Title: Made to be Broken.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Sliiiight undertones of D/s, almost nothing.
Characters/couples: Soubi/Ritsuka.
Summary: "You say that you get pleasure from my orders," Ritsuka challenges. "Well, then show me!"
Rating: R/NC17
Notes: Written for
springkink: Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka: Power shifts - "harder"
Made to be Broken.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"Iris", Goo Goo Dolls.
"You say that you get pleasure from my orders," Ritsuka challenges, his face still set into a hard frown. At fifteen, Ritsuka is still growing into his limbs but now he doesn't have to bend his neck completely backwards to glare at him, so Soubi stops himself from smiling as Ritsuka scolds him.
"I do," Soubi answers, no lies in his words or in his tone.
If anything, that seems to make Ritsuka bristle even more, the flush over his cheekbones darkening.
"Well! Then, show me!" Ritsuka exclaims in the tone of voice that means that he's being serious, so Soubi pays a little more of attention. Ritsuka is still wary of giving orders, and sometimes Soubi has had to take his words for what Ritsuka wants them to be rather than cause the boy discomfort. He's about to ask Ritsuka if that means that he'll order him but then Ritsuka continues, flush covering his face. "Order me around and I'll see if there's any pleasure on it."
Despite everything, Soubi rarely curses out loud; finding it a vice too crude to indulge. With Ritsuka's tail lashing and Ritsuka's ears pressed to his head completely and Ritsuka's eyes still focused on him, glaring, all but saying the 'it's an order', deathly and stubbornly serious, Soubi is highly tempted to do so.
Instead he bows his head and takes a deep breath before he manages to keep his voice calm. If he is to show Ritsuka that orders don't always have to be something to fear, he can't risk showing doubts right now.
“Are there any other specifications?”
There's a slight widening of pupils when Ritsuka realizes he's going to obey him. Ritsuka nods after a brief moment, eyes wary.
“No pain, then. And that includes you!” Ritsuka adds, voice not as angry as before. Soubi keeps his face straight; he knows that Ritsuka will never believe him that some pain might be good and he's happy to indulge on that for the sake of Ritsuka's happiness.
“Anything else?”
Ritsuka gives a sharp nod, still looking at him. His tail is twitching nervously and it takes all his will not to reach and hold it.
“I still want to keep my ears.”
Soubi bows his head for Ritsuka's sake. “Absolutely. May I add something?” Ritsuka looks at him uncertainly but he gives a small nod, so Soubi continues, trying to phrase his words in such a way that Ritsuka don't be offended. “If there comes a moment when you wish to stop...”
For a moment, he's certain that Ritsuka will lash at him, call him a pervert and go home. Soubi finds it that half of him wants that to happen, because the thought of actually ordering Ritsuka still makes him feel dizzy. Instead Ritsuka takes a deep breath and Soubi sees that his hands are shaking, intensifying the knot in his stomach.
“... if I want you to stop, I'll say so. Okay?”
“How long shall this go on?” He thinks that ordering something to Ritsuka that he knows he'd rather not do would be more than a punishment, and Soubi is quite certain that neither he nor Ritsuka would last much more than a few days with their roles reversed. He just hopes that this brought of stubborness and curiosity from Ritsuka doesn't last long enough to make the boy (and him, too) miserable.
Ritsuka takes a few deep breaths, sees his hands clench and unclench before he looks at him again.
“Tonight.”
Soubi also feels his breathing a little faint but he nods. He reaches for Ritsuka's face and cups his cheek gently.
“Are you certain of this, Ritsuka?”
Ritsuka glares at him again, tail lashing.
“Soubi! I already said so! It's an order! There. Happy?”
Soubi smiles, sunset soft. He's unsure if Ritsuka, being the strong-willed teen he is, will be able to properly care for orders at all, but his orders had been laid. He keeps his hand by Ritsuka's face for a moment, but doesn't move forward despite wanting to.
“Kiss me,” he says, a light current of an order in his voice.
Ritsuka barely hesitates a moment, hands against his chest and standing on tiptoes, the slight flush to his face more noticeable like this before Ritsuka presses his lips against his. Soubi sighs warmly, moving his hands to Ritsuka's hip, leaning forward so Ritsuka isn't uncomfortable. Kissing Ritsuka is familiar now but still marvelous, amazing, everything he could've ever wanted and more. He waits until Ristuka's lips move against his, the tip of his tongue on his and then he opens his mouth, teases Ritsuka's mouth into his own and sucks gently on it, waiting the change in Ritsuka's breathing that always makes him hurt a little in the clean, pure pleasure of making Ritsuka want him.
They kiss for a long time, and Soubi'd be glad to keep on kissing for the rest of the hours he has to give orders to Ritsuka, but when they move to the bed and he presses against Ritsuka, he feels him hard against him, the flicker of his tail against the stripe of bare skin of his own stomach. Soubi moves his hand gently over the small of Ritsuka's back, teases the skin around Ritsuka's tail to hear his breath catch and runs his finger down the bumps of Ritsuka's back just to have him arch his back against him again.
He smiles, letting go of the kiss just to mouth at the velvet of Ritsuka's ear, bite gently at it. Ritsuka shivers, fingers against his waist and Soubi waits until he feels him press his hips again to talk.
“Touch me,” he whispers against Ritsuka's ear, running the flat of his tongue against it. He doesn't have to see Ritsuka to know he's blushing but he looks anyway, smiling into Ritsuka's eyes. He holds Ritsuka's hand gently on his and moves it between them, presses Ritsuka's hand against his erection and gives a moan for him. “Touch me, Ritsuka. Make me come.”
Rituska's hand freezes but Soubi waits. It's difficult to change his tone, from begging to commanding an he's not sure if he managed. He nuzzles against Ritsuka's hair again, keeps running circles around the base of Ritsuka's tail before he feels Ritsuka's head moving a little forward, as if nodding, and Soubi rolls to his back and guides Ritsuka to his lap. Ritsuka doesn't look at him as he undoes the button of his jeans and Soubi moves his hips so that Ritsuka can get them down enough.
He sees how Ritsuka swallows and licks his lip, pink tongue darting nervously as Ritsuka looks at his cock and it's sheer will that makes Soubi not ask for Ritsuka's mouth specifically, to take a deep breath and just let his hands curl on Ritsuka's thighs. He sighs when Ritsuka's hand touch him hesitantly, slim, scarred fingers moving up and down his length like a whisper of magic.
“Soubi...”
He smiles, looking at Ritsuka, stroking his thighs through his jeans. “Harder, Ritsuka.”
It's hard to know if Ritsuka's blush darkens or not, but his hand closes a bit more around him and his next stroke makes Soubi moan, throwing his head back and showing Ritsuka that his touch makes him feel good. He feels Ritsuka's eyes intent on his face and on his body, feels the way Ritsuka is squirming and Soubi allows himself to enjoy Ritsuka's touch and weight on him.
He sighs Ritsuka's name when he finds his completion, moaning softly for Ritsuka only and hands holding Ritsuka to his hips, entirely too conscious of everywhere that Ritsuka has touched him, double for his heart. He lets Ritsuka move from his lap but catches him before he moves away, rolls them over and nuzzles against Ritsuka's throat and the place beneath his ear that makes him hold unto his shoulder blades as tight as he can; it only takes Soubi to press his thigh between his legs for Ritsuka to crumble beneath him, giving the sweetest moan of his name.
Soubi gathers Ritsuka to him, kissing his brow and giving a gentle nip to his ear. “It's after midnight” Soubi can't stop from grinning a little, nuzzling against Ritsuka's hair, feeling the way Ritsuka shifts enough sot that he can wrap his arms around him too and play with his hair. “'Tonight' is officially over.”
He feels more than hears Ritsuka's snort, dubious of him obeying orders, but he doesn't say another thing for a long while. If not for his fingers combing his hair and rubbing his scalp, Soubi would've thought him asleep. He, on the other hand, is going to fall asleep just like this, with his pants undone and Ritsuka in his arms, his face pressed against his chest and it will be the best sleep he has ever gotten.
But then, Ritsuka speaks softly, probably thinking him asleep already.
“I didn't completely hate it.”
Soubi can't help but smile, tighten his hold on Ritsuka's body for a moment, press a kiss against Ritsuka's ear.
“Does that mean Ritsuka will give me orders?”
He pictures Ritsuka's blush warming his skin and he can't help but smile at the way Ritsuka tenses, fingers pulling at his hair a little.
“Soubi, shut up already!”
Chuckling despite everything, Soubi obeys.