Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ Stay ❯ Stay ( Chapter 1 )

Hey there, this was my first Loveless one-shot. Kind of dark, but their relationship isn't exactly sunshine and lollies. It's still sweet though. Just something I decided to expand on when thinking about what happened to the fem Zero team. Plus it's my Valentine's Day fic. ;)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless or anything tied to it. Yun Kouga has all the credit for creating these characters and stories - and Yuji Kawahara too, since they wrote the screenplay that I am getting my back ground from. I am just a humble story-maker, I didn't receive nor do I want any money for this. Just exercising my craft in between my own works.

 

Warning: Things get a little risqué in this. And yes, I drop the F-bomb. Aside from the rating I've put on this, this is your last chance if you have that virginal of eyes.

 

Final note: Thanks for reading. As always, enjoy.

 

Stay

 

It was one of those blissful moments that happened so rarely in his life that Soubi clung to it without shame. Not that he ever took pleasure in his Sacrifice's pain or sadness, but trouble at his home meant more quality time with him. Sometimes he wished he could give Mrs. Aoyagi something to think on before she tried to lay a finger on his perfect Master. However, his little love would not appreciate that at all, especially since he desperately held to his belief that she was just unwell.

 

Months passed without incident. The boy was growing so much now since he had made such progress with the demons haunting his tormented psyche. They were still there, but apparently the old Ritsuka was coming back. Soubi noticed the attention he got from practically everyone at school, and the boy seemed to take the popularity in a calm, indifferent matter. Ritsuka was no longer pushing people away. He smiled more, mostly for him, and the older man noted this too with dizzying happiness. Those smiles had his claim on them.

 

But it seemed this wasn't enough to appease the madness of his loving mother. Soubi didn't know what he did this time, he never asked his Master whenever he came from a clash with her, but it was just like old times seeing the now-teenager standing on his doorstep - disheveled and bleeding from a cut on his head an hour before. And now? Now Ritsuka was cleaned up, courtesy of his loving Fighter, lying beside him on his bed, and eating candy. Soubi hated the apathy the young man was capable of having after moments like that.

 

“I should go.” Ritsuka said after a while of comfortable silence. “Mother's asleep by now, and I don't want to keep you from what you were doing.”

 

Keep me, Ritsuka, please keep me.

 

“You've only been here a little over an hour. Stay for just a bit longer.” Silence and a nod were his reply. His Master was going to remain with him.

 

Soubi drifted from thought to thought—all on the subject of his Sacrifice—playing with the hand that was closest to him, finding the mood too perfect to be real. Like they were the only ones on the world. Which actually they were. For all he cared, everyone else could be pushed into a rocket and shot to Mars, leaving them behind. No one else mattered. Blue eyes flickered to the other body and his heart erupted in fire. Ritsuka was staring off into space, nibbling at another piece of chocolate from the box Kio gave Soubi earlier. He dropped it off along with a bottle of champagne, saying he had been given too many of these kinds of gifts and needed to dump some on his best friend. Besides, he could use them to seduce Ritsuka with he added before Soubi glared him out of his apartment.

 

Watching him now, lapping at the caramel crème that drizzled out of the bite with his pink, kittenish tongue, Soubi now considered the idea. Of course he wouldn't be so unbecoming as to give his precious one alcohol, but he could try and push for more intimacy tonight. How he ached for the other! For a while now Ritsuka didn't ask about his brother or the Seven Moons, seeming to have given up on it and Soubi was grateful. With that, he also stopped worrying about their connection. Soubi didn't like that one bit.

 

Did Ritsuka seriously not know what he was doing to him? The craving, the burning, the searing heat he could ignite his soul with if he just tried? To be honest, Soubi didn't want it from him in the beginning. In the beginning he couldn't stand the thought of being with another Sacrifice, his love ran so deep for Seimei. Seimei was his life, his air, his all-consuming obsession—everything he did was for him and to please him. But that was before…before—Soubi couldn't bring himself to think about the sad fate his life had thrown him.

 

All that remained to guide him out of his hell was Ritsuka. His love, his life, and his Master - if the boy would have him now. After all the lies. Soubi thought sadly and nuzzled the soft cheek, soaking up its warmth. Dropping his hand, Soubi slid his palm across Ritsuka's stomach to pull him even closer. The room seemed a lot warmer suddenly. Ritsuka pressed his head against the Fighter's and they both sighed, enjoying the rare moment of freely flowing affection.

 

Feeling daring and completely starved, Soubi grabbed the slender hand he saw moving to shining lips and slowly brought it close until he licked the sweet stickiness of chocolate and caramel off each finger. Ritsuka blushed but couldn't pull away his hand or eyes from what was happening. Worried he would scare him off if he didn't, Soubi kept his gaze on the hand, and when he was satisfied his Ritsuka was clean of all unnatural sweetness, he planted kisses on the remaining fingers and palm.

 

Working his way up, Soubi moved along the tender skin of his arm, planting quick kisses without lingering too long on any one spot. It didn't matter that once he got to his upper arm he was kissing the cotton of his t-shirt, Ritsuka could feel the heat of his mouth through the material. His heart pounded fast as those sinful lips played across his neck, next his sharp jaw line, and then he was face to face with Soubi.

 

All he managed was the beginnings of a sharp cry as Soubi rose over him and attacked his mouth. Soubi groaned and shoved his tongue inside its rightful place, tasting every part he could before moving away with a loud smack. He was in heaven, this was so right, he loved—

 

“Soubi, stop.” Ritsuka panted and moved as much as he could away from the lovely torture that was being inflicted on him. “I really should get going.” He knew that was lame, but that was the best he could do under the circumstances.

 

“Stay.” Soubi growled against the abused skin of Ritsuka's silky neck.

 

“What? No, I can't. You have to stop now.” Ritsuka shook his head in part to clear his mind and to further his demand. Like a child, Soubi nodded a `yes' ignoring the order. I am not even fit to obey orders anymore. He thought bitterly and bit Ritsuka's shoulder without drawing any blood.

 

“S-Soubi!” The excitement he felt was scaring him and he tried again to bring his Fighter back down to the real world. Soubi almost snarled at the noises and the way he said his name, and before Ritsuka could continue his protest, he lifted just enough to slip his knee between the teenager's jean-clad thighs and roughly spread them to fall between.

 

“Stay with me Ritsuka. Be mine.” He whispered against the now sweaty flesh of his temple and licked at his ear. Without pausing, Soubi started grinding his hips down against Ritsuka's and smiled at the cry he was given. Ritsuka panicked at his words and felt his fear rising at the reaction he was getting out of him.

 

“No! I can't! Soubi, stop now please!” His smaller hands flew up between them to push against the broad chest covering his. Soubi stopped his nether movements long enough to grab his wrists and pin them down beside his head.

 

“Why?” He yelled at him and Ritsuka jumped at the emotions in Soubi's voice. Something was wrong. Soubi never acted this way when he actually did give him orders. Always he was so subservient - to a fault, and now he was nothing less than dominating. “Stop fighting me, Ritsuka!” He barked and Ritsuka choked a low moan out when he didn't continue his grinding but started thrusting against him.

 

Seeing that this made his love dazed, Soubi quickly moved so he held his wrists with one hand and with the other pushed his shirt up to his chin. It wasn't the romantic first time he envisioned, but it would do in a pinch. Gliding his hand up and down, he concentrated on making Ritsuka even more delirious as he touched him in all the erogenous zones he guessed he would be responsive to. Because over the span of a few years, he paid very close attention to Ritsuka's sensitivities.

 

Panting and moaning filled the air. The bed began to creak and slam against the wall as Soubi continued thrusting against the still struggling boy. A blush mushroomed over Ritsuka's body as he noticed the dampness of his jeans and the heavy musk in the room. If Soubi didn't stop, things were going to get messy. But he didn't stop. Ritsuka could feel the ferocity throughout Soubi. His control snapped, but why he didn't know. There was something wrong and his Fighter wasn't telling him. Lips crushed back onto his and Ritsuka squealed as the harsh movements stopped long enough for Soubi to unzip his jeans. His thighs hurt and Ritsuka knew there was probably bruising down below.

 

As soon as the hand released him, Ritsuka pushed himself up to dart away to safety, but Soubi knew this would happen and was ready for him. Lightning movements and Ritsuka found he was held in a sitting position for Soubi to yank his shirt the rest of the way off. Stunned, his arms went around him on reflex to cover his scarred and exposed skin. Wrong move. The sight of him blushing, scared, and covering what had to be the most perfect body created was enough to destroy the remaining bit of Soubi's sanity and control. Pushed back down with a jarring force, Ritsuka was left defenseless against the attack of lips, hands, and everything else the man could use against him to make him submit.

 

This was maddening! He wanted it but he didn't, he loved Soubi beyond what any words or actions would show but he couldn't give himself to the man, and he wanted nothing more than to surrender completely to him but he just couldn't. There was no one else in the world he'd rather give his ears and tail to, but it would hurt too much in the end. Ritsuka couldn't live through that kind of pain. He'd rather die. Finally his brain switched back on; Soubi was good, but not good enough.

 

“Soubi! I can't do this!” They both glared at each other. “I love you, you fucker! I love you! Happy?! You are my soul apart from my body and I hate myself for becoming so attached to something THAT WON'T EVER BE MINE!” It was the first time since they met that Ritsuka admitted his love for him and he cringed at what he turned the confession into. But it wasn't in his deepest fantasies to divulge this when his Fighter had gone unhinged and started to molest him. Sometimes one just had to improvise.

 

“I AM NO ONE'S!” Soubi yelled back, this yelling business actually made him feel better—marginally. Ritsuka tensed at Soubi's quick movements as the man sat back on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt.

 

He couldn't help trembling; it was actually going to happen this way. Never would he have thought it would come to this. Not Soubi. But Soubi didn't stop there nor did he disrobe of his shirt completely. Beautiful, artistic fingers lifted toward his neck, clawing at the layers of bandages he always wore there. Ritsuka looked on in utter confusion. Was he about to be forced into sex by his true love or not? Ribbons of shredded gauze fluttered about them and onto the floor. Ritsuka was shocked at the sight before him. Nothing. No cuts, no carvings—no name. Before him lay a stretch of creamy, unblemished skin that matched the rest of Soubi's perfect body. His chest was heaving with the ruined control over his emotions.

 

“Do you see now, Ritsuka?” Soubi panted, his voice was quiet and shaking with feelings he hadn't felt in a very long time. Seeing the look of absolute bewilderment, he continued, “Seimei gave me up. I have no name, Ritsuka. I am a Fighter who protects nothing, for I am unwanted. Completely useless.” He tensed and his eyes closed like a beaten mutt who's gotten a pat on the head when soothing fingertips touched his scarless flesh.

 

“When?” It was only a whisper.

 

“It started to fade from the very beginning.” Soubi said, sadness and pain thick in his voice.

 

“Soubi you idiot!” On reflex, Soubi opened his arms and a now angry kitten boy lunged into them. For a moment Ritsuka didn't move from his face-plant into the man's chest until finally he lifted his eyes to him. Soubi ran his hands through the mess of midnight hair and massaged the base of each furry ear. He thought he heard a purr.

 

“Do you still love me, Ritsuka?” The hopefulness didn't go unnoticed by the younger.

 

“Yes.” Once said, he found it easier to say every time. “Attempted rape and all, jack ass.” Soubi was his now, or soon-to-be anyway, he could joke and snuggle all to his little heart's content.

 

The Fighter laughed, one of his real and deep laughs, and lay back down. Bringing Ritsuka with him, he cradled the smaller boy in his arms and smiled.

 

“Stay.” He murmured against his sweet smelling hair.

 

“Of course.” Ritsuka looped his arms around Soubi's shoulders and held him tight, feeling the doubt and fear leaving the others stressed body. Be it because Soubi was now free of Beloved's chains or that they had been the most intimate than ever before, he felt different—more confident in his handling of the man. Ritsuka stretched so he was level with a dozing Soubi. “Of course, my love.” He whispered against his smiling lips before kissing them.

 

 

Fin