LOVELESS 1/1
And another short fic...this time just something from LOVELESS, which I simply adore.
Title: ?
Pairing: Soubi/Ritsuka
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Ritsuka is ready.
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Ritsuka's skin is still as soft as it was when Soubi first met him. He butterflies his lips across from just under Ritsuka's left ear, down the line of his jaw, down further still until he can feel Ritsuka's Adam's apple bob as he swallows. He presses his tongue there, swift and fleeting and just to tease - though who it teases even Soubi is not completely sure - and Ritsuka tilts his head back even further. Soubi feels the soft noise Ritsuka makes rather than hears it. It hums beneath his lips and he smiles, kisses pale skin again. Gentle, gentle - always gentle, because even at fifteen Ritsuka is skinny and looks like a stiff breeze would knock him down, but even so, his place in Soubi's life demands nothing less.
He feels slender fingers tangle in his hair and tug a little, and Soubi lets himself be pulled up. He takes Ritsuka's mouth just the way he knows Ritsuka likes - loving, because he loves Ritsuka, but with a slight edge to it that leaves the boy breathless.
He does not understand why Ritsuka was named LOVELESS - sometimes he is overwhelmed by how deeply he feels for the dark-haired boy, and certainly he has never loved anyone else like he has Ritsuka. Not even Seimei, who was BELOVED the same as Soubi is. Other times he wonders if it is because Ritsuka does not love, but he knows that isn't true. He looks into Ritsuka's eyes now, leaning over the boy, and can see that he is loved in return.
"Soubi..." Ritsuka reaches up, cupping the older man's cheek in his palm, splaying his fingers wonderingly against Soubi's skin. He rubs his thumb beneath Soubi's eye. "Are you okay? Did you want to stop?"
Soubi smiles and lets out a low laugh - they have to be quiet, because Ritsuka's parents are in the house and have no idea that Soubi is there. He lowers his head and kisses Ritsuka again - as much to answer the question as because he wants to, and Ritsuka wraps his arms around Soubi's neck. Soubi has a hand against Ritsuka's hip, and he runs it down and over the boy's thigh to his knee. He feels Ritsuka tense, just slightly, and nowhere near like he used to, and then Ritsuka parts his knees.
He only spreads them wider when Soubi trails curious fingers to the inside of Ritsuka's jean-clad knee and then up the inside of his leg. He pulls away from Ritsuka, looks down at him and he knows there is a question in his face. Ritsuka stares back up at him, and Soubi knows from his expression that Ritsuka is ready.
"I love you," Ritsuka whispers, the same words that Soubi has uttered over and over again, and though it warms him to hear it, words are unnecessary these days.
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Ritsuka is heat, every inch of him inside and out is heat and Soubi can feel this for himself. He is overwhelmed by it. Ritsuka, in his arms, tangled around him, bare skin soft and hot against his, slick slightly with exertion, warming Soubi as well as the air around them so it is all he can feel. And inside...
He breathes, harshly and it is more a gasp than a breath, against Ritsuka's shoulder. His lover - his lover, now, after so long - is stretched taut as a bowstring beneath him, back arched clear off the mattress, head fallen back and mouth open in a silent cry as Soubi and he are one for the first time.
"Ritsuka..?" Soubi turns his head after a moment, looks down into dark eyes. The teenager blinks up at him. "Are you alright?"
Ritsuka smiles, just a slight curve of his lips that is gentle and rare and just for him. "I'm fine," he says softly. "I...I'm yours now. These..." He disentangles an arm from around Soubi and reaches up to stroke along an ear demonstratively, even as his cheeks colour a little. "These are yours, now, Soubi."
Soubi regards Ritsuka's ears for a moment. When they are finished later, he will take them and he will cherish them as a sign of Ritsuka's love and trust. He doubts that the person he lost his virginity to has done the same to his own.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and he means it. "I love you."
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Ritsuka's breaths come in pants, quicker and quicker and interspersed with soft, hitching gasps as his fingers claw at the skin on Soubi's back. Skin that was once smooth but is now riddled with pale, raised lines. Ritsuka's fingers are making red lines to cross them, but Soubi will bear those marks with pride and a quiet thrill, knowing that it was he that caused it, just as it excites him that he is the one dragging those sounds from Ritskua's lips.
They are both holding back, because they know that Ritsuka's mother will burst in if she hears them and really wants to, and Soubi has seen what she does to her own son, let alone what she might do to the strange man who is taking her son's virginity. Soubi wonders what Ritsuka will sound like when Soubi drives him past all control, when there is no-one around to stop them.
"Sou..." Ritsuka's voice is scratchy and Soubi watches as he wets his dry lips with his tongue. "Soubi...I..."
"I know," Soubi murmurs. Ritsuka is younger than he so he's not surprised that it doesn't take much, but Ritsuka feels and sounds and just is so perfect that Soubi isn't convinced he'll outlast the boy. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone, anyway. It would be so perfect if they came together - Soubi knows that it doesn't matter too much if your first time isn't great, it doesn't scar, but he knows that it is something people remember for the rest of their lives, and if he can make it as good for Ritsuka as he can, then Ritsuka will remember him that way forever.
So he pushes again and again into Ritsuka, and as he feels Ritsuka near his peak he crushes his mouth against the boy's to muffle their cries. The dark-haired boy stiffens, pants into Soubi's mouth and cries the other man's name as Soubi reaches between them distractedly to wrap long fingers around Ritsuka and stroke him firmly. Ritsuka arches hard, the same as he did when Soubi entered him, and stays caught like that, frozen, until with a shattered gasp he collapses back, chest heaving, and it is at that moment that Soubi bites his lip and drives in hard, catching Ritsuka off-guard as he comes.
Eventually, Ritsuka turns his head and presses his mouth vaguely to the side of Soubi's head, half-asleep despite the bigger man's weight on him. "Thank you," he whispers, echoing Soubi's earlier words.
Soubi hums in the back of his throat, kissing Ritsuka's shoulder, and rolls off but not away before gathering Ritsuka beneath the covers and urging him to sleep. He waits until the boy drifts off, watching him as his chest and belly fill with affection. He is lucky that his Sacrifice loves him, because he knows from experience that that is not always so.
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When Ritsuka walks into school on the Monday, it is with mixed pride and apprehension. He is by no means the first person in his class to have lost his ears, but nor is he anywhere near the last. Yuiko and Yayoi still have theirs, as do many others. He gets there early so he doesn't have a whole class of people staring at him as he walks in, but it isn't long before others arrive and they all notice.
Yayoi and Yuiko come in together, and Ritsuka contemplates hiding under his desk as they make identically shocked faces and point stupidly at him, mouths gaping. That makes everyone else look at him, and even the teacher turns from the board to watch, eyebrows raised.
Abruptly, Yuiko bursts into tears. "Ritsuka doesn't love Yuiko!" she cries and runs out, leaving a deflated Yayoi behind, and Ritsuka groans, letting his head fall onto the desk. If he'd known Monday morning was going to be this embarrassing, he'd have just said 'no.'
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