The Mark of Loveless

THE MARK OF LOVELESS



by lordoberon





Chapter Four



_________Soubi\'s POV____________________________________________________________





(previously)





The mark was fading. He had not noticed it until one day, during an art session with Kio, his neck had begun bleeding. When he went to the bathroom to see to the matter, and took off the bandage, he saw that the mark - BELOVED - was bleeding. It was slowly fading.



A few weeks later, and the mark was a pale grey on Soubi\'s neck. One had to squint to see it. Soubi did not tell Ritsuka, and kept his fear to himself. Why was the mark fading? What did this mean? Had Ritsu-sensei secretly planned this? Did it mean he could not be Ritsuka\'s Fighter anymore?



(back to present)



Soubi looked up when he heard Ritsuka gasp.



"What is it?"



"It\'s...oww...I don\'t know...it hurts...!"



Ritsuka lifted up the hem of his shirt, and then pulled down his pants a little with the other hand. There, emblazoned on his skin by his right hip, was a mark. A name. It was the word LOVE, curved in the shape of a heart, with a black mark striking through it to cancel it out. LOVELESS.



The boy\'s eyes brimmed with tears when he looked up at Soubi. "But...I don\'t want to find another Fighter...Soubi..."



The boy rushed into Soubi\'s open arms, and cried what seemed the rest of the evening. The next week, Soubi was surprised to find Ritsuka surprisingly assertive when they had sex the second time...



_________________________________________________Ritsuka\'s POV__________________





Ritsuka opened up the door to his father\'s house. "Dad, I\'m home!"



"Welcome home, Ritsuka." His dad rounded the corner from the kitchen and stepped into the hallway where Ritsuka was slipping off his shoes. "How was school today?"



It still amazed Ritsuka that someone could care about him as much as his dad did. That someone asked him how school was, and actually wanted to know. Whenever he saw his dad\'s mouth smile, he had to smile, too. Ritsuka liked living with his dad. But right now, school was the least on his mind.



"School was okay, dad. Actually though, I\'m not feeling so great...we had to run in PE today, and I think I got a bit dehydrated. So I\'m just going to bring my water bottle and take a nap."



Ritsuka smiled to reassure his dad. The man smiled back. As soon as his dad was around the corner again, Ritsuka bounded towards the stairs. Ah, privacy! His steps slowed as he came towards the stairway landing, and he paused for a moment to wipe sweat from his brow.



PE had made him extremely sweaty. Luckily it had happened after PE, and not before, or Ritsuka would have been like this during the whole class...he licked his lips, moaning softly. There had been a boy in the locker room, and Ritsuka had glimpsed him changing clothes...



The sight of the boy\'s cock clearly outlined had made Ritsuka dizzy. He had turned away, gulping hard, and tried not to look back. But as he shakily pulled his pants on, and slid the button through the hole, he had glanced back at the boy again. He had stared, and stared, and it seemed his eyes were not able to get their fill. Shakily Ritsuka had slid on his shirt and shoes, and then, before he did something embarassing, he had practically dove out of the gym and started to run home. It was when he reached his own block, sweaty and panting, that he had stopped running, and thought about it.



What did this mean? Was he gay? Was this something that Soubi had awakened within him? Ritsuka thought that maybe he could only lust for Soubi, but apparently not. Oh, but he wanted no one but Soubi...Soubi, and fulfillment.



With fulfillment in mind, Ritsuka now opened the door to his room. He shut the sliding door that led out to his balcony, and put on some music. The bag he threw to the floor, and he neatly plucked his shirt off before sliding into the computer chair.



A couple clacks and taps on the computer, and Ritsuka found what he wanted. He felt a blush burn his cheeks as he looked at the pictures, his eyes taking in the forms of men, men in so many positions. Some were even attractive in a way like Soubi. This really grabbed Ritsuka\'s attention. He got up and sat down on the bed, after setting the pictures to slideshow setting.



His mouth was dry. But he knew he did not need water. He thirsted for something else entirely. Ritsuka was nervous, and still blushing. But he needed this. And Soubi was not here to see. What would Soubi think? He blushed more. Oh, it would be too embarassing if Soubi saw him like this. He banished thoughts of Soubi from his mind.



Before he could rethink it, and go through the rest of the day agonized, Ritsuka slid his hand down and pushed it past his unbuckled belt and unbuttoned trousers. Slowly he stroked his cock. It was hot. And his entire body was sweaty, so sweaty, from the heat outside, the running, the nervousness. He moaned as he wrapped his fingers around his cock more firmly. The wet and heat...it was good. And as he stroked harder, groaning, his cock stiffened more and more.



"S-Soubi..." The name slipped past Ritsuka\'s lips. Oh, he wanted Soubi here after all. He blushed to think of what Soubi would say, but he wanted him here. He wanted to see the lithe form beneath him...to touch that long hair, to kiss those soft lips. He remembered what it was like to have Soubi\'s mouth on him, and began to stroke faster.



The pictures kept going. One. Two. Three. Ritsuka was staring at them, staring hard, memorizing the planes and angles of their hard bodies, gasping at their pleasured expressions and remembering his own experience of having his ears taken from him.



It was becoming too much. Ritsuka felt a warm heat in his belly, and he was shaking. He was bent over now on all fours, his pants pushed down to sit beyond his knees, hand frantically moving to try and give himself satisfaction. But he wanted the heat and wet of Soubi\'s tongue on his skin...on his cock...buried in that place deep down inside him. Ritsuka\'s moans echoed off the walls, covered only by the loud music. His fingers slid all over the slick heat of his throbbing cock, and then cupped at the balls. His thighs were wet, his hand dripping with pre-come.



"SOUBI! Ohh..."



___________________________________________Soubi\'s POV__________________________



(moments ago)...



Soubi did not know why he was walking towards Ritsuka\'s house. It had simply been a feeling that had grabbed hold of him. He had wanted to see Ritsuka, and so had simply got up and started walking.



Now, he was outside the house and if he stepped to the right and looked past the tree, he could see Ritsuka\'s balcony. If he climbed onto the wall, he could see into Ritsuka\'s window. Soubi listened. He could hear music coming from the room. Ritsuka was home. Music was a bit strange, though. Usually the boy sat down for some quiet to do homework, after having an after-school snack and chat with his father. It was usually only in the evenings that Soubi came to visit Ritsuka. The sun would set soon, though.



Perhaps Ritsuka had no homework today, and that was why he had the music going. Still, strange. The boy was a creature of habit and did not like to change things, usually. Soubi decided not to knock or even go through the door. He would check on Ritsuka before announcing himself present. Sometimes Ritsuka got angry if Soubi showed up out of nowhere, and sometimes the anger could cause Ritsuka to not want to see Soubi for a few days.



He stepped onto the balcony. The sliding door was closed, and the curtain had been drawn over, so Soubi could not see inside. He put his ear to the door, and listened.



Soubi had very sensitive ears. It came with being a Fighter, perhaps. He listened, and after a while he thought he heard his name shouted. What was going on? Was Ritsuka in trouble? Soubi did not think the voice sounded scared though. It was some other feeling...he could not quite pinpoint it.



Slowly he slid the sliding door open, and stepped into the room past the curtain.



Across from Soubi was the door to Ritsuka\'s room. Closed. There, in the corner, was the stereo blasting music, and across from it, the bathroom door. To his right was the computer. Soubi only glanced over it, and then turned left.



There on the bed, on all fours, was Ritsuka. His eyes were closed, and he was murmuring Soubi\'s name. His entire body had a sheen of sweat over it, and his hand down his boxers was moving frantically.



The boy opened his eyes and saw Soubi. He came with a gasp, and then rolled over to lie on his back.



In the moments before, Soubi stared at Ritsuka. He was shocked to see the boy so obviously and suddenly attuned with his body, with his lusts. The boy was only twelve, after all. He desired Soubi that much? He, like Soubi, was distracted by the other? Soubi found himself often sitting with someone studying, or in class, when he would realize that he had been thinking of Ritsuka. Or he would sit in his bed at home, much as Ritsuka was now, and lust would fill him. Soubi bit back a groan as he stared at Ritsuka.



The boy\'s shorts were hiked up to reveal the sweat that coated the boy\'s thighs. That hand moved with frantic eagerness, and the sounds spilling from Ritsuka\'s mouth, the moans and the murmurs...Soubi felt his hairs stand on end, and he shook with a sudden need. He gripped the keys in his pocket tightly, resisting the urge to copy Ritsuka and plunge his hand down to grab his suddenly throbbing, hard cock. As Ritsuka murmured his name Soubi became even harder, and then when Ritsuka came, Soubi stepped forward. His lips bit back a moan.



"Ritsuka..."



The boy was catching his breath in noisy, whistly breaths. By the time Soubi\'s slow, cautious steps reached the bed, the boy\'s breath was back to normal. Soubi looked down at the boy. Those eyes were wide, the mouth pouting. A deep red flush burned across Ritsuka\'s nose and cheeks. It was an endearing blush.



Ritsuka slowly reached down and pulled his boxers and pants back on. He scooted himself up the bed and then sat up, leaning against the headboard. He looked at Soubi, and then suddenly remembered something. Soubi watched as the boy bounded over to the computer, and exited the window on the screen that had been open. This made Soubi wonder what the boy had been looking at, but he would not ask.



"Ritsuka - "



"Don\'t say it."



"Hmm?"



Ritsuka looked pained. He was sitting crosslegged on the bed. He gave Soubi this pained grimace, and then sat facing away from Soubi. His arms were crossed over his chest angrily. "Just don\'t say anything." Ritsuka sounded angry.



Soubi wanted to talk, though. He wanted to ask, why were you doing that? Was it because of me? How can I banish your embarassment? Do you want me to leave? This last question almost made him disobey, but he bit his tongue and held it back. He did not want to leave. With no orders to leave, he was going to stay. He just couldn\'t say anything. Ritsuka was his Master. Soubi would follow orders.



Soubi moved forward and stopped when he stood at the edge of the bed. He leaned over and reached out to touch Ritsuka\'s shoulder. The boy grumbled something. Soubi slowly lifted his legs up and clambered onto the bed. He pushed his coat from him, and his boots, and then lay down. Silently he looked at Ritsuka. What was the boy thinking?



________________________________Ritsuka\'s POV___________________________________



He wanted Soubi. He wanted the man to touch him, to kiss him, to slide that tongue all over Ritsuka\'s burning skin. But he was so humiliated. Soubi had seen him doing...that!



That was an act of privacy, an act of one person. It was not meant to be seen by anyone. It was something purely of Ritsuka\'s own mind, something he did for himself and he alone. To have Soubi see him like that was totally embarassing. Soubi knew that Ritsuka wanted him...but still, it made Ritsuka feel so vulnerable to have Soubi hear him, see him doing...that. Ritsuka wanted to be strong. He wanted to be Loveless with Soubi, not alone. If they were both Loveless, than Ritsuka had to be less of a little boy, right? He had lost his ears. He was supposed to be an adult now. Didn\'t that mean being less vulnerable? Not having people see you in embarassing situations?



So he sat with his back to Soubi, and huffed. But secretly he wanted to smile. Soubi lay down behind him. Ritsuka wanted to turn and look at the man, to undress him, to kiss him, to have Soubi do all sorts of things to his body...



Just at the thought, Ritsuka started to feel aroused again. That funny feeling in his belly...and down below...and a catch of breath. He wanted to take control of this situation and not feel so vulnerable. But if he gave in to this, to temptation right behind him, what would it mean? Would Soubi laugh at him?



Ritsuka turned around and looked at Soubi.



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AUTHOR\'S NOTE: Thanks for reading! I\'m uploading these hastily, so they are split differently than the original "Mark of Loveless" was. Therefore some chapter titles might not seem to coincide so much with their content. Sorry!



Reviews appreciated.