A Twisted Triangle

Author's Note: Finally, a new chapter! Things are really running slow around here because of the holidays, so I apologize for the wait! I'm working on a new chapter now, which will hopefully be up within the week. You guys know the drill - Review, and chapters will come. Review, and chapters will come...

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Luke-warm water felt scalding hot on his skin, Soubi found as he stepped into his shower, planning on a quick shampoo and rinse before he headed off to bed. Darkness reigned in the streets outside his apartment building; the sun had set, the moon had risen, and the streetlights had flickered to life, all on his walk home from Ritsuka’s street. The weather was beginning to chill - Autumn had officially begun. Autumn was Soubi’s favorite season; the air was crisp and perfect for sitting out in the park with his sketchpad, and there were always so many things to draw. The world came to life for Soubi in the autumn.

Sighing with mild content as the water cascaded down his pale skin, Soubi closed his eyes and ran both hands back through his long, blond hair, leaning his head back underneath the flow of the showerhead. As he washed his hair, Soubi hoped idly that Ritsuka was alright. He hadn’t received a text or anything tonight, was that a bad sign? Soubi didn’t know this time around. He could never tell how Misaki was going to behave.

Soubi was worried. However, he decided that no news was better than bad news and set it on the back burner for the moment.

Still…

It would have been a great shame if Ritsuka was left with another scar to bear by the end of the night. Damn it all. The kid was already forced to wear a handful of bandages on the daily - did he really need more? Ritsuka had beautiful skin; soft, supple, flawless save for those scars. The presence of the scars didn’t bother Soubi, however, what irked him was the fact that someone had purposely inflicted them upon Ritsuka, that someone had purposely set out to damage that perfect skin.

Yes, Ritsuka had perfect skin… Perfect skin set atop a perfect teenaged body. Ritsuka didn’t have an ounce of unnecessary weight on him, Soubi could pick him up with one arm, should he have chosen!

Those weren’t even half of Ritsuka’s positive physical attributes.

Strands of silken black hair fell from Ritsuka’s head in slightly choppy waves and layers, adding volume to his mane and complimenting the shape of his face as well as his skin tone, and set behind raven bangs were the most beautiful eyes Soubi had ever seen. Even Seimei’s violets couldn’t compare to Ritsuka’s; Ritsuka’s eyes had far more depth and an innate sort of understanding, unwitting maturity and pure innocence. Soft skin, a beautifully lithe frame, a personality which baffled and entranced all at once…

Soubi worshipped Ritsuka in ways he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. It was a little… scary just how dear he held the teenager, but that was just how it was. As he leaned back against the wall of his shower, let out a breath and opened up his eyes, Soubi finally came to terms with just how much of an impact thinking of the young Ritsuka had on him. It hadn’t been intentional, but thinking of the little neko had Soubi rather…

Aroused.

Soubi’s brow furrowed and he bit at the inside of his cheek in frustration. Damn it all. His situation was distressing enough without having to deal with the fact that an underage kitten had unknowingly turned him on! Groaning with agitation, Soubi shut his eyes and hit the back of his head lightly to the tile behind him.

It was only natural to have such urges, right? It didn’t necessarily mean that he was a pervert or any such… It just meant he was human. Oh, how Soubi hoped he was right…

A few more minutes of ignoring his desire had the blond aching for relief. At that point, he couldn’t have possibly cared less as to what those thoughts meant at all. The only thought running through his mind now was: He’s beautiful.

Taking in one deep, calming breath to get himself started, Soubi ran one hand down from his long blond hair, the flaxen strands dripping, further soaking his skin. Nimble fingers grazed over his neck and collarbone, but only slightly did they make contact; the barely-there touch drove him absolutely mad, and that was exactly what he was going for this time around. Soubi’s breathing deepened slightly as the pads of his fingers reached his left nipple, circling the tender nub, causing it to harden beneath his touch. Mild jolts of pleasure ran through his chest, up his neck, then made a quick trek down to his throbbing erection, pulling a soft moan from Soubi’s throat.

It wasn’t often Soubi pleasured himself, but this was called for.

With one hand teasing his nipple unmercifully, the other slid down Soubi’s chest to his rock-hard abdomen, the latter heaving with each deep breath. A broad palm feathered over his prominent hipbone, ran down his thigh and then up again, purposely avoiding the painfully aching desire throbbing due just northeast. Soubi teased and tortured himself purposely; his overall pleasure was heightened this way. Besides that, the best way to go about this was with the perfect image, and only the perfect image, as fuel for the raging fire.

Soubi’s head lulled back against the shower wall, baring his throat for the stream of hot water to pelt. The heat of the water penetrated his skin, heated his blood, further driving his desire. With his eyes closed and his senses heightened, Soubi pictured his little kitten, his Ritsuka…

Soubi could just see it; Ritsuka as he had been before, lying in Soubi’s lap, curled up so contentedly. Ritsuka was so beautiful when he slept, unaware, and just so peaceful. His chest heaved gently with each soft inhale, and then again as he exhaled, warm breath caressing Soubi’s arm, causing him to shiver. Silken strands of pitch black hair grazed Soubi’s hand as the neko shifted in his slumber, searching for a more comfortable position. Soubi took the opportunity to hold him more intimately; he laid down upon the floor, and Ritsuka squirmed and wiggled until he found a place to lay - right atop Soubi’s chest.

Oh, God, this was unbearable.

Unconsciously, Soubi groaned into the humid bathroom air. He could almost feel Ritsuka’s weight (or lack thereof) against him, he could almost feel Ritsuka’s warm body pressed against his own…

In Soubi’s fantasy, Ritsuka began to stir from his sleep. Violet eyes opened, assessed his situation, then flushed a violent shade of red, to which Soubi responded with a gentle smile of reassurance, a smile to put him at ease, to let him know it was okay. Ritsuka settled down then, and smiled in kind, laying down contentedly and purring as he nuzzled Soubi’s chest.

That purring… It was so trivial in real life, but in Soubi’s current state of mind, it was the most erotic thing in the world. Ritsuka’s throat vibrated with the feline sound and his chest was soon to follow, creating a pleasant sort of tingle against Soubi’s skin. Soubi raised his hands then, gingerly grasping Ritsuka’s small, feminine back. Ritsuka whimpered slightly, nervous at their new degree of intimacy, but made no attempt to move. Soubi smiled again. Then, when Ritsuka’s eyes met Soubi’s own, Soubi moved in for a kiss.

Those lips were sinfully soft to the touch, Soubi imagined. Soft, pliable, so tender to the touch and so sensitive; Ritsuka moaned into Soubi’s mouth within the first few seconds of contact. Soubi’s pelvis stirred at the stimulation and Soubi, responsive as ever, sighed with desire.

Only then did Soubi bring himself some degree of relief. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his aching erection, stroking only once. He hissed, moaned, then breathed in deep. He was so sensitive now; just the thought of kissing Ritsuka was enough to make him want to climax. However, that just wouldn’t do. Soubi would make this last.

The fantasy skipped a few chapters and continued, not on the living room floor, but in Soubi’s bedroom - more specifically, on Soubi’s bed. Ritsuka, flushed and breathing hard, laid flat on his back against Soubi’s smooth blue bedspread, with the blond straddling his slim hips, kissing him all over. A warm pair of lips and a sinful tongue moved over Ritsuka’s adolescent flesh, licking his neck, sucking on his collarbone, caressing his human ears with such care. Ritsuka, sensitive, moaned at every touch.

“Ritsuka…”

Soubi’s breathing came short as, beneath the running water, he stroked himself a bit harder. He made a point, however, of not releasing just yet. Oh, no, that would wait… Just a little bit longer…

Back in the realm of his imagination, Soubi did away with Ritsuka’s shirt and took the time to admire his bare physique. Soubi had seen Ritsuka shirtless a handful of times when they went to the beach together, but that paled in comparison to this, even if it was just a fantasy. Ritsuka’s bare skin was phenomenally soft and supple, and Soubi worshipped every inch with his mouth and with his hands. This little kitten was so unaware of his worth; in a physical manner, Soubi displayed Ritsuka’s infinite value.

Ritsuka deserved everything, and Soubi wanted so badly to be the one who delivered it to him.

Biting his lip, arching back underneath the spray of water, Soubi groaned into the misty air and opened his eyes, longing blue eyes staring into the hazy shower door. Steam fogged the glass, further fueling Soubi’s imagination.

With Ritsuka teetering between pleasure and madness, Soubi opted to lean more towards the side of pleasure. After he had completely disrobed his love, Soubi began to pleasure the little kitten with his mouth. Ah, those sweet moans… They were music to Soubi’s ears. More blood rushed to Soubi’s lower half. Warm lips enveloped Ritsuka’s hard, throbbing member and Soubi delivered like only a well-learned lover could. With every new touch, Ritsuka writhed, moaned, and gasped for air, tangling his slim fingers into Soubi’s tussled blond hair, gripping every now and again, shyly pleading for more.

“R- Ritsuka…” The name left Soubi’s lips in a husky moan. The fingers around his shaft began to move faster, harder than before. He was close, so close… Soubi had self-control, of course, but nothing, absolutely nothing could have stalled his pleasure any longer. The thought of Ritsuka was far too entrancing, too erotic, too satisfying…

Before the fantasy could go on any further, Soubi threw his head back and groaned a final time, pumping his length with fervor until his seed spilled from the head of his erection. The still-running shower water quickly washed it away, and Soubi was left with no breath and little more than a faintly lingering memory of the fantasy he had conjured.

Soubi knew it was wrong to think of Ritsuka that way. Ritsuka was still a child; he still had some growing up to do.

Even so…

Soubi couldn’t help but to crave him.