A Twisted Triangle

Author's Note: Happy belated New Year, everyone! :D I hope the new year is going well for you guys so far. Anyhow, I felt a bit guilty for letting this piece gather dust. TT__TT It's the longest piece of fiction I've ever done, and by God, I'll finish it! I just... don't know when. Ha ha, to be honest, I have no idea where it's going, so I'm in as much suspense as you. XD Well, that's enough rambling, I think...

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True to form, Soubi approached Ritsuka’s high school twenty minutes before the bell’s scheduled release alarm. The blond kept a slight distance, found a leaning post on the stone wall connecting to an almost ominous iron gate, lit a cigarette, and waited patiently for the bell to ring. All the while, random thoughts flitted across his mind.

What entertainment would he and Ritsuka find today? Movies, video games, or perhaps a leisurely stroll around town?

What sort of mood would Ritsuka be in today? Would he be more quiet and reserved, or bright and playful?

What would they talk about today? What new little piece of information would Soubi learn about his little neko?

Even truer to form than his routine wait at the school gate, Soubi analyzed the day to death before it even begun. He couldn’t help it. The prospect of a full day (and night) with Ritsuka was far too exciting. Even more thrilling was the fact that Ritsuka had requested this one-on-one time with Soubi, not the other way around. It made their offbeat relationship seem a bit less one-sided, in a sense. More often than not, Soubi took the initiative; Soubi called Ritsuka, Soubi climbed onto Ritsuka’s balcony, and Soubi suggested that they time together. Inadvertently, Ritsuka had made Soubi feel important, wanted, needed. The thought brought a smile to his thin lips. Soubi didn’t often indulge in self-worth, but if only for those fleeting moments on that sleepy street, he was willing to make an exception.

Oh, if only Ritsuka knew the effect he had on Soubi! The monotony, the continuousness of this sensation, this zealous love Soubi had for the youth was enough to drive him mad! Almost. Not completely. Those violet eyes would ensure Soubi’s sanity. At the same time as they would wrack Soubi’s being with longing, they kept him grounded in reality. Soubi needed those eyes, needed Ritsuka.

Maybe today…

Ri-ing~!

The obnoxiously shrill school bell chimed, and Soubi withdrew from his thoughts and fantasies, focusing instead on the present, as well as the half-smoked cigarette dangling lazily between his lips. It was his third smoke in a row. Perhaps the scent would displease Ritsuka. That in mind, Soubi flicked the cigarette onto the concrete, ground it out with his heel, and reached into his pocket for the little roll of mints he knew to be there. Kio, for once, had come in handy for giving him the sweets.

“You reek of nicotine!” Kio had complained. A quick shuffle through their shared kitchen elicited a roll of minty candy, which Kio then stuffed into Soubi’s pants pocket. “Keep those on you,” he had said. “They come in handy.” Kio gave Soubi an almost perverse wink, and then traipsed onto another subject.

Soubi rolled one of the peppermint wheels through his mouth, testing its flavor on different sections of his tongue. Not bad, he decided. A bit strong, though. Oh, well. Perhaps the veracity of the mint would dull the presence of cigarette smoke in his mouth all the more quickly.

“Soubi!” Ritsuka called as he trotted down the concrete walkway. Soubi, calm as ever until then, immediately knew himself to be blushing. That’s right... Just the night before, Soubi had used the image of this innocent little kitten to pleasure himself, and he was only realizing it now, right then, with Ritsuka right in front of him. Very nice, Soubi, to be thinking about that now. Talk about bad timing!

“Ritsuka,” Soubi murmured after a brief struggle with his voice, and he conjured a smile.

“Were you waiting long?” Ritsuka asked, shifting his weight from his left to his right, adjusting the backpack over his shoulder. Such an innocent little motion, and one that caused a stir in Soubi. Ritsuka was so beautiful… so slender… Every slight shift of his body was so unwittingly captivating, fluid, and even sensual. Maybe it was a mild aftereffect from the prior Ritsuka-induced pleasure high, but with every breath Ritsuka took, every blink of those brilliant eyes, Soubi desired the neko more and more.

“No,” Soubi assured, stepping closer to the object of his affections. “No longer than usual. Was your mother alright with you spending the night away from home?”

“Yes” Ritsuka responded quickly - A little too quickly. “Well…” Ritsuka paused. Soubi raised an eyebrow. “She didn’t exactly agree to it,” Ritsuka admitted, his brow furrowed. “I knew she wouldn’t, so… made something up.”

“Oh?” Soubi was a bit surprised. Had Ritsuka actually lied to his mother?

“It’s no big deal,” Ritsuka chimed brightly, smiling. “I just told her that it was a school outing to Kyoto. An overnight thing. A bus ride to Kyoto takes nine hours, anyway, so she believed it. Didn’t even think to ask about why I didn’t say anything about it earlier…”

There was a tiny bit of Seimei present in those words, and Soubi nearly shuddered from it. Admitted, it was only on a minute scale, trace at best, but… Soubi was both repelled and voraciously attracted to it.

“Are you sure… you won’t get caught?” Soubi ventured cautiously. “If she finds out…”

The thought of what image might have been conjured by finishing that sentence was horrific.

Ritsuka promptly shook his head. “Mom’s a shut-in,” he said. “She doesn’t go out, so she won’t see me if we go somewhere, and my friends know better than to call my home phone. So we’re safe!” Another bright smile.

Soubi hesitated for a few moments. He still wasn’t entirely convinced, but if Ritsuka said it, it must be true. Soubi nodded accordingly. “Alright, then. Shall we go?” Ritsuka nodded, and the pair began a leisurely stroll down the street.

“So what are we going to do today?” Ritsuka asked, alternating between watching the sidewalk and watching Soubi.

“Anything you want,” Soubi murmured; the answer was well used and familiar. “Name it.”

“Well…” Ritsuka paused, chewing on his lower lip in thought.

Oh, God.

Yet another simple action from Ritsuka that proved utterly erotic in Soubi’s mind. Ritsuka was so catlike in his motions; the way his eyes flitted about as he contemplated, the way his tongue darted out to wet his dry lower lip, the way he touched the hair that obstructed his view. Oh, God, to be the tongue on those lips, the fingers in that hair… Soubi had expected the fantasy from the night before to calm his raging desire for the little neko, but he had no such luck. If anything, the fever was growing stronger. The fantasy hadn’t played out to its extent. Soubi wanted to finish it. Soubi desperately wanted to finish it.

Again, no such luck seemed willing to present itself.

Soubi came to just when Ritsuka finally responded. “How about we take a walk in the park and go from there?” Ritsuka ventured. “It’s so nice out today. We shouldn’t waste it!”

Soubi smiled. Always jam-packed with good ideas, Ritsuka was. “Alright,” he agreed. “How about we make it a picnic? We can stop by my apartment for some food.”

The young neko nodded his head happily. “Okay!”

The walk to Soubi’s apartment building took all of fifteen minutes. All the while, Ritsuka regaled Soubi with stories about his friends at school. Soubi had met them all, of course, and he had more than likely heard those anecdotes before. It didn’t matter. Ritsuka loved to tell those stories, and he was a very eloquent speaker. Soubi had no trouble listening. No matter how repetitive, or even monotonous, Soubi was fascinated by everything in Ritsuka’s life. He wanted - needed - to know more. Everything. Soubi wanted to know everything.

“You can leave your backpack in the living room, if you like,” Soubi noted as he meandered into the kitchen. “I doubt you want to carry it all the way down to the park.”

Ritsuka nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll make us some sushi for our picnic,” Soubi spoke idly as he searched through his refrigerator for his stock of fresh fish. “Is there anything specific that you’d like, Ritsuka?”

“Riceballs?” Ritsuka called from the living room. “With plums, if you have them.”

Moments later, Soubi brandished freshly caught tuna in one hand - bagged, of course - and a small plastic bag of plums in the other. “What kind of amateur chef would I be without plums?” Soubi teased, and then slunk farther into the kitchen to boil a pot of water.