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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Loveless
  Relationship:
      Agatsuma_Soubi/Aoyagi_Ritsuka
  Character:
      Agatsuma_Soubi, Aoyagi_Ritsuka
  Additional Tags:
      Complete, Anal, Oral_Sex, Male_Homosexuality, Gay_Sex, One_Shot, Yaoi,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Underage_Sex, Older_Man/Younger_Man,
      First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-12-06 Words: 6885
****** Otosu ******
by Shiguresan
Summary
     COMPLETE! Ritsuka barely ecapes another vicious encounter with his
     mother, shutting himself away in his room, on the verge of a break
     down as he finds himself still unable to get over Seimei's death, or
     to accept Soubi's constant confessions of love. When he breaks away
     from his upset state, he sees someone waiting on the balcony...
Notes
     WRITTEN DECEMBER 2006 When I was only 16 so be kind. I've advanced
     much since then...
     Disclaimer: Story and Title are mine...Bleh Bleh Bleh...don't own
     Loveless...Bleh Bleh Bleh...Belongs to Kouga Yun (the legend ^_^)
     Blehdy Blehdy Bleh!
     By the By, if there are Japanese words or phrases used by me in this
     fic that you don't understand, there is a translation of them at the
     end of the story.
Otosu

The boy's heart thudded hard, his chest rising and falling with each rapid
breath he took. Ritsuka Aoyagi felt the ground collide with his rib cage as he
missed the top stair in his urgency to get away. That chuckle that reeked
insanity could be heard from the hall below, and Ritsuka turned slightly,
seeing the figure silhouetted against the moonlight escaping in through the
window. "My Ritsuka..." she breathed manically, "M-My Ritsuka...you're..."
Ritsuka's lilac eyes widened as she slowly ascended the stairs - the deafening
calm before the explosion. "You're...YOU'RE NOT MY RITSUKA!" Ritsuka heaved
himself up off the floor as she flew up the stairs. "YOU'RE NOT RITSUKA!” He
heard her scream as he sped up the hall, tears cascaded from his eyes as those
words cut into him, hurting so much more than anything else she'd thrown at
him, abused him with the last few years. "GIVE MY RITSUKA BACK TO ME!”

"Ritsuka...you know I told you, when Mom's like that to run..." his older
brother's words echoed vaguely in his mind as he heard his mother close behind
him, "...run to my side..."

Seimei, thought Ritsuka, who am I supposed to run to now? He yanked his bedroom
door open and slammed it shut, locking it behind him. Ritsuka stood against the
door, his mother banging on it from the other side.
"GIVE MY RITSUKA BACK TO ME!” Ritsuka slid down the door, sinking to the floor,
his fingers gripping handfuls of his own black hair, as he screamed in
frustration, in anger, in misery.
"I AM RITSUKA!!!" He screamed. The first time he'd screamed back at her,
something snapping inside. "I am Ritsuka...I am! I AM!" A deadly silence fell,
only a moment before she banged on the door again. If Ritsuka hadn't learnt
from years of this, he would have thought she would break the door down. "I am
Ritsuka..." he said aloud to himself, as if he needed the reassurance. "I don't
understand...I...I don't understand who she wants me to be?"
"GET OUT! GET OUT AND GIVE MY RITSUKA BACK TO ME!” Ritsuka winced as she banged
particularly hard on the door, before eventually slinking away. "My Ritsuka..."
she muttered agitatedly, as she slinked away from the door, and back
downstairs.

Ritsuka sighed as the sounds of his mother's presence died away. He was alone.
Alone is best, he thought, at least that way, I can't get hurt...

 The boy ran his fingers over the fresh wound on his left hand. It had taken so
long to heal as it was, and this time she'd had the 'skill' to re-open the same
wound. He had a feeling, a sad empty feeling as he made his way across the
room, opening the first-aid kit with his one good hand, a feeling that if only
his brother were here, he'd be okay. She had never targeted Seimei like she had
him, and although Seimei had never fought back against her, Ritsuka had always
felt safe with him, a feeling that he'd long since forgotten...since Seimei
died...

Ritsuka cleaned and bandaged the wound, getting the hang of doing it himself,
though that was something that also brought out sadness in him. These attacks,
this abuse, that seemed to be growing more frequent, only reminded him of the
fact that his big brother was gone, and that he used to be the one here tending
to the wounds, both physical and psychological, inflicted by their mother.
Ritsuka sighed as he put the first-aid kit away. Sometimes, he thought, after
this, when I run - if I can run, I run here, and I expect to see him...and when
he isn't there, it's like I realise I'm alone all over again... He blinked away
those damn tears, and sat up on the edge of the bed.

His gaze fell upon the cell phone on the bed beside him, and he mentally shook
himself. No, I won't call him; he'll make me worse... "Why...?" he asked
himself aloud, "why does everything have to be so complicated and..." painful,
he finished in his mind.

"I'll kill them - if that if what you wish...I love you, Ritsuka..."

"That stupid adult..." he muttered, resting his head in his hands. "It isn't
love, he just doesn't get that...it isn't love when he's saying it because my
brother ordered him to..." It was upsetting, to think that his brother, who had
been the only person who had loved him the way any child deserved to be, had
been so cruel as to give Soubi orders, to 'treat him like a dog' as he had been
told by those who had no reason to lie. But then, wasn't it Soubi who had
followed the orders, and willingly? Even when Seimei, Beloved, was dead, he had
loyally obeyed perhaps what was Seimei's final order, and come to Ritsuka and
loved him. Perhaps not in the way that his older brother had intended, but
Soubi had done it, nonetheless. Heartless? How could he think that of his
brother? Who had always done everything in his power to look after him,
besides, he thought, I'm supposed to be Loveless...

 The name seemed to fit him perfectly, his father might just as well be a
figment of his imagination, his brother was dead, his mother was bent on
killing him, didn't even recognize him as her son, and the only person that
loved him, was that damn adult Soubi, that earless pervert who only loved him
under an order. Yes, Aniki, I am loveless...

 Suddenly he heard something outside on the landing, and he rushed to the door,
pressing his ear against it. He heard noises, and knew his mother must be
cleaning up the blood he'd left on the stairs. He relaxed, sitting on the floor
by the door for a moment. Seimei, she doesn't even know who I am, and she's the
only person I have left! A shadow cast over the floor of his bedroom, the
moonlight eclipsed by the all too familiar silhouette out on his balcony. Well,
not the only one...

 The boy got to his feet, standing in front of the doors for a moment. I wonder
what he'd do if one of these days I didn't let him in? Huh, probably just stand
there until I did, damn perverted adult! He opened the door, and Soubi smiled
warmly at him.
"Ritsuka, why were you sitting on the floor?" he asked casually, with a
carefree tone that Ritsuka couldn't ever remember having, though which he could
remember Seimei occasionally displaying.
"Never mind, what are you doing here?" Ritsuka asked, rather harsher than he'd
intended. Again, that trademark smile shone warmly on him, and to his
annoyance, it made his heart lift slightly.
"I wanted to see you, Ritsuka," the blond replied simply.
"Feh, nonsense, you came because you feel you have to..." Soubi's face remained
the same.
"How so?"
"You're here because of my brother told you to, that’s why! And that's
why...you're presence, you're love...it means nothing to me?!" he screamed.
Soubi watched him, his façade unchanged, unaffected by Ritsuka's harsh words.
"You're not my friend, you mean nothing to me! So get out of my life!" Soubi
approached him slightly.
"You're life - which is so full of joy and love?" said Soubi without
expression, but Ritsuka could tell he meant it sarcastically. "Though it is,
and always has been your orders to leave you alone, it was Seimei's orders to
do the exact opposite...and first and foremost, though Seimei was murdered, I
hold to that order..." Ritsuka sneered.
"There you go again! Stop being someone else's dog and be a person!"

Once again, the words seemed to merely bounce off of Soubi, and made no dent in
his exterior.
"Such strong words, full of such hate for such a young person-"
"Soubi! Stop it!" shouted Ritsuka, as Soubi touched his face lightly, with a
tenderness and love he'd only ever remembered feeling from one person.
"Whether a dog or a person, I love you, Ritsuka."
"Stop it!" yelled the boy, swatting Soubi's hand away. "Stop it! STOP IT! The
words don't mean anything, not when they come from you-"
"Why, Ritsuka?"
"Because Seimei told you to!" Soubi watched him as he stared up at him with
furious, glassy, amethyst orbs. "I don't want it! If you love me only because
Seimei told you to, then I don't want you to love me at all!"
"Ritsuka-"
"Shut up!" As usual, the Fighter obeyed his master's order. "If there is any
part of you...that loves me because you want to, then tell me so!"
"Is that an order?" said Soubi calmly, "Are you ordering me to love you because
I want to?"
"No!" screamed Ritsuka, ripping at his hair in frustration. Why couldn't Soubi
understand? "No...stop it...stop messing up my mind..."
"Ritsuka?" asked Soubi with concern.

Ritsuka looked up at him then, eyes glassy, and his voice broken and ragged as
he spoke.
"This - is an order, Soubi," he said huskily, and Soubi looked down at him
silently. "You are only allowed to say 'I love you'...if you mean it, from the
bottom of your heart, and my brother's orders didn't create it..." Soubi stared
down at him with brilliant azure eyes, and it was the first time in years that
anyone had looked at him in such a way. With such understanding
and...affection...

A long silence fell between the two, the insane woman outside the bedroom door
screaming her head off, but they ignored her, she would go soon, when she
realised her Ritsuka wouldn't - couldn't answer. Ritsuka stared up at the
adult, waiting for him to say it, even though he'd insisted all this time, that
Soubi's affections towards him were nothing but his brother's creation. A
sudden realisation caused Ritsuka to turn away from him.
"I..." Ritsuka's eyes widened in apprehension. "I Love you, Ritsuka."

Within that moment, Ritsuka found himself turning to face him, his hands
clinging to his jacket tightly. Soubi looked down at him in confusion as he
noted the tears falling from those amethyst eyes. "Ritsuka?"
"Y-You promise?" asked Ritsuka quietly, so that if his mother hadn't stopped
her noise, Soubi wouldn't have been able to hear him. Soubi smiled at the boy's
craving, his desperation to be loved. "So desu ka?" asked Ritsuka, as if
needing absolute assurance. Soubi smiled at him, stroking the black ears atop
his head softly.
"Daisuki, zutto, Ritsuka..."

It became clear to Soubi then that that was what Ritsuka had been waiting for,
for so long. Someone to tell him he was loved, truly and completely.

"Soubi..." he whimpered into the blond's shirt, "say it again..." Soubi smiled,
curving his arm round the small frame of the younger boy.
"Daisuki..." A teary but sincere smile from the boy, like one he hadn't seen
before, shone on his face, and it made the blond feel warm inside. Though
usually wearing an impassive expression, Soubi couldn't stop his eyes widening
as Ritsuka stood up on tiptoes to snake his arms round his neck. Ritsuka
nuzzled his face against the nook of the Fighter's pale, slender neck, and he
made a soft sigh of contentment, for once not at all minding the faint scent of
tobacco that clung to his clothes and long tresses of blond hair. The adult
smiled, brushing aside the boy's dark bangs to look into those amethyst eyes.
Ritsuka blushed as Soubi wrapped his arms round the boy's lithe waist, drawing
him up into a kiss.

It wasn't like the first time he'd done it. Oh, how different things were now,
to that first, clumsy kiss he'd received off the Fighter that day in the park,
more than two years ago now. This was more like the second or third time,
finding himself losing control and falling completely into the soft lips
crushed against his own. Not able to resist the temptation, Soubi opened his
eyes slightly, seeing a dark blush ride across the bridge of the boy's nose
with his eyes closed. Soubi grinned against Ritsuka's mouth, pulling back
slightly to allow the boy to breathe. So flustered over such an innocent
maneuver, he thought, running his long fingers up the boy's side to rest on his
face, cupping his cheek gently as he pulled him back into the embrace. He'll
soon learn...

 Ritsuka started slightly as he felt Soubi's tongue touch lightly at his bottom
lip. Lacking in experience, unlike the earless adult, it seemed it had already
been decided that Ritsuka would have to let his controlling nature slide
slightly, at least if things were going the way Soubi seemed to think they
would. At the moment, Ritsuka didn't have the time to think about any step to
come after the one happening right now, which was the boy's first passionate
kiss. Soubi could sense Ritsuka's awkwardness, running his tongue over his
trembling lips. Not really sure what to do, yet so eager to please, the black-
haired boy opened his mouth slightly in submissiveness. The nervous Ritsuka
didn't know whether Soubi wanted him to respond to the soft touches and
explorations of his mouth, but as Soubi touched his own inactive tongue, he
decided to try it.

The fighter couldn't deny his surprise as the boy responded, returning the
tentative touches with his own. Ritsuka felt the exploration of his mouth
deepen as Soubi leant down a little to meet him, taking the pressure off his
toes. The boy moaned slightly against those overpowering lips as the foreign
tongue delicately passed over his own, and he was a little agitated with the
sudden heat that was pooling downwards. Ritsuka gasped against the dominant
mouth as he felt Soubi nip the tip of his tongue gently, and as he was released
for air, he couldn't help but think it was a reminder of a past conversation.

"Because when you use your tongue, sometimes you bite or it's bitten."

 The boy had seemed quite offended and grossed out then at the suggestion, but
right now, he had to agree with Soubi's reply to his disgust. It feels kind of
nice...

 He didn't know what it was about certain events that caused him to remember
certain points in time, but he'd always been obsessed with memories, as if the
time he spent with the people he cared about would slip away completely from
his mind. Just like the person that he used to be, the Ritsuka that made his
mother happy...the Ritsuka that his mother loved...

The boy was snapped out of his train of thought as he felt Soubi's kisses drop
down his jaw line, nipping a trail down the side of his neck.
“Soubi…I…” As if to silence him, the blond brought his tongue to run over the
pulse racing under the skin of Ritsuka’s neck, making the boy gasp and cling to
him more than ever.

Ritsuka shuddered slightly; as he felt cold hands intrude inside his shirt to
touch his warm chest, undoing the shirt slowly. “S-Soubi?” he stuttered,
receiving no reply. Long, pale fingers ghosted over the smooth expanse of skin,
and he shivered again. “S-Soubi stop!” he gasped out finally, the taller figure
stopping and looking down at him with lust-filled eyes into those oblivious
virgin ones.

“A-Are you…” he paused a moment, trying to regain his voice, “Are you going to
make my ears fall off?” he asked meekly. Soubi brushed his black hair away from
his neck, running his fingers loosely round the fresh love bite there.
“Are you scared?” he asked, not answering the question.
“No,” he replied indignantly, and a little too quickly. “Answer the question
you perverted adult!” he insisted, a furious blush suffusing his face with
colour.

“Yes,” he replied after a short silence, “is that okay?” Not really knowing how
to answer that question, Ritsuka edged backwards slightly, lowering himself
onto the bed in his answer. Soubi couldn’t stop a slight smile shining through
as he watched the boy look up at him awkwardly. Ritsuka couldn’t help but feel
slightly uneasy as Soubi brought himself to the edge of the bed, kneeling over
Ritsuka’s hips.

Finally, the shirt slid free of his shoulders, falling to the floor, and he was
slightly hurt as he saw a frown cross the Fighter’s features. “Ritsuka?” he
asked, running those pallid fingers over the black-and-blue bruising over the
boy’s chest. Ritsuka winced slightly, suddenly remembering his crushing
collision with the stairs. “Who did this to you?” Ritsuka shook his head,
edging back against the head of the bed, avoiding Soubi’s eyes.
“I fell is all. I’m fine.” He didn’t rightly know who Soubi was accusing
exactly; all he knew is that he was none-too-pleased with the blemish over his
chest. It was only then, with the shirt off that, Soubi managed to notice the
bandage wrapped round his hand. He eyed it incredulously, but didn’t ask the
question, he didn’t need to.

Ritsuka purposefully avoided his eyes. Hadn’t Seimei ever told Soubi about
their mother? Was Soubi completely unaware that the constant injuries he
sported were inflicted by his own mother? He was wrong of course; Soubi knew
exactly where the injuries had come from. Ritsuka inhaled shakily as Soubi ran
soothing passes of his tongue and mouth over the black-and-blue blemish.
Distracted by a tanned nub, Soubi leisurely ran his tongue across, flicking it
gently over a nipple. “Nngh…Soubi!” he gasped breathlessly, snatching up
handfuls of blond hair in his eagerness to show his appreciation.

Soubi assaulted the creamy skin that characterized the boy’s youthful but well-
defined and otherwise slightly bruised torso. Ritsuka had always learnt that
one pain would cause him to forget another, but in this case the wonderful and
totally new sensations that the older man was giving him, were the distraction
from the aching of the dark bruising. Long fingers traced every curve to his
form, pale lips passing over the nub, alternating with his tongue, moving back
up, his teeth softly grating over the submissive boy’s collarbone, smoothing
the marks made by is teeth with is tongue, working it’s way gently back down
his blemished sternum.

Ritsuka gasped again as a tongue traced the tanned tip, making him crazy with
the gyrations, Soubi finally taking the erogenous area into his mouth. The boy
whimpered, tossing his head to the side as teeth scraped back-and-forth over
the sensitive tip. Ritsuka's pulse and breathing quickened in prospect of what
Soubi's was doing, his kisses falling ever lower, gently tracing around his
navel, sinking his tongue into his bellybutton. Ritsuka hissed slightly in
pleasure at the tickling sensation. He was brought back down to earth by Soubi
tugging sharply on his pants, bringing them down along with his boxers, yanking
them completely off. Ritsuka squirmed, curling up with a flushed complexion in
his realisation of his sudden nudity.

"Soubi no..." he whimpered, covering himself. Soubi looked up at him.
"What's wrong, Ritsuka?" he asked, Ritsuka stayed silent a moment. Perverted
adult! Why does he put my name at the end of every sentence, as if I need
assuring that he's speaking to me! Dirty Soubi, Dirty Soubi...

 "I...I don't want you to see..." Soubi smiled warmly, as a person would to a
child who couldn't tie their shoes or something.
"Why?" asked Soubi quietly.
"Because...because it's embarrassing," he whimpered, ears lying flat against
his skull. Soubi didn't answer, he took Ritsuka's hands in his, kissing them
softly. Ritsuka's ears perked slightly, watching the blond placing him with
gentle kisses, not noticing that his hands were slowly being drawn away and
that he was relaxing back against the sheets once more.

"Ano...Soubi?" asked Ritsuka as the blond took in his appearance. Soubi met his
eyes. "I - never mind..." Soubi smiled again, the boy was so timid and
virtuous, but he'd soon change that. Soubi sat back slightly, stripping himself
of his shirt and coat. Ritsuka watched the well-defined muscles of Soubi's
torso reveal themselves, eyeing him with a certain curiosity that he couldn't
stop Soubi noticing. Soubi smiled again, it was to be expected, after all he
probably hadn't seen so much of someone that much older than him. Ritsuka was
still watching him as he leant down to place a kiss under the neko-eared boy's
navel. Pressing his mouth against the smooth skin of the lower front of the
boy's hipbone, Soubi encircled the Ritsuka's semi-hardness; Ritsuka covered his
eyes, moaning loudly as Soubi teased the head of the hardening gland with
tender touches.

Soubi looked up at the younger male, making a content sound as he noted the
flushed complexion, amethyst eyes half-lidded with passion and his ears lying
flat against his soft ebony hair once more as he gasped for air. Liking this
look on the boy he let his fingers reach further down, running down along the
underside of the organ and cupping the tightening sacks, massaging the
sensitive, virginal flesh, making the boy shiver with anticipation of his
approaching orgasm. Soubi's pleasure in watching the boy caused his breathing
to quicken, breathing raggedly over the engorged organ. "S-Soubi, please...no
one's…ever..." incoherent sentences reached the blond's ears as he blew over
the boy's member.

Ritsuka tossed his head to the side, chewing on his fingers to silence his
cries of pleasure, his legs widened and hips snapping up, seeking more pressure
from those wandering, talented fingers. Soubi's hand stroked the sensitive
shaft, Ritsuka's hips dancing under his attentions as he manipulated the
erection, coming back up to trace along the slit before continuing the
torturous pace, pumping him faster than before. Ritsuka shuddered, a heat
exploding inside his belly, and his hips snapping up as he climaxed.

Soubi released the softening member, gliding up to Ritsuka's level and placing
the breathless boy with affectionate kisses. Ritsuka traced the older man's
muscles with finesse, opening his mouth slightly, allowing the kisses to
deepen, the blond's hair cascading over his shoulders and drawing a curtain
around their faces. The two gasped for air as they broke apart, looking at each
other, deep azure meeting with brilliant amethyst and they both knew one of
them must break the silence and make the first advance on the next step. Soubi,
being earless and having the experience Ritsuka didn't, moved back in, his lips
ghosting over the boy's.
"Are you sure it's okay if it happens now?" Soubi breathed, he'd said he
wouldn't do it until Ritsuka was a little older, but he didn't know if two
extra years was older enough for the boy. Ritsuka didn't now how to reply, and
simply nodded, leaning forwards to steal another chaste kiss.

Soubi pulled back slightly, pushing Ritsuka's silky legs wider apart. Looking
at the boy he realised he didn't have anything to act as lubricant, and it
worried him slightly. Ritsuka looked at him in confusion; hurtfulness lingering
behind the amethyst orbs.
"S-Soubi?" he asked, "Is something...do I displease you?" Soubi's eyes widened.
"Of course not, don't ever think that," he replied, not wearing his usual
monotone. "I...do you have anything to-" he broke off, leaning across the boy
and widening the drawer that was left open so that he had noticed something
inside it. Sitting back, he eyed the lotion and then Ritsuka.
"Perverted adult! Don't think like that, you have to look after your skin you
know!" Soubi smiled; about to show Ritsuka a totally different use of the stuff
he'd kept in the drawer.

Coating is fingers in the lotion Soubi used the lotion free hand to touch
Ritsuka's cheek, softly sliding the lubed fingers into the boy's entrance.
Ritsuka flinched in pain and looked at him questioningly, a little naive of
what was to happen. "Soubi what’re you doing?" Sliding in a second lubed finger
Soubi slowly stretched him, making the boy panic at the pain. He wasn't so sure
he wanted this after all. "S-Soubi, what're you - stop!" he screamed as he felt
now three fingers violating his untainted entrance.

Soubi pulled back, looking at Ritsuka carefully.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said softly, "you don't
have to lose your ears until your ready." Ritsuka inhaled, he wasn't sure he
wanted to lose them at all. He liked having them, and his tail, and was
confused; debating whether or not to ever go through with this, especially
since it had to hurt twice as much as just Soubi's fingers. Looking into those
azure eyes, so full of concern and compassion, it made him want this all over
again. His decision, that he’d experienced pain from so many people, some from
people who hated him, some from people that loved him. Pain was negligible, and
if it was for Soubi, he didn't mind losing his ears as much, and found that all
he could do was smile at the blond in response to the concern.
"It’s okay," he said meekly, then watching Soubi lather the lotion over his
arousal. "But," interjected the boy as Soubi's member leant against his
entrance, "please don't hurt me too much..." Soubi smiled, kissing the end of
his nose, before moving against him.

Ritsuka seized the blond's forearms that were placed either side of him,
sinking his nails unknowingly into the flesh as he screamed out in agony. He
felt the burn of Soubi moving deeper inside him, he felt himself being
stretched again, Soubi's erection a lot more substantial than his fingers.
"Try to relax your muscles, okay?" Soubi breathed in his ear, and Ritsuka
nodded, so eager to please the Fighter who had always done everything to please
him.
"S-Soubi it hurts...I don't like it, it hurts...” he hissed in pain, blood
seeping from the small punctures in Soubi's skin he'd made. Soubi blinked,
continuing. He hadn't received the order to stop. The older pushed the
younger's legs back slightly, getting a better angle to continue from.

Ritsuka screamed as he felt his inside's tear, Soubi finally fully inside him
now and he was regretting it almost completely. "It really really hurts..." he
whimpered, glad for the delicate kisses placed all over his face. Soubi crooned
against the boy's soft hair, stroking it comfortingly, waiting a moment.
Ritsuka sobbed into the blond's chest, the pain unlike anything he'd suffered
before, he was sure something like this shouldn't have hurt this much. Soubi
kissed the side of his neck, breathing his name against the side of his throat.

Soubi leant back, so that Ritsuka was straddling his hips, the boy winced with
the movement, placing his hands on the Fighter's chest for support. "Soubi?" he
asked. Soubi rested is hands on the boy's hips and smiled up at him.
"Move when you're ready." Ritsuka didn't really like the dominant position, he
felt too under control, and for a person who didn't know what to do he was
anxious and timid about any movement, the pain in his entrance not helping any.
Embarrassed about the silence, Ritsuka lifted himself up slightly, bringing
himself back down again, wincing in the pain. Soubi's hands on his hips helped
him move up and down slowly, the pain ebbing away gradually as he moved his
hips experimentally in slow gyrations. Realising the smaller frame was no
longer agonized by the invasion; Soubi regained the dominant position, laying
Ritsuka back down on the bed.

Ritsuka's breath hitched as Soubi moved faster, and deeper inside him. The boy
clenched his inner muscles, making the older male moan. Ritsuka gasped with the
sudden lunge into his body, his prostrate found with that sharp movement and a
heat exploding in his stomach and spreading all over his body. Ritsuka's legs
widened as Soubi moved faster, those familiar fingers enclosing around his
length once more, jerking on him with the same pace as the movements in his
ass. The quivering, submissive form trembled with spasms as Soubi slammed into
the tight entrance repeatedly, each time rousing a part whimper, part moan from
the body underneath him. The hand on the boy's erection worked the dribble of
pre-emission up and down the sensitive underside, the member bobbing slightly
with every movement in him, the boy pounding his ass against Soubi's hips.

Ritsuka's back arched harshly, crying his pleasure out to the world as he spilt
his seed over his stomach. Mere moments after his climax, Ritsuka felt the
member inside him throb as it plunged back inside him a final time, spilling
Soubi's essence deep inside him before collapsing on top of him. It felt
strange, but good nonetheless, having Soubi come inside of him, and his breath
seemed to take it's time returning to him as he spiralled back down from his
orgasm.

Soubi withdrew and rolled off him, leaving Ritsuka feeling quite cool without
the body heat over him. He felt Soubi lay on the bed beside him, and he turned
to rest his head in the crook of the man's neck. Limbs weak their breathing
steadied, Ritsuka listening to the Fighter's heartbeat inside his chest,
feeling the blond embrace him tightly, kissing him on the forehead. The
Sacrifice nuzzled against Soubi's neck, "I...I love you..." said Ritsuka
quietly, ears flicked to the side as Soubi stroked them lovingly until he heard
the breathing of his lover deepen in sleep. Soubi smiled with exhaustion and
happiness, petting the boy's ears, pondering the thought that they wouldn't be
there much longer.
                                      ***
The beautiful sunrise, light bleached with tones of pinks and oranges, cast
through the glass of the windows, spilling over the two wrapped in each other’s
embrace. Soubi watched the breathtaking sight of the first of the sun’s rays
playing across the ebony hair and pale skin. The Fighter stroked the strands of
dark hair from the sleeping boy’s face and smiled as the form inhaled deeply,
snuggling closer against him. It felt strange, looking on the earless boy,
sadness overcome slightly by the lingering euphoria of the aftermath of their
lovemaking. He felt a ping of guilt, at doing it so soon, but was happy
nonetheless.

The boy let out a small sigh, stretching slightly as his eyelids fluttered
open. As if only just remembering why Soubi was in his bed, the slight frown of
confusion faded into a blithe smile. Soubi smiled again, finding more and more
reasons to, as the boy rested his head on his collarbone, tracing ornate
patterns with his fingers over his chest.
“Sweet dreams?” he asked. Ritsuka nodded, mewling slightly with bliss as Soubi
placed a kiss on his forehead. “How do you feel?” Ritsuka looked up at him, his
lips ghosting over the man’s chin.
“A little sore,” he murmured truthfully, “but…good…” Soubi ran his hands down
the smooth skin of Ritsuka’s back, pulling him further against him, delighting
in the endearing attractiveness that was suddenly so childlike and pure, which
was ironic since he technically wasn’t innocent anymore. However, if nothing
else, the adultness that was far too advanced for a child of his age was gone,
he was smiling and purring slightly in a way that Soubi hadn’t seen since he’d
known him.

“It doesn’t hurt too much does it?” asked Soubi, Ritsuka shook his head,
bathing in the Fighter’s warmth. He was glad for once of his internal clock
waking him early, he enjoyed relaxing in the covers before having to get up,
but he knew he had school, and he’d best not miss it or his teacher and that
blasted Yuiko girl would have hissy fits. “I love you, Ritsuka.” Ritsuka
smiled, blushing slightly at the chaste kiss pressed on his pink lips.
“I love you too,” he replied hesitantly, feeling a little embarrassed for
saying it.

He knew every well of the time that was slipping past him, and the hours that
seemed as moments, to the couple flew past, so fast that Ritsuka ignored the
alarm clock, until he knew he was going to be late for school. Soubi smiled,
watching the back of the boy as he got out of bed, hurrying about getting
ready. Ritsuka flushed as he returned from the bathroom, having washed the
smell of sex from his body, hastily pulling on his school clothes, noticing the
adult was watching him. “Perverted adult…” he said with a slight smirk and
Soubi sat up. “What?” he asked, impatient with the stares. Soubi shook his
head, smiling. Ritsuka sat down quickly, trying to tame his hair as he pulled
his socks on. He winced as he sat down, starting to rethink his answer. It hurt
a little more than he’d first thought. Never mind, he thought sarcastically,
I’ll just have to avoid sitting, laying, standing and any other form of
position or movement…

 As he ran the comb through his hair, Ritsuka realised that his ears no longer
got caught by the comb. His heart jolted a moment, not having realised in his
rush, but now that he stood up, looking in the mirror, his ears, and his tail
were gone. He felt saddened, it had been something stupid that he had taken for
granted, but he had liked having them, and now that they were gone, he missed
them slightly. Ritsuka blinked away the forming tears, determined not to be a
crybaby. After all, it was only one downside to the best experience in his
life.

The boy hadn’t noticed Soubi get up, only brought back down to earth as Soubi
wiped away the escaped tears.
“Ritsuka?” he asked.
“I’m fine, don’t worry so much, damn adult…” Soubi smiled slightly, feeling bad
all of a sudden, that Ritsuka had lost his ears and tail. He knew he would be
upset about it, but he hadn’t expected him to be this upset. It was shock more
than anything, he supposed.

Ritsuka’s back straightened with surprise as Soubi drew the half dressed boy up
into a kiss, tilting his chin up slightly to brush his tongue over the soft
lips. Ritsuka moaned against him, opening his mouth slightly to allow the
dominating tongue to lightly touch his, destroying any remainder of
embarrassment or resistance, along with any sadness. He had lost his ears and
his tail, but he’d gained so much more, and for that, he was grateful. Soubi
broke away from him, locking gazes, saying more than any words could say.
Ritsuka broke the heavy mood, patting Soubi’s head playfully, a bright smile
plastered on his face. “Thanks but I have school you know.” Soubi smiled,
pulling away and stepping back as Ritsuka snatched up his shoes and pulled them
on as he opened the door.

“You better get out of here Soubi,” said Ritsuka, his normal attitude
returning. Ritsuka dashed out the room, popping his head back in. “And make the
bed before you leave, since you did help make the mess.” Soubi smiled as his
head popped back round the door the second time. “And don’t you dare wait for
me outside the school today and embarrass me.” Soubi smirked as he set about
making the bed, having a feeling that that last order was actually him asking
Soubi to come to the school and embarrass him. He was glad, that the boy
retained his usual stubbornness, and that he hadn’t changed all that much. If
nothing else, he didn’t think Ritsuka would pull away when he kissed him, (at
least not all the time), or tell him to shut up when he said he loved him. He
couldn’t wait in fact, to see how Ritsuka would handle his affections in
public. A mischievous grin crossed his features when he thought how his teacher
and that pink-haired menace would react to the boy losing his ears. If they
hadn’t thought he was a pervert before, they certainly would now…

Ritsuka sighed as he walked briskly down the stairs, not noticing the now faint
stains of his own blood of the night before, as he took the stairs two at a
time. The elated feeling he had from waking up in Soubi's arms this morning,
and the feeling he got from the events of last night, had still not left him,
and Ritsuka could tell, as he started a rush to get to school, that the feeling
and that silly smile would not leave him for at least the next few weeks. He
was loved, and nothing could take him back to that dark place he used to be,
that dark place that Soubi had rescued him from, mere hours ago. Nothing would
take him back there.

"Ritsuka?" He froze, as he heard his mother's, unusually calm voice. Then
again, he guessed that maybe there was one person who had the power to bring
him down.
"Mom?" he asked warily, ready to bolt out of the door at any slight sign of her
snapping. Something happened then, that made his eyes widen with shock,
something he couldn't remember ever happening. The woman smiled at him as he
turned to face her. She reached forward, and he recoiled nervously. She looked
at him as if she didn't know why.
"Ritsuka?" she asked with innocent confusion. No, he wouldn't allow himself to
fall for it, only to be crushed the minute she hit him afterwards, This act was
a frequent one of hers, and he wouldn't allow himself to be drawn in by the
love he so desperately craved off of her, not when it would be snatched away
moments after. She touched his face lightly, a confused look coming over her
face as she did so. Ritsuka had worry crossing his features at this look,
especially as she reached and stroked his hair, where his ears should have
been!

"Ritsuka?" she asked again, and he nodded slowly, unsure of why she kept asking
him his name. To his confusion, a brilliant smile graced her features as she
noted the glow to his complexion that Soubi's touch had left. "Y-You're my
Ritsuka." His eyes widened, and his heart soared, it wasn't a question, it was
a statement that she seemed to finally believe in. Tears poured down from his
eyes, but his smile shone through nevertheless.
"Mommy?" he asked childishly, and she cocked her head slightly, as if she
didn't understand why he was crying.
"You're my Ritsuka," she said again with a heart-warming smile, as Ritsuka
allowed her to pull him to her in a hug. Ritsuka nuzzled against her hair, not
having been held by her for so long, and he didn't want to let her go, in case
this was a dream. "Ritsuka? Aren't you going to miss school?" He pulled away
then, and smiled.
"Yeah, I'll be back later Mom," he said rushing out the door, but taking a
moment to stop in the doorway, and look back at her. The smile and wave he
received told him it wasn't his imagination; he had his mother back, at last.
"Ritsuka is something wrong?" she asked, and Ritsuka smiled, shaking his head,
and blinking away his tears of joy.
"No I just...I love you, Mom." She smiled.
"I love you too, Ritsuka."

Ritsuka really had to rush now, he had two minutes before school started, and
yet he wasn't worried. He didn't know how, but he knew that somehow this was
because of Soubi. He looked up at the clear blue sky, bathing his face in the
sunlight as he sped along the pavement. He had lost his ears to Soubi. The
light that burned so brightly in him back in the past, now burned brighter than
ever, and that was because of Soubi, and he was sure, that it was because of
this inner light, that his mother could recognize him again. Seimei, he
thought, the first time he hadn't felt sad at the thought or mention of his
brother's name, the Ritsuka she claimed I wasn't before, is this happy, bright
person that I am now...I can smile, I can laugh, I can do anything...because of
Soubi...

The boy stopped at the entrance to the school, and looked up at the sky once
more, truly believing that that’s where his brother was, and that he was
watching him as he lingered in that gateway, silently speaking to him. He felt
compelled to smile now, he felt compelled to be the happiest he'd ever been,
and he couldn't stop himself if he tried. So Seimei, he said mentally to his
brother, smiling warmly, thank you, for giving me this final gift. Thank you,
for sending Soubi to me. With these final words to his brother, Ritsuka dashed
across the grounds towards the school, a warmth shining down on his life that
he hadn't had felt before in his life. Loveless was loved.


~Owari~
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A/N: The title of this story is because of the Japanese version of Loveless
Episode 01, when Soubi says: "Otosu" and Ritsuka takes that to mean that Soubi
will make his ears fall off.

Translations:

Nani - What
Owari - The End
Aniki - Big Brother
So desu ka? - Really?
Daisuki - Love you
Zutto - Forever
Neko - Cat
Ano - Ummm (Hesitant noise before speech)
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