Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ Delicious Punishment ❯ punishment ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

OUBLIETTE: Thank you for your comments. But I should have you know that I've been writing these for some time, I just discovered that Loveless has become a section at AFF.net. I hope you enjoy all my writings, I greatly appreciate your responses.

CLAIRE: hey… I'm updating. Woot.

RABIDFAN: lol, what a colorful fan you are, I love your expressions. ^____^

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Ritsuka: Get off my chair.

Soubi: But it makes me look good. And it makes you look like a cute, short mafia boss.

Ritsuka: Then you get to be my mafia bitch.

Soubi: Oh please, if I weren't so vain I'd blush.

Ritsuka: Are you going to do the introduction or not?

Soubi: Don't rush me I'm doing it! …This was made because SchuldigLiebe decided that Ritsuka needed to control his pet for once…

Ritsuka: Then you shouldn't have been such a baby about it when I whipped you!

Soubi: I didn't think you'd do it!

Ritsuka: Of course I'd do it! Who wouldn't give up such an opportunity?

Soubi: You're so mean Ritsuka! *feigning sorrow*

Ritsuka: *pinches his ass* quiet.

Soubi: *hides smile and continues to wail loudly* And your so abusive!

Ritsuka: *slaps Soubi's ass* Shut up, you know you liked it.

Soubi: … you were kind of scary though…

Ritsuka: Then you shouldn't have gotten SchuldigLiebe to write it!

SchuldigLiebe: *smirks* Enjoy, all who gather to read my musings.

Soubi: SchuldigLiebe does not own me or anyone else from Loveless.

SchuldigLiebe: … I'll get my turn sooner or later…

This is Alternate Universe, which means there aren't really any rules. Seimei is alive, Ritsuka is older, but Soubi is pretty much the same as seen in the manga or anime.

If you like it, then tell me, and I'll be sure to make more~

Delicious Punishment

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(Young Soubi, oddly colored hair. But nice clothes none the less, I like how submissive he looks)

Ritsuka put down his cell phone when Soubi didn't pick up. He glared at it for a moment before asking himself, “Why wont he pick up when I call? Damn it, he's probably off fighting again.”

He sat down and stared at the open door to his balcony, hoping Soubi wasn't in too bad of trouble.

Ritsuka closed his eyes and could see the other times Soubi had been in a fight by himself, and the wounds they had left him with.

After thinking for a moment Ritsuka made his way to his brother's room and knocked lightly, “Seimei?”

Seimei looked up from his computer, “Hai? Genki das ka. Do you need something?”

“I'm fine… it's Soubi.” Ritsuka said, a serious expression on his face.

Seimei turned, “Is something wrong with him?”

“No… Well he's probably injured but I'm mad at him!” Ritsuka cried out in his childish way.

The older boy turned back to his computer, “Why? I thought you loved him and all that crap.”

“I do.” The boy protested, “Demo… it's just that…” he was quiet for a while; trying to put together the words in his head so he wouldn't babble like an idiot. He really hated it when people spoke with no idea of what they were saying.

Seimei tried to help his brother, “Tell me what happened.”

Ritsuka sat down on the bed and explained, “I made Soubi promise me that whenever he got in a fight he'd call me. I don't want him fighting alone.”

“Is he fighting now?” Seimei asked.

“He didn't pick up his phone… I know he was out fighting.”

“So what's your problem?” Seimei asked, scrolling up and down the screen on his computer.

Ritsuka was quiet for a moment then asked, “Soubi isn't obedient. He says he'll do whatever I say, but he doesn't.”

“So fix it.” Seimei stated.

“How? How did you get Soubi to follow your orders? He still is completely obedient to you and you're not even his master any more!” Ritsuka yelled.

Seimei looked up from his computer with a vicious smirk, “You have to show him who's the master and who's the slave.”

“He already knows I'm his master though.” Ritsuka said.

“Then act the part.” He stood up, “You can use the supplies I often used on Soubi.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Ritsuka asked, his voice quivering.

Seimei held out a whip, “You need to punish him Ritsuka.”

“No!” Ritsuka instantly protested. “I don't want to hurt him.”

“Oh yes, because making him promise not to be a `bad boy' has helped so much hasn't it? Maybe you should just go talk to him again. Neh?”

“He's always saying to punish him! It's a joke to him!” Ritsuka shouted, growing angrier, feeling like Soubi had some how made him look foolish front of his brother.

“So punish him. Then lets see if he's still laughing.” He held out the whip further. Ritsuka still looked at it unsure, so Seimei added, “It's how I made him obey me. I wouldn't tolerate having a disobedient slave.”

Ritsuka snatched the leather handle angrily, feeling as if he had to prove himself.

He glared at the whip as he lifted it straight up, the long and stiff whip standing straight up stiffly. Ritsuka lowered it slightly noticing it bend.

Seimei began to grin as Ritsuka flicked it back and forth, watching as the tail followed back and forth with the movements.

“If he displeases you, you have to punish him.” Seimei stated.

The older man could almost feel his heart quicken as he remembered the whip rushing over Soubi's porcelain flesh in the same way, blossoming large red cuts.

Ritsuka glared at it and stilled, it wasn't terribly long, only about 2 or 3 feet, but it filled him with a feeling of power, and amplified his anger, anger that he felt a need to take out on Soubi.

Before he would leave, he'd make one more call to Soubi.

~*~

Soubi sat in his home tending to some of his recent but shallow wounds. Once again he'd gotten into a fight, but it wasn't anything too serious.

He had a few scrapes and cuts; he probably wouldn't even feel it in the morning. But Soubi nursed the small wounds anyways; just to make sure they would heal perfectly.

With a sigh he looked down at his phone, Ritsuka had called yet again when he got home, the first time being right in the middle of battle.

It was almost humorous how it synchronized it was, like clock work. Whenever Soubi got in a fight, Ritsuka called, perhaps he sensed it somehow.

Of course, Soubi didn't find it as humorous as others might, because he would get in trouble for never picking up the phone, it angered Ritsuka to no end.

He sighed and started putting his first aid supplies back into the white tin box as he thought out how his evening would probably go.

Soubi predicted that Ritsuka would probably give him a tongue-lashing and lecture him for a bit and then he'd be off to go about his merry way.

The blonde looked at the phone then picked it up to check his voice messages. Ritsuka had left a message after the second call, as expected, so he opened it and lifted the cell to his ear.

“Soubi, this is Ritsuka. I'm coming over right now, so I expect you to be home and waiting for me. Put away whatever you're doing, I want your full attention.” Then it ended.

Soubi was silent for a moment; the voice was cold and stiff. He sounded angry, Soubi understood why but it still frightened him.

For a moment Soubi was a little worried about Ritsuka coming over, but he shrugged it off and put away the first aid kit then pulled down his sleeves and buttoned his shirt so Ritsuka wouldn't see his wounds.

He walked over to the bed to mess up the covers so Ritsuka would think he'd been sleeping and not ask what he'd been doing but a knock came to the door.

Soubi looked up and quickly disheveled the bed then opened the door, “Ohayo Ritsuka-sama. Genki das ka?” The blonde greeted, stepping aside.

Ritsuka stepped in briskly, nodding back to him, “Genki, Soubi.” It was casual and normal the way he addressed him, but it still scared Soubi, the tone that was used.

He started to close the door when he suddenly noticed another figure walking through it.

Seimei turned and fixed Soubi's gaze with his own before stepping into the middle of the room.

Soubi shut the door, moving rigidly now. He opened his mouth to ask why Seimei had come but decided not to, lest he make the man irritated.

Ritsuka was putting down his school bag on the table, but it was lumpy and didn't appear to be filled with books.

The young boy suddenly turned around, making Soubi jump. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the middle of the room with the switch, “Face the wall, away from me.”

Soubi was still for a moment then he silently walked across the room and knelt, then sat on his heels quietly.

A sharp noise cracked through the air behind him and his back arched violently, recognizing the noise.

Soubi turned his head to see over his shoulders. In Ritsuka's hand was a switch (whip) with the tip pressed to the table, it had probably struck there hard enough to make that violent noise.

The blonde suddenly looked horrified when he recognized the disciplinary device to be the exact one Seimei had used to discipline him with on a nearly regular basis.

His stomach tightened and he shook his head slightly, the way he had years ago when begging Seimei to stop and have mercy when he was being taught his `lesson' as he relived the horrific scene.

Agatsuma raised his eyes to his master's gaze, which was harsh and cold. Ritsuka ordered, “Up on your knees… and face the wall.”

The slave instantly obeyed, getting back up on his knees and turning back to the wall. Seimei was now before him, sitting on a pillow against the wall.

He had apparently taken a pillow from the bed and tossed it to the floor near the wall so he'd have a soft place to sit, since there weren't chairs in the small apartment.

Seimei stared at him coldly, forcing Soubi to lower his gaze in submission. He hated how the man watched him and studied him, it made him uncomfortable, especially because he knew what Seimei was thinking.

The former master was definitely thinking about the times he'd had Soubi in this position, completely at his mercy.

Ritsuka approached Soubi then stood in front of the man. Soubi instantly noticed one hand held leather cuffs, and the other hand held the whip.

“What have you been doing here Soubi?” the boy asked casually.

Soubi looked at the bed and Ritsuka followed his gaze. They were both silent for a moment then Soubi said, “Sleeping…”

“I wanted to know because you didn't pick up when I called.” Ritsuka stated. After a pause Ritsuka let out an exasperated sigh, “You weren't sleeping where you Soubi.”

Soubi dropped his head in embarrassment and shame, “N-no I wasn't.”

“Do you know why I'm here Soubi?” Ritsuka questioned.

The man was silent, he had an idea but he didn't want to say what he was thinking.

“I'm here to discipline you Soubi.”

Soubi inhaled sharply then instantly started defending himself, “Why? I haven't done anything! I haven't even been around you for a few days now! Wh-why punish me?”

Ritsuka stated calmly, “You don't have to call it punishment, why not discipline?” Soubi was silent so Ritsuka continued, “Isn't that what you told me?”

“I… Ritsuka I haven't-”

“Soubi…” The boy interrupted. The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment until the younger broke away.

Ritsuka sighed loudly, as if calming himself, “Remove your shirt…”

The blonde was motionless, staring up at Ritsuka wide eyed. Ritsuka repeated, “Take it off, Soubi.”

Soubi shook his head, “No, I…”

“I gave you an order Soubi.” The youth stated.

The blonde spoke louder, “No! I don't want this!”

“Soubi.” The blonde instantly grew still as he heard Seimei rising, “You were given an order. If you choose not to obey him then I will remind you where your place is.”

Soubi was silent for a moment but quickly started removing his shirt when the taller man took a threatening step forward.

Seimei sat back down and Soubi lowered his head, continuing to slowly unbutton the front of his shirt.

When he slipped it off over his shoulders and onto the floor, a brittle silence passed through the room as his dressed wounds were revealed.

Ritsuka stared at them for a moment quietly, he broke the awkward moment by patting the hip of Soubi's pants with his whip and saying, “Those too.”

Soubi was silent for a long while before putting his hands on the front of his pants, hanging his head low in embarrassment.

When he opened the front of his pants the tip of the switch rested on the underside of his chin, making him go still once more. Ritsuka ordered, “Don't lower your head like that.”

Soubi assented, “Yes master.” He stumbled over the last part, unsure what Ritsuka wanted to be addressed as, but when the boy did not protest Soubi felt confident he'd picked correctly.

The blonde kept his head up, unable to hide his face behind a curtain of hair, shielding him from the world around him as he undressed.

He undid the pants and slid them down to his knees then off his legs, exposing his rather revealing undergarments… then again; he hadn't expected he'd have to remove his pants so he didn't dress for the occasion.

The young man could feel two pairs of eyes on his body. The first set of eyes searched his torso and scanned his shall bandages with a small amount of sympathy in the gaze, even as they swept down his legs searching for more wounds.

The other set settled on his nether regions instantly, Soubi noticed these eyes belonged to his former master, Seimei.

Soubi shivered slightly but remained on his knees, with his head facing forward.

Ritsuka put out a hand after a moment, the palm facing up. Soubi stared at it then looked up at Ritsuka, when the youth didn't explain Soubi asked, “What?”

“Give me your hands.” The boy clarified. Soubi looked at the hand and noticed that the cuffs now hung, ready for use, in the other hand.

He hesitated, the sudden rush of vulnerability giving him cold feet. Seimei started to shuffle again and the blonde quickly put his hands in his master's palm.

Ritsuka repositioned them and said, “Hold your wrists together, keep it here.”

“Yes master.” Soubi replied watching helplessly as the cuffs were rested over his wrists then meticulously tightened till they fit snuggly.

When the boy was done Agatsuma tested the restraints by trying to pull his wrists apart, he sighed when he found that they were bound very well, and he'd have little chance of escaping on his own.

Ritsuka reached forward and fastened the thick leather collar around his slave's neck. “Don't fight me, just relax and go with it Soubi.”

“Yes master.” Soubi replied, finding he was more relaxed than he thought he would be by the words, being told he could relax and not have to fight away the inevitable pain.

“I won't hurt you too badly Soubi.” Ritsuka whispered, just loud enough for Soubi to hear as he attached the front of the collar to the cuffs with a small chain.

“Thank you master.” Soubi said with a small smile and a sigh of relief, just loud enough for Ritsuka to hear.

He remained silent and complacent as Ritsuka looped several belts, one by one, over his torso before tightening them. Each leather strap secured his upper arms to the sides of his chest, restraining him further.

When he was finished, Ritsuka stepped back to admire his handy work. Soubi remained utterly silent, allowing his master to let his eyes wander over his body.

Suddenly everything went dark and the blonde stiffened, inhaling quietly as he tried to understand his new surroundings.

When he felt a pull around the sides of his head then a snap in the back, he realized that it was a blindfold. “Master?” he questioned timidly.

“It's a blindfold, Soubi.” Ritsuka answered.

Soubi sighed slightly, knowing that it was a blindfold then said in a soft pleading voice, “I… please, take it off...”

“No.” Seimei answered from behind the younger boy.

Soubi lowered his head slightly, still investing some hope in Ritsuka. His young master petted his hair and said, “No, you will be wearing it through out your lesson.”

“Y-yes master…” Soubi answered hesitantly. He could tell that this situation was probably mostly thought out by Seimei, which sickened him slightly. Ritsuka was most likely sticking to the plot his brother had given him.

Soubi shifted on his knees slightly, realizing how vulnerable he looked.

His cuffed hands were up by his collarbone, restrained there by a thin chain connecting his collar to his cuffs. The bonds that signified his submission to his master.

Soubi's well-defined upper arms were held to his chest by several belts, secured tightly, but not tight enough to bite into his arms, only to restrain.

Soubi's eyes were blinded to the rest of the world by the blindfold he wore, making him utterly dependant on his master for anything and everything he wanted or needed.

He was completely at his master's mercy…

(And… this is how he looked.

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Ritsuka slowly paced around his captive, gliding the tip of the switch over Soubi's chest, arm and back.

Soubi shivered and lowered his head slightly, thoughts racing through his head. He was terrified by the thought of punishment, yet strangely aroused by how Ritsuka had completely taken control of the situation.

*CRACK*

Ritsuka admonished as he struck Soubi's lower back, “Don't slouch!”

Soubi straightened instantly, holding back any physical response to the pain.

The young Japanese boy continued, “So long as you're my slave you will hold that title proudly, and hold yourself with just as much pride. Understand Soubi?”

*CRACK*

The sentence had been ended with another lash. Soubi responded obediently, “Yes master.”

Ritsuka paused a moment, getting his mind back the topic it had been on a moment ago. He raised the appliance again.

*CRACK*

“You will NEVER disobey my orders, understand Soubi?” Ristuka asked in a firm but calm voice.

“Yes master.” Soubi answered quickly.

*CRACK*

“You will NEVER break a promise to me again. If you say you will do something, then you must.” He paused for a moment then specified, “Like answering your phone, no matter what you are doing you will answer it when I call, understood?”

“But what if-”

*CRACK*

“Yes master!” Soubi quickly corrected himself.

Ritsuka pressed the tip of the appliance into the base of Soubi's back, “And you will NEVER lie to me EVER again. Under any circumstances. I want the complete truth from you; no matter what I'm asking.”

*CRACK*

Soubi arched as this strike slid up his spine. He thought about the question for a moment, not quite realizing that there was only one answer.

Ritsuka raised his weapon threateningly and Soubi stiffened, somehow `feeling' the added tension. He forced out, “Yes! M-master…”

He started to lower his head but corrected himself, drawing an amused chuckle from Ritsuka. The young boy stroked the other's hair in a calm and soothing manner, “My, we learn quickly don't we?”

In a softer voice, as if exasperated, Ritsuka asked, “Soubi? What were you doing here?”

Soubi prepared himself for the blow that followed each question/ statement made. But there was none, he answered, “I was bandaging my wounds.”

“Wounds from when you were fighting, yes?”

“Y-yes… master.” Soubi responded uneasily.

“I don't want you fighting without me with you. We've gone over this so many times. Haven't we?” Ritsuka questioned.

“Yes… we have… master.”

“Is there any certain reason I should know, why you wont bring me?”

“No master… I have no reason…” Soubi answered quietly.

Ritsuka took a deep breath then stepped away, Soubi stilled his breathing trying to hear what was happening.

*CRACK*

Soubi fell forward slightly from the force of the lash across his back but regained balance quickly.

“You disobey your master without reason?” he continued, not giving his pet time to respond, “I must admit I'm disappointed.”

Though Soubi often only felt fear concerning his punishment, for the first time, he was depressed that his master was disappointed with him.

In a way Soubi could almost welcome the abuse… if it would please his master.

Soubi took a small breath and said in a small voice, just loud enough for Ritsuka to hear, “Then punish me… until you are satisfied…”

Ritsuka nodded slowly, though Soubi couldn't see the movement.

*CRACK*

Soubi flexed his muscles slightly beneath his bonds.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

The lashes continued to fall over his lower back, eventually straying up.

Soubi could tell that Ritsuka was restraining himself, and only whipping the bit of skin on his lower back. He concluded this was probably because the young master felt somewhat guilty about hurting his slave.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

The young man arched with every strike, now accompanying many of the hits with a small grunt or groan of pain.

“You're using such a small canvas Ritsuka. You hardly serve this masterpiece the justice it deserves.”

Ritsuka stilled at Seimei's words.

Seimei continued, “Don't limit yourself to one area.”

Ritsuka spoke slightly unsure, “H-hai...”

*CRACK*

Soubi gasped and pulled away slightly as the stroke landed between two belts binding him, licking the tip of his slightly pinched skin.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

The whip's tip slipped between the belts again to punish bits of hiding flesh as well as the exposed and already abused skin of his lower back.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Soubi clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his cries of discomfort.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Soubi shook his head slightly; trying to force back his small groans and gasps.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Ritsuka fell into the rhythm of bringing back the whip and landing it on a piece of flesh that hadn't yet been marred.

As he fell into the mechanically movements he allowed himself to watch his slave more closely.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

He noticed further that with every strike across the man's back came a small gasp, or groan in that smooth voice. Though the voice was

And every time the tip marked his creamy flesh he moved slightly, still unable to completely defeat his instincts. However, each movement, though jerky and pained, made Soubi's muscles flex and his back arch, bringing out an odd sense of beauty to the scene.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Soubi couldn't contain it, without even realizing he'd opened his mouth, he'd cried out in a choked voice, “Ritsuka!”

Ritsuka faltered for a moment, his whip raised in the air. He watched his slave, wondering why, of all things, Soubi would cry out to the person whipping him.

Soubi mouthed the name to himself, “Ritsuka.” And started to breath deeper and calmer.

The young master realized that even in such a painful situation, his slave could find comfort in the very name of his master.

He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find anything to say.

Soubi straightened up again, realizing he must have inadvertently spoken aloud while suffering from the whip, “Continue.”

Ritsuka opened his mouth to say something again, but then closed it, raising the whip instead.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Soubi arched with every stroke of the whip, trying to calm himself with Ritsuka's name on his lips.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK CRACK*

Ritsuka watched his slave carefully; he didn't want to hurt his pet too much. He'd told Soubi he wouldn't hurt him too badly, and it was a promise he was determined to keep, both to his pet and himself.

*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK*

Upon watching Soubi arch and gasp as the whip licked his flesh, Ritsuka found not only that it was mysteriously beautiful, but also that he somewhat enjoyed this scene, and everything it brought.

Ritsuka's free hand drifted over his groin, brushing it slightly. It was then that he noticed that he'd actually become hard from whipping Soubi, and the reactions the blonde gave.

Having become slightly distracted, the young boy landed a harder blow down Soubi's spine.

**CRACK**

Soubi fell forward; his cheek hitting the cold floor, soon followed my shoulders smashing down hard.

He tried to push himself back up but found himself unable to. A light sweat shone off his back, and some of the small beads kissed the marks from the whip, raking a new sharp pain over him.

The blonde released a heavy breath and leaned to the side, allowing the side of his body to cool down on the wood floor.

Ritsuka stopped momentarily, allowing the fighter to regain his breath.

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