Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ OBEDIENCE ❯ obey me ( Chapter 1 )

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

This piece of fiction was inspired by rabid fan… Who requested a Ritsu X Soubi fiction, so here it is.

Full of BDSM, anal and all sorts of unpleasantness… well, for Soubi anyways.

OBEDIENCE

Soubi dragged on his cigarette, finding himself in a rather bad mood. Leaning against a tree he watched as cars drove by and students walked across the lawn of the school.

“Genki das ka, Sou-chan?” Kio asked, sneaking around the tree to stand next to the taller blonde.

“Iya.” Soubi answered.

“Nani? What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just needed a smoke.” Soubi answered.

“I can tell something's wrong.” Kio began, “And I bet it has something to do with that bandage on your cheek.”

Soubi continued to smoke silently for a moment.

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“Sou-chan?” Kio asked quietly.

Soubi didn't respond, he instead extinguished his cigarette on the tree he leaned on then walked away.

Kio watched the object of his obsession walk back to the school as he picked up the cigarette left behind.

The truth was, that Soubi was rather irritated, and it was precisely because of the injury on his hand, several others littered his body.

They were the result of a fight he'd had earlier.

Soubi and Ritsuka had fought earnestly against the latest creation of Nagisa-san, another version of Zero of course. This version was not only more irritating than the last two combined, they were stronger.

He reached the doors of the school and thought about going back to the tree for another cigarette.

Soubi sighed, deciding against it and entered. He made his way to his art piece that had yet to be completed.

On the canvas the subject had gotten the only attention, the background remained white.

The blonde studied the butterfly, with broad, blue wings, stretching out. However, the right wing was torn and frayed, bits of the shattered beauty scattered over the background.

“It's lovely.” Came a voice from the doorway.

Soubi turned to look over his shoulder, “Konnichiwa Sensei.” He greeted in a voice just loud enough that he wouldn't be told to repeat himself.

Ritsu smiled slightly at the title, still examining the torn right wing. He asked, “Why haven't you finished yet?” he answered before Soubi could come up with anything, “Is it because of that injury on your hand?”

Soubi clenched his wounded right hand slightly, “Yes, Sensei.”

“I see, well, come to my office shortly. I'll expect you there in no longer than 5 minutes, understood?”

“Yes Sensei.”

Ritsu left the room and Soubi sat down, knowing what would happen when he entered the room.

After a moment of relaxing on the floor, Soubi glanced up at the clock on the wall, “4 minutes…”

He sighed, knowing that it he waited out the full 5 minutes offered, his lesson with the teacher would be prolonged.

Soubi stood up and decided to get it over with, walking to Ritsu-sensei's office in the neighboring wing of the school.

He knocked on the door quietly. Ritsu responded, “Come in, Soubi.”

The blonde opened the door, and stepped inside, softly closing the door behind him.

Ritsu-sensei sat at his desk watching Soubi closely as the young man stood by the door, hands loosely clasped together in front.

After a moment of silence Soubi asked, “Should I lock the door Ritsu-sensei?”

“No need. No one will be disturbing us.”

Soubi walked away from the door to stand in front of Ritsu's desk.

Ritsu was occupied with pinning live butterflies to a mount. “You know why you're here, I'm sure.”

Soubi watched the butterfly as it helplessly flapped its. “I know what is going to happen… but I don't know why.”

Ritsu placed a piece of glass over the frame with the mount, sealing the dying butterfly on display.

“Nagisa-san contacted me and told me something pretty interesting.” Ritsu began.

Soubi remained silent.

“She told me one of her teams of Zero have defeated you. Is this true?”

“Yes sensei.”

Ritsu sighed and shook his head, “After I trained you for so long.” He pinned another butterfly, “After so many lessons… and you lost.”

“Sensei, they were strong, they-”

“Silence.” Ritsu cut him off. He slid the butterfly he just pinned to the side. Soubi watched it as it slowly batted its wings, its last attempt to escape.

Ritsu continued, “My best pupil… my best student failed.”

Soubi found himself distracted, still watching the butterfly as its wings started to slow down.

Ritsu suddenly grabbed the back of Soubi's head, clutching the hair and yanking his head around. Soubi winced and watched Ritsu's face silently.

“Your sacrifice didn't punish you for your loss, did he?”

Soubi reluctantly answered, “No…” he then added, “Ritsuka forgave me…”

“It seems I'm going to have to train you again, Soubi.” Ritsu sighed.

The blonde remained silent, his eyes down cast. He didn't try to argue his way out of it; he knew it would be no use and the disobedience would likely get him in only more trouble.

Ritsu stepped behind his desk to remove his whip, “Assume the position.”

Soubi gripped the bottom of his fitted black turtleneck and pulled it over his head, then slid his long muscular arms out of the sleeves.

The young man's thin and chiseled chest was exposed, an image of beauty in itself. The only things marring the smooth flesh were the bandages that Ritsuka had put over the small wounds.

There weren't many injuries, and they were really only bruises, but they excited Ritsu a little more, and supported his excuse to whip the student.

With eyes downcast, Soubi folded his shirt and set it on the desk. He toed off his shoes then padded across the room where everything had already been cleared away.

Soubi looked over his shoulder and noticed how awkward the room looked with everything pushed to the other side, so there'd be enough room for the `lesson'.

He slightly wondered if anyone ever questioned this… furniture arrangement, but decided that Ritsu most likely just moved it for these `special occasions'.

The blonde released a heavy breath and steeled himself for the onslaught.

Ritsu came to stand behind him again, standing there silently.

Soubi hated this moment most of all, he was unable to tell when it would start. And the time between when he assumed his position and when the whipping began was unbearably long.

The adult admired the thin smooth sloping shoulders with the locks of gold hair laying over it. The back was beautiful, a pure canvas on which to start a beautiful masterpiece or red.

He closed his eyes to keep a calm when he heard the familiar hiss. The sound was from the tip of the whip running over the ground as the hand that wielded it drew back, before snapping it.

*CRACK*

Soubi cried out slightly as the whip struck between his shoulder blades.

“Soubi!” Ritsu instantly admonished, “You may not cry out! You may not make a sound. Wakimarasu ka?”

“Hai, forgive me Sensei.” Soubi answered meekly with the words required.

The whip was raised again and seconds later…

*CRACK*

Soubi held his voice this time as the whip landed on the same spot.

“That's better.” Ritsu stated, deciding he could move on, he began whipping the man's back.

*CRACK*

Ritsu began in a soft voice, “I'm sorry I have to do this Soubi.”

*CRACK*

The blonde squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, angered more by his Sensei's voice than the lashes covering his back.

*CRACK*

Ritsu's voice sounded almost sympathetic and sad, as if he hated to `teach' the blonde in such a degrading way.

Of course, Soubi was angered by the voice because he knew full well that Ritsu was not the least bit sympathetic.

*CRACK*

Soubi fought to remain still as the leather bit into his back.

*CRACK*

“Good Soubi, just grit your teeth and bare with it.” Ritsu instructed, continuing to whip the student mercilessly.

*CRACK*

Soubi shook slightly, his back burning with pain.

There was a long pause and Soubi began to wonder where the man had gone. His question was quickly answered however.

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him. One hand settled on his stomach, pulling him closer as the other latched onto the front of his pants.

Soubi instantly stiffened, “Sensei!”

“Calm down, Soubi.” The older man said calmly.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Soubi asked, grabbing onto the hands in an effort to still them.

“Soubi, let go.” Ritsu instructed calmly, “It's useless to fight the inevitable.”

Soubi slowly let go and allowed the man to undo his pants. The garments were slid down his legs and he stepped out of them obediently, leaving his backside completely exposed.

He calmed his breathing slowly as he heard Ritsu folding the pants and setting them aside, watching the delicious blonde with sadistic love no doubt.

“This has never been part of the lessons before.” Soubi stated.

“I've decided I needed to make a stronger impression on you.” Ritsu stated.

*CRACK*

The whip struck Soubi's bare end and he immediately protested, “Sensei!” he spun around angrily.

Ritsu fixed Soubi with a deathly glare, “Turn around Soubi.”

Soubi remained still, staring at the man with hatred, “I wont.”

“Then it will hurt more.” Ritsu stated, lifting the whip threateningly, knowing that Soubi would eventually choose the lesser of two evils.

wakimarasu ka= understand?