Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ Abuse and Love ❯ Abuse and Love ( Chapter 1 )

Care

 

Soubi lay on the bed patiently as Seimei typed on his laptop. Seimei leaned back for a minute and reached up a hand to scratch behind one of his dark ears, “Soubi, would you get my cigarettes out of my pocket?”

 

“Yes master.” Soubi said, as he got out of the bed and fished out the pack and brought it to the older boy. Seimei took it and started to smoke, reading over his document with scrutinizing detail.

 

The blond laughed, “You're 19, you're not going to die.” He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the screen; “So why don't you stop writing your will and enjoy life?” Seimei turned the rotating chair to face his pet; he reached a hand out and slid his long, thin fingers through Soubi's hair.

 

Soubi pressed his head into the hand like a cat would, “Love in the moment.” He sighed quietly.

 

Seimei chuckled, “I believe its `live in the moment'.” He got out of his chair and stood above the pet, “But I like your quote better I believe.” Soubi looked up, waiting for any orders given.

 

The dark haired man reached a hand up to his shoulder, where he slid off his coat and let it drop to the floor. Soubi sat up straight, watching intently. Seimei chuckled on the inside, seeing Soubi's blatant need for interaction.

 

He reached forward to the blonde's neck, where the bandages were wrapped as always. Seimei looped his finger inside one of the loops and pulled it loose, exposing the creamy skin beneath.

 

“Beloved.” He read to himself, as he ran his fingers over the scars from the barbed wire collar and the etched words. He felt the younger man shudder beneath his touch, “Soubi, remove your shirt.”

 

Without delay, Soubi unbuttoned his thin shirt and slid it off, doing his best to not move away from the tender caresses of his master. Seimei pushed his pet onto the bed where he guided his lips, leaving butterfly kisses, over each letter.

 

Soubi leaned back his head, trying to open more space for his master to tease and touch. Seimei suddenly sat up, “Go.”

 

Soubi's eyes flew open, “Leave?”

 

The older man grabbed his slave's wrist and pulled him up, “Outside, now.” He started buttoning back together his shirt, which had `mysteriously' started coming undone at the beginning. “That's and order Soubi!” he harshly said when Soubi didn't move.

 

Soubi turned and walked out the glass door onto the balcony, he wasn't permitted to use the front door, since the Aoyagi family didn't know of him. He stepped outside and waited, Seimei looked and the door to his bedroom, then at the balcony door.

 

Hastily, he made his way across the room, “Soubi, stay there.”

 

Soubi nodded, “Yes master.” The older boy shut the glass door and closed the blinds.

 

Inside, Ritsuka ran into the room, eyes wide and terrified. He threw himself into Seimei, wrapping his arms around him desperately. Seconds later their mother ran in, screaming, “You're not my son any more! You've ruined my entire life you worthless piece of shit! Why! Why don't you just die already!”

 

Ritsuka clutched Seimei tighter, but now hid behind his older brother. The mother screeched and tried to reach around her oldest son to grab Ritsuka, “You can't hide from me! What do you think I am? You're a horrible son Ritsuka! You wont even come to your own mother when she calls to you! I should kill you!”

 

Seimei stepped to the side, successfully hiding Ritsuka completely behind him. “Mother, what are you doing?”

 

“I'm teaching my son a lesson!” she shrieked, tears running down her face.

 

He sighed and offered a smile, “Mother, its okay, go back down stairs and finish the tea I made for you.”

 

Mrs. Aoyagi wiped away a tear, “You're such a good boy Seimei. Thank you.” The dark haired woman turned and walked out of the room quietly.

 

Once she was gone Seimei turned and looked down at Ritsuka, noting the bruise on his cheek and the cut on his shoulder, “I thought I told you to come to me when ever Mom was trying to beat you.”

 

Ritsuka nodded, “I was about to run out of the kitchen, but she blocked the exit, till I was finally able to run past her that is.”

 

Seimei sighed, “Come over here, I'll put something on that so it'll get better.” Ritsuka went and sat on his brother's chair, not noticing when his brother quickly turned off the computer monitor.

 

Soubi stood outside in the frigid cold; he'd realized almost as soon as he'd stepped out, that he'd come out without his shirt, jacket, scarf, etc. He glanced at the door, wishing Seimei would bring him out something to keep warm, but he knew his master was busy, and had probably forgotten about him.

 

He leaned against the railing, he'd read over his master's shoulder to see that will on a few occasions, it was mostly trivial matters, but at the bottom, was his name. Seimei had bequeathed him to his brother.

 

Soubi disliked the very idea of it, not that he would question Seimei's authority and refuse, but he still didn't like the idea. He'd never seen Ritsuka, and new very little about the boy.

 

The main thing he knew, was that, no matter what he and Seimei were doing, as soon as Ritsuka was near, Seimei would boot him out the door and tend to his brother.

 

He huffed and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the cold. After a few moments, a thick warm cloth fell over his shoulders; he looked next to him to see Seimei. He stepped closer, “Sorry I kept you waiting so long.”

 

Soubi turned to allow access of his body to his master, but was otherwise silent; his mood had been rather thrown off due to the intrusion. Seimei ignored it though, knowing he could easily turn the embers back to flames.

 

He pulled the shawl a little closer around Soubi to keep him warm. He guided one of his hands inside, rubbing the cold and tender flesh there. Soubi kept an apathetic expression though is body tensed and arched into the touch.

 

Seimei stepped forward, turning Soubi to press against the side of the house; he leaned forward and kissed the boy softly. Soubi let his mouth fall open, abandoning his decision to be difficult and succumbing to his weakness.

 

The heated kiss deepened, and Sensei drew Soubi into his arms when suddenly, “Why are you licking your lips like that.”

 

Soubi's eyes opened, it was mid day and he was standing on Soubi's balcony with a blanket wrapped around him. He looked to his side to see Ritsuka poking his head out with a confused look.

 

He paused for a moment and finally answered, “I was just… remembering something.” He examined the boy's face, “Did your mother hit you?”

 

Ritsuka touched his cheek and shrugged, “Its nothing much.”

 

Soubi stepped forward and came inside, “Let me bandage that for you.” He offered a smile, though on the inside he was breaking under the flash back he had. Such memories only made Seimei's absence painfully obvious to the loyal pet.

 

Ritsuka sat on his bed while Soubi knelt and started tending to each wound. The younger boy finally asked, “Do you think I'll grow taller some day?” he was probably wondering if he'd be tall enough to intimidate his mother and be exempt from her abuse.

 

Soubi nodded, “I think you'll grow very tall. You're brother was taller than I.”

 

After a pause Ritsuka asked, “Soubi? Do you think… I'll look like my brother when I'm older?”

 

The blond looked up and studied the boys face. He lacked some of the obvious traits of his brother, like the white tips on both ears that gave him a more piercing look. The slender face that matched so perfectly with the beautiful smirk. Even how they held themselves differed tremendously.

 

At the same time they held some of the same features, their eyes were the same dark purple, and their hair was the same dark black shade.

 

Soubi lowered his head back to what he was doing, “I'd… like to think that… it would make me happy to feel like I was looking at Seimei again, my heart has a thirst for him that will never be quenched I'm afraid, now that he's gone.” He lifted his gaze slightly after a moment of thought, “But at the same time… I hope you don't.”

 

Ritsuka pursed his brows together at this last statement.

 

Soubi continued, “You aren't a replacement for your brother. So I hope you grow up to be uniquely you… if you started to look like Seimei…then there'd be no one to quench my thirst for you.”

 

He leaned forward slowly over the bed to kiss the young boy softly and timidly. In his mind he calculated the touch, it was nothing like the heated passionate embraces he and Seimei had shared. But this kiss, was special, in itself, beautiful in a delicate sort of way… like a butterfly.

 

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