiful fighter's lips as he saw Ritsuka laying upon the bed, and unable to resist, he slowly walked over. "Ritsuka.." He knelt next to the bed, sitting down the unidentified present on the floor as Soubi propped his head in one hand and reached the other hand to gently touch the boy's arm. "You aren't still mad are you..?" Slowly, that same slender hand made its way up to run long fingers over the velvety soft fur of Ritsuka's ears, stroking them lightly.

"I told you not to come, Soubi." His voice quiet and almost pained as he spoke. At the soft touch of Soubi, the boy almost flinched. It hurt, everything hurt. Why did Soubi always come to him. Was it Seimei? It had to be Seimei. Everybody loved Seimei...he was Beloved after all. But...so was Soubi. Ritsuka...couldn't help but feel...something for Soubi. Instinctively his ears moved towards the gentle touch and the warmth that the rest of him was too afraid to go near.

Soubi's smile slowly faded into a small frown as he sensed the turmoil that was stirring inside of his sacrifice. Was he really that angry with him? Or did he really repulse him that much? If either were the case, would Ritsuka be leaning--no matter how hesitantly and only with his ears--towards him? Carefully, the pale-haired fighter pulled his hand away before coming to sit on the edge of the bed. "I know, Ritsuka.. I'm sorry. If you really want, I'll leave.." He trailed off, realizing for once, he had not given Ritsuka the option of punishing him. Maybe that wasn't what he wanted. Maybe he wanted Ritsuka to once realize that.. he loved him despite the orders Seimei gave him. Despite the fact he was told to love him.

The boy waited a moment for Soubi to continue. That can't be where it ended. There was always another part after it. There was always a 'punish me'. Where was it? Ritsuka sturned a little and sat up on the bed, watching up at Soubi with a searching gaze. His ears flicked outwards in a display of confusion. What trick was he playing now? There's always some kind of underlying gag waiting to be played. "Why do you do this to me..." He frowned while remaining where he was, not distancing nor getting any closer to the person in front of him. Ritsuka's tail curled around his body protectively, eyes not leaving the other for a second.

The artist's frown deepened. Every bit of Ritsuka's body screamed for him not to hurt him--and he knew it was of the mental sense. God, if he could only tell him everything he wanted to know, he would, but.. Soubi sighed quietly and leaned in, bracing over Ritsuka slightly with a hand placed next to his side. "If I could stop, I would." His other hand slowly rose and touched the boy's cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin. "But there is no amount of orders that would ever make me stop loving you." Before Ritsuka could protest, he bent and kissed him gently, a kiss that only gave and asked nothing of him. Against his lips, Soubi whispered, "I'm sorry if I've hurt you."

He always did this. Always...and every single time, Ritsuka could feel himself giving into it. Why?! A red flush spread over his cheeks from the touch and he could feel himself feel slightly dizzy from the emotion. Who gave Soubi the power to do this...how did Seimei know...A small hand reached out tentatively to cling onto Soubi's shirt as quiet, inquisitive eyes searched for reasoning. For meaning. He's saying those confusing words again. Expressing confusing and conflicting emotions. He wanted to be far away from Soubi but was being drawn towards him at every passing moment. It seemed an eternity but was in fact only a second when Ritsuka pulled away from the kiss, his flush deepening and eyes averted. "Soubi..." His voice quivered.

A small smile tugged on Soubi's lips as he took hold of Ritsuka's wrist and pulled his hand from his shirt. He brought the delicate hand to his lips and kissed its palm, up each finger, and finally held it to his cheek, gently nuzzling it, letting his caresses sink in and affect him. The last thing he wanted to do was confuse his young sacrifice--in fact, he wanted to make everything clear to him. How much he loved him, how much he cared about him, how much he would give up, just for him. "Ritsuka.." His lips brushed the palm of Ritsuka's hand a last time before he released his hand. "Please.. for making you angry.. let me make it up to you." Soubi tipped his head, silken strands of hair falling over dark eyes as he looked at the boy, and one could say he was almost pleading. "You'll enjoy it.."

Surprise, worry and fear all made their way over his expression. All his thoughts presenting themselves almost as clear as day as Ritsuka sorted through his thoughts. What did Soubi mean...? Confusion set itself in the eyes of the young sacrifice as he continued to search for the answers. His gaze finally settled onto the hand that the fighter was tenderly caressing. It did feel rather nice and for just a moment Ritsuka wanted to feel more of that tingly warmth. That emotion that hurt so much yet felt so nice. Maybe....it would stop hurting. He felt the pace of his breathing speed up and his heart beat becoming stronger. "I...I don't understand..."

Innocent little Ritsuka. Perhaps that was what drew Soubi to him so much--that innocence was so beautiful, so pure.. It reminded him of Seimei, and yet, it didn't. Ritsuka's mind was far more rebellious and searched even more than Seimei's ever had. That was why Soubi would have loved Ritsuka even without his older brother's orders. Now, to show Ritsuka that.. Soubi's small smile turned into a playful one and he leaned in closer over the boy. "I brought you a present." He pressed a quick kiss to his sacrifice's forehead before leaning over the edge of the bed to pick up the wrapped box that he had brought with him. Managing to look at least mildly innocent, Soubi handed the box to him. "Here. Open it and you'll see."

Soft, timid fingers picked at the wrappings of the box, his eyes flicking between it and Soubi's face. There had to be something going on here. And as he pulled away the outer wrappings, Ritsuka realized just what it was. A bright red flush spread over his cheeks and he felt himself instinctively pull away from Soubi in fear. What was going on here? He stared at the box, unable to form any words at the moment. When Ritsuka had first met this man, he had said he wouldn't do anything...yet kissed him. Then the words "Ritsuka wo otosu." Soubi was being really confusing...He felt a familiar pain shooting through his body, of wanting to be alone...yet not alone.

All of Ritsuka's fear and pain was in plain sight and Soubi resisted the urge to say, 'Relax, Ritsuka. I love you.' Right now, that wouldn't help. It would only confuse him more because obviously, Ritsuka didn't understand. He would have to help him, there was no doubt in his mind, but for Ritsuka, he would do it. "Ne, Ritsuka.. What's wrong?" Soubi reached out and caught his chin, gently turning his face so that he had to meet his eyes. Soubi's own probed into him and pleaded with him to relax and at least give him some chance to explain. "Remember when I said I wanted to paint you?" he continued, trying to keep his voice as even and soothing as possible to calm the boy. "I thought this might be.. more appropriate. Let me paint on you, Ritsuka.. It will bring us even closer together.." He trailed off, wanting to explain that this wasn't to strengthen their bond as fighter and sacrifice, but to strengthen their bond as friends.. lovers. But he couldn't bring himself to say it. As confident as he wanted to be, Soubi found himself a little shaken by Ritsuka's constant rejection and now.. now it was even harder.

His voice was soft as he forced himself to speak. "Closer...? ...Memories, Soubi?" Ears flattened against his head now as he felt himself reaching out a little despite himself. The youth's tail shifted a little, sliding its way towards Soubi and almost touching him. The smaller body shifted itself a little towards the larger as Ritsuka bit his lower lip and attempted to be brave. He liked Soubi's kisses. He liked the fact that Soubi could make him feel this way.

The figher's expression softened as Ritsuka noticably tried to please him by moving closer and reaching out to him. The gesture made Soubi smile and he gently removed the box from Ritsuka's hands, opening it and sitting it to the side so it would be ready when needed. "Yes.. Closer." He caught Ritsuka's small hand in his and twined their fingers together as he slowly pushed him back against the bed by his other hand on his chest. He leaned over him, not quite on top of him, for his legs were still off the bed; he figured it was easier this way so he wouldn't scare Ritsuka at first. Soubi nuzzled at his cheek, his long hair tumbling down to tickle at the boy's tender skin. "I want all of my memories to be with you, Ritsuka.." he whispered, letting his warm breath caress him before capturing his lips in another kiss.

A soft moan escaped the young boy at the attention, feeling his back pushed up against the bed. There was a moment of fear which escaped him as he felt Soubi's lips upon his. He felt his grip upon Soubi's hands tighten as he tried to get used to such attention. Ritsuka's tail moved erratically as he let another moan escape his throat. Small black ears twitched uncertainly before laying down in a submissive gesture. The flush on his cheeks had become deep and warm, an almost permanent part of his expression. This felt...nice. Softly, Ritsuka allowed his eyes to close and his body to relax slightly.

As he felt Ritsuka relax, even slightly, he smiled faintly against his lips. Hoping that showing him new and different kinds of pleasure would make him relax and feel more comfortable that Soubi wouldn't hurt him, the fighter slowly deepened the kiss. His lips parted to let his tongue gently trace over the boy's bottom lip, asking for entrance. His free hand's fingers started a slow caress along Ritsuka's chest, his slender fingers softly stroking at first, but then his thumb dared to rub a bit more firmly over one of Ritsuka's tiny nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

Soft tingling ran through his body as a louder moan escaped Ritsuka's throat. The boy squirmed slightly under Soubi's caresses, his eyes opening a little to peer up at the man but his vision dazed and unfocused. Unable to resist, Ritsuka felt his mouth open up to accept Soubi...want Soubi. The boy's free hand reached up and grasped onto the man's arm, clinging to it.

Soubi decided to take his time, wanting to give Ritsuka every bit of pleasure that he could offer him. And so he did--letting his tongue slide into his mouth and slowly massage against Ritsuka's, wanting to test out what felt good to the boy so he could repeat the same thing and give him even more pleasure. His fingers slowly drifted down his chest to rest at his stomach briefly, fingers tracing circles around his naval before slipping underneath his shirt, touching bare skin. Soubi let his hand pause, thumb simply stroking the soft skin, letting Ritsuka get used to the feeling.

He felt himself respond in a manner unfamiliar to him, the hand grasping onto Soubi's arm tightened its grip as Ritsuka allowed his body to take over and his mind to unfocus. The boy's tongue timidly moving to reach and attempt to toy with the man's. Soft purple orbs closing under fluttering eyelids as moaning erupted from the boy from the stroking. A slight tight feeling could be registered between all the fuzzy emotions but Ritsuka paid it no heed. Don't stop now, Soubi...his mind kept playing between thoughts of...'what's going on.' But there wasn't time to be confused...just time to feel.

Satisfied with Ritsuka's reactions and thinking he could take this further now, Soubi let his kiss linger before breaking it with a sensual nibble to the boy's lower lip. Soubi sat up completely, his fingers untangling from Ritsuka's but not moving from his stomach. While those fingers moved higher, his nails softly scraping over tender skin, his other hand busied itself with peeling Ritsuka's shirt off. Soubi smirked slightly as it caught around the boy's arms and he bent to gently lick on the edge of Ritsuka's ear, whispering in a low tone, "You're going to have to let go of my arm, Ritsuka, if this is going to come off.."

His grip tightened instinctively. The boy struggled in his position to sit up also and move closer to Soubi as if the man could save him from the embarrassment of the actions that were currently happening. Ritsuka's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes watching up at the man with a soft and timid expression. "S..soubi...I..." It wasn't until a little while longer that Ritsuka managed to relax his hand enough to let go, his gaze searching for answers once more. Soubi...what was Soubi aiming for...today. It was different than usual.

The man gave him a soft, reassuring smile; a smile that he only had for Ritsuka. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to the boy's lips, as if trying to soothe him. "If at any point you want me to stop.. Just tell me," Soubi said quietly, hoping his words would calm him. Carefully he removed Ritsuka's shirt, tossing it carelessly aside before allowing his fingers to smooth away the strands of hair that had been pushed out of place. Those same fingers ran up the edge of one of Ritsuka's cat ears, stroking it fondly as his eyes ran along the boy's now bare torso. "Ritsuka.." he murmured, his unoccupied hand beginning to trace little patterns down his sacrifice's chest, imagining the things he would--hopefully--be able to paint there soon. "..you aren't afraid.. are you..?"

'Yes....I'm afraid, Soubi.' The words ran clear like crystal through his mind as his mouth parted but the words that escaped him were indecipherable and all just seemed to be related to his enjoyment of the soft touching and attentions. His ears twitched along with the touch from Soubi's fingers, the expression on his face becoming timid as Ritsuka realized he wasn't able to resist what was going on. It was embarrassing...but nice. Soubi...obviously knew what he was doing and by now...Ritsuka had an idea on where it was heading. But how would...everyone else take it if they found out.

In silent understanding, Soubi bent his head and softly kissed Ritsuka's parted lips, swallowing his quiet sounds of pleasure. When he broke away, he looked into the boy's eyes, seeing the timidness and worry there and trying to alleviate some of that with a gentle nuzzle to his neck. "You can tell me to stop.." The art student pressed Ritsuka back against the bed once more as he said this, and began reaching for the first bottle of paint. As he opened it and poured a little of it into the top that he removed, he managed to place a few kisses along the top of the boy's chest and over his shoulders--soft, fleeting little caresses.

Soft moans escaped Ritsuka as he watched Soubi timidly, eyes flicking between the man, the paint and the rest of his room. A part of him couldn't believe this was happening. Another part of himself wondered what would be the end result of this...adventure they were having. His words were barely audible as he spoke...soft mumblings of memories and camera. He bit his lower lip and averted his gaze from the man. He knew what he was saying was wrong.

He knew this was new to Ritsuka, that was why he was trying to take it slow and gentle--the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off completely. With a small, patient smile, Soubi dipped one finger into the paint--this color a pale green--and slowly traced it down Ritsuka's chest, starting just above his stomach and moving down. His head tilted slightly in concentration as he began carefully sketching something, his fingers tracing slowly and sensually along Ritsuka's skin. His touches alternated between feather soft and firm, but always he pulled away to get more paint before his touches could stray too low, and after a few moments, it was obvious Soubi was deliberately teasing the boy.

Ritsuka's attempts at not moving were not panning out very well as the boy shifted about a little on the bed in an attempt to see what was going on and also get rid of this flushing sensation that was taking over his body. He felt his pants tightening slightly and felt himself feeling further embarrassed. A hand reached up and grabbed towards Soubi in a slightly childish manner as his lips uttered a soft and almost sensual sounding "Soubi..." Ritsuka's tail moved around and wrapped slightly around the waist of his fighter.

Hearing Ritsuka say his name like that made him close his eyes briefly and search for control as well as patience. 'Ritsuka.. Where you picked up this talent to undo me, I don't know..' Soubi thought as he regained his composure as well as his mischevious smile. With the hand that wasn't stained with paint, he stroked Ritsuka's tail, silently enjoying the feeling of it wrapped around his waist. "You should know better, Ritsuka," the fighter teased, leaning down over his chest, "than to rush a masterpiece.." Slowly, he let his tongue slide over a bit of stray paint, letting Ritsuka feel the heat of his mouth as he suckled slowly on the same spot.

A fresh string of moans escaped the boy as he felt the warmth spread from the suckled region towards the rest of his body. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to quell the sounds which were escaping his throat. Ritsuka's tail tightened around Soubi's waist as he lay there, back arching slightly so that his body was slightly closer to the one that he cared about. The one that he wanted to be near. The boy's hands grabbed aimlessly at the bed, handfuls of sheet and blanket being pulled up by his actions.

Letting his teeth softly scrape over the bit of skin he had been attending to, he lifted his head, eyes wandering over Ritsuka's body underneath his eyelashes. 'Beautiful' was the only thing that Soubi could think coherently for a moment and his own body begged to be touched. So far all that had been given to him were those lovely little sounds of wanting and needing his sacrifice had offered, but he wanted more. Gently, he caught hold of Ritsuka's wrist, removing that hand from the bedspread and placing it against his own chest. "Your bed has you touching it every night.. Why not touch me for a change?" Soubi said, half-teasing and half-serious as he reached for the next bottle of paint, this one a red. He watched Ritsuka as he opened this new bottle, pouring a bit of the paint into the cap as he had done with the other one.

His breathing was ragged and fast now as he lay there quietly on his bed. Hesitant, inexperienced fingers moved along Soubi's chest, eyes watching the trail that they moved in. He hadn't paid much attention before...as much as he had clinged to Soubi in battles and even with all the times Soubi had held him close...Ritsuka hadn't slowed down and paid attention to Soubi's body before. It was elegant...beautiful. He bit his lower lip and fought the desire to avert his gaze. Why was Soubi here...with him. Seimei...why did you leave me someone like this.

With a soft purr of pleasure, Soubi simply let himself close his eyes and savor the hesitant caresses Ritsuka was giving to him. It wasn't much, but oh, was it more than enough--for the most part.. There could be more. Hopefully it wasn't something Ritsuka would shy away from. Leaning into the boy's touch, he bent and kissed him, a reward for doing as he had asked. "You can take it off.. if you want.." Soubi murmured, referring to the material of his shirt that kept Ritsuka from feeling the slender chest underneath.

Ritsuka's gaze was only averted for a moment before he pulled himself together and tried to muster up the courage he needed. Slightly awkwardly, the boy pulled himself up into a sitting position and moved his hands to the bottom of the man's shirt, his teeth digging into his lower lips as he did so. He couldn't...could just barely believe he was doing this. He tried to calm his breathing and his heartbeat. His body trembled slightly as he sat there, staring at the small amount of skin visible where Soubi's shirt was lifted just slightly. At that moment, Ritsuka felt the urge to run. He hadn't ever come this far before...this had to be more than just training...right? His voice trembled as he attempted to voice his questions..."S...soubi...this.."

In an attempt to soothe him once more, Soubi's hand slid around his waist and gently rubbed his lower back. His lips brushed the top of Ritsuka's head in a tender display of his affection. "I only said if you wanted to, Ritsuka," the man said quietly. "I won't ask anything of you that you don't want to give.." Briefly, the fighter paused. "..But if I stop now.." Those long, skilled fingers slowly brushed down Ritsuka's chest where the paint was slowly drying. "..I won't be able to finish this."

Tentative fingers slid below the silken shirt and Ritsuka felt them travel slowly along Soubi's stomach, traversing very slightly towards the man's chest. "Sou...bi...." The boy turned and forced himself to be brave enough to watch into his eyes directly for the first time tonight. "Why..." Just because I got mad at you...just because you have to...or did Seimei order you to do this as well. The sacrifice felt himself be pulled further than he ever has before...and this time he felt like not fighting back. He'd like to see the outcome. And still be the "Ritsuka" he is now. 'I don't want to disappear.'

He couldn't suppress the shiver that went up his spine and traveled to the rest of his body thanks to Ritsuka's simple touch, and his fingers, having stopped near the boy's hips clenched slightly, his nails gently digging into the soft flesh. Soubi's other arm tightened around Ritsuka's waist and he suddenly drew him closer, their bodies nearly flush against one another. He only allowed space so that the paint wouldn't be smudged. "Why?" Soubi dipped his head in, hot tongue tracing the curve of one ear before descending to suck on the earlobe. "Because I want to show you how much I care about you.. how much I would do for you.. and.. how much I love you.." the fighter trailed his lips down Ritsuka's neck, whispering against the skin before biting down gently, "and I would do it.. regardless of what Seimei had ordered me to do."

A loud moan erupted from the boy's lips and he felt himself arch towards the man, his eyes closing tightly. "Soubi..." he managed to utter quietly before another soft moan erupted from his body, eyes fluttering closed. The rush of emotion after emotion was rather draining but it couldn't stop here. Ritsuka didn't want it to. His body moved quietly towards the source of the warmth and emotions as his own hands began to gently pull at Soubi's shirt, wanting to remove the barrier between them. ...His pulse sped up and he felt the flush return ten-fold as Ritsuka mouthed soft words towards the man. "Suki..da...Soubi..."

As Soubi saw those words on Ritsuka's lips, it was all he could do to keep both his composure and patience from slipping away completely. Oh, god--how long had he waited for that? It seemed like forever now, after all of the rejections, all of the pushes away and all of the times Ritsuka had told him to stop saying things he didn't mean.. Now Ritsuka finally seemed to understand, to reciprocate those feelings. Forcing himself not to succumb to passion just yet, the beautiful fighter unwound his arms from Ritsuka, helping him remove his own shirt as he felt his gentle tugs. Once the barrier of his shirt was gone, he didn't hesitate to push Ritsuka back against the bed more persistently than before with his knee gently parting the boy's legs so that Soubi's own slim hips could fit between them. He slid one arm underneath Ritsuka's back and deliberately drew him closer as he hovered over him, the movement bringing their hips together, giving the boy a first teasing taste of friction between his legs. "Suki da, Ritsuka.." He dipped his head, long strands of hair tumbling down his shoulders to softly brush Ritsuka's skin before he kissed the boy's pale throat. "Let me show you how much.."

A soft gasp escaped from the small boy as he felt himself pushed back onto the bed and the soft lips exploring his neck. The sensation of Soubi’s bare chest upon his own was unbelievable to the boy as his hands reached up and awkwardly grabbed onto the arms of his lover. The tight grip showing the fear but also desire that had awakened from the sudden actions. His hips moved on its own accord as Ritsuka shifted against the bed and raised himself towards the man…wanting…desiring.

His own soft murmur of pleasure was muffled into Ritsuka's neck--Soubi couldn't help it, he had waited long enough to have Ritsuka like this and his hips moved automatically, rocking slowly but more firmly into the boy's. The movement was enough to make him want more but he restrained himself, still feeling the fear amidst all of Ritsuka's desire. His lips brushed down his neck, feeling his rapidly beating pulse. "I'm not done with this painting yet, Ritsuka.." His hand drifted down the boy's chest more firmly, lingering around his nipples, fingers tracing around the sensitive nubs.

Moans erupted from the boy as he received the intimate attentions. Purple eyes closed tightly as he struggled to not drown under the waves of the pleasure that was erupting again and again. The soft black ears twitching this way and that as if trying to comprehend the moment that the two are in. How much more of this could he handle…how much more of Soubi’s attention. But…he didn’t want it to stop, not ever. This moment was too special to ever stop.

Soubi's fingers reached for the bit of paint he had poured and carefully dipped one finger in it, trailing it down the boy's sensitized chest and leaving a streak of red in its wake. Unable to help himself, he bent his head and slowly licked after it, savoring the taste of Ritsuka's skin, the painting he had wanted to complete forgotten. His mouth closed around one of those tiny nipples, suckling briefly before the man's mouth went lower, sliding his body down. His tongue traced the outlines of the paint, even dipping into the boy's navel. With a small smirk, Soubi's lips brushed over one of Ritsuka's protruding hips before he bit down ever so gently, suckling on the spot, his fingers daring to toy along the top of his sacrifice's pants. So close.. he was so close.

His eyes closed themselves tightly as he revelled in the moment and the warm emotions of what was happening to his own body. Nobody had ever touched him like this before…nobody other than Seimei has been allowed to even come this close to Ritsuka before. But… even Seimei had never come this close. He felt his ears and tail become tensed as was his body as the waves of sensation continued to overtake him as time passed. It wasn’t but a moment later when Ritsuka realized exactly where his fighter was going before his eyes opened and he muttered out a quiet..”S..soubi…” Slight worry crossed his mind as to how far his love was going to go that day.

Hearing the concerned voice of his sacrifice, Soubi lifted blue eyes, gently kissing the tiny bruise he had left. "Yes, Ritsuka..?" Slender fingers stroked the boy's side and to his hip, the movements slow but deliberately firm. He knew it was taking a lot out of Ritsuka to relax and even let him get this far, but if he stopped now.. Honestly, Soubi didn't know if he could stop now, even if Ritsuka asked him to. The fighter wanted so badly to truly be one with his young love, to truly complete their bond and to be able to call Ritsuka his lover.

The small body dropped back onto the bed, panting softly for breath as his eyes dropped back closed. There was one thing he’d never been wrong about Soubi; being with him always made him tired. His voice was soft, longing as he spoke. “Don’t…stop.” They’d come far enough for the boy to realize that there was no turning back. He didn’t want to think about how other people would react at the moment. Right now, there was only Soubi. And he wanted to be his.

Soubi smiled softly, inwardly relieved that Ritsuka didn't want him to stop. He could feel that the boy wanted to belong to him, and that made all of his own hesitations disappear. "I won't, my love.." He nibbled softly on the sacrifice's exposed hips as his fingers found the zipper of Ritsuka's pants, tugging it down before hooking his fingers into both the boy's pants and underwear and peeling away the material that seperated them. As his skin was exposed, Soubi trailed kisses along it, his tongue daring to tease over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

A loud groan escaped him as he felt the chill reach parts of his body that haven’t been exposed to anybody else before. Ritsuka instinctively shifted away from the touch for a moment, embarrassed at being exposed, the flush on his cheeks being renewed. The boy turned his gaze away from the man, his ears flattening on the top of his head as his tail moved through the air hesitantly. He didn’t know what to do, how to reciprocate. The boy felt the urge to please the man but didn’t know how.

Once the boy's pants were fully removed, he tossed them aside along with their shirts and sat up slightly, combing back strands of long hair from his face and taking off his glasses in the same movement. Simply revelling in the moment, letting his eyes wander along Ritsuka's body that was now fully exposed to him. Soubi made his way back to Ritsuka, crawling up his body, letting his thigh rub between the boy's legs--allowing him to feel the sweet friction. It wasn't enough, though and he knew it. It needed to be skin on skin. "Kawaii desu, Ritsuka.." he murmured fondly, gently catching the boy's chin and tilting his head back so he had to look at him. "If you want to please me.. just touch me. Anywhere."

Shy hands moved from the bed towards Soubi. Tentatively, he brushed the silver stands of hair, along his cheek and down towards the strong chest. How did Soubi manage to be so beautiful. The boy bit down on his lower lip, the larger body brushing against him sent chills all up his spine. Wonderful chills. He had to feel more. His eyes gazed up at Soubi with an almost desperate plea. Small fingers ran along the chest, shyly over nipples and down towards the stomach. Ritsuka let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

Quietly, the fighter moaned, Ritsuka's touch nearly making him loose all control as he leaned into it, long eyelashes hooding his eyes as pleasure flooded his limbs. Oh, god, did Ritsuka know how to undo him even with the simplest touches.. Soubi leaned in and kissed the boy again, spontaneously and much more heatedly than he ever had before, taking in that breath that Ritsuka had just let out. His tongue probed at the boy's lips, barely asking before finding its way inside to kiss him senseless. His hands moved down Ritsuka's sides and to his hips, thumbs grazing the sensitive areas before one hand slipped between them and without hesitation, slowly stroked the boy's arousal.

A loud moan erupted from the boy as his eyes snapped open completely and stared at the man above him. Surprised, shocked…and completely enjoying the moment. Ritsuka couldn’t contain further moans as his body arched towards the pleasure, his tail moving to wrap around the wrist that had become the source of his fervour. His tongue moved and danced with Soubi’s in ways he had never thought before, instinctively returning what was asked of him without any hesitation and thought. Ritsuka found himself lost in the emotion he had tried to hard to block.

As he kissed Ritsuka with heated, tender passion, he soon could hear his own soft moans mixing with Ritsuka's, hips instinctivly pressing down to rub against whatever friction he could find. Tiring of the last barrier between them, he dropped one hand to tug off his own pants, kicking them aside carelessly. Soubi's fingers tightened around Ritsuka's desire gently and stroked him more firmly, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his length. Only then did he break the kiss, and slightly breathless himself, the fighter found his free hand's fingers tangling into the boy's hair, gently but firmly pulling his head back to expose his neck. Without thinking, Soubi's mind had decided to leave a mark for everyone to see that Ritsuka was his--and that he did, suckling on soft skin before biting down slightly.

A soft grunt of pain and surprise escaped Ritsuka’s throat as he lay submissive to all of Soubi’s actions. Soft panting followed, the boy biting down on his bottom lip softly. “Ah…Soubi…” he moaned the name of his partner as he felt the warmth flush up through his body from the tender strokes. Tears began to escape from the purple as the boy’s body attempted to move alone the body beside him. Wanting more…craving more. To be completely Soubi’s. The master succumbing to every will of the servant.

His mind's primal desire to mark what was his slowly passed and Soubi licked at the mark he had left gently, soothing the pain with pleasure. "Ritsuka.." he whispered, his melodic voice husky with desire, half-lidded eyes admiring the beautiful body beneath him. His. Ritsuka would be his. Slowly he sat up, pulling away completely to fish out something that had been tucked away into his shirt's pocket--a tiny bottle of mint oil. Soubi bent and kissed Ritsuka's temple softly, brushing away the strands of hair from his face. "..I won't lie to you.. This might hurt at first.. but please.. trust me. I'll make it feel good."

Ritsuka’s eyes widened slightly, biting his lower lip at the thought. His thoughts went back to the battles that they have been in and he wondered what kind of pain Soubi had meant. His breathing quickened slightly in anticipation as the tail around the man’s wrist tightened its grip. His expression appeared afraid yet completely submissive to all that was happening. Ritsuka wanted what Soubi had to offer. He desired. The ears on his head twitched curiously, showing the boy’s inner emotions. Curiousity…something Ritsuka might regret.

Soubi couldn't help but let that teasing, playful look cross his face and he nipped lightly at one of Ritsuka's cat ears as they twitched. His arm slid beneath Ritsuka's lower back again and he pulled him close so that Ritsuka's legs were loosely draped on either side of his own slim waist. As he gently pushed back one of the boy's legs, bending it at the knee, he nuzzled at the same cat ear he had nipped. "Just trust me.." The fighter opened the bottle and coated his fingers in the oil, and before Ritsuka could have the chance to balk at his actions, slid his hand down and let one finger slowly circle the boy's entrance, waiting for the inevitable tighten of his sacrifice's tail around that wrist and jerk of his hips.

A sharp cry escaped the boy as his eyes closed tightly, his body shrinking against Soubi’s in shock and his tail tightening. His ears flattened completely on his head as his head pressed itself up against Soubi’s chest. Ritsuka’s hands came up by his head, fists clenched tightly. “S…Sou…bi…” It was a sharp but warm pain, not like the cold steel that he was used to feeling. The boy’s panting increased as he fought for breath.

Knowing it was best if he didn't draw it out at first, Soubi slid the well-oiled finger inside of him quickly but carefully, hooking it slightly to find that sweet spot inside of him and graze it gently, hoping to soothe the pain he knew his sacrifice was feeling. He dipped his head and softly kissed the top of Ritsuka's head, murmuring soft, calming words. His other hand slid between their two bodies and found the boy's arousal, slowly stroking it to distract him.

Another cry escaped the young boy, but this time followed by a soft moan, tears trailing softly down his cheeks and dropping onto the man’s chest. Ritsuka’s hands grabbed at the bare chest his nails leaving slight grazes as his panting became loud and uncontrollable. “Ii….” He bit his lower lip in an attempt to control the sounds escaping his body. To be this close to Soubi, to feel this warmth. It was worth anything. . .

He couldn't help but moan slightly as he felt Ritsuka's nails but resisted the urge to give into his own pleasures right now--Ritsuka's were more important. Soubi lowered his head further and gently nudged Ritsuka's head up, softly kissing away the tears that trickled down his cheeks before meeting his eyes. His own eyes were clouded with desire and the heat of passion but easily managed to retain the love he felt for his young sacrifice. "You don't have to keep anything back, Ritsuka.. No sounds, no desires, nothing.." Slowly, he added a second finger, stretching the boy's body as he twisted the fingers inside of him carefully.

It was a mix between a groan and a cry of pain as Ritsuka felt himself trying to accommodate another finger. His arms reached up and wrapped tightly around Soubi’s neck, small body trembling slightly from the pain and sensations that it was being subjected to. “It hurts…Soubi…” His voice was soft…small…but also a slight tinge of unmistakable passion. The ears on his head moved slowly, seemingly slightly confused as the tail seemed to loosen somewhat.

His lips found Ritsuka's neck and shoulders, placing soft, soothing kisses there. "I know.. just try to relax, Ritsuka.." Soubi's own voice was slightly restrained, catching briefly on Ritsuka's name as he felt his body tremble against him. His fingers teased along the boy's desire, hoping to avert his attention from the pain as he decided Ritsuka was ready for the third and last finger. As gently as he could, he slid the finger into his sacrifice`s tight body, not wasting any time to press firmly into that same spot as before.

Ritsuka almost whimpered as he felt the pressure, nuzzling into the man’s neck gently and his teeth biting down softly on the skin there. His eyes closed tightly as his grip around the man tightened. The tingling from the pain slowly beginning to send sharp sensations of warmth through his body. Movements from the boy’s tail and ears were beginning to slow much further now as his body gave into the actions of the man.

Soubi groaned softly at the feel of the boy's teeth, his head falling forward to trail soft, fleeting kisses all over the boy's shoulder. "..Ritsuka.." His fingers twisted inside of him for a last time, satisfied that he was thoroughly prepared before slowly withdrawing them. He used what remained of the oil to coat his own length for added lubrication and he pressed Ritsuka onto his back completely, the boy's legs still draped around his waist. "Suki da.. Ritsuka.." Soubi whispered against the boy's neck, the arm underneath him tightening and drawing him flush against him as he pressed his arousal against his sacrifice's entrance, slowly filling him.

The boy’s head tipped up as he closed his eyes tight. Pain, pleasure and all his senses seemed to explode at once inside him, the boy biting his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Small hands grabbed at the sheets below him as his body fought to accept everything. The soft tears adding to his young innocence as his ears seemed to flatten softly against his head, slightly limp, tail laying on the bed carelessly. This was.…the moment. A short series of moans followed as Ritsuka forced his eyes opened to watch the man before him.

Once fully sheathed inside of the boy's body, Soubi had to force himself to relax, his own breath slightly ragged at he fought for control as he completely felt the tight heat of Ritsuka's body around him. He managed a gentle smile down at his sacrifice, and he pressed a slow, tender kiss to the boy's lips, letting it linger sensually even as he broke it. Another kiss followed to Ritsuka's forehead, and a teasing tongue lapped at the sweat that gathered there as a hand caught one of the boy's wrists, gently unprying his hand from the bed. "Please.. Ritsuka.. Let me feel your touch.. You can hold onto me, I'll never let you go."

“Soubi….” His voice was soft, trembling but pleading as he spoke, tears streaming softly from purple pools as the emotion became too great for him to contain. Small hands reached up, sliding themselves around the strong neck where they are usually wrapped, except this time…there was no danger…and there was no unwanted pain. A new sensation began to move up Ritsuka’s body, a warmth….strange and wonderful sensation enveloping him.

Tender lips pressed against the boy's cheek, kissing away a few of his tears as they descended to Ritsuka's lips once more, kissing him slowly as Soubi began a rhythm with his hips, slow and steady. Regardless of the slow pace, the fighter took special care to angle himself just right, grazing over that pleasureable spot deep inside Ritsuka as he held him close. Ritsuka.. In his arms, like this--he had imagined once that it would never happen. But now, all of that had changed. Ritsuka was his.

He responded to the kiss, leaning up towards it, his lips grabbing onto Soubi’s lower lip and tugging gently. The pain was still present but unaccounted for as the pleasure swarmed its way over the boy, his body trembling from the excitement. So….this is what it was like to be….connected. Ritsuka….found that he didn’t mind any of it. His body began to release the fear that had been contained within him, welcoming the emotions of safety and comfort. For the first time….since the loss of his brother, Ritsuka felt completely calm and happy.

He could feel Ritsuka relaxing and calming beneath him, and that made Soubi relax as well, happy at once that he could make his young sacrifice feel this way. Afterall, he always had wanted to please him, and now he could do that truly as his lover. His teeth gently scraped over Ritsuka's own lower lip, tongue running over the tiny cut where the boy had made it bleed earlier, soothing it as he drew his hips back and thrust into him more firmly, his arm tightening around Ritsuka as he did, muffling a soft moan against the boy's lips. Determined to give Ritsuka nothing but pleasure, his free hand slid between them and began to stroke the boy's neglected length in time with his thrusts.

Another eruption of moans filled the air as the pace continued, the boy’s body tensing in the midst of it all. It all felt too good. Soubi….he couldn’t believe Soubi was here with him, like this. The boy’s tongue sought out Soubi’s as the moment continued, wanting to be as close to the other as possible. To have as many surfaces together as he could. Anything separating the two was an obstacle that needed to be removed. Nothing should be able to keep them apart.

Soubi eagerly tangled his tongue with Ritsuka's, not wanting to break away from kissing him even as he knew they both needed air. His fingers tightened around the boy's desire as his hips struck into him deeper and more firmly, wanting to let him feel everything, everywhere, the arm underneath his waist tightening to arch Ritsuka's back even more for him, heightening the sensation as their bare skin ground into one another.

His eyes closed again, remaining closed for now as the boy enjoyed all the sensations that were being washed over him. Soubi inside of him, Soubi holding him up, Soubi next to him…everything. The warmth, the enjoyment and another emotion. An acceptance, a love. It was something Ritsuka hadn’t truly felt for a long time. He revelled in the pleasure of this emotion, his moans becoming louder and more forceful, not caring about anything except this enjoyment and being with Soubi.

To have Ritsuka like this was bliss. Absolute and utter bliss, that was the only way to describe it--that he was finally able to make his sacrifice, no, his lover, happy like this, to feel pleasure like this.. That was all that ever mattered. Soubi moaned as his hips rocked into the boy, stroking and teasing him with his fingers, wanting to see more of that wonderful pleasure across Ritsuka's face.

The emotions were clearly displayed over his features and showing through his reactions as Ritsuka continued to enjoy the actions worked upon him. “Soubi…” His voice coated with lust as his back arched once more. “Please…soubi…” Ritsuka’s fingers scratched into his fighter’s back, leaving soft marks there as the pleasure increased. Stronger waves washing over him. A soft voice in the back of Ritsuka’s mind repeated wishes of this being a never-ending moment. Hoping this wasn’t some evil dream he would wake up from.

A soft, almost feral growl of pleasure escaped from his lips as Soubi buried his face into his sacrifice`s neck, kissing and biting softly at the tender flesh, his hips thrusting into Ritsuka more roughly, obviously possessive. Hearing Ritsuka plead for more was enough to make him surrender to him completely, give him everything he ever had. His hand stroked him firmly, seeking to bring him both pleasure and release from it, to let him feel everything he could. Both lust and love were in his eyes as he met Ritsuka's, not breaking away even as soft moans of his own pleasure escaped his lips.

He felt his body tensing from the renewed fervour, his hands clenching into tight fists. He could feel his body almost at its limit as he let another loud series of moans escape. The bond between Fighter and Sacrifice…no longer the only bond holding them close. There was a soft voice in the back of Ritsuka’s mind, questioning what he was to Soubi but it was quickly pushed away as he felt the pleasure building.

The bond he would share with Ritsuka was complete, encompassing the bond between a fighter and sacrifice by far. It was the bond of a lover, something he and Seimei had never even shared. Ritsuka was his one and only and Soubi intended to devote everything to him to prove that. Even now, he wanted to see Ritsuka reach his completion first, to see that pleasure go through him before he allowed himself that. His kisses turned to heated, sensual suckles and nips around the boy's neck and his hips rocked forward firmly, hitting hard that bundle of nerves deep inside of him that only gave Ritsuka pleasure.

A loud moan filled the room as Ritsuka felt his body reaching a place that it had never reached before, his body arching to contain all the pleasure. The climax he had been yearning for since the beginning. He felt his body wash over with a warmth and a brightness that seemed to make everything wonderful, everything seem clear and elegant. Ritsuka never wanted to leave this place, his body yearned to stay in this warmth for the rest of time.

As he watched the expression of pure bliss on his lover's face, Soubi's eyes finally fluttered shut with a moan of his own, letting it mix with Ritsuka's as his own wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving with a euphoric sense of both weakness and strength. He held the boy close to him, his arm still tightly wrapped around his waist, face buried into Ritsuka's neck as his breath escaped him in soft, slightly ragged pants. Soubi didn't want to move from the embrace their bodies had tangled into, so he let the sensations and feelings linger, as if holding Ritsuka close forever could convey some of the emotions he felt for him.

The sacrifice nuzzled into the arms of his fighter, as if trying to bury himself in more of the warmth. Ritsuka’s panting slowly regulated itself as the boy lay there, eyes closed gently and enjoying the closeness. Enjoying the idea of being with someone rather than alone. He couldn’t speak, not for the lack of trying. His weak hand moving slightly, trying to catch one of Soubi’s.

Carefully, the fighter rolled off of his sacrifice, gathering him into his arms and holding him as close as he could. Soubi gently caught Ritsuka's hand in his own and twined their fingers together, bringing it to his lips to kiss it tenderly. "Suki da, Ritsuka.." he whispered, his own voice still slightly husky from the lingering lust and breathlessness. The words did his feelings for Ritsuka no justice, but there was nothing that could sum up how much Soubi cared for him.

He snuggled up closer to Soubi’s body, panting softly and eyes remaining closed. The boy’s voice was barely audible as he spoke in return. “Suki da….Soubi…” There was a slight tremble in the voice, soft fears renewing themselves. What was going to happen to his ears now. With a free hand, the boy held his tail in a slight moment of attachment. He leaned his head against the man and opened his eyes slightly to have a look at his surroundings, however blurry they appeared at the moment.

Soubi smiled gently, his own free hand coming to stroke behind the boy's ears lightly, sensing his fears. "..It will be okay, Ritsuka. You'll get used to not having them, as will everyone else."

Relaxing into Soubi’s arms, the boy pouted a little, biting his lower lip. He could feel his ears were there but weren’t sensing anything from them anymore. His hand grasped the man’s tightly for a moment before nodding. “Does it…hurt?” The whispered words escaped him before he could stop them…

The man dipped his head to kiss Ritsuka's temple affectionately, his own fingers squeezing his reassuringly. "No. It doesn't. It might take a few days for them to actually fall off.. but when they do, it's nothing." Soubi's free hand slid down the boy's back, stroking his spine as he held him close before slowly smirking. "..Yuiko-chan might be jealous, though."

“Yui….ko-chan? Why..?” He watched up at Soubi with a curious gaze, breathing softly Soubi’s scent, remembering it, wanting to not ever forget it. “We’re just friends.” He tipped his head in a slightly curious manner before averting his gaze and watching the beautiful body before him.

He released Ritsuka's hand, gently cupping the boy's cheek and tipping his head up for another soft, fleeting kiss, meeting his eyes as he did. "Because she likes you. Who wouldn't like Ritsuka-kun?" Soubi smiled against Ritsuka's lips, his eyes all warmth and love for his sacrifice.

A soft flush once again moved over Ritsuka’s face, his gaze averted and a soft smile playing over his lips* “Soubi…baka.” He would never be the same again…but that didn’t matter. To everyone else, he’ll still be the same Ritsuka. Ears or not.