The Art Project

DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Loveless"; Yun Kouga does. I do not make any money in the writing of this fanfic.



NOTE: Thank you again to all my reviewers! :D



Also, um, the lack of punishment in this chapter, I KNOW that some would consider it as, me cheating you guys. But I do plan to put it in later, just not at this moment in the fic. I think Ritsuka would be reluctant at first, so I had to make him say no in this chapter. But later...! ;) Don\'t worry, it\'s coming.



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THE ART PROJECT

Chapter Three



by lordoberon





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Soubi\'s POV

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Soubi was delighted when Ritsuka invited him to touch the cat ears. He was surprised that they had so much sensitivity, and had not remembered his being so sensitive when he had them. But Ritsuka was extra sensitive, he supposed. It was a new, interesting thing he had not known about Ritsuka before.



The reaction he received at first alarmed him, that the simple rubbing and biting could get such sounds that urged him on. He wasn\'t sure if Ritsuka even knew that the sounds he made were urging, but they were. Grunts and whimpers, begging for more, spilled from Ritsuka\'s lips at Soubi\'s very touch. And when he went to touch the tail again, Ritsuka let him, and then rocked against him. Soubi shuddered at the sensations spilling through his body as he pulled Ritsuka up, up with him to pleasure, to arousal.



He felt the boy\'s cock hardening against him again, more, as the rubbing and nibbling continued. And that pert little ass was still sinking down over Soubi\'s lap, those hips occasionally rolling and the friction nearly making Soubi lose control. That firm cock was pressed up against his belly.



Finally Soubi pulled up, back, wiping his mouth a little, placing his hands back down on the couch but not gripping. He looked at Ritsuka\'s flushed face and the lust and dazed look in those eyes, and smiled. Ah, that look. He couldn\'t decide whether it was a face of one worthy of being ravished, or a sweet and tender look; it was Ritsuka, so the expression was both arousing and cute, somehow.



"Soubi!"



That voice was a little accusing. Even as Ritsuka said it, he rolled his hips again, and moved. Soubi couldn\'t stop his little grunt as he felt the soft flesh sink over his cock. And the boy\'s swelling hardness was hot against him. But he kept his voice even.



"Yes, Ritsuka?"



His hands gave him away, grabbing at the couch pillows again as the boy wiggled his ass over Soubi\'s lap. Soubi said nothing, but he doubted Ritsuka did not know what was going on. Was Ritsuka afraid of Soubi\'s body? Was he going to punish him, or be angry for it?



"Punish me, Ritsuka. Punish me if you are displeased."



Ritsuka shook his head, saying, "No, no. No punishment."



Then, slowly, ever so slowly, Ritsuka eased himself off of Soubi\'s lap. He moved to sit in the same kneeling position beside Soubi. Those eyes needled down to the thrusting bulge in Soubi\'s boxers, and Soubi stared at Ritsuka, at the curve of those lips and the furrow in those brows.



Ritsuka lifted up a trembling hand and slowly placed it over Soubi\'s bare stomach. He stroked the soft skin, smiling a little. He traced little finger patterns around Soubi\'s navel. Then the hand slid down and little fingers grabbed Soubi\'s waistband. Inch by inch Ritsuka pulled the cloth down, until the black cloth sat around Soubi\'s knees and his cock had sprang free.



Soubi felt a growl of lust in his throat as Ritsuka stared at his cock. Those eyes were wide and shocked, that mouth half open a little. After a moment, though, Ritsuka\'s eyes did not look frightened or lustful or shocked. He looked curious.



A hand reached out and, feather light, slid fingertips up Soubi\'s cock. The touch was very light, and only the fingertips. But somehow those five tiny little pads of skin were like heaven on Soubi\'s skin. He gasped at the sensation, and then again when the stroke came a second time, bolder and a little harder.



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Ritsuka\'s POV

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Ritsuka felt a pleased smile tugging at his lips as he touched Soubi. He was excited to know that it was he, Ritsuka, that was making such sounds come from Soubi\'s mouth. And the sounds the man was making stirred Ritsuka, stirred his body so that he felt debilitated with need; he didn\'t know what he needed, though.



He wrapped his hand firmly around the width of Soubi\'s cock, marveling at the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. The skin was so hot, so soft. Just by moving his grip around, Ritsuka had Soubi heaving his hips off the couch, pushing up into Ritsuka\'s touch. The length was hard and hot, so hard, so sensitive.



When he placed his fingers at the tip, he was very gentle, and just let them sit there a moment. Then he gently drew them away, and then lay down sprawled upon the couch. "Soubi, come here."



Ritsuka found that somehow, in this context, it was easier to order Soubi around. It felt natural and right, whereas if he was wanting Soubi to visit, or tell him something, it felt more like Soubi should want to do that already and say it aloud, instead of having to be ordered. Here, though, Ritsuka liked how Soubi followed his orders. It made Ritsuka feel less afraid, to be able to stop or go whenever he liked.



Obediently the man moved to slide over Ritsuka\'s body, straddling the boy at the waist. Ritsuka could feel the power and grace of that form as it slid over him. He sighed at the sweet smell coming from Soubi\'s hair. Then, as he felt the twitch of his cock again, he groaned. He pressed his hand to the back of Soubi\'s head and pushed it down so those lips touched his chest.



It was order enough. Soubi\'s mouth immediately opened and began to kiss Ritsuka\'s body. The tongue wetted him, again and again, from hip to collarbone. First it lapped at the nipples, making Ritsuka squirm and gasp in pleasure. Then it tickled at his navel, making him laugh, and lastly, with a gasp, he found that nose nuzzled in the curly hairs at his abdomen.



The kisses against his dark curls made Ritsuka lose breath. How could a kiss there feel so good? He trembled as Soubi\'s mouth moved down to his thigh. Those teeth latched onto his soft skin and bit. Ritsuka yelped.



"Did I hurt you? Tell me when to stop."



The bite came again, and licks and kisses. Ritsuka shook all over. "D-Don\'t stop..." That mouth was on him again, sucking at the sweat on his thighs, nibbling, licking over his freckles, breathing hotly at his dark hair. "Ohhh...Sou...bii..." Ritsuka found that his body was thrusting up into the sensations, up until his crotch was pushed against Soubi\'s face, that long hair brushing Ritsuka\'s chest and thighs.



"Soubi...m-more..."



He wasn\'t sure what he was asking for, but he knew it would be good, it would bring this delicious feeling in him. He felt it curl up in his body, swirling and pushing, thrusting into him and making him pant and moan. Pleasure. He was addicted to it, begging for it, saying, "Soubi, Soubi, Soubi," as that tongue licked his skin over and over.



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Soubi\'s POV

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"Soubi...m-more..."



That little voice whimpered from above Soubi. He took in the scent of Ritsuka\'s thighs, the sweat, the sweetness of youth. Ritsuka\'s skin was so soft and tender, smooth beneath Soubi\'s fingertips and tongue.



He was not surprised anymore at Ritsuka\'s eagerness, for this was a growing thing. From the first kiss this evening, they had been moving towards this. Soubi was only surprised that he had gotten this far. Should he stop? But Ritsuka wouldn\'t let him. And he did not want to stop, besides. The boy was tugging at Soubi\'s hair now, just a little, to put emphasis on the command.



Soubi sucked more at Ritsuka\'s thighs, blowing hot air over, letting his hair tangle and brush all over Ritsuka in tantalizing sweeps. Then those hands clutched at him again, squeaking, "Soubi!"



Soubi lifted up his head, and he bit back a thousand sounds as he saw the flushed skin and sweat on the body laid out before him. He took a moment to stare at Ritsuka\'s cock, now fully erect. My, and he hadn\'t even touched it yet.



Then, slowly, he sunk his head down and reached his tongue out to taste.



The boy\'s hips leapt up into the air in surprise at that move, and a high-pitched short mewl came from that throat. Soubi did it again, longer this time, and then the taste, and the delicious tension he could feel beneath his hands as he held Ritsuka\'s hips, became too intoxicating.



He gripped those hips harder, even though he knew it would probably bruise the boy, because Ritsuka SQUIRMED. He couldn\'t stop moving! As soon as Soubi\'s breath alone was on him, Ritsuka began to tremble, and as Soubi\'s tongue touched him again in tiny licks, the boy\'s hips rocked back and forth. Soubi allowed his tongue a long lick, sliding it up the whole length, swirling it around the width.



Then he asked, "Ritsuka? Are you alright?"



The boy was panting, and he had his head up now to stare at Soubi. It seemed like he had been watching, or trying to (what he could see past Soubi\'s long curtain of hair). Soubi smirked.



"I...I\'m okay." A blush flared up across that little nose, and Soubi bit his lip to stop his smirk from widening. That cute little blush. Ritsuka didn\'t seem to know what to say next, so he just waved his hand in a gesture that Soubi took as, "continue." He thought the boy probably did not want to feel vulnerable, and that was why he answered so shortly.



He licked again, the underside this time, and was rewarded with a push of those hips and a groan that absolutely dripped with desire. So he opened his mouth and sucked at little intervals, here, there. His tongue took in the balls and sucked one, two, three times. Then he pulled up, and looked at Ritsuka.



He made sure the boy\'s purple eyes were locked with his, and gave a smile. Then his mouth sunk over Ritsuka\'s cock. It glided in, slow. He took it slow on purpose, inch by inch, watching as Ritsuka\'s face changed every few seconds. The boy\'s face went from shock to terror to bliss to need and back again, twice. That was how long it took Soubi to get the whole cock in his mouth. Ritsuka\'s chest heaved in deep breaths, and his feet were cold when they touched Soubi\'s skin, those toes curling in and then uncurling.



When Soubi wriggled his tongue around, the boy jumped again, his eyes wide. He cried out, "Ohh, Soubi!" as Soubi suctioned his lips again and again, and then suckled. By the time he used his teeth the boy was positively thrashing, thrusting his cock up, forward, deeper, plunging it in and out of Soubi\'s mouth.



The boy\'s breath slowed as he sat, watching Soubi for a few moments, watching as his head bobbed, and groaning when that tongue wriggled up the underside, or thrust against the tip, tasting droplets of precome.



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Ritsuka\'s POV

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He enjoyed the look on Soubi\'s face, and the movements of Soubi\'s tongue. As he watched the Fighter pleasure him, gulp him, suck, bite, all for Ritsuka\'s pleasure, Ritsuka shivered at how much he OWNED Soubi. It felt like Soubi would do anything for him. This idea scared Ritsuka and simultaneously did not scare him. He had known for a while now that Soubi was one to be dominated, that he lived for Ritsuka, that he would do whatever Ritsuka commanded, that Ritsuka was dearest to him.



But the full thrust of all this, the intensity and wholeness of it, the power of it, did not really sink into Ritsuka until now, when he could watch the man\'s lips move over his cock.



He felt silly to be thinking this, to be connecting something so special with just his body. But it felt so good, and he wanted more, he wanted Soubi to touch him in all the ways a person could be touched. And to have this man before him, at his least powerful, willing to do anything for him...for once it did not overwhelm Ritsuka, but made him smile. Soubi loved him. Soubi wanted him. Soubi was pleased by him.



He groaned, thrusting forward as Soubi sucked at him harder. Again and again he slid up into that mouth, into the sweet heat and wetness. It felt so good. He had wanted to say something, about how he hadn\'t expected anything with mouths and tongues. But then he had decided to not say it, one because he didn\'t want to sound silly. Two, the mouth felt so good he could barely speak.



As orgasm shuddered through him, he grabbed at Soubi\'s hair, pulling. He felt it roll over him in heavy waves, shaking him, making animal sounds come from his throat. He could feel the heat and wet flood from him and watched as Soubi swallowed. The man\'s adam\'s apple went up and down to swallow the soft white liquid of Ritsuka\'s come.



Ritsuka was happy when, instead of pulling away, Soubi moved to embrace Ritsuka, to lick him a little, to nuzzle his nose in the crook of Ritsuka\'s neck. Ritsuka allowed his ears to be petted, and then sunk into a contented sleep.





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AUTHOR\'S NOTE: It\'s not over yet! More to come. ^__^ Reviews appreciated. :)

Also, if anyone has any suggestions on how I could word things better, or anything like that, please do say. Especially this part, I want to make sure it\'s...intense, and that it works. Does it work? If that makes any sense...O_o