Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ Beloved ❯ Adored ( Chapter 2 )

Beloved

 

Chapter 2: Adored

 

Seimei's mother hates me. There's no other way to describe the look that woman gave me when she saw me. I've been friends with Seimei for a while now—almost a year—but I only met his mom just recently. She's . . . unstable to say the least, and Seimei even said she was doing really well today. It was with a really sad look that he told me it was probably because Ritsuka wasn't there. The mysterious little boy was off on some school trip—just a weekend thing, but long enough that, though I stayed the night, he wasn't there at all. I wish I could meet him. I want to know who could earn Seimei's adoration so completely, seemingly without any effort.

 

He talks about him all the time. Worrying about some new injury, physical or mental, inflicted by their mother, telling me how cute he is when he's happy, fretting about how shy he is at school . . . I get jealous sometimes, but I've learned to deal with it. I would never try to take away something so precious to Seimei. Besides, they're brothers, so I have nothing to worry about in the romance department. Seimei might adore Ritsuka, but I definitely get a feel of brotherly love rather than romantic love. He's just worried about his little brother.

 

And I am not obsessing about it.

 

Anyway, back to Seimei's mother. She is actually quite beautiful; tall and thin with long, silky black hair. I can see where Seimei gets his looks. But her personality and her looks are polar opposites. She's always shaking and twitching, and if you address her directly, she always flinches. And she always glares. Always. The only time I saw her look remotely kind is when she was talking to Seimei's father, but even then it was very strained, almost like she didn't like loving him. I don't really understand it, but that's the way it seemed.

 

Dinner was awkward and very tense; no one spoke, and the food wasn't very good. Not to mention Seimei's mother kept glaring at me the entire time. It's like she thinks I'm going to molest Seimei in his sleep or something . . . well, as tempting as that is, he's still too young, Besides, I'd never do anything to him without his permission. But still, it's like she knows that I like Seimei . . . well, that or she assumes I'm a pervert because I don't have ears. It's probably the latter. Dammit.

 

Oh well, at least after dinner we had fun. Seimei has a lot of good video games, so we stayed up pretty late playing them, but after that . . . ah, we shared the bed. I offered to sleep on the floor, but he refused, saying I wouldn't sleep well, and then he'd feel bad. I protested a little more, but only for show, then we settled down. He wears the cutest little shorts when he sleeps, soft and slightly fuzzy and bright red . . . and nothing else with them.

 

Oh god, I really did want to molest him!

 

Not to mention that when he sleeps, he cuddles. And I don't just mean a little instinctive hug; I mean he twines around a person, tangling limbs and pushing so close you'd think he was trying to meld with you—that kind of snuggling. I almost couldn't trust myself not to jump him, so it was a very long night.

 

I think the worst (or was it best?) part was when he started sucking on my nipple in the middle of the night. Just a totally innocent rasping of the tongue followed by the faintest of suction—like he was trying to nurse—but it was so unbearably hot that I was afraid I'd cum in my shorts. Instead I gently pushed him off—which was harder than you might think because he has a very strong grip—and attempted to go to sleep.

 

Suffice to say that didn't go very well. I didn't drift off until it pale light started filtering through the blinds, and then I was only able to sleep for maybe half an hour before I found out the hard way that Seimei is a morning person. He's the type who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and somehow still manages to be really cheerful. Me? Well . . . I'm kinda the opposite. At best I will wake up on my own at noon, but that's on a good day; I usually sleep in until two or thereabouts.

 

So, when, at seven-o-fuckin'-clock in the morning, when I'd had less than an hour of sleep just because a certain someone is so damned cute, I got pounced on by that same someone and greeted with an annoyingly chipper “Good morning, Soubiiiiiii!”, I was a bit irritated. I opened my eyes, fully intent on chewing Seimei out . . . but . . . he was so cute. All I could manage was to grumble and roll over, forcing him to get off me. Whose sick idea was it to make an individual so adorable that it is completely impossible to stay mad at them?

 

Just as I was about to drift off again, he snuggled up to me, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder and murmured “Pet me, Soubi,” a slight pause, “Please?”

 

Who could say no to that? I rewarded him with a scratch behind the ears, and he responded by re-twining himself around me and purring like a little car.

 

He really is just like a little kitten.

 

AN: Sorry it's kind of short, but what I have after this is on a different topic, so, thinking they didn't go too well together, I split them up. I should have the next part sometime soon. Hope you've enjoyed this so far!