Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka, sacrifice
Ritsuka follows him home with one hand on the flap of his book bag the entire time, and Soubi smiles to himself, curious, expectant. Though his Ritsuka is growing up, the boy still embarrasses easily. It could, he cautions himself as he stares down at Ritsuka's ears, be something very minor.
When Soubi unlocks the door to his apartment, Ritsuka follows him inside but hesitates, nervous but determined. Soubi locks the door, throws the bolt, and feels his heart hitch at Ritsuka's crooked smile.
"Soubi." There's a faint tremor in Ritsuka's voice, but otherwise it's steady, firm. "Go into the bedroom, please."
"Of course, Ritsuka." Perhaps it's nothing minor at all. He wonders what Ritsuka's brought for him, tries not to embarrass himself by walking too fast. If he looks too eager, too needy, Ritsuka will worry.
Pausing at the foot of the bed, he waits for orders though his hands itch to find buttons and zips. He shouldn't presume. He is here at Ritsuka's pleasure, though Ritsuka does this for him.
Hearing Ritsuka rummaging through his bag, he closes his eyes with a faint smile. Waiting.
"Soubi?" He opens his eyes to find Ritsuka standing before him, a black drawstring bag clutched in one hand. Whatever's inside has stiff edges, is possibly heavy. "Take your clothes off."
Ritsuka is blushing. Soubi smiles.
"Yes, Ritsuka."
He tries to go slow but not too slow. If he draws it out too long, Ritsuka will go shy; if he strips too quickly, Ritsuka will start asking questions. "Are you sure about this? Did I...has it been that long?" It's always too long to wait, but Ritsuka doesn't need to know that. Soubi's always made it clear that he'd like nothing more than to curl up around his Sacrifice and never let go.
His shirt falls to the floor, and it's all he can do not to steal a glance at Ritsuka's face. He knows the boy's eyes will be wide, avid, but getting caught staring has the power to embarrass Ritsuka even now. It's only as he's stepping out of his pants that he dares to meet Ritsuka's gaze, pleased to see that Ritsuka's eyes are devouring him: a little awed, a lot determined. He hopes Ritsuka will touch him, that he will be allowed to touch Ritsuka.
He is already hard, even before Ritsuka says, "Kneel down."
Dropping to his knees, he looks up at Ritsuka with a strange lack of urgency, content as he has rarely been content in his life. Something in his expression seems to give the boy courage. "Hold out your hands," his Sacrifice says, and Soubi cups his hands and takes the bag Ritsuka drops into them. He doesn't try to open it, though it feels like...no. He's probably wrong. If a weightless hunger floats through him at the thought, it's easily ignorable.
Ritsuka picks apart the tie of the bag and glances at him only once before reaching in to pull out a thick leather collar. It's heavy, black, the ring a solid steel loop. It looks utterly unbreakable.
His cock jumps at the sight, and he tries not to let it show, but he doesn't think he succeeds. Ritsuka smiles at him anyway.
"I'm going to put this on you," Ritsuka says, and Soubi lifts his chin, stretches his neck up, just shy of begging.
Holding Ritsuka's eyes as the collar is fastened around his neck, he swallows deliberately against the leather, grateful for the feel of it. Ritsuka's fingers stroke the line where collar and skin meet, and there's no stifling his moan; it's almost impossible to keep his hands obediently raised, though the mysterious bag is nearly as heavy as before.
He loses the rhythm of his breath when Ritsuka pulls out a pair of wrist cuffs, is more dazed than surprised when Ritsuka empties a long spill of heavy chain into his cupped hands, fixing him with one last searching glance before fastening it on. The links are cold against his chest, fall just to one side of his cock, and his hips want to twist, to rub against that teasing weight. He holds himself still for Ritsuka's sake.
"You look like a Sacrifice," Ritsuka says, shyly admiring his handiwork.
Of course he does. Like Seimei before him, Ritsuka is his god.
And if Ritsuka's eyes ask, "Is this okay? Is this what you need?" it's because he's a kinder god than his brother ever was, and Soubi can't bring himself to regret it.