A Twisted Triangle

Author's Note: I'm not dead! I promise I'm not dead! Gahhh... I've been slacking so much these days that it's not even funny. Two months to finish one chapter? =___= I'm horrible.

With great pride, I bring to my readers the final chapter of A Twisted Triangle. Sixteen chapters spanning over the course of almost a whole year... I've gotta say, this is the longest and most substantial thing that I've ever done, and the only thing (aside from oneshots) that I've ever finished. I'm so proud... *tear*

Looks like another series may come from this...

Thank you all for your support. :D Happy reading (and reviewing *hint hint*)!

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“So close,” Ritsuka muttered, defeated. Melodramatically, he lowered his ears and hung his head. Soubi laughed.

The pair had ended their picnic an hour beforehand when the sun began to sink behind the distant mountains, and had since retreated to Soubi’s apartment. There, they occupied themselves with videogames. Out of the entirety of Soubi’s collection, Ritsuka had selected Devil May Cry 3: Dante’s Awakening. How ironic, Soubi had thought idly, that the third installment in the series should be set before the other two…

Surprisingly enough, Ritsuka (a videogame lover by nature) had never played Devil May Cry before. Much to his frustration, the little neko was already stuck on the first Boss battle against Cerberus. It was a relatively simple level, but Ritsuka just couldn’t pass it to save his life. Three times so far, he had tried, and three times so far, he had failed miserably. With each failing, Soubi would have to pet Ritsuka’s ears long enough to get him to try again. Giving up, in Soubi’s eyes, was not an option.

“You’ll get better,” Soubi reassured the little neko sitting on the floor from his perch upon the sofa just a few paces away. “Remember, you’ve only just started to play this game.”

“I know,” Ritsuka chirped, his tail swishing to and fro. “It’s fun. But this stupid dog just keeps lunging at me when I least expect it!” Once more, Ritsuka resorted to a mock sort of pout. Soubi chuckled at the display and slid down onto the floor.

“Restart the level,” Soubi instructed calmly. Ritsuka complied shortly after. “The trick is obviously to predict when he’s going to lunge,” Soubi explained. Ritsuka, seemingly enthralled by this, nodded rapidly.

“More often than not,” the blond elaborated, speaking over Dante’s witty banter (which Soubi thought was pretty cliché), “you know he’s going to pounce after he spends a few seconds doing nothing. Therefore, you get out of the way ahead of time, and attack as much as you can while he slides back into position. Understand?”

“I think so…”

Soubi smiled. “Do you want to try again?”

Ritsuka nodded happily. “I’ll try one more time,” he said, scooting closer to Soubi, as though being closer to the expert Devil-May-Cry-er would improve his game play. Their shoulders touched. Soubi nearly shivered. God, Ritsuka was so warm… Soubi kept close, but he dared not to move any closer.

Yet.

Soubi had kept his love for the neko under wraps for far too long. It was high time for Soubi to act. Getting cold feet was not an option.

“Just remember to keep moving,” Soubi murmured softly as not to distract the boy, but loudly enough to encourage him.

“Keep moving,” Ritsuka repeated with a nod. He was doing considerably better than before, albeit his maneuvers were a bit shakier. Regardless, the on-screen character went more or less untouched, and Cerberus’ HP was going down. Soon, the canine was down to two heads, then one. At last, Ritsuka delivered the dramatic final blow. Cerberus roared, and the screen slowly began to fade into white. Ritsuka beamed proudly when the splash screen of dialogue began to roll.

“I did it!” the neko exclaimed, leaning more fully against the blond. Soubi, growing bolder, circled one arm around Ritsuka’s slender shoulders.

“I told you you’d get better,” Soubi mused. Ritsuka wiggled playfully beneath Soubi’s arm as he always did. A silent breath passed through Soubi’s thin lips. Ritsuka felt good, so good against Soubi’s body. Soubi couldn’t help but to move behind the little neko and slink his other arm around him as well. The scent of Ritsuka’s dark mane lay just below his nose and Soubi softly breathed it in. Ritsuka smelled good, no surprise there.

Soubi was just so obsessed with this boy…

“S- Soubi,” Ritsuka muttered. He quickly paused the game before the next level could begin, directing his wide violet eyes to the blond behind him. “W- What are you…?”

Soubi knew now that there was no turning back. He had to say something, had to do something now before the opportunity escaped him. Rather than pulling away when Ritsuka spoke, Soubi held fast, wrapping his arms gently around the boy’s thin midsection, laying one broad palm upon Ritsuka’s prominent hipbone, and splaying the other tentatively across the neko’s stomach. From the position he was in, Soubi could feel the boy’s heart beginning to pound.

“Soubi…?”

Ritsuka obviously didn’t know how to respond, which left Soubi a bit unsettled.

“Shh, Ritsuka,” Soubi whispered, moving his chin to lie upon Ritsuka’s shoulder, his lips next to his ear. “Let me have this… Let me have a minute to hold you…”

Soubi felt Ritsuka tensing beneath him and felt a subsequent pang of guilt, as well as slight worry for the consequences of his actions, but how could he stop now?

“But…” Ritsuka started, and then paused. His voice caught in his throat. “I th-thought you were with…”

Again, Soubi gently shushed the protesting kitten. “I know,” Soubi murmured, his guilty eyes downcast. “I know...” Before continuing, Soubi gently coaxed Ritsuka to turn around in his embrace. This way, he could look the innocent little neko in the eyes. Ritsuka’s gaze was wide and confused, perplexity all over his face. Soothingly, Soubi raised a hand to cradle Ritsuka’s pale cheek, his palm meeting with warm skin and the cool plastic of the bandage adorning an otherwise flawless face.

Beautiful.

Ritsuka was so beautiful right then. Soubi’s eyes couldn’t get enough of him. He was drunk off his love, and he knew very well that it was a slight impairment to his better judgment. Nevertheless, that was a chance Soubi was willing to take.

“I love you, Ritsuka.”

Every emotion on Ritsuka’s face - the confusion, the slight fear - quickly fell away in even layers, one by one, with every word from Soubi’s mouth. For one split second, Ritsuka was emotionless, paralyzed with shock, and then the shock settled, displayed in the form of slightly widened pupils, a dropped jaw, and flat feline ears.

Soubi remained serene, calmer than he had expected to be. His heart was not racing, his breathing was normal. This was normal. This was right.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Soubi murmured as he drew Ritsuka’s blushing face a bit closer. “In fact, it might be better if you don’t. But… things have happened to me recently. Things that have brought this - brought you - to the forefront of my priorities. And I feel that you have the right to know.” Soubi spoke in gentle tones, using tenderness as opposed to passion. He knew Ritsuka would respond more easily to the patience.

“I love you,” Soubi repeated, his breathing on Ritsuka’s mouth as he drew nearer. “I would die for you. I would live for you. Anything for you.”

“Soubi-” Ritsuka went to speak, perhaps to protest, but Soubi didn’t give him a chance. The blond closed the distance between them and laid his mouth softly, fully atop Ritsuka’s own. Ritsuka, frozen with shock, did not draw away.

The neko’s mouth was warm, soft, pliable, more so than Soubi had ever fantasized. As his lips claimed the boy’s, Soubi maneuvered his hands to lay clasped around Ritsuka’s small back. Longingly, Soubi held the boy to his own larger body, clutching him tightly, but with the care and sensitivity of the most attentive lover. He didn’t want to startle Ritsuka any more than the already had. Oh, but he wanted more, so much more… Even so, Soubi would not allow himself to be so selfish. Ruefully, Soubi peeled his lips away.

Upon their separation, Soubi saw that Ritsuka’s cheeks had taken on a heavier shade of pink than before; violet eyes had glossed over, his lips remained slightly parted. His reaction could have gone either way.

Silence reigned between the two, but it was not the awkward sort. Despite Soubi’s slight fear of rejection, he was comfortable right at that moment as he watched Ritsuka, listening with rapt attention to the sound of the boy’s breathing, feeling his young heart pounding wildly against his chest.

“Soubi, I…” Ritsuka’s voice stalled. “I had no idea… you felt like this…”

A soft smile befell Soubi’s lips. “How can I not?” he ventured, gazing sweetly into violet eyes. “You’re amazing, Ritsuka. In every way. I’ve watched you grow up right in front of me… Every day, I find something new to love about you.”

“B- But you… you can’t love me!” Ritsuka protested, his face red, his large eyes beginning to water. “What about Seimei, Soubi?! I know you’re with him!”

Ritsuka’s words stung a bit, but Soubi’s smile did not falter.

“I can’t help who I love,” Soubi muttered, soothingly running his long fingers backward through Ritsuka’s dark hair. “And I love you.”

“D- Don’t say that!” Ritsuka yelped. He contradicted his words, however, by clinging onto Soubi’s chest, burying his face into Soubi’s shoulder. Dark hair hid his blush. “You can’t love me…”

Ritsuka’s reaction unnerved Soubi in the slightest. However, he decided that it was by far better than an outright rejection. In fact… Ritsuka hadn’t rejected him at all. If anything, this was a subtle sort of… acceptance. Gently, Soubi tangled both of his large hands into Ritsuka’s hair, the pads of his long fingers rubbing tenderly at the base of Ritsuka’s feline ears. Immediately, Ritsuka began to purr, just as Soubi had known he would. Ritsuka’s tension began to melt, and Soubi’s nerves took a rest.

“But I do,” Soubi muttered. “I could never love another as I love you.”

Ritsuka shook in Soubi’s embrace and again, the boy did not attempt to move away. Soubi wasn’t about to question why, for he knew now that Ritsuka harbored some sort of affection for him.

“Soubi…”

“Will you accept me, Ritsuka?” Soubi queried gently. Amethyst eyes, watery and dazed, looked up to the blond.

“Will you accept me as one who loves you?”

“You mean like… like a lover…?”

Soubi chuckled gently. “Yes, as a lover.”

“But… Seimei…” Ritsuka trailed off. His tone almost sounded guilty.

“I promise you, Ritsuka… you will be my only one,” Soubi murmured. “Seimei has left me. This frees me to be in love with you.” There was a slight trace of underlying tragedy in Soubi’s tone. Despite his overwhelming love for Ritsuka, he was still aching. Seimei had knowingly torn at Soubi’s heart when he left, and he hadn’t given much of a damn at all. It was still very painful… But Soubi could live with it if he had Ritsuka by his side.

Ritsuka seemed baffled now, and even a little hurt. “So… you only want to be with me because you and Seimei aren’t together anymore?” he asked, almost demanding an answer with the way he spoke.

Soubi immediately snapped to attention. “No,” he defended. Large hands moved down to hold Ritsuka’s slender sides. “Ritsuka… I’ve wanted you for so long… But how could I ever dream of having you with Seimei as my lover?” The words pained Soubi to utter. “He left me, Ritsuka. I loved him. He never loved me in the same way.”

Once more, Ritsuka seemed riddled with confusion. Had he not known? Had Ritsuka not known that Seimei didn’t love him? Then again… Soubi couldn’t have expected him to. Ritsuka didn’t know half of what went on between himself and Seimei. Hopefully, Ritsuka would never know, with the emphasis on never.

“Don’t think that I’m trying to replace Seimei with you, Ritsuka. You’re so much different than your brother…”

Looking away, Ritsuka released a quiet sigh. He seemed torn, but his ears perked up, indicating something positive. When at last he glanced back up into Soubi’s eyes, Ritsuka tilted his head, silent for now, but obviously deep in thought. He almost seemed to be evaluating the blond’s sincerity.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Ritsuka muttered rhetorically. Soubi said nothing. Then, Ritsuka closed his eyes and sighed again. Soubi felt his heart begin to sink. Did this mean rejection? Soon enough, however, Ritsuka offered the blond a warm smile.

Right away, Soubi’s spirits lifted.

“Okay, Soubi,” Ritsuka said, laying his hands gently to Soubi’s chest. “I’ll… I’ll give this a try.”

A heavy, but very welcome wave of warmth washed over the blond, and a broad smile tugged at his lips. No other words in the human language had ever sounded so sweet to Soubi’s ears, and no words ever would.

Once more, Soubi hugged Ritsuka’s body to his own. This time, Ritsuka was able to reciprocate. “I know you don’t love me,” Soubi whispered into Ritsuka’s ear. “But I promise you… I’ll always take care of you. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you don’t regret having me in your life.”

Ritsuka’s lips curled; Soubi could feel his smiling mouth pressing against his neck. “I’ll never regret it.”

“Oh, Ritsuka…” Soubi sighed with utter content and once more laid his mouth to Ritsuka’s. With the element of surprise no longer working against him, Ritsuka soon settled into the embrace. Regardless, the neko was inexperienced and consequentially, he wasn’t very sure what to do next. Thankfully, Soubi was sure.

Soubi was very sure.

Gingerly, Soubi parted his mouth. His blond head tilted in the slightest, thus deepening their embrace. Broad hands found purchase on a slender back. Ritsuka, giving in to curiosity, wound his small hands through strands of long, blond hair in reciprocation. He too leaned into the locking of their lips, driving Soubi to a state of mental paralysis.

Only in the richest of fantasies did Soubi ever expect to feel those hands on him, that body against his, that mouth against his… Oh, but this was real. This was very real. Soubi’s rapidly warming skin proved to him that this was not a dream. No, Soubi was very conscious, very lucid… and well on his way to becoming very aroused.

Self-discipline had long been Soubi’s forte, but as his slick tongue moved, caressed Ritsuka’s sinfully soft lower lip, temptation’s hold proved to be much stronger than Soubi had first anticipated. Ritsuka tasted so good. Much like rich butter, the texture of the boy’s skin seemed to melt on Soubi’s tongue, provoking his mouth to water. Thirsty for more, Soubi gently began to slip his tongue within the soft folds of Ritsuka’s mouth. Ritsuka, flushed with an adolescent’s desire, obligingly parted his lips.

A delightful buzzing sensation spread from Soubi’s lips to his spine, from his spine to his hips, where his desire began to manifest. Succumbing to his own desire, his morals slipping, Soubi tenderly laid Ritsuka out upon the plush carpeting beneath them. Ritsuka’s heart immediately began to race; his young body began to tense.

Perhaps this was too much.

Reluctantly, Soubi released Ritsuka’s lips. “I’m sorry,” the blond murmured, modestly bowing his forehead to Ritsuka’s collarbone. “I don’t want to make you feel obligated to do anything you’re not ready to do.”

Soubi could not see Ritsuka’s face, and he did not hear Ritsuka speak for what seemed like hours when mere seconds had passed. “I don’t feel obligated,” Ritsuka said with an unsurprising level of maturity in his voice. While the neko was very innocent and even naïve from time to time, Soubi knew him to be a very mature, level-headed individual. Maybe a little too much so. Poor Ritsuka had been forced to grow up so much already…

“I don’t mind kissing you,” Ritsuka added, putting ease to Soubi’s troubled mind. Small hands then moved back through blond hair, caressing the spot where a pair of ears should have been present, but were absent. Soubi purred from the touch; he was unfamiliar with tenderness from a lover, and knew not how to react but with passiveness.

“And…” Ritsuka paused. Soubi looked up to see him blushing. “I wouldn’t mind doing a little… more than kissing…” Ritsuka then reached up to touch one of his delicate cat ears. His tail began to twitch. “But these…”

Soubi sat up a little, easing one arm to lean against the floor near Ritsuka’s head. “Those will stay on,” Soubi finished Ritsuka’s sentence for him, smiling knowingly, almost tragically. Soubi lowered his head, his lips warmly grazing one of the prominent feline ears lying atop a mass of black hair. A mildly pleasured purr was the blond’s reward. “Your ears and your tail are beautiful, Ritsuka. I wouldn’t dare to take them from you.” Leaning closer, Soubi rested his lips beside Ritsuka’s human ear, where he whispered one word:

“Yet.”

A sly grin found residence upon Soubi’s mouth.

Ritsuka’s face grew red. “Soubi!” he yelped, batting playfully at Soubi’s shoulder.

Soubi chuckled. “Tell me what you’d like me to do for you, Ritsuka.”

The boy seemed perplexed.

Soubi elaborated, “I could kiss you, of course.” Correspondingly, Soubi feathered his mouth over the neko’s. The kitten beneath him melted beneath the touch. “But where should I kiss you?”

Ritsuka’s eyes widened and shifted away. “Soubi,” he whined, embarrassed.

Chuckling, Soubi began to trace idle little circles in Ritsuka’s small side with the tips of his fingers. He expected no real answer from the inexperienced neko, and thus decided to toy with him a little. “Should I kiss you… here?” A gentle peck to Ritsuka’s slightly parted mouth completed the thought.

“Or perhaps… here?” Soubi moved sidelong, grazing his hot mouth to Ritsuka’s sensitive human ear. The body beneath him began to tremble. Soubi was getting close to a pleasure spot…

“How about…” Humid breath moved across Ritsuka’s cheek and jaw as Soubi shifted down. “… Here?” Careful, but with unrelenting passion, Soubi laid his warm mouth upon Ritsuka’s neck, centering his attention where the flesh was the thinnest. Bucking upward in surprise, a delicious moan spilled from Ritsuka’s beautiful lips.

A wide grin spanned across Soubi’s face. Somehow, he had known that Ritsuka’s throat would be one of his weaknesses. It had been one of Seimei’s weaknesses, as well.

“So… This is the spot, hm?” Soubi murmured against Ritsuka’s skin. Parting his lips, Soubi then began to suckle on the boy’s soft neck, earning muffled whimpers and breathy moans for his efforts. Slim hands blindly grasped at Soubi’s shoulders.

“You’re so sensitive, Ritsuka…”

The neko’s skin warmed beneath Soubi’s touch. Ritsuka bit at his lip, fidgeting from the unfamiliar sensations, not quite sure which way to move, or when to stay still. “D- Don’t say that,” he protested, screwing his eyes shut, breathing a bit deeper.

“Why not?” Soubi questioned, letting loose his tongue and taking a soft, inquisitive lick of the tender skin. A strangled cry broke free of Ritsuka’s throat, causing Soubi to shudder. Oh, those sounds were going to be the death of him…

“It’s… It’s embarrassing!” Ritsuka laid his ears back against his head, sucked in a breath, and shivered pleasantly as Soubi resumed his licking. Long, fluid strokes of Soubi’s tongue met with Ritsuka’s skin, and with every lap, a thin layer of inhibition began to fall away.

Soubi smiled warmly to his young love, pausing only briefly in his ministrations. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Ritsuka,” he assured him. Large hands moved to Ritsuka’s hips, gripping lightly, massaging gently to soothe the boy. “I like that you’re sensitive,” he elaborated further. “I like that you respond. It’s not shameful.”

“M- Maybe not to you…” Ritsuka covered his face with his hands and whimpered. “I’m not used to this…”

Nodding, Soubi pressed a soft kiss to Ritsuka’s collarbone and pulled up, laying down beside the little neko, pulling him into his arms. “And I need to remember that,” he muttered. Ritsuka promptly curled into Soubi’s embrace, nuzzling him, purring mildly.

“Soubi…”

“Yes, Ritsuka?”

“Kiss me again…” There was unfulfilled desire in Ritsuka’s eyes, a liquid passion reflecting in his amethyst eyes. Soubi recognized that look. He had caused it, and now he was obliged to finish it (not that he was complaining or anything).

A wide, Cheshire-cat smile pulled at Soubi’s lips. “Your wish is my command, Ritsuka,” he said, craning closer, his lips dangerously close to Ritsuka’s own. “Anything you want from me, I’ll give to you without question. Remember that.” Soubi left Ritsuka no time to question the deeper meaning behind his words, instead opting for silence by capturing his lips in a kiss.

This kiss, unlike their first, was heated and passionate. Soubi wasn’t the only one hungry for a tongue to lick, a mouth to explore; Ritsuka was surprisingly eager. However, he was not bold enough to take the lead. That was Soubi’s job. Perhaps in the future, Ritsuka would ascertain a level of authority over Soubi. Maybe Ritsuka would turn out to be the seme, the dominant lover, and it would be Soubi on his back, Ritsuka’s tongue plundering his mouth, Ritsuka’s hands exploring his body. For now, however, the task fell to Soubi.

Again, Soubi wasn‘t about to complain. Admitted, the blond had never been the dominant lover in any of his sexual experiences (few as they were, if one disregarded Seimei), and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was cut out for it. Soubi’s libido, however, knew he was cut out for it, and those damnable hormones weren’t about to take the blond’s level of insecurity for an answer.

Ritsuka showed no sign of resistance when Soubi’s fingers began to inch beneath his shirt. The skin there, Soubi found, was insanely soft and supple. However, Soubi soon stumbled across a rough patch of raised skin - a scar. Even though the skin there had fully healed, the blond felt it as blatantly as ever. This marring of his young love’s body… He knew right away who had done it.

Aoyagi Misaki.

Soubi must have lingered on the scar for too long, for Ritsuka grew uneasy. Soon, the boy freed his lips from Soubi’s, shifting uncomfortably backward into the soft white carpet beneath his small body.

“Ritsuka…”

“It’s nothing, Soubi,” Ritsuka muttered, almost ashamed. He pulled his shirt back down, concealing the unevenness of his skin. Black ears folded flat and violet eyes turned away from the blond hovering overhead. “I don’t want you to see…”

With a gentle murmur of Ritsuka’s name, Soubi smoothed his hand over Ritsuka’s clothed hip, earning himself a small shiver from the neko. “I know you have scars, love.” Soubi lowered his head, kissing tenderly at Ritsuka’s collarbone. “Don’t feel that you have to hide them. Not from me.”

“But…” Ritsuka gasped when he felt Soubi hiking up his shirt again. “They’re unsightly,” he said ruefully. “And they’re all over…”

“I love you, Ritsuka,” the blond murmured, slowly nudging the boy’s shirt upward until it was but a scrap of abandoned cloth on the floor. The bare chest before him was dotted with Misaki-inflicted imperfections. Soubi, however, was one who could appreciate the beauty of those scars. He had a few of his own… “Loving you means loving all of you. Even your scars.” Correspondingly, Soubi began to kiss down Ritsuka’s bare skin, paying special attention to the scarring that littered the boy’s frail body.

“S- Soubi,” Ritsuka breathed the name softly as he clutched the back of Soubi’s blond head.

“You’re beautiful,” Soubi stated, holding Ritsuka’s hips, massaging them as he licked his way down to the boy’s navel. “Every inch of you.”

Breathing slowly, pinching his eyelids shut, Ritsuka once more blushed at Soubi’s words. Even so, a small smile came to rest upon his full mouth; Soubi looked up just in time to see it form.

“You’re so candid,” Ritsuka said. “I like that…”

“I can only tell you the truth, Ritsuka. Nothing less.”

“I like that, too,” Ritsuka spoke honestly. His eyes, shut until then, sought out Soubi’s own. “People never tell me the truth. At least not the full truth…”

Immediately, Soubi felt an overwhelming level of guilt. Soon, very soon, he knew that Ritsuka would take notice of Seimei’s absence. Then what? How would Soubi be able to lie about a thing like that?

Soubi could tell the truth, of course.

No. Seimei had expressly forbidden him from saying a word to anyone. Even Ritsuka.

How dare Seimei do that to his little brother?! As before, Soubi felt a twinge of pain and anger, but he did not feel it for himself. Rather, the agony he suffered was for Ritsuka.

“You’ll always be honest with me, right, Soubi?” Ritsuka asked, blind trust in his eyes.

Soubi, while doubtful, nodded, smiling with reassurance. “Always.”

And I’ll deal with the Seimei problem when it rolls around…

Almost sighing, Soubi nuzzled his cheek to Ritsuka’s bare stomach. The blond resented how often he compared the two brothers to one another, but Ritsuka’s skin on Soubi’s own felt so warmly familiar… and yet so different. He had mulled this over at least a thousand times before, but he simply couldn’t help noticing.

Moving past his inhibition, Soubi slowly began to pick at the hem of Ritsuka’s jeans. The neko tensed beneath him and Soubi paused accordingly, glancing up in the boy’s direction.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Soubi said with reassurance, noting the glint of hesitance in Ritsuka’s eyes.

Ritsuka shook his head quickly, sending strands of black hair to both sides of his face. “No, it’s… it’s okay, I’m just…”

A light smile lit up Soubi’s features. “Nervous?” he ventured, earning a nod from the younger male. “Understandable.” Curling his fingers beneath the hem of the denim his young love wore, Soubi slowly began to pull the rough material down a pair of obscenely slim legs.

“Your nervousness will pass,” Soubi murmured. “I promise.” The blond ran his palm gently up Ritsuka’s thigh and over the blue boxer briefs concealing his hips. Ritsuka shivered, fidgeted, and nodded in confirmation

“I trust you,” was all Ritsuka said. That in and of itself was enough to calm Soubi’s aching heart. Knowing that Ritsuka trusted him with something so intimate was indescribable; Soubi wasn’t used to such elation.

Soubi moved his mouth over Ritsuka’s clothed length, breathing lightly, spreading heat to the concealed flesh. Feeling the boy’s manhood stiffening beneath him, Soubi hummed lightly in satisfaction. Ritsuka whimpered from the unfamiliar sensation.

“S- Soubi…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm…”

Feathering his lips over his narrow hipbone, Soubi proceeded to strip Ritsuka’s lower half. Before long, Ritsuka was naked and vulnerable to Soubi’s whims. Soubi, however, was not a victim to his own want. This entire act was going to be about Ritsuka.

Wasting no time, but exercising practiced patience, Soubi brought his palms to Ritsuka’s sides, balancing out his own weight as he drew his lips and tongue down the boy’s navel. Ritsuka’s ribs rose and fell quickly, his breaths shallow, his heart racing; Soubi could feel every pulse. More than Ritsuka’s heartbeat, he could feel the boy’s need growing firmer. Accordingly, he devoted the entirety of his attention to it. Parting his lips, Soubi ran his long, hot tongue over the length of Ritsuka’s erection, earning a gasp from the younger male.

“Ngh… Soubi…”

Sated with Ritsuka’s reaction, Soubi laved his tongue up and over the hard shaft, mouthed the width of it, sucked gently at the base of it. The head of the boy’s erection grew moist with pre-come and Soubi readily lapped up the opalescent fluid, much to Ritsuka’s surprise.

“Soubi, that’s… that’s dirty…!” Ritsuka protested, covering his eyes.

Soubi chuckled. “How so?” he asked, curling his fingers around Ritsuka’s shaft, stroking firmly but gently as to keep his pleasure running steadily.

“It… It just… is!” Ritsuka stammered. In contrast to his words, his breaths grew deeper, his soft whimpers taking the shape of moans as Soubi pumped him.

Hot breath grazed Ritsuka’s saliva-slicked skin as Soubi spoke, “I love you, Ritsuka. There’s nothing dirty about this.”

“But…”

“Don’t deny yourself what feels good, Ritsuka,” Soubi murmured gently. He lapped at the long vein trailing from the base to the tip of Ritsuka’s erection and then guided the first half of the shaft into his mouth. It took all of three seconds for Soubi to swallow the entirety of the boy’s length; Ritsuka wasn’t that big to begin with, and Soubi had plenty of experience under his belt.

Ritsuka moaned instantly.

That voice…

Oh, God.

Hearing Ritsuka voice his pleasure that way… It was enough to make Soubi crave the boy like never before. Was Ritsuka even aware of his sex appeal? He radiated it in his own subtle little way. No, he couldn’t have known… Perhaps Soubi was the only one able to see it, and that was just fine with him. Less competition this way.

Thoroughly content with satisfying the young neko orally, Soubi kept his hands occupied. He palmed the boy’s legs, his hips, his sides, feeling out every inch of skin available to him, searching out spots more sensitive than others. Ritsuka’s scrawny abdomen seemed to be an erogenous zone; every time Soubi’s fingers flitted across his navel, Ritsuka fidgeted a bit more beneath him.

“Soubi…” Ritsuka’s hands grew bolder and found purchase on both of Soubi’s broad shoulders, not quite knowing how else to react. Soubi knew that the neko’x inexperience was to blame. Most would have thought that that was what drew Soubi to Ritsuka in the first place; his naïveté, his young body, his adorably clueless nature when it came to the pleasures of the flesh.

Nothing could have been more false. Soubi only prayed that Ritsuka was aware of that.

The sounds spilling from the boy’s lips intensified by degrees. Following suit, Soubi doubled his efforts, winding his lips tighter around Ritsuka’s shaft, lashing at the hypersensitive flesh with a talented tongue. Every new sensation wracked Ritsuka’s body like no tomorrow, and that alone was enough to curb Soubi’s own desire. More explicit pleasures would come later. For now, this would have to do.

“Soubi… Stop,” Ritsuka panted. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

Soubi didn’t stop. Oh, no, he wasn’t about to stop now. He knew Ritsuka was about to climax. He wanted it, he craved it, he longed to have Ritsuka’s taste fill his mouth. Moments thereafter, Soubi received his reward.

With a sharp cry of pleasure, Ritsuka’s body curved, bent backward, leaving only his hips to buck forward against Soubi’s doting mouth. The neko’s body tensed and he gasped, at a full loss to the control of his muscles as his orgasm took hold of his small frame. Through the duration of Ritsuka’s climax, Soubi held fast to his hips, purring in satisfaction, unabashedly accepting the boy’s sweet release into his mouth, onto his waiting tongue.

Ritsuka’s body tensed just once more before going lax beneath his blond lover, rendering him as dead weight upon the floor. Soubi drew up, swallowed back, licked at his lips with satiation, and watched his young love recompose himself.

“That was…” Clearing his throat, holding his forehead, Ritsuka sought out Soubi’s gaze. “… Incredible…”

A light, modest smile tugged at Soubi’s lips. “I’m glad I could satisfy you.” Out of consideration for Ritsuka’s introversion, Soubi took it upon himself to pull a fleece throw blanket from the sofa nearby, offering it to the younger male, should he have wanted to cover up. Unsurprisingly, Ritsuka did want to cover up, and wasted no time in draping the plush material over his lower half. Intimate as they had become in the past half-hour, Soubi knew that it would take a while for Ritsuka’s personal modesty to fade.

“I… I should return the favor, shouldn’t I?” Ritsuka ventured, flushed. “I mean, you haven’t…”

Soubi shook his head. “It wasn’t a favor,” he said, reaching over to slide a wayward lock of black hair from Ritsuka’s face. “I did that for you because I wanted to.”

A shy smile crossed Ritsuka’s lips; he was visibly grateful that he wouldn’t have to jump right into this lifestyle. “I’m not really sure how to be with a man,” he murmured, maturity taking place of inhibition. “You’ll have to teach me.”

Nodding, Soubi slid over to Ritsuka’s side, wrapping both arms around his naked waist. “Gladly,” he chimed, grazing his fingertips to the neko’s slender sides. Quickly warming up to this new level of affection, Ritsuka cuddled into Soubi’s chest.

“Aside from Seimei, have you ever been with other men?”

That was a difficult question for Soubi to answer, and so, he opted for the truth and a few words to skirt the attention away from it: “Yes, but only one other. Seimei was my first real relationship.”

“And…” Violet eyes drifted up to Soubi’s luminous blues. “I’ll be your second?”

Another smile donned Soubi’s lips. “I’m hoping you’ll be my last,” he whispered, grazing his mouth to Ritsuka’s. “I love you.”

Likewise, Ritsuka couldn’t have helped but to grin. “I know…”

Soubi doubted (instinctively) that he would ever hear Ritsuka use those three sacred words in reciprocation. He knew better than to expect such things as love, no matter how much he may have craved it from, or felt it for another. Seimei had taught him that. Regardless, he had high hopes for this endeavor. This felt right to Soubi.

He could only hope and pray that it would last.

*

The following is an original song by Xer01, a "garage" visual kei band. The song is, obviously, written from Soubi's perspective, and pays tribute to this fiction in particular. I thought it only right to include it in the final chapter. :)

Lyrics belong to Akai.

You were always his everything
And he meant nothing to you
He would do anything
Mute servitude

He was blindly in love with you
And he never asked why
From your lips spilled the truth
You never did lie

He wants to forget you, but you made sure that he never would
He's in love with you and he wants to love another

You're incapable of being kind
A machine trained to kill
Love to you is the blind
Sacrificed will

"Love is easily erased" you would say
And you held your conviction
He was your hapless prey
Quiet victim

He's not a masochist
He's a child still desperate for love
He's still out looking
He'll never give it up

You lied and you played him
Denied and betrayed him
Sidelong, he stayed; he obeyed
And you threw him away
Forever tame
A pawn in your game

He dies for emotion
He strives for devotion
Devotion to the one
Who is greatly loved
"Not enough"
A pawn in your way

Time is a scruple where a straining, paining heart is concerned
It's as real, it's as real as heartbreak has it made

He blooms in moonlight; a nocturnal state where nothing exists
He dies in sunlight, where all his flaws are bared

You lied and you played him
Denied and betrayed him
Sidelong, he stayed; he obeyed
And you threw him away
Forever tame
A pawn in your game

He vied to protect you
He'd die to reject you
Indirectly injecting
Your blood in his veins
Acid rain
Infected with pain

Lie if you have to
Die if you have to
Just as long as he's owned
Just as long as he's yours
Blank to the core
Nameless before

Stained with the bloodshed
Never Beloved
Loveless is his name
And he's still the same
He can't change
His soul has been caged