Loveless (Ritsu-sensei/Soubi)
Title: Desperate Measures
Author: dusk_eyed
Warnings: None other than those involved with the Prompt
Rating: R
Word Count: 602
Author's Note: This really took a strange turn and is not the fic that I thought I would be writing. It's a different interpretation of the prompt but I hope the requester will enjoy it anyway. This takes place a few years in the future beyond the time of the current manga, meaning everyone is older. Prompt was - Ritsu-Sensei/Soubi - Delayed release/orgasm control - classroom
"Soubi?!"
Ritsuka's voice trembled a little on Soubi's name. He could hear it shake even through the wood of the bathroom door. He shrank back a little further into the corner of the closet, beneath the long coats as if he could somehow hide himself there in the dark. Hide even from Ritsuka.
"Just...tell me what I did wrong," Ritsuka pleaded and Soubi could tell that his Sacrifice was nearly in tears. It hurt to hear that painful note in Ritsuka's voice and Soubi told himself that he should go to him.
He couldn't make himself move though. His lips felt cold and his teeth were starting to chatter. Even so, he felt hot all over despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but his shirt. Soubi bit his lip hard.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered dully and pressed his forehead against his upraised knees.
There was a pause and he thought he sensed Ritsuka's disbelieving reaction even through the physical space between them. "Soubi, you're in the closet again."
"I know. I'm sorry," Soubi muttered miserably. He shivered in his huddled up spot on the floor.
"This is another Ritsu thing, right?" Ritsuka said, not really asking a question. The bitten back fury in Ritsuka's voice was hard to parse out as being directed at Ritsu-sensei and not at Soubi.
Soubi counted to fifty before he answered. "Yes," he muttered.
Ritsuka tapped lightly on the door but didn't try to turn the knob. "He...um....he did what I was doing, didn't he? Only,....meaner."
Soubi pictured Ritsuka's serious face in his mind's eye. He saw his Sacrifice's large purple eyes and determined mouth, and then with a fresh shiver, he felt the firm warmth of Ritsuka's touch. Demanding, insisting and it was very very difficult not to think of Ritsu's cruel voice in his ear.
"I can't...he never stops," Soubi whispered in the confessional darkness of the closet.
"Soubi." Ritsuka whispered back and Soubi both relished the love in Ritsuka's tone and felt ashamed of his own need for tolerance. Especially when he and Ritsuka were close.
"I shouldn't think of him, but I do."
Soubi pressed his face harder against his knees, hiding himself beneath his hair.
The door opened slowly after another long pause. "We've talked about this, Soubi." Ritsuka murmured and Soubi knew without looking up that Ritsuka would be looking at him with love and protectiveness. "You've been conditioned to feel this way. To...need certain things."
"I don't want to. I'm tainting you. I'm...tainting us."
"Soubi, that's not true." Ritsuka's hand swept over the back of Soubi's head and that one gesture of approval seemed to ease a tight band around Soubi's chest.
He took a breath and slowly lifted his head. "I can please you?" he murmured, the note of need in that question one he couldn't suppress.
"Yes," Ritsuka replied simply. "Come out of there. I want to look at you."
Soubi nodded, wiping tears off his face with his fingers. As he began to crawl out of the closet on his hands and knees, Ritsuka stroked his flank possessively.
"Don't expect this to end any time soon," Ritsuka snapped, making his voice hard.
"No."
Soubi knew it would last hours because it had to, because without the long trembling wait, he couldn't enjoy this at all. Ritsu-sensei had seen to that. Made him writhe and crawl. Made waiting intrinsic to the pleasure.
Gratitude suffused him as he lay down on the hard desk in the middle of the room. Ritsuka was such a good Sacrifice.
Author: dusk_eyed
Warnings: None other than those involved with the Prompt
Rating: R
Word Count: 602
Author's Note: This really took a strange turn and is not the fic that I thought I would be writing. It's a different interpretation of the prompt but I hope the requester will enjoy it anyway. This takes place a few years in the future beyond the time of the current manga, meaning everyone is older. Prompt was - Ritsu-Sensei/Soubi - Delayed release/orgasm control - classroom
"Soubi?!"
Ritsuka's voice trembled a little on Soubi's name. He could hear it shake even through the wood of the bathroom door. He shrank back a little further into the corner of the closet, beneath the long coats as if he could somehow hide himself there in the dark. Hide even from Ritsuka.
"Just...tell me what I did wrong," Ritsuka pleaded and Soubi could tell that his Sacrifice was nearly in tears. It hurt to hear that painful note in Ritsuka's voice and Soubi told himself that he should go to him.
He couldn't make himself move though. His lips felt cold and his teeth were starting to chatter. Even so, he felt hot all over despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but his shirt. Soubi bit his lip hard.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered dully and pressed his forehead against his upraised knees.
There was a pause and he thought he sensed Ritsuka's disbelieving reaction even through the physical space between them. "Soubi, you're in the closet again."
"I know. I'm sorry," Soubi muttered miserably. He shivered in his huddled up spot on the floor.
"This is another Ritsu thing, right?" Ritsuka said, not really asking a question. The bitten back fury in Ritsuka's voice was hard to parse out as being directed at Ritsu-sensei and not at Soubi.
Soubi counted to fifty before he answered. "Yes," he muttered.
Ritsuka tapped lightly on the door but didn't try to turn the knob. "He...um....he did what I was doing, didn't he? Only,....meaner."
Soubi pictured Ritsuka's serious face in his mind's eye. He saw his Sacrifice's large purple eyes and determined mouth, and then with a fresh shiver, he felt the firm warmth of Ritsuka's touch. Demanding, insisting and it was very very difficult not to think of Ritsu's cruel voice in his ear.
"I can't...he never stops," Soubi whispered in the confessional darkness of the closet.
"Soubi." Ritsuka whispered back and Soubi both relished the love in Ritsuka's tone and felt ashamed of his own need for tolerance. Especially when he and Ritsuka were close.
"I shouldn't think of him, but I do."
Soubi pressed his face harder against his knees, hiding himself beneath his hair.
The door opened slowly after another long pause. "We've talked about this, Soubi." Ritsuka murmured and Soubi knew without looking up that Ritsuka would be looking at him with love and protectiveness. "You've been conditioned to feel this way. To...need certain things."
"I don't want to. I'm tainting you. I'm...tainting us."
"Soubi, that's not true." Ritsuka's hand swept over the back of Soubi's head and that one gesture of approval seemed to ease a tight band around Soubi's chest.
He took a breath and slowly lifted his head. "I can please you?" he murmured, the note of need in that question one he couldn't suppress.
"Yes," Ritsuka replied simply. "Come out of there. I want to look at you."
Soubi nodded, wiping tears off his face with his fingers. As he began to crawl out of the closet on his hands and knees, Ritsuka stroked his flank possessively.
"Don't expect this to end any time soon," Ritsuka snapped, making his voice hard.
"No."
Soubi knew it would last hours because it had to, because without the long trembling wait, he couldn't enjoy this at all. Ritsu-sensei had seen to that. Made him writhe and crawl. Made waiting intrinsic to the pleasure.
Gratitude suffused him as he lay down on the hard desk in the middle of the room. Ritsuka was such a good Sacrifice.