Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ The Price for Love ❯ Do you want to lose your ears? ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: All characters and such belong to Yun Kouga, creator of Loveless.

I, sadly (*tear, tear*) do not own any of these smexy characters..

 

 

 

 

“Do you want to lose your ears, Ritsuka-chii?” Those where the first words spoken tonight by either of them, and it was strange to hear Soubi's voice come from such a deep silence. Soubi's breath tickled Ritsuka's large feline ears, his fingers curling his midnight black hair. That same ear responded to Soubi's exhalation by twitching ever so slightly.

 

“N-no.” Ritsuka stuttered. A shake of his tail and the slight blush that swept his fair cheeks gave Soubi the indication that Ritsuka was not telling him the entire truth.

 

Ritsuka leant back into the side of his bed. The floor was cool, soothing his burning body. He could feel the blood rush to his face and wished to rest it against the frigid hardwood. But he couldn't, because Soubi's own visage was only inches away from his own. Not only that, but Soubi was straddling Ritsuka's slender legs, slowly moving in closer.

 

“Soubi! Get off!” It came out a squeak rather than the command it had been meant to be. A slow smile stretched across the college student's face as his hand moved to the younger boy's face. Soubi squatted lower, brushing his bottom softly against Ritsuka's sensitive lap. He felt Ritsuka leap in response.

 

“Do you have a fever?” Ritsuka gasped as Soubi's cool hand rested on his cheek. Soubi knew full well that the boy's heat was not due to a mere fever. He closed his eyes and leant into the hand, holding it there with his own.

 

“Soubi.” He breathed, slowly rubbing his cheek against Soubi's palm. It might have cooled his face, but not the rest of his body. He opened his eyes to a slit to see a smirking Soubi, his nose almost touching. He could feel his warm breath dancing on his lips. He parted them, darting out his tongue to taste the warm air.

 

Unable to resist, Soubi closed the gap between them and gripped it gently between his teeth. He applied pressure, slowly grinding Ritsuka's tongue. His own joined the fleeting dance and he flicked the tip of Ritsuka's. He moved forward still and sat lightly in Ritsuka's lap. Ritsuka let out a small moan and wrapped his arms around Soubi's neck.

 

“Soubi…” Ritsuka attempted to speak, but Soubi silenced him with a passionate kiss that left him breathless.

 

“I love you, Ritsuka.” Soubi looked deep into his bright amethyst eyes, piercing his soul with his own lightning blues.

 

“I know...” Ritsuka panted and smiled weakly. Soubi leaned in again, ready to kiss Ritsuka senseless.

“Matte! My parents are home!” His eyes widened as he realized Soubi's intent. He rose his arms to ward off Soubi. “I can't. Not tonight.” He looked up; his eyes shining from unshed tears.

 

“I understand.” Soubi dropped his head so Ritsuka could not see the disappointment written clearly across his face. He had really grown to love this boy.

 

“I should be going. You know you can call me anytime.” With that, he abruptly stood up and walked to the window.

 

“Soubi!” Ritsuka stumbled towards the departing back that was Soubi. He grabbed his arm before he could leave.

 

“I don't want you to go.” Before Ritsuka knew what he was doing, he grabbed the back of Soubi's neck and pulled his face down to meet his lips. He kissed him hard, his tongue shoved deep into his throat. Soubi was too surprised to respond as Ritsuka removed himself from Soubi's mouth. He smiled slightly at the boys' desperate kisses, but Ritsuka's inexperience only heightened Soubi arousal.

 

“Please don't leave.” Ritsuka pleaded softly. Soubi pushed his hair back and adjusted his glasses.

 

“Is that an order?” He asked quietly. A look of contempt crossed Ritsuka's sad face.

 

“No. It doesn't have to be.” He crossed his arms, waiting for Soubi's answer. They stood there, each staring at the other until Soubi broke the silence.

 

“I need to leave. But, if Ritsuka wants me to stay, I will stay. All he has to do is command me.” He looked over the top of his glasses expectantly.

 

“Do you want me to order you around? Like some kind of dog?” Ritsuka asked, a hint of fatigue evident in his voice.

 

“Yes, as that is when I am most happy.” He smiled brightly at the tiny figure that was gazing up at him, his eyes pooling with unshed tears.

 

“Then…I order you to stay.” Ritsuka blushed deeply as he tore his eyes from Soubi's bright gaze. Soubi continued to smile as he happily watched Ritsuka's juvenile reaction. He's absolutely adorable! Thought Soubi.

 

“Ritsuka! Supper!” A voice floated up the staircase from downstairs. Soubi noticed Ritsuka give a small shudder, but made no comment.

 

“I'll try to bring you food. And I don't care if you are not hungry. I'm still going to feed you.”

“Mouth-to-mouth?” Soubi asked innocently as Ritsuka's face flamed up once again.

 

“Stop saying stuff like that!” He turned quickly to hide his face. “Just…amuse yourself while I try to survive dinner.” And with that, Ritsuka was gone.

 

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Ritsuka ate quietly while his mother stared at him. It had been pretty nerve wrecking in the beginning, but he was used to it now. He still wasn't used to eating his mother's cooking, though. He was never certain when she was trying to test him, and it was a constant battle whether to eat or go hungry.

 

“So…how's school?” It would seem to be an innocent question, but it was just another one of her many little tests. A test of what he wasn't sure, but his mother's tone and her body language clearly stated that the wrong answer could bring dire consequences.

 

“It is going fine.” He said slowly. “There is another parent meeting to which you must attend, as Dad can clearly not go.” He looked up through his bangs, waiting to gage his mother's reaction.

 

“Well, we'll figure something out.” She speared an asparagus and brought it to gnashing teeth. He could tell, right from the get go, that she was in a bad mood. This could very well be an unpleasant night for the both of them.

 

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“Soubi, I am taking a shower now, okay?” Ritsuka looked at Soubi hard. “Don't come in. I mean it.” Ritsuka slipped out the door before Soubi could respond.

 

Ritsuka looked at his black and blue reflection in the bathroom mirror. At his feet were clothes, shed only a moment before like a snake sheds its outer skin. His hands probed his aching torso where numerous bruises were blossoming, as a result of supper going drastically wrong. Tomorrow he would have to buy a completely new set of dishes, again. A small sigh escaped his lips as he readied his hot shower. When would this end?

 

I shouldn't take too long. Soubi is still here after all. Ritsuka thought. He pushed aside the curtain and stepped carefully into the bathtub. Interestingly enough, his bathtub had always been unusually slippery, so one had to exercise great caution.

 

Thinking about Soubi had always put a blush on his face, no fail. Among other things. But his bodily functions embarrassed Rituska, as he did not really understand them. He was only 13 years old for crying out loud!

 

He had never given thought to touching himself (although he could name a few who have), as he had never felt an overwhelming sense of desire before. Nor had he ever had any serious thought or feeling toward the opposite sex. He had been fairly confident that he was straight. That is, until he met Soubi.

 

Soubi made him feel more alive than he had ever felt in his whole life, especially after Seimei's death. And this scared him. A lot. To think that Ritsuka, the past one, would completely disappear. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He owed it to his mother. This was a sin for which he deserved to be punished. This was the mantra he had been chanting for the past year, ever sense `Ritsuka' disappeared.

 

He felt a cool breeze drift through the bathroom, signifying that someone had entered. Odd. I thought I locked it.

 

“Mom! I'm in here!” He yelled above the pounding water, his voice laced with annoyance, shampoo running down his face. The door closed quietly, without a sound, and the bathroom once again became warm. A lingering notion was brought to the surface of his thoughts, but he quickly dismissed it. Who cares if his mother was silent for once? It was a nice change.

 

Ritsuka could a feel a presence, even though he had assumed that the person who had entered had also left. The soft sound of clothing brushing against skin as it fell reached his ears, filling them. A shiver crawled down his spine and his tail shook. His ears swiveled uncontrollably, searching and searching. Every sound was amplified tenfold, every sensation pleasurable. The shower had not been that hot, but Ritsuka felt as if he were in a sauna. His skin tingled with electricity; every droplet was felt, his skin responding to the softest touch.

 

The person was coming closer, he could feel it. And then, they stopped and the curtain was pulled back. Ritsuka resisted the urge to spin around. The curtain closed, wrapping the two in a blanket of heat. Inclosing him…and Soubi. For it truly was he, the man of whom Ritsuka had been thinking about only a moment or two ago.

 

“Do you need help scrubbing your back, little one?” Soubi's voice caressed his ears as his arms encircled Ritsuka's tiny waist. Hands moved slowly down his hips and all could do was savor it; his head tilted back onto Soubi's bare chest. He closed his eyes; relishing Soubi's wandering hands, the water running in between his shoulder blades and the blissful heat. He pressed his small frame into Soubi, desperate to be closer, but was stopped as something hard dug into his back.

 

“Soubi?” He asked tentatively, unsure of what was digging into his back, as Soubi's hands had found themselves between Ritsuka's legs, which was very distracting indeed!

 

“Hmm?” He hummed; snuggling down into Ritsukas black mop of hair, water streaming down his face like many tears, disappearing into a hairy abyss. Soubi's hands cupped him, working him hard, exciting him. Rituska gasped as he felt himself harden, the feeling similar to what was behind him. His groin pulsed as he rotated his hips slowly, pushing himself into Soubi, gyrating in unison with Soubi's moving hands.

 

It was all too much. Too many feelings, all at once. Too much pleasure. Ah, the pleasure! Rippling through his body, making him go weak all over. He heard great gasps, moans in his ear, and was surprised to find that they were his own. Warmth pooled in his abdomen.

 

And then it happened. He burst, like a dam. He ejaculated into Soubi's cupped hands, his beautiful artist hands. He grunted through clenched lips, forcing himself not to squeal and scream and moan in absolute delight. He felt Soubi smile into his hair. He had succeeded once again. Soubi held his semen as if it were a precious elixir. He brought his hands up to his lips, the liquid dripping through the cracks in his fingers. Rituska looked up at him, fascinated. Drops of water and semen mingled together, dripped down his face, his body and down the drain. Was he going to do what he thought he was going to do?

 

He did. He drank deeply; liquid spilling from his lips, spilling on Ritsuka's upturned face. Soubi lowered his face and kissed Ritsuka deeply, deeper and more passionate than ever before. His tongue shoved deep, playing tag with Ritsuka's. Semen spilled out of the corners of both of their mouths as their tongues swirled and danced around each other. Ritsuka's arms reached behind him, grasping Soubi's lean hips hard, pulling him against himself. He felt so weak, and yet when Soubi started again, touching everywhere, he felt himself buliding up again.

 

“Matte…” He gasped. “I want to see you.” He let Soubi go and turned. The semen combined with shampoo, soap and what else caused him to slip.

 

Right. It's slippery. He thought as he fell, slowly it seemed. Arms grabbed him before he could hit, but alas, he was now face to face with Soubi's erection. His eyes widened as he fell to his knees, his mouth open in wonder and awe.

 

“Soubi!” He exclaimed. “You are…so…” he trailed off, too shy to voice the last thought.

 

“Big?” He said softly. “I love you, Ritsuka.”

 

“I told you not to come.”

 

“Too late.” With that, Soubi moved his hips forward, making Ritsuka take him whole. Then he too, exploded.

 

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“Ritsuka? You are using all the hot water! Get out of the shower!” His mother's voice ran out from the other side of the door.

 

“The door!” He scrambled to get out of Soubi's grasp, but to no avail.

 

“It is locked securely.” Soubi said calmly. Ristuka realized that his mother had been telling the truth. The water was indeed getting cooler.

 

“Let's dry off.” His tail and ears shook violently. “Is she still out there?” He leant forward and turned off the shower. He grabbed the only towel off the rack and wrapped it around his slight frame.

 

“Ritsuka.”

 

“What?” Ritsuka pouted underneath the towel, trying to hid his body from Soubi's piercing gaze.

 

“I'm cold.”

 

“Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to take a shower with me. I only brought one towel.” To emphasis his point, he curled the towel tighter around his shivering figure.

 

“We'll have to share.” He pulled Rituska into a tight embrace, trapping his arms at his sides.

 

“S-s-s-o-o-o-u-u-u-bi.” Ritsuka whined. He struggled, of course to no avail.

 

“Come now Ritsuka. Do not be selfish.” With that Soubi ripped the towel off Ritsuka, causing him to twirl away.

 

“Soubi! You big meanie!” Ritsuka, realizing it was futile to persist, turned toward the closed door.

 

“Let's just go to my room.”

 

 

A/N: Well… first chapter done!! Hope you like. They will DEFINITELY do it. I'm not sure when though…please review as well as read, as it encourages me to continue! P