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Title: The Irony
Author: Greko
Pairing: Soubi/Ritsuka
Rating: I’m going to change this to R just to play it safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I don’t know the person who does own them. I gain no profit from this. I just like to play with them sometimes. I'm just a deranged girl with too much time on my hands.
Summary: Soubi finds Ritsuka’s real name.
Warnings: Abuse
A/N: sorry summary sucks this is my first lovless fic so…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
A peaceful Ritsuka let a small smile grace his lips as sleep lingered. His eyes still closed, he ran his outstretched arm and leg over the expanse of the bed. The half-smile quickly died on his lips as he sat up, his hair sticking up in asymmetrical angles, and stared at the empty space next to him. He was caught off guard by the sadness he felt. Soubi had gone, and he hadn’t even noticed. He hadn’t even said goodbye. The sadness was quickly replaced by a flash of anger. His eyes narrowed in irritation before he sighed and looked away.
He turned a pained gaze to his folded hands in his lap; he was unprepared for the disappointment he felt. Soubi was long gone - his side of the bed had long since cooled. In all honesty it was better that he had left early, especially since his mother could come in at any moment as he hadn’t locked the door, but it didn’t help to quell his disappointment. Ritsuka hefted himself out of bed, his ears flat against his head, chewing at his lip sadly. Dressing in a common outfit, consisting of a black button up and jeans, he didn’t bother to do much with his hair; as he ran a hand through it, he allowed the silky strands stay where they fell. He rushed downstairs, he stood poised at the kitchen door waiting till his mother had turned around to rush in and grab his lunch, then he quickly sprinted out the front door before she could catch him. Overworking his small legs, he made it to school in record time, and far sooner than he needed to be there. But it was these moments that he cherished, it was his last chance to be alone before the other obnoxiously loud students arrived.
He made his way to the familiar empty classroom, and he hung his purple faux-fur lined jacket on a hook. He chose a seat near the window and spent the rest of his day looking out of it, waiting. The minutes passed excruciatingly slow, and the hours seemed like days. The day seemed determined to last forever; as it had a tendency to do when all one wanted was for it to end. He was too busy waiting for time to pass to notice his luck in the form of the other children who were giving Shinonome-sensei a rather hard time, so she had no time to notice his lack of attention let alone scold him for it.
Finally, after he had eaten a small lunch of various soft foods -that he didn’t taste, the boy caught sight of his blond Sentoki standing outside of the school gates, waiting for him. Often he randomly found himself wondering why no one seemed to question why a college student loitered and smoked outside of a junior high school almost every day, other than the one time Shinonome-sensei had brought it up. Though none of that was on his mind today, his ears lifted as he straightened in his seat and his face brightened for the first time all day.
A curious Yuiko followed his gaze and smiled happily. She had spent her day surreptitiously watching him and Ritsuka had seemed even more reserved today than normal and Yuiko worried, but she understood now. Whatever had brought Ritsuka down was related to the blond in some way (it always seemed that way to her) but Soubi would fix whatever it was that troubled Ritsuka; one way or another, he always seemed to do that too. Yuiko didn’t really question the strange dynamics of their relastionship all Yuiko knew was that she wouldn’t have to worry now so she faced the front of the class and tried to figure out what Shinonome-sensei was attempting to teach.
Ritsuka sighed as his class was released. He swiftly made his way to the college student; his face tinged red in what he tried to convince himself was anger. The blond smiled because he knew better - Ritsuka’s eager walk and attentive ears, as he made his way over, betrayed him. Soubi had the sudden inexplicable urge to nibble on them.
The purple eyed boy looked up at the taller man and asked, “Why are you here?” His voice showed more curiosity than the usual anger it usually held when Soubi came to collect him after school. His wide amethyst eyes were begging to know why Soubi hadn’t said good-bye before he’d left, even though it was something he would never allow himself to ask or even acknowledge wanting to know.
Soubi held back a smirk at Ritsuka’s stubborn will, his absolute unwillingness to show his affection for him, it would only anger his little Sacrifice. “To see you,” Soubi answered simply, leaving the unasked question unanswered. Knowing that the boy had missed him made Soubi happy. His blue eyes were verging on twinkling as he held his hand out for Ritsuka. He was almost positive that, had he stayed, he would have been scolded and avoided by his dark haired boy. It was his habit whenever Soubi dared to get too close, closer then Ritsuka was ready to admit he wanted Soubi to be. However, being missed, the boy allowed his Sentoki to take his hand with minimal hesitance.
The entire walk to Ritsuka’s home was uneventful; besides a few bewildered looks from people that passed them that Soubi was far too happy to see. The stares didn’t bother him - he was far too enthralled by the way Ritsuka’s small worm hand fit so comfortably and warmly in his own, and the soft texture of the skin. Ritsuka figured it would was far better if the older man didn‘t notice; Soubi would only use the chance to provoke him and the people by doing something worse, like kissing him.
“Would you take a picture of my name for me? I want to see it better. I can’t see it too well with only the mirror.” Ritsuka said, breaking the comfortable silence as they neared his home, avoiding the blonde’s eyes, he feigned interest in a bright and almost neon colored display of computers in a store window as they passed it. Of course, Soubi wasn’t fooled but he said nothing.
“Will I get a copy?” Soubi asked, only partially to get a rise out of the boy, his blue eyes shining in mirth.
“If I say yes, will you take it for me?” Ritsuka asked, a blush staining his cheeks as he looked up at the blond.
“You could always just order me to take it.” Soubi said with a small smile and a half-shrug, his flippant actions and words betraying the giddy feeling he received at just the prospect. He knew very well that, unless it was absolutely necessary, the black haired boy would always refuse to order him. He wasn’t sure why the boy refused to embrace him fully but he could wait - to the end of days, Soubi could and would wait.
“You can have a copy.” Soubi smiled at Ritsuka’s answer and watched as he entered the house, and then he went to climb up to the boy’s room to wait. He climbed slowly, taking the time he knew he had before his Sacrifice reached his room, and contemplated the pros and cons of investing in a ladder.
The neko-boy had no sooner opened the door before his mother caught him by surprise with a well-aimed slap accompanied by an unintelligible yell. He turned wide purple eyes to her and managed to dodge the next blow. With a grimace and his ears flat against his head, he quickly scrambled upstairs, easily outrunning is mom.
He cradled his stinging cheek right at the bone, he rubbed it lightly; he had no doubt that it would bruise very soon. Ritsuka sighed in irritation as he opened the bedroom door. Soubi lay on his bed, blond hair splayed across the pillow facing the door as he waited. The blond shook his head and looked away his jaw and fists clenched in anger as he saw the boy holding his wounded face. As much as it pained him to hear what happened downstairs, he was forbidden to do anything about it.
“It could stop whenever you wanted it to.” The ambiguous remark was shrugged off by the boy. The blond shook his head again and said, “You know that you have options. You could stay with me,” he said, not for the first time. Knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer, Soubi stood and took the camera from on top of the boy’s monitor with only slightly more force than was necessary.
“Maybe,” Ritsuka said belatedly with a shrug. The blue eyed man nearly dropped the camera in his surprise; he fumbled with it trying to keep it in his hands and not in pieces on the floor. He turned sharply to look at the boy, but Ritsuka was looking away, apparently studying the pictures he had posted on his board. He filed the response away to think on later. Soubi would have no luck if he tried to pursue the conversation, so instead he smirked and said, “Are you going to get undressed?”
Ritsuka turned around swiftly and looked at Soubi with a calculating look, trying to decide if it was really necessary. “Do I have to? Couldn’t I just pull down my pants a bit and my shirt up?” he asked, biting his lip nervously.
“Oh no! You should take off your clothes. It wouldn’t look as good; you just wouldn‘t be able to see it well enough.” Soubi said with conviction and a nod.
Usually the boy would have put up a fight, but he figured that it would, in fact, be much more visible if he did shed his clothing, like the day before. Ritsuka went to the bathroom and undressed, wrapping a towel around his narrow waist, tucking his tail under and making sure to keep it close to his body, so that there was nothing to hinder the view of the name. Soubi took the time to tie his blond hair back and out of his face. It just wouldn’t do to have anything obstructing his sight.
Soubi adjusted the towel a bit more so that ‘Loveless’ could be seen clearly. He moved Ritsuka so that he was directly in front of him; his hands lingered on the boy’s pale hips. He knelt, just as the day before, his thumbs caressing the smooth skin, and placed a small kiss on the name, his tongue peeked out of its own accord to lick the dip of his back just above the name. He slipped his arms around the slim waist of his Sacrifice and held him close, resting his head on the small of his back. He inhaled the natural scent of the boy’s body greedily as he kissed at the supple cream-like skin. Ritsuka was so engrossed in the sensation Soubi was evoking that he didn’t even bother to rush him along or resist in anyway. Eventually, the blond managed to convince himself to reach down for the camera and took the picture, although he’d had nowhere near his fill of the opiate flesh.
Ritsuka allowed himself to be followed as he slipped back into the bathroom. With a glance at his Sentoki, he said, “I’m only going to shower.” He would’ve much rather liked a bath, but he wasn’t sure he trusted Soubi to behave that long. He had been very affectionate lately (he was almost willing to admit that they both had been), so he would make it quick. When his Sentoki made no move to leave Ristuka exclaimed “If you insist on staying, you have to turn around!” his cheeks hot as he pointed to the wall in the opposite direction. Stripping quickly, and almost falling in his haste, he stepped into the shower and awkwardly began to scrub at his body; he felt his Sentoki’s presence acutely as if he was next to him. He could swear he felt eyes on him and kept looking back at his Sentoki, but Soubi was always dutifully staring at the wall as he’d been told. Shrugging it off as paranoia and a heightened aweareness to his Sentoki’s presence, Ritsuka finished washing his hair and turned in time to see the blond face the wall again. He fought a smile and blushed, turning off the water, he didn‘t bother to take the time to wondering why he liked the thought of Soubi looking at him. He made short work of drying off with his favorite big fluffy towel and slipped on sleeping pants.
Bending over to retrieve his sleeping shirt, he yelped suddenly, as he felt himself pitch backward and Soubi lifted him up off the floor. “Put me down! I can walk! I haven’t even finished getting dressed!” Ritsuka protested as his arms unconsciously slipped around the taller man‘s neck, but he was ignored. Soubi nestled his face into his Sacrifice’s hair. The boy’s ears flattened as he sulked in the blond’s arms, trying not to snuggle deeper as he was carried to his bed. Soubi laid him down gently, and Ritsuka moved over automatically to make room for his Sentoki, who slipped in beside him after retrieving the camera again.
Soubi embraced him close, placing small kisses on the boy’s head, cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally a soft kiss to his willing lips. With a deep breath of Ritsuka’s scent, he sighed contentedly. Tightened his arms around the boy, Soubi held the camera so that Ritsuka could see it. “Does this look ok?” the blond asked, showing his Sacrifice the picture he’d taken.
The boy nodded. Soubi sat up and switched off the camera, placing it above Ritsuka’s pillow. He pulled the band from his hair and stuck it around his right wrist. He looked down reverently at his Sacrifice, causing the younger boy to blush. Ritskua watched curiously as, instead of laying beside him again, his Sentoki moved lower on his body and lay his head on his flat tummy. Soubi kissed at the skin of his stomach and nuzzled it. Ritsuka had to fight the want to purr, though he did let his hand wander down and his fingers to run through his Soubi’s soft hair.
Before either knew it, they had lulled each other into a peaceful slumber.
Author: Greko
Pairing: Soubi/Ritsuka
Rating: I’m going to change this to R just to play it safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I don’t know the person who does own them. I gain no profit from this. I just like to play with them sometimes. I'm just a deranged girl with too much time on my hands.
Summary: Soubi finds Ritsuka’s real name.
Warnings: Abuse
A/N: sorry summary sucks this is my first lovless fic so…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
A peaceful Ritsuka let a small smile grace his lips as sleep lingered. His eyes still closed, he ran his outstretched arm and leg over the expanse of the bed. The half-smile quickly died on his lips as he sat up, his hair sticking up in asymmetrical angles, and stared at the empty space next to him. He was caught off guard by the sadness he felt. Soubi had gone, and he hadn’t even noticed. He hadn’t even said goodbye. The sadness was quickly replaced by a flash of anger. His eyes narrowed in irritation before he sighed and looked away.
He turned a pained gaze to his folded hands in his lap; he was unprepared for the disappointment he felt. Soubi was long gone - his side of the bed had long since cooled. In all honesty it was better that he had left early, especially since his mother could come in at any moment as he hadn’t locked the door, but it didn’t help to quell his disappointment. Ritsuka hefted himself out of bed, his ears flat against his head, chewing at his lip sadly. Dressing in a common outfit, consisting of a black button up and jeans, he didn’t bother to do much with his hair; as he ran a hand through it, he allowed the silky strands stay where they fell. He rushed downstairs, he stood poised at the kitchen door waiting till his mother had turned around to rush in and grab his lunch, then he quickly sprinted out the front door before she could catch him. Overworking his small legs, he made it to school in record time, and far sooner than he needed to be there. But it was these moments that he cherished, it was his last chance to be alone before the other obnoxiously loud students arrived.
He made his way to the familiar empty classroom, and he hung his purple faux-fur lined jacket on a hook. He chose a seat near the window and spent the rest of his day looking out of it, waiting. The minutes passed excruciatingly slow, and the hours seemed like days. The day seemed determined to last forever; as it had a tendency to do when all one wanted was for it to end. He was too busy waiting for time to pass to notice his luck in the form of the other children who were giving Shinonome-sensei a rather hard time, so she had no time to notice his lack of attention let alone scold him for it.
Finally, after he had eaten a small lunch of various soft foods -that he didn’t taste, the boy caught sight of his blond Sentoki standing outside of the school gates, waiting for him. Often he randomly found himself wondering why no one seemed to question why a college student loitered and smoked outside of a junior high school almost every day, other than the one time Shinonome-sensei had brought it up. Though none of that was on his mind today, his ears lifted as he straightened in his seat and his face brightened for the first time all day.
A curious Yuiko followed his gaze and smiled happily. She had spent her day surreptitiously watching him and Ritsuka had seemed even more reserved today than normal and Yuiko worried, but she understood now. Whatever had brought Ritsuka down was related to the blond in some way (it always seemed that way to her) but Soubi would fix whatever it was that troubled Ritsuka; one way or another, he always seemed to do that too. Yuiko didn’t really question the strange dynamics of their relastionship all Yuiko knew was that she wouldn’t have to worry now so she faced the front of the class and tried to figure out what Shinonome-sensei was attempting to teach.
Ritsuka sighed as his class was released. He swiftly made his way to the college student; his face tinged red in what he tried to convince himself was anger. The blond smiled because he knew better - Ritsuka’s eager walk and attentive ears, as he made his way over, betrayed him. Soubi had the sudden inexplicable urge to nibble on them.
The purple eyed boy looked up at the taller man and asked, “Why are you here?” His voice showed more curiosity than the usual anger it usually held when Soubi came to collect him after school. His wide amethyst eyes were begging to know why Soubi hadn’t said good-bye before he’d left, even though it was something he would never allow himself to ask or even acknowledge wanting to know.
Soubi held back a smirk at Ritsuka’s stubborn will, his absolute unwillingness to show his affection for him, it would only anger his little Sacrifice. “To see you,” Soubi answered simply, leaving the unasked question unanswered. Knowing that the boy had missed him made Soubi happy. His blue eyes were verging on twinkling as he held his hand out for Ritsuka. He was almost positive that, had he stayed, he would have been scolded and avoided by his dark haired boy. It was his habit whenever Soubi dared to get too close, closer then Ritsuka was ready to admit he wanted Soubi to be. However, being missed, the boy allowed his Sentoki to take his hand with minimal hesitance.
The entire walk to Ritsuka’s home was uneventful; besides a few bewildered looks from people that passed them that Soubi was far too happy to see. The stares didn’t bother him - he was far too enthralled by the way Ritsuka’s small worm hand fit so comfortably and warmly in his own, and the soft texture of the skin. Ritsuka figured it would was far better if the older man didn‘t notice; Soubi would only use the chance to provoke him and the people by doing something worse, like kissing him.
“Would you take a picture of my name for me? I want to see it better. I can’t see it too well with only the mirror.” Ritsuka said, breaking the comfortable silence as they neared his home, avoiding the blonde’s eyes, he feigned interest in a bright and almost neon colored display of computers in a store window as they passed it. Of course, Soubi wasn’t fooled but he said nothing.
“Will I get a copy?” Soubi asked, only partially to get a rise out of the boy, his blue eyes shining in mirth.
“If I say yes, will you take it for me?” Ritsuka asked, a blush staining his cheeks as he looked up at the blond.
“You could always just order me to take it.” Soubi said with a small smile and a half-shrug, his flippant actions and words betraying the giddy feeling he received at just the prospect. He knew very well that, unless it was absolutely necessary, the black haired boy would always refuse to order him. He wasn’t sure why the boy refused to embrace him fully but he could wait - to the end of days, Soubi could and would wait.
“You can have a copy.” Soubi smiled at Ritsuka’s answer and watched as he entered the house, and then he went to climb up to the boy’s room to wait. He climbed slowly, taking the time he knew he had before his Sacrifice reached his room, and contemplated the pros and cons of investing in a ladder.
The neko-boy had no sooner opened the door before his mother caught him by surprise with a well-aimed slap accompanied by an unintelligible yell. He turned wide purple eyes to her and managed to dodge the next blow. With a grimace and his ears flat against his head, he quickly scrambled upstairs, easily outrunning is mom.
He cradled his stinging cheek right at the bone, he rubbed it lightly; he had no doubt that it would bruise very soon. Ritsuka sighed in irritation as he opened the bedroom door. Soubi lay on his bed, blond hair splayed across the pillow facing the door as he waited. The blond shook his head and looked away his jaw and fists clenched in anger as he saw the boy holding his wounded face. As much as it pained him to hear what happened downstairs, he was forbidden to do anything about it.
“It could stop whenever you wanted it to.” The ambiguous remark was shrugged off by the boy. The blond shook his head again and said, “You know that you have options. You could stay with me,” he said, not for the first time. Knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer, Soubi stood and took the camera from on top of the boy’s monitor with only slightly more force than was necessary.
“Maybe,” Ritsuka said belatedly with a shrug. The blue eyed man nearly dropped the camera in his surprise; he fumbled with it trying to keep it in his hands and not in pieces on the floor. He turned sharply to look at the boy, but Ritsuka was looking away, apparently studying the pictures he had posted on his board. He filed the response away to think on later. Soubi would have no luck if he tried to pursue the conversation, so instead he smirked and said, “Are you going to get undressed?”
Ritsuka turned around swiftly and looked at Soubi with a calculating look, trying to decide if it was really necessary. “Do I have to? Couldn’t I just pull down my pants a bit and my shirt up?” he asked, biting his lip nervously.
“Oh no! You should take off your clothes. It wouldn’t look as good; you just wouldn‘t be able to see it well enough.” Soubi said with conviction and a nod.
Usually the boy would have put up a fight, but he figured that it would, in fact, be much more visible if he did shed his clothing, like the day before. Ritsuka went to the bathroom and undressed, wrapping a towel around his narrow waist, tucking his tail under and making sure to keep it close to his body, so that there was nothing to hinder the view of the name. Soubi took the time to tie his blond hair back and out of his face. It just wouldn’t do to have anything obstructing his sight.
Soubi adjusted the towel a bit more so that ‘Loveless’ could be seen clearly. He moved Ritsuka so that he was directly in front of him; his hands lingered on the boy’s pale hips. He knelt, just as the day before, his thumbs caressing the smooth skin, and placed a small kiss on the name, his tongue peeked out of its own accord to lick the dip of his back just above the name. He slipped his arms around the slim waist of his Sacrifice and held him close, resting his head on the small of his back. He inhaled the natural scent of the boy’s body greedily as he kissed at the supple cream-like skin. Ritsuka was so engrossed in the sensation Soubi was evoking that he didn’t even bother to rush him along or resist in anyway. Eventually, the blond managed to convince himself to reach down for the camera and took the picture, although he’d had nowhere near his fill of the opiate flesh.
Ritsuka allowed himself to be followed as he slipped back into the bathroom. With a glance at his Sentoki, he said, “I’m only going to shower.” He would’ve much rather liked a bath, but he wasn’t sure he trusted Soubi to behave that long. He had been very affectionate lately (he was almost willing to admit that they both had been), so he would make it quick. When his Sentoki made no move to leave Ristuka exclaimed “If you insist on staying, you have to turn around!” his cheeks hot as he pointed to the wall in the opposite direction. Stripping quickly, and almost falling in his haste, he stepped into the shower and awkwardly began to scrub at his body; he felt his Sentoki’s presence acutely as if he was next to him. He could swear he felt eyes on him and kept looking back at his Sentoki, but Soubi was always dutifully staring at the wall as he’d been told. Shrugging it off as paranoia and a heightened aweareness to his Sentoki’s presence, Ritsuka finished washing his hair and turned in time to see the blond face the wall again. He fought a smile and blushed, turning off the water, he didn‘t bother to take the time to wondering why he liked the thought of Soubi looking at him. He made short work of drying off with his favorite big fluffy towel and slipped on sleeping pants.
Bending over to retrieve his sleeping shirt, he yelped suddenly, as he felt himself pitch backward and Soubi lifted him up off the floor. “Put me down! I can walk! I haven’t even finished getting dressed!” Ritsuka protested as his arms unconsciously slipped around the taller man‘s neck, but he was ignored. Soubi nestled his face into his Sacrifice’s hair. The boy’s ears flattened as he sulked in the blond’s arms, trying not to snuggle deeper as he was carried to his bed. Soubi laid him down gently, and Ritsuka moved over automatically to make room for his Sentoki, who slipped in beside him after retrieving the camera again.
Soubi embraced him close, placing small kisses on the boy’s head, cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally a soft kiss to his willing lips. With a deep breath of Ritsuka’s scent, he sighed contentedly. Tightened his arms around the boy, Soubi held the camera so that Ritsuka could see it. “Does this look ok?” the blond asked, showing his Sacrifice the picture he’d taken.
The boy nodded. Soubi sat up and switched off the camera, placing it above Ritsuka’s pillow. He pulled the band from his hair and stuck it around his right wrist. He looked down reverently at his Sacrifice, causing the younger boy to blush. Ritskua watched curiously as, instead of laying beside him again, his Sentoki moved lower on his body and lay his head on his flat tummy. Soubi kissed at the skin of his stomach and nuzzled it. Ritsuka had to fight the want to purr, though he did let his hand wander down and his fingers to run through his Soubi’s soft hair.
Before either knew it, they had lulled each other into a peaceful slumber.