The Art Project

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Loveless. Yun Kouga does. I do not make any money in these writings. I am just a fan writing fanfiction.





TO MY REVIEWERS: Thank you so much! I love you guys! You make me happy and encourage me to keep writing! Thank you!



Zanzou, thank you for your comment. You have an excellent point about Ritsuka not just jumping oh-so-wilfully into Soubi\'s arms begging to be ravished. I do plan to have a punishment scene later on in the fic, though I may work up to it and not present it as soon as Soubi presents the topic. :)





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Chapter Two

"The Art Project"

by lordoberon





Ritsuka\'s POV



He realized that after all this, he was letting Soubi touch him. He hadn\'t been sure if he was going to let Soubi touch him. But it felt so good, and the man knew just what to do...and it was Soubi. It felt right to do this with Soubi, like those long fingers were meant to touch him.



Ritsuka did not know what to do in reponse. Should he do the same things Soubi was doing to him? What if he did them wrong? What was the right way? Ritsuka pulled his hands up Soubi\'s back. He traced the line of a scar, hearing Soubi murmur at the touch.



"Does it hurt, Soubi?"



"Not anymore, no."



Ritsuka continued to touch Soubi. His hands wandered over the man\'s shoulders, gently feeling the soft skin. He swept his fingers up the neck, and then traced them over those soft, soft lips. He laughed, drawing his fingers through the man\'s long hair a moment. Then, fumbling, he slowly undid the buttons of Soubi\'s shirt. That chest...there was something enticing about it. It was long and firm. Ritsuka wanted to touch Soubi with his mouth like Soubi had with him.



He bent down and licked slowly over a nipple.



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Soubi\'s POV

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That tongue was...amazing. Soubi simultaneously wanted to and did not want to imagine it on his cock. Tiny, pink tongue, sliding out to lick, lick, lick. He shuddered as Ritsuka\'s mouth wrapped around a nipple and sucked. When he sucked harder he could hear Soubi\'s panting breath and sounds. Those arms were wrapped around Soubi again, nails digging in, and Ritsuka realized as he bit his teeth down a little that Soubi enjoyed pain - even in this context.



The boy began to nibble all over Soubi, at his chest, at his neck. He left red marks, branding his property, his Fighter. As the boy licked a downward, curious innocent sort of trail, Soubi let his hands wander.



Slowly, cautiously, he moved them down the boy\'s back. He even let his fingers skim over the tail lightly, making Ritsuka wriggle and complain, saying sharply, "Soubi! Don\'t pull it."



"I wasn\'t pulling."



"Yes, but...it\'s sensitive. It...when you touch lightly, it feels like more. So be careful."



"I will."



But Soubi was curious, so he began to stroke the tail harder. As Ritsuka squirmed even more against him, he smirked. The boy enjoyed the touch. His mouth was half open and red from biting those lips, and he groaned when Soubi wrapped his fingers around the tail and slowly slid the grip down to the end. Soubi did it again, and he found the result was that Ritsuka pressed up against his chest, those hands gripping his arms like vices. The boy was purring and moaning and thrusting his body up against Soubi\'s.



It became too much for Soubi, even though his lust told him to continue. He stopped.



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Ritsuka\'s POV

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"Soubi, why did you stop?"



Ritsuka did not want Soubi to stop. Everything Soubi did felt so good. Ritsuka didn\'t think it would feel this good if it were anyone but Soubi. He could feel Soubi\'s affection for him radiate from that touch, from that smirk. Those fingers were precise and careful, so slender. Their every touch drove intensely into Ritsuka.



He wanted more. But Soubi was just sitting there. So, even though fear sat in him, Ritsuka stood up. He bent down, and took off Soubi\'s boots. When he reached for the man\'s belt, Soubi said, "Ritsuka."



He didn\'t say anything else, but the name was enough. Soubi\'s tone was not sharp, but it was not entirely gentle. It was a warning, it was a caution against what Ritsuka was about to do. But Ritsuka was stubborn. He wanted to do this.



Ritsuka made his movements not too slow or fast. If fast, Soubi would think him strange. But if too slow, then Ritsuka would lose his burst of courage. He slid the belt from the loops with a swish, and dropped it to the floor. With a grunt, he got the stubborn zipper down, and then pushed the jeans down from Soubi\'s hips. He pushed, focusing on the texture beneath his fingers of the jeans. Rough. He could feel SOubi\'s muscles flexing beneath, too. Ritsuka stared at the jeans, taking deep breaths in and out. He felt relief tingle in him a little when he saw the black of the shorts Soubi wore beneath the jeans.



By the time the jeans were at Soubi\'s ankles, Ritsuka was less nervous. He pulled them off Soubi\'s feet and tossed the pair into a jumble by his own clothes. Then he looked back at Soubi.



Those blue eyes were half-open, and glinting in them was something that delighted and frightened Ritsuka: lust. It was a panging thing that made Soubi\'s body tense and sensitive. Ritsuka clambered back onto Soubi\'s lap, and slowly put his fingers on Soubi\'s chest.



Both of their hearts were beating so very fast, like drums the beats were against Ritsuka\'s fingers.



He looked straight into Soubi\'s eyes, and said, "I love you."



That sweet smile came. "I love you, Ritsuka."



"Kiss me."



Soubi moved forward to kiss Ritsuka, and while they were engaged in it, Ritsuka moved up more over Soubi. He heard the low, throaty moan from Soubi\'s mouth at the same time as he felt it. It. Something hard and hot and throbbing lay beneath him, a burning fire, an insistent pleading thing, right beneath Ritsuka\'s butt.



Ritsuka pushed down experimentally, and heard Soubi gasp. He flexed his buttocks and thighs around it, giggling as he saw a blush flare Soubi\'s cheeks. It was so funny to see Soubi blush.



As Ritsuka continued, he felt something strange inside himself. It was hot and yummy and consuming. Overwhelming. Ritsuka felt a bit dizzy with it. He tried to shake his head to get it out, but it stayed. As he breathed hotly on Soubi\'s neck, and then began to lick one of Soubi\'s ears, the fire inside Ritsuka only increased.



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Soubi\'s POV

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Waiting, how could he wait now? How could he restrain himself at all, after this? Ritsuka wanted it. He had put himself in front of Soubi and had all but asked aloud for Soubi to plunge his cock deep up that tight little ass.



He groaned as that pert ass grinded against him again. Those soft, round cheeks cushioned his cock. Soubi\'s cock was sliding between them, back and forth, as Ritsuka moved. In order to prevent himself from thrusting up, Soubi had his hands gripping the couch tightly, for his dear life. Oh, this felt so good. How could Ritsuka be so good? The boy was only fourteen. But, GOD, this was torture...it was exquisite. Soubi liked to be toyed with, to be teased. Now if only Ritsuka would consent to chaining him up, or some sort of restrainment, or spanking Soubi.



Soubi opened his eyes as he felt the boy\'s cock responding to his. It was hardening up against him now, pressing against his belly. Soubi reached down and slid his hands over Ritsuka\'s arousal.



"Soubi!" The word came out as a squeak. That little body stilled as Soubi slid his hand up and down Ritsuka\'s anxious length. "Soubi! Soubi, stop! STOP!"



Soubi stilled his hand, but kept it resting over the boy\'s soft skin.



"Why, Ritsuka?"



The boy was panting, and took a few deep gulps of fresh air. He tossed his hair from a sweaty forehead and looked at Soubi. Those deep dark eyes were glittering. Those lips were wet and soft. Mmm.



"Soubi..."



"Are you frightened, Ritsuka?" He did not want to scare the boy away.



"No! No, I\'m not!" At once that voice was indignant again, and the cheeks flared red.



"I don\'t want to make you uncomfortable, Ritsuka." Quite the opposite, Soubi thought to himself, and bit back a smirk.



Ritsuka heaved an exasperated sigh, whining, "You don\'t make me uncomfortable, Soubi..."



The boy buried his head against Soubi\'s chest. For a moment he just sat there, breathing, and Soubi slowly slid his hand from the boy\'s cock and put his arms around Ritsuka, comforting, as a way of saying, I\'m here. This seemed to help calm the boy down, for he breathed normally again, and then sat back up.



That tongue slid over Soubi again, over his chest, over his clavicle, deep in the hollow of his throat, sucking hungrily at his adam\'s apple. Those little teeth occasionally came into play too, nibbling at Soubi\'s shoulders, nipping the soft skin of Soubi\'s forearm to hear him make sounds. Then that little mouth took two of Soubi\'s fingers in and sucked.



Soubi had to pull away from it, and grip the couch again. He didn\'t want Ritsuka to know how arousing the boy was. If Ritsuka realized what a tease he was, he might become ashamed, and then he would be miserable.



"Soubi, why are you grabbing at the couch?"



Soubi leaned to nuzzle noses with the boy. "I don\'t want to move you in your seat, Ritsuka. I am your throne."



The boy laughed. Soubi stared at those dark eyes, the soft lips, as those fingers tenderly brushed Soubi\'s chin.



"Soubi..." The boy giggled.



Then he was taking Soubi\'s hands and pulling them up, and resting them over those delicate little cat ears. Those big imploring eyes looked up and Ritsuka said, "Touch me, Soubi...your turn." The last two words were a breathy whisper, shy, but not uncertain.



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Ritsuka\'s POV

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Those slim fingers began to gently tickle all over Ritsuka\'s ears. He jumped at the touch, shouting, "Soubi, that tickles! Don\'t! Not like that!" even as he laughed.



So Soubi changed his touch, and began to rub his fingertips over Ritsuka\'s ears. Ritsuka felt his ears become warmer, and wiggled a little beneath Soubi\'s fingertips. He sighed in contentment as Soubi scratched behind Ritsuka\'s ears, near the root. Oh, that felt so good...



His breath got shorter and shorter as Soubi rubbed harder and harder. He always tried so hard to please Ritsuka. Those fingers were rougher now, pinching a little, and then rubbing hard up and down, at the tips, scratching at the back and the roots, tickling the edge of the insides a little. Ritsuka felt a whimper bubble up in his throat, and as Soubi\'s mouth went over his, he let it slide from his throat.



Soubi\'s mouth was...was...Ritsuka couldn\'t find words to describe it, except that each kiss with that tongue felt brand new and sent shivers rolling through him. Combined with the delightful rubbing of his ears, Ritsuka found himself rocking and rubbing against Soubi in delight at the combination of kissing and ear fondling.



Then that mouth left him, and suddenly Soubi was gently pushing Ritsuka\'s head down, and taking one of Ritsuka\'s cat ears in his mouth. Gently he nibbled at the ears, and even licked. Ritsuka\'s felt the soft touch down to his very bones, it seemed, and shuddered violently. Just the soft sensation of that tongue...on his cat ears, it was a very different thing, it felt like a hard lick instead of a soft one. Ritsuka whimpered again and again in pleasure as those teeth bit at him.



Then he wondered, with a little smirk, if Soubi might get hairballs from him. Haha, ewww.



Suddenly those hands were sliding down his back, smooth and soft and pressing occasionally. Then those fingers gripped his tail again, and the grip slid down the fur, and then let go, and then repeated the gentle rub and pull.



Ritsuka felt again that funny feeling in his stomach, and the hot warmth, and the dizzy feeling that was unshakeable. His eyes were closed. He groaned loudly, and then gasped, as the nibble to his ears and that hard hand on his tail touched again, ever so carefully.



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Author\'s NOTE: Thank you for reading! :) Reviews welcome. More coming soon!