jadecorpsebride (jadecorpsebride) wrote in loveless_haven, @ 2007-12-13 04:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ritsuka, character: soubi, fic: pg13, pairing: ritsuka/soubi, type: fic |
Title: The Irony
Author: Jordi /M.E.L/Leliel/PricessJaduh
Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I'm just a deranged child with too much time on my hands and obviously a few mental problems...
Summary: Soubi finds Ritsuka’s real name. It’s fluffy.
A/N: sorry summary sucks this is my first lovless fic so…
Soubi quietly slid the glass door open and drew aside the curtains. He cast his worried blue eyes about the room. He was dripping from the rain, soaked from head to toe, and he knew that his Sacrifice would yell at him about catching cold and dripping water on his floor. The only problem was that his Ritsuka was nowhere to be seen and his cell phone was lying on the bed, blinking with the messages and email Soubi had been continually sending since the time his Sacrifice had gotten out of school. Walking around the room, he looked for clues of a struggle; perhaps his mother had attacked him yet again, or anything hinting to the boy’s whereabouts. To go so long without hearing from him was highly unusual -- even if it was a simple “Leave me alone,” he always received some kind of a response. Soubi found the silence completely unnerving.
As he walked farther into the room, he noticed a sliver of light coming from the door that wasn’t open often, and a bit of a haze emitting from it. Getting closer, he began to hear humming that grew louder as he moved closer. An eyebrow raised in curiosity. The voice was easily recognizable as his Ritsuka. He peeked through the door, because he had to be sure that the boy was ok, or so he rationalized. His eyes widened as he saw the boy in the most unguarded state he could ever remember seeing him: taking a bath -- taking a bath and humming!
The small neko-boy lounged in the bath, his slender leg bent up and out of the water as he washed it with a soapy cloth. Soubi watched his beloved Sacrifice, entranced as Ritsuka happily finished his bath, but when he stood to dry off, Soubi glanced away. As much as he wanted to look, he had already invaded his Sacrifice’s privacy enough for one day. He walked over to the bed and reclined on it to wait for the boy who would emerge from the still slightly steaming bathroom.
The dark-haired boy walked into the unlit room with a fluffy maroon towel wrapped around his slim hips, his hair still dripping slightly. Walking right by the silent Soubi, who was too busily eyeing the exposed skin on display to announce his presence, Ritsuka turned and bent to retrieve his sleeping clothes from the bureau. Before he could reach out to open the drawer, he stopped as he heard a sharp gasp from behind him. He turned around quickly, making sure to keep a secure hold on his towel, and spotted the shocked sentoki.
“What are you doing here?!” Ritsuka asked, too surprised to be angry, as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover as much skin as possible without dropping his towel in the process. His eyes darted to the bathroom door, contemplating making a run for it. Looking back at Soubi, he knew there’d be no way he could outrun him, should Soubi decide to chase after him.
Soubi didn’t answer. Instead he reached for the boy and gently turned him back around. Ritsuka could only move as Soubi wanted him to. “Your name,” he said simply and without further explanation. “What?” was all that the Sacrifice could say as he felt Soubi sink to his knees his head lowering as he kept eye-contact. He felt the older man’s hands rest softly on his hips, almost as though he was afraid to break the young boy. Ritsuka’s heart hammered in his chest as he felt Soubi tug at the towel. The boy tried to move away, but stopped when he realized it hadn’t moved far down. He felt a light kiss so low on his back that it made him start and he attempted to move away again, but his sentoki’s grip was too strong and he didn’t budge.
“What are you talking about?” he asked as he gave up trying to shake Soubi’s grip.
“Loveless” was Soubi’s simple reply as his lips continued to lightly move against Ritsuka’s skin, his hand caressing the boy’s silken tail as he did so. “Your real name.”
“You found it?” Ritsuka asked, bewildered and rather unintelligently. He turned his head to try and get a look without moving his body much. “Soubi, stop. I want to see!” he said, trying to break the bold grasp for a second time, and again to no avail. “Let me see,” he whined when the kisses and now licks didn’t cease. Soubi finally pulled away but kept his hands tightly on the shorter boy’s hips as he directed him to the bathroom. When Ritsuka turned to get a look at his name, Soubi’s hands went back to his hips that where now facing him.
They both stared with fascination at the name reflected in the mirror. Momentarily, Soubi’s rather brilliant blue eyes soon wandered down to Ritsuka, who still looked at his name in wonder as he moved this way and that, watching it change shape as he did so. Feeling a drop from the taller man’s still wet hair, Ritsuka blinked as if awakening and looked up, noticing for the first time that his sentoki was soaked. “Soubi, you’re going to get sick if you don‘t dry off!” he said sternly, his face flushing red in anger and a hint of worry in his violet eyes. That flash of anger made Soubi itch to kiss him. The boy pulled away from the blond, led him by the hand into his room, and handed him a dry towel.
Soubi smiled at the boy’s predictable reaction and did as he was told. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the computer chair so that it could dry. He toweled his hair to make sure it was completely dry, because it wouldn’t do to continue to drip all over Ritsuka’s room – even though his Sacrifice was incredibly cute when he was angry and yelling.
Ritsuka moved to his bureau again and pulled out pants to sleep in and a long-sleeved shirt. “Why did you come?” he asked, walking back to the bathroom to change, leaving the door open just enough so he could hear Soubi’s response. He made sure the older man wasn’t trying to peek, unaware that he’d been doing just that not too long ago.
“You weren’t answering me.” The Fighter answered simply.
“I had to stay after class. Shinonome-sensei wanted to talk to me about my paper,” Ritsuka replied as he emerged, buttoning up the last of his buttons. “Did I worry you?” he asked, looking up through his lashes at the blue-eyed man as though he wanted to be told so.
“Yes.” Soubi freely admitted.
“It’s late.” Ritsuka said this, glancing at his digital clock, changing the subject; unwillingly, he was hoping that he did.
“Should I leave?” The Fighter asked, following his gaze.
“It’s still raining.” The boy said, amethyst eyes shifting to his glass doors, out of which he could see the rain still falling in torrents.
“I could use your umbrella. I will bring it back this time.” Soubi said with a smile, remembering the stern reprimand he had received several times.
“Stay.” Ritsuka said, not meeting Soubi’s eyes as his hand lingered over his last button. He moved over to the bed and crawled in, lifting up his comforter for his sentoki. “Stay?” he said again, this time a little unsure of himself as he looked up at the taller man.
Soubi eagerly slid into the bed, pulling Ritsuka into his arms, his hand resting where he knew his name was written. The sentoki slipped his fingers under the waistband of his Sacrifice’s pants, causing the boy to start closer to Soubi. The blond smiled contently as he began to caress the name. Ritsuka snuggled closer, leaned up, and placed the softest kiss onto Soubi’s still-smiling lips; smiling at the irony, Loveless? One without love could not kiss so sweetly, nor hold so tightly, nor smile so warmly.
Part 2
A peaceful Ritsuka let a small smile grace his lips as sleep lingered. With 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 rather odd angles, and stared at the empty space next to him. It surprised him that he felt saddened. Soubi had gone, and he hadn’t even noticed. The sadness was quickly replaced by a flash of anger. His eyes narrowed in irritation before he sighed and looked away from the spot which he hadn’t taken his eyes off of since waking.
He turned his sad gaze to his folded hands in his lap. He wasn’t prepared for the disappointment he felt. Soubi was long gone - his side of the bed had already cooled. It was better that he had left early, especially because the boy’s mother could come in at any moment in the morning, 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, grabbing his lunch when his mother’s back was turned, and out the door. Overworking his small legs, he made it to school in record time, and far sooner than he needed to be there. But these moments he cherished because it was the only time he took to be alone before the other obnoxiously loud students arrived.
Making his way into the still empty classroom, he hung his 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 he wanted was for it to end. Luckily for him, the other children were giving Shinonome-sensei a rather hard time, so she had no time to scold him for his lack of attention. Finally, after he had eaten a small lunch of various soft foods, the boy caught sight of his blond sentoki standing outside of the school gates, waiting for him. Often he found himself wondering why no one seemed to question why a college student loitered outside of an elementary school almost every day, other than Shinonome-sensei. 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 watching the boy and Ritsuka had seemed even more reserved today than normal and Yuiko worried, but she now understood. Whatever had brought his mood down was probably related to the blond in someway (it always seemed that way to her). Soubi would fix whatever it was that troubled Ritsuka; one way or another, he always seemed to. Yuiko knew 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 school ended. The neko-boy 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 that it wasn’t anger - Ritsuka’s ears and the eagerness he showed, making his way to the sentoki, 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 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.
Soubi held back a smirk at Ritsuka’s stubborn will, his absolute unwillingness to show his affection for him, since a smirk 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 passers-by that Soubi was far too happy to see. The stares didn’t bother him - he was far too enthralled by the way Ritsuka’s smaller hand fit so comfortably and warmly in his own, and he marveled at the soft skin. The boy figured it would be better if the older man didn‘t notice; Soubi would only provoke people more by doing something worse, like kissing the boy.
“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. To rationalize (to himself) why he couldn’t meet his sentoki’s eyes, he feigned interest in a bright and almost neon colored display 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 – until the end of the earth, Soubi could and would wait.
“You may have a copy.” Soubi smiled at Ritsuka’s answer and watched as he entered the house, and then he went around the side 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. He turned wide purple eyes to her and managed to dodge the next blow. With a grimace, he dashed upstairs, easily outrunning his mother. He cradled his stinging cheek, rubbing it lightly; he had no doubt there would be a bruise. 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 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.
“Maybe,” Ritsuka said belatedly with a shrug. The blue eyed man nearly dropped the camera in his surprise; he had to fumble with it to make sure it stayed 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. 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 be? Couldn’t I just pull down my pants a bit and my shirt up?” he asked, biting his lip nervously.
“Oh no, it wouldn’t do! You should take off your clothes. It wouldn’t look as good; you just wouldn‘t see it 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. Soubi took the time to tie his blond hair back and out of his face. It wouldn’t do to have anything obstructing his sight.
Soubi pulled the towel down so that ‘Loveless’ was clearly visible. 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, licking 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 scent of the boy’s body greedily as he kissed at the supple milky-skin. Ritsuka was so engrossed in the sensation Soubi was evoking that he didn’t even bother to resist, or rush him along. Eventually, the blond reached 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. “But if you insist on staying, you have to turn around!” Ritsuka exclaimed, 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, but he felt his sentoki’s presence 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, 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 though of the man looking at him. He made short work of drying off and slipping on sleeping pants.
Bending over to retrieve his sleeping shirt, he yelped suddenly, ears standing straight up, as he felt himself pitch backward and Soubi lifted him up off the floor. “Put me down! I can walk! I’m not even done getting dressed!” Ritsuka protested as his arms automatically 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 the 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 oh-so-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’s body, 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 both lulled each other into a peaceful slumber.