A Twisted Triangle

“Evening, Mother. Ritsuka.” Seimei glanced to his little brother with a smile.

Ritsuka regarded his brother with a quiet nod, nothing more. He still hadn’t recovered from the risqué scene played out in Seimei’s bedroom just ten minutes before, and it didn’t seem as though Seimei had any idea he and his blond companion had had an audience. It was better that it stayed that way, Ritsuka theorized.

“Good evening, Seimei,” the lady of the house greeted her son with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry not to have seen you earlier. How was school today?”

“Same old,” Seimei said with a shrug as he took his place at the table. “Midterms are coming up.”

“That’s nice,” came the vacant response from the walking bottle of nitroglycerin.

Rich violet eyes turned to the amethyst ones belonging to the youngest Aoyagi.

“You had your first day of your new school today, didn’t you?”

Ritsuka nodded.

Seimei smiled, though he couldn’t have helped being taken aback by his brother’s sudden stolid behavior. “How’d it go? Make any friends?”

Ritsuka—a very uncomfortable Ritsuka—shrugged and tapped his index fingernail against the rim of his water glass.

The elder Aoyagi’s proud brow furrowed then. He hadn’t the faintest idea of what had gotten into his little brother, but whatever it was, he was already not liking it. Since when was Ritsuka so tight-lipped? On a normal day, Seimei couldn’t shut the little ball of energy up!

“Soup’s on.”

Their matriarch served their perfectly portioned dinners, and they sat down like a perfect family, enjoying the perfect evening. Ritsuka’s behavior could probably be attributed to a rough day at a new school, Seimei decided, no matter how wrong he was. He had his own little issues to mull over, let alone his little brother. He still had Soubi fresh in his mind.

A grin crawled to Seimei’s lips, which he covered with an innocent dabbing of his napkin to the corner of his mouth.

Soubi. His perfect little Soubi… He could still feel those talented hands wandering his skin, putting all the right pressure in all the right places, going so far as to tease Seimei, awakening the more dangerous side of the Aoyagi, the side no-one but Soubi ever truly saw.

Soubi seemed to love that side, Seimei noted with a silent exhilaration.

Yes, he could just see it now…

Seimei would toss the blond onto his back and maul his skin with an animalistic fervor. Lips soft as rose petals would leave the reddest of marks, teeth white as the ivory keys of a piano would scratch the surface of alabaster skin, awakening shades of pink and raw red from his Soubi’s perfect skin. All the while, his Soubi would groan with unabashed pleasure, sometimes twist away to elicit a punishment from his lover-figure; a lovely torture that often left him flushed, breathless, and very satisfied.

Somehow or another, their unspoken rule had gone abided; no actual intercourse, preserving Seimei’s virgin ears for another time.

Of course, they could always go out and purchase a pair of black prosthetic ears and a mildly realistic-looking tail (those were always harder to find; sometimes, they appeared far too rigid for a realistic cat tail, other times, they were flaccid and devoid of life at all). That would put them back a mere fifty-some-odd dollars, and it would surely increase the pleasure between them. But the fact remained that Ritsuka was very apt to little changes, and would surely discover Seimei’s dirty little secret within moments. And Ritsuka, just being Ritsuka, would probably inform their mother.

That would be opening a whole jar of trouble Seimei didn’t feel like exploring just yet.

Besides that, he was rather content with the relationship he and Soubi shared thus far. Seimei commanded, Soubi obeyed. Soubi brought Seimei pleasure, Seimei brought Soubi pleasure. Lather, rinse, repeat. Things were good right now.

Why ruin it with all that silly talk of virginity?

~*~

Soubi had been earless for some time now, and he recollected on that fact quite often, more so after he and Seimei had fooled around. He didn’t know why. Just a rite of passage, he supposed.

Of course, when he thought of the one to take his ears, he drifted into a state of mild frustration, and immediately reached for his cigarettes.

The night was turning out to be abnormally cold for this particular October. Soubi pulled his coat more tightly around his shoulders in an attempt to warm his chilled skin.

Why was he still standing out here?

Blue eyes glanced back to Seimei’s home, longing, yearning to go back. He and Seimei rarely got to bask in the aftermath of their lovemaking—could it really be called that?—and Soubi detested it. They were generally rushed, as Seimei had his home life to tend to, and Soubi… well… he didn’t have much of a home life, save for Kio, so he generally went home to draw, or paint, or sit on his bed with a cigarette, watching the city bustle outside of his window.

He loved Seimei, no doubt there, and he would have done anything to make that man happy, even if it entailed them hiding that love in the shadows. But more often than not, Soubi found himself longing for more of a commitment. More of an openness to their relationship, more…

Just more.

Was that so selfish?

It probably was.

Soubi chuckled dryly through a mouthful of smoke and sighed soon after. Foolish dreams for the foolish dreamers, that’s all. Seimei didn’t love him. He knew that. And he was okay with that.

After all.

Whatever Seimei wanted, Seimei got.

And that was the end of that.