[FIC] Hypnotized By A Strange Delight.
Title: Hypnotized By A Strange Delight.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Shota-ish, masturbation.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: It seems an eternity before Ritsuka starts smiling again.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi: Gentle sex - during summer. Also, Ritsuka is 13 for this.
Hypnotized By A Strange Delight.
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
"Lilac Wine", Jeff Buckley cover.
It seems an eternity before Ritsuka starts smiling again, after Seimei actually dies. Soubi doesn't remember much of the first few days after that, just that Ritsuka clung to him as if he was the only thing keeping him sane and that he held unto the boy with the same kind of conviction.
A year goes by, and Ritsuka learns to smile again. Soubi doesn't take much credit for that; he was mostly there for Ritsuka's nightmares and for when Ritsuka was upset. No, the ones he owes for Ritsuka smiling again are Yuiko, Kio and Yayoi, and he's forever on their debt.
Summer is rolling around them, trapping them in its waves of heat and laziness when Ritsuka - sitting by the window, waiting for a sudden breeze, popsicle melting around his fingers, mostly ignored - asks him if he wants to go to Kyoto with him for two weeks.
Soubi blinks at the sudden question, moving the brush away from the canvas before he ruins them. “Kyoto?”
Ritsuka shrugs but doesn't turn to look at him. Soubi finally notices the blush dusting his cheekbones, the way his tail is twitching besides his leg. Seemed Ritsuka hadn't been somber.
“You don't have to,” Ritsuka adds. “My grandmother said that since it's summer, if I've free time to spare, I should go and visit her for a week or two and she told me that I could bring a friend, if I wanted.”
Soubi waits a few minutes, still blinking and trying to wrap his brain about this. Ritsuka's tail twitching goes faster, the faint blush darkening.
“If you don't want to just say so! I'll ask Yayoi-san if-”
“I'd love to ,” Soubi interrupts, feeling his smile spread. Ritsuka doesn't say anything after that, but the blush remains for a while.
**
Ritsuka's grandmother meets them at the train station, a woman that's barely taller than Ritsuka, with the same blue eyes Seimei used to have. Soubi barely refrains from laughing when she hugs Ritsuka tightly, decisively not looking at the half struggling, embarrassed teenager and the woman who is loudly reminiscing of when she changed his diapers.
Then, Aoyagi Saya focuses on him, a kind smile despite the raised eyebrows and deadly serious stare that speaks worlds about what she thinks of an adult being the chosen companion for her thirteen-years-old-grandson. Soubi wonders about his sudden urge to fidget.
Ritsuka, flushed and with his hair messed up from a round of grandmotherly love, looks at him.
“He's Agatsuma Soubi-san, grandma. I've told you about him.”
Soubi can't help but raise an eyebrow at the way he's introduced. Ritsuka flushes again, suddenly finding his sneakers offensive as he glares at them with a vengeance. Aoyagi-san smiles at him, her expression softening. He's going to have to ask Ritsuka about what exactly he told his grandmother.
“Oh, yes, Seimei's friend,” She bows her head towards him. “I have to thank you for taking care of Ritsuka, Agatsuma-san. I know my son does his best, but now that he and Ritsuka are all alone, I do wonder...”
“You don't have to thank me, Aoyagi-san,” Soubi says, bowing too. “I'd do anything in my hands to help Ritsuka.”
“Let's go!” Ritsuka interrupts, glaring at him for a moment, completely flushed, and not sooner is his grandmother's attention on him again, he starts talking about school and about the last pictures he has taken, speaking a mile a second, tail still twitching nervously.
Soubi tries to keep from smiling as he picks up their bags, but he fails completely.
**
When he's questioned about it, Soubi answers that he has never been to Kyoto, and he doesn't consider it a lie. When Seimei went there, the year after they became a team, he spent the whole week in his hotel room; Seimei had ordered him to remain in his room unless he called.
So it's up to Ritsuka and his grandmother to show him around, and the week before Tanabata, the time is spent between grandmother Aoyagi showing him (and to a lesser degree, Ritsuka) the city and the temples; between Ritsuka showing him the places he remembers being and telling him memories of the place, and grandmother Aoyagi showing him pictures of Seimei and Ritsuka when they were children. Ritsuka never stays there to listen to those, he moves to the side of the garden with watermelon slices and an open book.
Those chats hurt but Soubi listens and commits them to memory, even knowing that Ritsuka is also listening. Grandmother Aoyagi promises him in a soft whisper to give him a copy of the photo he liked where a ten years old Seimei and a five years old Ritsuka where grining to the camera, showing a plastic bag with goldfish.
The day of the festival, if Ritsuka thinks anything about him using one of Seimei's old yukatas (his grandmother had insisted, saying it was just gathering dust), he doesn't say it; instead he smiles to his grandmother, looking happier than Soubi has seen him for a long time.
“Sure you don't mind if we go on our own, grandma?”
“I could never keep up with you two,” the elderly woman tells them, gently pushing them out. “Go and have fun.”
Soubi follows Ritsuka as the boy starts numbering all the things he wants to do during the festival.
***
The night is warm and moist, fireflies like tiny stars near the pond. Ritsuka's hand has been holding his for the last hour without a word being said. After Seimei's death, Ritsuka had been wary of physical contact so Soubi had restrained himself, giving Ritsuka the lead. It had taken a while for Ritsuka to start reaching towards him, and it still made Soubi feel self conscious.
He smiles softly and breaths in. Ritsuka turns to look at him, a fond look over his eyes that nowadays he can't hide, not really.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Everything. “Thank you for asking me to come.”
Ritsuka blushes, but he doesn't let go of his hand. Instead, the fondness in his eyes grows. Soubi feels him squeezing his hand for a moment. “Idiot.”
Soubi wants to kiss him. It's been over a year from the last fight, over a year since the last time they kissed. He looks away from Ritsuka, instead focusing on the fireflies. He feels Ritsuka's eyes focused on him before Ritsuka let's go of his hand. Soubi tells himself that it's alright before Ritsuka's hand touches his shoulder.
“Soubi.”
When he turns towards Ritsuka, he's kneeling by his side, a slight frown over his face, his hand almost kneading at his shoulder. He doesn't get to ask if there's something wrong, because then Ritsuka is leaning towards him, pressing their lips together, timidly opening his mouth after a few moments to lick at his lips. Soubi opens his mouth for Ritsuka to deepen the kiss and holds the boy against him.
“Ritsuka,” Soubi breaks apart from the kiss after a few moments, almost aching when Ritsuka isn't pressing against him. Ritsuka shakes his head a little before looking at him, eyes certain despite his blush.
“Go on,” Ritsuka asks. “Please.”
**
Later, Soubi will think that he should have asked if Ritsuka was sure. Now he says understood with another kiss, laying down Ritsuka over the grass. Ritsuka wraps his arms around his shoulders, kissing him slowly. Soubi keeps his eyes open, though, as he moves his hand from Ritsuka's back to his hip and then to his thigh, ready to stop at the faintest sign that Ritsuka is tensing, but Ritsuka just moves his hips searching for the touch.
It doesn't take much for Ritsuka to come. Soubi hears him gasping against his neck, soft, tiny sounds breaking free and he almost doesn't dare to take a harsh breath, the certainty that Ritsuka wants him, that he isn't going to leave him still heavy and a little unsettling inside him, enough that he turns his head and presses a kiss to Ritsuka's hair and mouths at one silken cat ear before Ritsuka gasps his name and spills in his hand.
Soubi wants to hold him close afterwards, hold Ritsuka and not move as if the orgasm that shook Ritsuka's body had also gone through him. Ritsuka, however, moves a hand from his shoulders, traveling over his shoulder to his waist and then to his thigh, doubting for a second. Soubi presses a kiss to his hair again, and then to his forehead, trying to bring Ritsuka's hand towards him again.
“You don't have to,” he whispers softly. All that causes is Ritsuka to look up towards him, a fierce glare over his face. Soubi really hadn't said so to cause this reaction, but then Ritsuka's hand moves over the yukata and touches his cock and Soubi's breath catches.
“I want to,” Ritsuka says, voice soft. He's not looking towards Soubi anymore, but Soubi can't take his eyes away from him.
Ritsuka opens his yukata and Soubi presses his face against Ritsuka's hair when Ritsuka starts stroking his erection and he focuses on that and the warmth of Ritsuka's body in his arms so he doesn't drag this long, not when Ritsuka has had the kindness of thinking about him, too, besides everything else.
After he comes, he feels Ritsuka tensing a little, the way he always does when he's uncertain of something, so despite the sudden languidness of his body, Soubi kisses Ritsuka, long and sweet until Ritsuka relaxes again and kisses him back.
“I love you,” Soubi whispers, feeling the words and smiling to Ritsuka. Laying on the grass like that, Ritsuka's eyes are brighter than the stars. Ritsuka smiles, a flush over his face before he gives a tiny, gentle nod that makes the warmth of the night and of Ritsuka flow through his body. Soubi isn't sure if Ritsuka will ever say that to him; he's not even sure what he'd do if Ritsuka was to love him. Besides, just knowing that Ritsuka accepts his love and that Ritsuka won't leave him is more than enough. Belonging to Ritsuka is more than he ever thought he'd have.
**
Soubi's pretty certain that Ritsuka's grandmother is aware that he is more than just a friend for Ritsuka, but she makes it vague enough that Soubi just smiles and repeats that he'll always take care of Ritsuka, even when that causes the boy to blush.
When they're on the train, Ritsuka leans his head against his shoulder despite the other passengers, closing his eyes. Soon, the fake sleep turns real, Ritsuka snuggling as much as he can against him. Soubi spends the first part of the trip watching Ritsuka sleep without nightmares for the first time in a long time.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Shota-ish, masturbation.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: It seems an eternity before Ritsuka starts smiling again.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi: Gentle sex - during summer. Also, Ritsuka is 13 for this.
Hypnotized By A Strange Delight.
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
"Lilac Wine", Jeff Buckley cover.
It seems an eternity before Ritsuka starts smiling again, after Seimei actually dies. Soubi doesn't remember much of the first few days after that, just that Ritsuka clung to him as if he was the only thing keeping him sane and that he held unto the boy with the same kind of conviction.
A year goes by, and Ritsuka learns to smile again. Soubi doesn't take much credit for that; he was mostly there for Ritsuka's nightmares and for when Ritsuka was upset. No, the ones he owes for Ritsuka smiling again are Yuiko, Kio and Yayoi, and he's forever on their debt.
Summer is rolling around them, trapping them in its waves of heat and laziness when Ritsuka - sitting by the window, waiting for a sudden breeze, popsicle melting around his fingers, mostly ignored - asks him if he wants to go to Kyoto with him for two weeks.
Soubi blinks at the sudden question, moving the brush away from the canvas before he ruins them. “Kyoto?”
Ritsuka shrugs but doesn't turn to look at him. Soubi finally notices the blush dusting his cheekbones, the way his tail is twitching besides his leg. Seemed Ritsuka hadn't been somber.
“You don't have to,” Ritsuka adds. “My grandmother said that since it's summer, if I've free time to spare, I should go and visit her for a week or two and she told me that I could bring a friend, if I wanted.”
Soubi waits a few minutes, still blinking and trying to wrap his brain about this. Ritsuka's tail twitching goes faster, the faint blush darkening.
“If you don't want to just say so! I'll ask Yayoi-san if-”
“I'd love to ,” Soubi interrupts, feeling his smile spread. Ritsuka doesn't say anything after that, but the blush remains for a while.
**
Ritsuka's grandmother meets them at the train station, a woman that's barely taller than Ritsuka, with the same blue eyes Seimei used to have. Soubi barely refrains from laughing when she hugs Ritsuka tightly, decisively not looking at the half struggling, embarrassed teenager and the woman who is loudly reminiscing of when she changed his diapers.
Then, Aoyagi Saya focuses on him, a kind smile despite the raised eyebrows and deadly serious stare that speaks worlds about what she thinks of an adult being the chosen companion for her thirteen-years-old-grandson. Soubi wonders about his sudden urge to fidget.
Ritsuka, flushed and with his hair messed up from a round of grandmotherly love, looks at him.
“He's Agatsuma Soubi-san, grandma. I've told you about him.”
Soubi can't help but raise an eyebrow at the way he's introduced. Ritsuka flushes again, suddenly finding his sneakers offensive as he glares at them with a vengeance. Aoyagi-san smiles at him, her expression softening. He's going to have to ask Ritsuka about what exactly he told his grandmother.
“Oh, yes, Seimei's friend,” She bows her head towards him. “I have to thank you for taking care of Ritsuka, Agatsuma-san. I know my son does his best, but now that he and Ritsuka are all alone, I do wonder...”
“You don't have to thank me, Aoyagi-san,” Soubi says, bowing too. “I'd do anything in my hands to help Ritsuka.”
“Let's go!” Ritsuka interrupts, glaring at him for a moment, completely flushed, and not sooner is his grandmother's attention on him again, he starts talking about school and about the last pictures he has taken, speaking a mile a second, tail still twitching nervously.
Soubi tries to keep from smiling as he picks up their bags, but he fails completely.
**
When he's questioned about it, Soubi answers that he has never been to Kyoto, and he doesn't consider it a lie. When Seimei went there, the year after they became a team, he spent the whole week in his hotel room; Seimei had ordered him to remain in his room unless he called.
So it's up to Ritsuka and his grandmother to show him around, and the week before Tanabata, the time is spent between grandmother Aoyagi showing him (and to a lesser degree, Ritsuka) the city and the temples; between Ritsuka showing him the places he remembers being and telling him memories of the place, and grandmother Aoyagi showing him pictures of Seimei and Ritsuka when they were children. Ritsuka never stays there to listen to those, he moves to the side of the garden with watermelon slices and an open book.
Those chats hurt but Soubi listens and commits them to memory, even knowing that Ritsuka is also listening. Grandmother Aoyagi promises him in a soft whisper to give him a copy of the photo he liked where a ten years old Seimei and a five years old Ritsuka where grining to the camera, showing a plastic bag with goldfish.
The day of the festival, if Ritsuka thinks anything about him using one of Seimei's old yukatas (his grandmother had insisted, saying it was just gathering dust), he doesn't say it; instead he smiles to his grandmother, looking happier than Soubi has seen him for a long time.
“Sure you don't mind if we go on our own, grandma?”
“I could never keep up with you two,” the elderly woman tells them, gently pushing them out. “Go and have fun.”
Soubi follows Ritsuka as the boy starts numbering all the things he wants to do during the festival.
***
The night is warm and moist, fireflies like tiny stars near the pond. Ritsuka's hand has been holding his for the last hour without a word being said. After Seimei's death, Ritsuka had been wary of physical contact so Soubi had restrained himself, giving Ritsuka the lead. It had taken a while for Ritsuka to start reaching towards him, and it still made Soubi feel self conscious.
He smiles softly and breaths in. Ritsuka turns to look at him, a fond look over his eyes that nowadays he can't hide, not really.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Everything. “Thank you for asking me to come.”
Ritsuka blushes, but he doesn't let go of his hand. Instead, the fondness in his eyes grows. Soubi feels him squeezing his hand for a moment. “Idiot.”
Soubi wants to kiss him. It's been over a year from the last fight, over a year since the last time they kissed. He looks away from Ritsuka, instead focusing on the fireflies. He feels Ritsuka's eyes focused on him before Ritsuka let's go of his hand. Soubi tells himself that it's alright before Ritsuka's hand touches his shoulder.
“Soubi.”
When he turns towards Ritsuka, he's kneeling by his side, a slight frown over his face, his hand almost kneading at his shoulder. He doesn't get to ask if there's something wrong, because then Ritsuka is leaning towards him, pressing their lips together, timidly opening his mouth after a few moments to lick at his lips. Soubi opens his mouth for Ritsuka to deepen the kiss and holds the boy against him.
“Ritsuka,” Soubi breaks apart from the kiss after a few moments, almost aching when Ritsuka isn't pressing against him. Ritsuka shakes his head a little before looking at him, eyes certain despite his blush.
“Go on,” Ritsuka asks. “Please.”
**
Later, Soubi will think that he should have asked if Ritsuka was sure. Now he says understood with another kiss, laying down Ritsuka over the grass. Ritsuka wraps his arms around his shoulders, kissing him slowly. Soubi keeps his eyes open, though, as he moves his hand from Ritsuka's back to his hip and then to his thigh, ready to stop at the faintest sign that Ritsuka is tensing, but Ritsuka just moves his hips searching for the touch.
It doesn't take much for Ritsuka to come. Soubi hears him gasping against his neck, soft, tiny sounds breaking free and he almost doesn't dare to take a harsh breath, the certainty that Ritsuka wants him, that he isn't going to leave him still heavy and a little unsettling inside him, enough that he turns his head and presses a kiss to Ritsuka's hair and mouths at one silken cat ear before Ritsuka gasps his name and spills in his hand.
Soubi wants to hold him close afterwards, hold Ritsuka and not move as if the orgasm that shook Ritsuka's body had also gone through him. Ritsuka, however, moves a hand from his shoulders, traveling over his shoulder to his waist and then to his thigh, doubting for a second. Soubi presses a kiss to his hair again, and then to his forehead, trying to bring Ritsuka's hand towards him again.
“You don't have to,” he whispers softly. All that causes is Ritsuka to look up towards him, a fierce glare over his face. Soubi really hadn't said so to cause this reaction, but then Ritsuka's hand moves over the yukata and touches his cock and Soubi's breath catches.
“I want to,” Ritsuka says, voice soft. He's not looking towards Soubi anymore, but Soubi can't take his eyes away from him.
Ritsuka opens his yukata and Soubi presses his face against Ritsuka's hair when Ritsuka starts stroking his erection and he focuses on that and the warmth of Ritsuka's body in his arms so he doesn't drag this long, not when Ritsuka has had the kindness of thinking about him, too, besides everything else.
After he comes, he feels Ritsuka tensing a little, the way he always does when he's uncertain of something, so despite the sudden languidness of his body, Soubi kisses Ritsuka, long and sweet until Ritsuka relaxes again and kisses him back.
“I love you,” Soubi whispers, feeling the words and smiling to Ritsuka. Laying on the grass like that, Ritsuka's eyes are brighter than the stars. Ritsuka smiles, a flush over his face before he gives a tiny, gentle nod that makes the warmth of the night and of Ritsuka flow through his body. Soubi isn't sure if Ritsuka will ever say that to him; he's not even sure what he'd do if Ritsuka was to love him. Besides, just knowing that Ritsuka accepts his love and that Ritsuka won't leave him is more than enough. Belonging to Ritsuka is more than he ever thought he'd have.
**
Soubi's pretty certain that Ritsuka's grandmother is aware that he is more than just a friend for Ritsuka, but she makes it vague enough that Soubi just smiles and repeats that he'll always take care of Ritsuka, even when that causes the boy to blush.
When they're on the train, Ritsuka leans his head against his shoulder despite the other passengers, closing his eyes. Soon, the fake sleep turns real, Ritsuka snuggling as much as he can against him. Soubi spends the first part of the trip watching Ritsuka sleep without nightmares for the first time in a long time.