Try and Tear Me Down. (Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka/Natsuo/Youji)
Title: Try and Tear Me Down.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: SHOTA. So much with the shota. SERIOUSLY. Also? The shota topping.
Characters/couples: Soubi/Ritsuka/Natsuo/Youji.
Summary: Having Soubi as a Sacrifice is hard enough on most days. The last thing Ritsuka needed? Was his Sacrifice winning allies in making his life miserable.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: So, remember the AU Kouga Yun has, where Soubi is the Sacrifice and Ritsuka is the Fighter? Well, this is set in that verse. I REGRET NOTHING.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, telrunya!! I love you soooo much, thank you for being my best friend through all these years. Happy Birthday, love!
Try and Tear Me Down.
Once the battle was done, Ritsuka allowed himself a moment to relax, closing his eyes. Soubi was standing up in front of him, pretty much completely unharmed: he had only been momentarily restrained, the mention of Ritsu making him nervous enough that he had hesitated on his next orders. But his Sacrifice had recovered soon enough that both he and Ritsuka were safe.
The same couldn't be said about the two Zero boys, though, and Ritsuka glanced at him with something akin to worry. They were so young. Yes, crazy and violent (and he was so very thankful that Soubi's teacher was still unconcious: maybe if they were lucky enough she would remain like that until the kids were gone or something) but still, kids. What could Sagan-sensei be thinking, sending an obviously new team to fight against him? Even if he wasn't Ritsu's Fighter any longer, she had to know that he was still very, very capable of defeating two kids.
"What should I do?" Ritsuka finally asked, eyes focused on the boys in front of him and Soubi. The Sacrifice was tightly bound by his last spell, wrists and ankles tied together, the Fighter holding unto him, glaring daggers at him and Soubi but, without his Sacrifice, he was completely harmless. Despite the snow that kept on falling and despite the fact that he both and Soubi where shivering, the boy still wouldn't shiver.
Soubi hummed, thoughtful, cocking his head to the side and Ritsuka worried, a little. Most of the time Soubi didn't seem to take things seriously enough for his tastes, but other times Soubi could be scary if he was angry, and despite the fact that the two Zero had been an admirable team, Ritsuka didn't want to harm them now that they were defeated.
Soubi, however, just shrugged, his voice sounding amused. "I dunno. They're kinda cute, don't you think?"
Ritsuka waited for a moment to see if Soubi was joking, because his Sacrifice was weird like that sometimes, but when Soubi glanced at him over his shoulders, raised eyebrows and a half smile that said he was being honest, Ritsuka just sighed and then shrugged.
"... I suppose so?" Ritsuka said. What was he supposed to say about two psycho kids that, in a complete disregard of the rules, would have used a weapon other than a spell to harm either him or Soubi? That they were adorable? Sure, cute tails and cute ears, and with their sailor clothes he supposed they would have been adorable if not, again, for the crazy.
However, Soubi just nodded at his words before he smiled cheerfully, looking at him.
"That settles it!" His Sacrifice said with the same cheerfulness with which he asked Ritsuka to buy him cigarettes and alcohol. Ritsuka was dreading the moment where Soubi stopped asking it as a favor and made it a order. "You'll take them to your house, Soubi and take care of them."
Ritsuka waited for a moment in complete silence and he blinked. The Fighter of the Zero team looked at Soubi with a wide green eye and he blinked too. Another moment passed. Soubi still smiled.
"WHAT?" Ritsuka asked again, finally, wondering what he had ever done to deserve such a Sacrifice.
***
Kio was frowning at him. Ritsuka tried his best to look completely harmless and innocent, the way sometimes Soubi smiled and innocent bystanders really believed that he was nothing but a sweet little boy.
The effect, of course, didn't work when you were dealing with your best friend.
"Rittchan, you didn't sleep again," Kio said disapprovingly around his lollipop, before he took it out of his mouth, leaning even closer to his face.
"That's not true! I slept," Ritsuka offered, because he had actually slept last night. Of course, it had been around three hours, but that was just details.
Kio, however, wasn't fooled. He leaned closer, half pouting and half glaring. Ritsuka had once again the inane wish that he could have met Kio when he still had his ears, because he could picture him so well with them right then, his pierced cat ears (because of course Kio's ears would be pierced, even the cat ones) flat against his hair and his tail lashing angrily against his legs.
"You haven't slept, Rittchan," Kio said again. "You have bags under your eyes. Does this have to do with that Agatsuma boy again?!"
"It's okay, Kio. I'm just taking care of some strays," Ristuka told his friend, but he mentally prepared for the next twenty minutes until they arrived to his apartment of Kio ranting about the Agatsuma family and Ritsuka's apparent masochism that he wouldn't just push them away. He couldn't just tell Kio that it wasn't that easy: he was a Fighter, a good one, and he would obey his Sacrifice no matter what. So Ritsu had... had died, well. He would still take care of Soubi and follow his orders, even if most days Ritsuka was sure that his new Sacrifice was the antichrist or something like that.
By the time they arrived to his apartment and Kio had gone, bemoaning having a masochist for a best friend, Ritsuka was almost in a good mood, cheerfully licking at the blueberry candy that Kio had shared with him. Soubi hadn't called yet, and as he was opening the door, Ritsuka considered going to meet him. In the end, it really didn't matter the differences they had between them. Soubi was his Sacrifice and he was a good one, almost never hesitating when giving his orders, and sometimes Ritsuka almost found himself admitting the fact that when the boy didn't call or send him messages, he did miss him.
However, as he opened his door, that thought flew away like a flock of birds, as well as any and all trace of good mood he might have had. He was the only one affected, though. The three kids in his apartment were still quite cheerful.
"Welcome home!" Soubi chirped, bright eyed and eager. "Ritsuka, did you bring beers?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Ritsuka yelled, eyes wide open, feeling his ears sticking up and his tail lash furiously. Both Youji and Natsuo were inside his bathtub, and Ritsuka wouldn't have minded that at all, not really, since he had told both boys that for as long as they decided to stay at his place they could consider it theirs as well. If not for the fact that Soubi was there as well, wearing a cheerful smile and nothing else, his hands wrapped around the long, wet tendrils of Youji's hair, he would have been quite alright with it.
"We're taking a bath!" Soubi said, making Natsuo and Youji cackle. "Well, Natsuo and Youji are, really. They wanted to take a bath but with their wounds it would have been a pain - ah, pun not intended - to do so, so I'm helping them."
"NAKED." Ritsuka screamed again. It seemed that dealing with Soubi involved a lot of yelling. His blood pressure had never been quite as high before he became Soubi's Fighter.
"Well, of course," Soubi nodded, cocking his head to the side.
"His clothes would have gotten wet if not," Youji drawled, leaning against Soubi. Ritsuka saw red, feeling his hands shake, and he had to force himself to close his eyes and count to ten. And then to twenty.
"It'd be a tight fit, but you can join us, you know," Natsuo offered. Ritsuka could hear the smile in his voice the same way he could hear Youji and Soubi cheer at his suggestion.
Ritsuka glared at the three boys in his bathtub as hard as he could. It had no effect.
"I'm going to start dinner," he said instead, turning around, muttering around crazy Sacrifices and way too precocious children and why o why did he have to deal with them.
And then he tripped against -- cord, it seemed, and he heard giggling again. Before he could quite stand up, merely managing to turn around, knowing danger when he met it - or in this case, tripped against it - Soubi was straddling him, a huge smile and sweet eyes and wet hair and a whole damn lot of wet skin.
Ritsuka felt himself flush.
"W-what are you doing!?" he asked, trying to push himself up in a way that didn't involve having to touch Soubi. A very wet, very naked Soubi, his mind added.
"Ritsuka-trap was a success!" Natsuo added, smiling when he appeared by Ritsuka's side, wrapping arms around his neck, nuzzling the side of his face like a kitten would. He was wearing Ritsuka's bathrobe, and it pooled around him despite being tied, and Ritsuka felt Natsuo's bandaged fingers touching his cat ears.
"Told you," Youji said with a smirk. He was also very wet and very naked, and completely unashamed of being naked, Ritsuka realized with an impending sense of doom. "You sure he's the adult, here? With the ears and all..."
"Youji! Don't bully Ritsuka," Natsuo chidded. "His ears are cute."
Ritsuka would have felt comforted by that, wondering about Fighters having a sense of loyalty with each other, perhaps, if not for the fact that Natsuo decided to take advantage of him sighing by bitting on one of his cat ears, nipping at the tip and making him yelp.
"Stop this already!" Ritsuka ordered, unable to do a thing with all the naked skin that was surrounding him as Youji leaned down against his side as well, too clever fingers pushing his shirt up. "Soubi!"
But his Sacrifice just gave him that gorgeous smile that definitely didn't give Ritsuka goosebumps and that Ritsuka most definitely didn't like kissing, thank you, and Ritsuka almost ignored the situation for a moment.
Almost, because Soubi was busy working open his belt.
"We're just playing a little," Soubi told him, and Ritsuka really didn't want to wonder how a twelve years old knew about these games. Or three twelve years old, actually, if the way Youji's fingers were exploring his torso and Natsuo was getting acquainted with both sets of ears was any clue. "Isn't it alright?"
"Of course it's not alright!" Ritsuka's yell melted away into a moan as Youji's fingers pinched one of his nipples and Natsuo's so very clever tongue licked at his human ear, teeth nibbling at the flesh there. He felt himself flush twice as hard when he felt Soubi's hands finally undoing his trousers, and Ritsuka was already half hard. "Soubi!"
"Shh, Ritsuka," Soubi half ordered. Ritsuka closed his eyes as tight a she could, and he felt his Sacrifice pull at his trousers, and meanwhile Natsuo was helping Youji undo the buttons of his shirt, too many hands touching him, caressing him, stroking him. He felt Youji's teeth on his collarbone, and Natsuo's tongue moving down the side of his neck, and Ritsuka whimpered when he felt a small hand touching the front of his boxers, caressing him, and before he moaned he really, really wished that he had actually told Kio to come in for dinner.
"Ritsuka, look at me," Soubi ordered, and despite the weirdness of the situation Ritsuka would not, could not not obey, so he opened his eyes, looking a Soubi's blue, blue eyes. It was strange how he almost believed that everything could be alright when Soubi was looking at him like that, almost as if there was no other people in the world. "It's alright."
Ritsuka found himself half nodding, and Soubi smiled like an angel before he took his cock in his mouth.
**
"I like them!" Soubi said with a wide smile as Ritsuka walked him to his place. "I'm very glad that you took them in your house, Ritsuka. They're fun to be around."
Ritsuka didn't quite say yes or no, still feeling too drained to even try to have a proper discussion with his Sacrifice about bounderies and things like that. He was going to spend the night at Kio's, and for a while he would pretend he didn't have a demon for a Sacrifice.
"We should do it again!" Soubi said cheerfully as a goodbye once he was at his door, waving his hand at him.
Ritsuka wondered if Ritsu had ordered him to be his nephew's Sacrifice fully knowing what kind of little monster he was, or if it had just been his luck.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: SHOTA. So much with the shota. SERIOUSLY. Also? The shota topping.
Characters/couples: Soubi/Ritsuka/Natsuo/Youji.
Summary: Having Soubi as a Sacrifice is hard enough on most days. The last thing Ritsuka needed? Was his Sacrifice winning allies in making his life miserable.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: So, remember the AU Kouga Yun has, where Soubi is the Sacrifice and Ritsuka is the Fighter? Well, this is set in that verse. I REGRET NOTHING.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, telrunya!! I love you soooo much, thank you for being my best friend through all these years. Happy Birthday, love!
Try and Tear Me Down.
Once the battle was done, Ritsuka allowed himself a moment to relax, closing his eyes. Soubi was standing up in front of him, pretty much completely unharmed: he had only been momentarily restrained, the mention of Ritsu making him nervous enough that he had hesitated on his next orders. But his Sacrifice had recovered soon enough that both he and Ritsuka were safe.
The same couldn't be said about the two Zero boys, though, and Ritsuka glanced at him with something akin to worry. They were so young. Yes, crazy and violent (and he was so very thankful that Soubi's teacher was still unconcious: maybe if they were lucky enough she would remain like that until the kids were gone or something) but still, kids. What could Sagan-sensei be thinking, sending an obviously new team to fight against him? Even if he wasn't Ritsu's Fighter any longer, she had to know that he was still very, very capable of defeating two kids.
"What should I do?" Ritsuka finally asked, eyes focused on the boys in front of him and Soubi. The Sacrifice was tightly bound by his last spell, wrists and ankles tied together, the Fighter holding unto him, glaring daggers at him and Soubi but, without his Sacrifice, he was completely harmless. Despite the snow that kept on falling and despite the fact that he both and Soubi where shivering, the boy still wouldn't shiver.
Soubi hummed, thoughtful, cocking his head to the side and Ritsuka worried, a little. Most of the time Soubi didn't seem to take things seriously enough for his tastes, but other times Soubi could be scary if he was angry, and despite the fact that the two Zero had been an admirable team, Ritsuka didn't want to harm them now that they were defeated.
Soubi, however, just shrugged, his voice sounding amused. "I dunno. They're kinda cute, don't you think?"
Ritsuka waited for a moment to see if Soubi was joking, because his Sacrifice was weird like that sometimes, but when Soubi glanced at him over his shoulders, raised eyebrows and a half smile that said he was being honest, Ritsuka just sighed and then shrugged.
"... I suppose so?" Ritsuka said. What was he supposed to say about two psycho kids that, in a complete disregard of the rules, would have used a weapon other than a spell to harm either him or Soubi? That they were adorable? Sure, cute tails and cute ears, and with their sailor clothes he supposed they would have been adorable if not, again, for the crazy.
However, Soubi just nodded at his words before he smiled cheerfully, looking at him.
"That settles it!" His Sacrifice said with the same cheerfulness with which he asked Ritsuka to buy him cigarettes and alcohol. Ritsuka was dreading the moment where Soubi stopped asking it as a favor and made it a order. "You'll take them to your house, Soubi and take care of them."
Ritsuka waited for a moment in complete silence and he blinked. The Fighter of the Zero team looked at Soubi with a wide green eye and he blinked too. Another moment passed. Soubi still smiled.
"WHAT?" Ritsuka asked again, finally, wondering what he had ever done to deserve such a Sacrifice.
***
Kio was frowning at him. Ritsuka tried his best to look completely harmless and innocent, the way sometimes Soubi smiled and innocent bystanders really believed that he was nothing but a sweet little boy.
The effect, of course, didn't work when you were dealing with your best friend.
"Rittchan, you didn't sleep again," Kio said disapprovingly around his lollipop, before he took it out of his mouth, leaning even closer to his face.
"That's not true! I slept," Ritsuka offered, because he had actually slept last night. Of course, it had been around three hours, but that was just details.
Kio, however, wasn't fooled. He leaned closer, half pouting and half glaring. Ritsuka had once again the inane wish that he could have met Kio when he still had his ears, because he could picture him so well with them right then, his pierced cat ears (because of course Kio's ears would be pierced, even the cat ones) flat against his hair and his tail lashing angrily against his legs.
"You haven't slept, Rittchan," Kio said again. "You have bags under your eyes. Does this have to do with that Agatsuma boy again?!"
"It's okay, Kio. I'm just taking care of some strays," Ristuka told his friend, but he mentally prepared for the next twenty minutes until they arrived to his apartment of Kio ranting about the Agatsuma family and Ritsuka's apparent masochism that he wouldn't just push them away. He couldn't just tell Kio that it wasn't that easy: he was a Fighter, a good one, and he would obey his Sacrifice no matter what. So Ritsu had... had died, well. He would still take care of Soubi and follow his orders, even if most days Ritsuka was sure that his new Sacrifice was the antichrist or something like that.
By the time they arrived to his apartment and Kio had gone, bemoaning having a masochist for a best friend, Ritsuka was almost in a good mood, cheerfully licking at the blueberry candy that Kio had shared with him. Soubi hadn't called yet, and as he was opening the door, Ritsuka considered going to meet him. In the end, it really didn't matter the differences they had between them. Soubi was his Sacrifice and he was a good one, almost never hesitating when giving his orders, and sometimes Ritsuka almost found himself admitting the fact that when the boy didn't call or send him messages, he did miss him.
However, as he opened his door, that thought flew away like a flock of birds, as well as any and all trace of good mood he might have had. He was the only one affected, though. The three kids in his apartment were still quite cheerful.
"Welcome home!" Soubi chirped, bright eyed and eager. "Ritsuka, did you bring beers?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Ritsuka yelled, eyes wide open, feeling his ears sticking up and his tail lash furiously. Both Youji and Natsuo were inside his bathtub, and Ritsuka wouldn't have minded that at all, not really, since he had told both boys that for as long as they decided to stay at his place they could consider it theirs as well. If not for the fact that Soubi was there as well, wearing a cheerful smile and nothing else, his hands wrapped around the long, wet tendrils of Youji's hair, he would have been quite alright with it.
"We're taking a bath!" Soubi said, making Natsuo and Youji cackle. "Well, Natsuo and Youji are, really. They wanted to take a bath but with their wounds it would have been a pain - ah, pun not intended - to do so, so I'm helping them."
"NAKED." Ritsuka screamed again. It seemed that dealing with Soubi involved a lot of yelling. His blood pressure had never been quite as high before he became Soubi's Fighter.
"Well, of course," Soubi nodded, cocking his head to the side.
"His clothes would have gotten wet if not," Youji drawled, leaning against Soubi. Ritsuka saw red, feeling his hands shake, and he had to force himself to close his eyes and count to ten. And then to twenty.
"It'd be a tight fit, but you can join us, you know," Natsuo offered. Ritsuka could hear the smile in his voice the same way he could hear Youji and Soubi cheer at his suggestion.
Ritsuka glared at the three boys in his bathtub as hard as he could. It had no effect.
"I'm going to start dinner," he said instead, turning around, muttering around crazy Sacrifices and way too precocious children and why o why did he have to deal with them.
And then he tripped against -- cord, it seemed, and he heard giggling again. Before he could quite stand up, merely managing to turn around, knowing danger when he met it - or in this case, tripped against it - Soubi was straddling him, a huge smile and sweet eyes and wet hair and a whole damn lot of wet skin.
Ritsuka felt himself flush.
"W-what are you doing!?" he asked, trying to push himself up in a way that didn't involve having to touch Soubi. A very wet, very naked Soubi, his mind added.
"Ritsuka-trap was a success!" Natsuo added, smiling when he appeared by Ritsuka's side, wrapping arms around his neck, nuzzling the side of his face like a kitten would. He was wearing Ritsuka's bathrobe, and it pooled around him despite being tied, and Ritsuka felt Natsuo's bandaged fingers touching his cat ears.
"Told you," Youji said with a smirk. He was also very wet and very naked, and completely unashamed of being naked, Ritsuka realized with an impending sense of doom. "You sure he's the adult, here? With the ears and all..."
"Youji! Don't bully Ritsuka," Natsuo chidded. "His ears are cute."
Ritsuka would have felt comforted by that, wondering about Fighters having a sense of loyalty with each other, perhaps, if not for the fact that Natsuo decided to take advantage of him sighing by bitting on one of his cat ears, nipping at the tip and making him yelp.
"Stop this already!" Ritsuka ordered, unable to do a thing with all the naked skin that was surrounding him as Youji leaned down against his side as well, too clever fingers pushing his shirt up. "Soubi!"
But his Sacrifice just gave him that gorgeous smile that definitely didn't give Ritsuka goosebumps and that Ritsuka most definitely didn't like kissing, thank you, and Ritsuka almost ignored the situation for a moment.
Almost, because Soubi was busy working open his belt.
"We're just playing a little," Soubi told him, and Ritsuka really didn't want to wonder how a twelve years old knew about these games. Or three twelve years old, actually, if the way Youji's fingers were exploring his torso and Natsuo was getting acquainted with both sets of ears was any clue. "Isn't it alright?"
"Of course it's not alright!" Ritsuka's yell melted away into a moan as Youji's fingers pinched one of his nipples and Natsuo's so very clever tongue licked at his human ear, teeth nibbling at the flesh there. He felt himself flush twice as hard when he felt Soubi's hands finally undoing his trousers, and Ritsuka was already half hard. "Soubi!"
"Shh, Ritsuka," Soubi half ordered. Ritsuka closed his eyes as tight a she could, and he felt his Sacrifice pull at his trousers, and meanwhile Natsuo was helping Youji undo the buttons of his shirt, too many hands touching him, caressing him, stroking him. He felt Youji's teeth on his collarbone, and Natsuo's tongue moving down the side of his neck, and Ritsuka whimpered when he felt a small hand touching the front of his boxers, caressing him, and before he moaned he really, really wished that he had actually told Kio to come in for dinner.
"Ritsuka, look at me," Soubi ordered, and despite the weirdness of the situation Ritsuka would not, could not not obey, so he opened his eyes, looking a Soubi's blue, blue eyes. It was strange how he almost believed that everything could be alright when Soubi was looking at him like that, almost as if there was no other people in the world. "It's alright."
Ritsuka found himself half nodding, and Soubi smiled like an angel before he took his cock in his mouth.
**
"I like them!" Soubi said with a wide smile as Ritsuka walked him to his place. "I'm very glad that you took them in your house, Ritsuka. They're fun to be around."
Ritsuka didn't quite say yes or no, still feeling too drained to even try to have a proper discussion with his Sacrifice about bounderies and things like that. He was going to spend the night at Kio's, and for a while he would pretend he didn't have a demon for a Sacrifice.
"We should do it again!" Soubi said cheerfully as a goodbye once he was at his door, waving his hand at him.
Ritsuka wondered if Ritsu had ordered him to be his nephew's Sacrifice fully knowing what kind of little monster he was, or if it had just been his luck.