The Mark of Loveless

THE MARK OF LOVELESS



by lordoberon





Chapter Five



_______________________________________________Soubi\'s POV______________________



Soubi had been lying there, waiting, when suddenly Ritsuka turned around.



The boy had an intense, fiery look in his eyes. Soubi wondered if the boy was angry with him. Perhaps he would be punished? Oh, to be punished by Ritsuka...Soubi almost groaned aloud at the thought. Scenarios came into his head, and they were all good. God, god...he wanted to tell Ritsuka all his ideas, so he could see the boy blush furiously and be angry with him. There was something addicting and seductive about seeing Ritsuka angry.



"You should have told me, Soubi. You should have told me you were there. How long were you watching, Soubi?"



Soubi took this as permission to speak. "Not very long. I simply came to visit, and when I arrived you were...busy. I didn\'t mean to interrupt. I don\'t disapprove, you know. I think it\'s healthy to do, and if I help you to feel satisfied, then that\'s good. I am very grateful to mean so much."



A red blush spilled across Ritsuka\'s cheeks, making Soubi want to ravish the boy then and there. Ritsuka paused, thinking for a moment, and then said, "Soubi, I want you down on your knees. On the floor. Now."



Soubi had rarely heard Ritsuka use this tone before. It was biting, demanding. It was very authoritative and commanding, expecting no less. To hear the Sacrifice, the Master, Ritsuka speaking in such a fashion...it sent shivers up Soubi\'s entire body.



He slid off the bed and bent down on all fours.



Suddenly a small hand was sliding up his leg from behind, trailing all the way up his pant leg until it reached the tent in his trousers. Those fingers softly traced the bulge there, and then stopped.



"Spread your legs, Soubi."



Soubi obeyed, and then his Master was sliding on the floor below him, and Ritsuka\'s hand was pulling down the zipper of his pants. They were pushed down to his knees. Then that small mouth was over his boxers, licking slowly at the hardness through the cloth. Soubi groaned, trying not to thrust as that eager little tongue slid all over the place, up and down. Then that mouth took in the head and sucked a moment, before pulling away. Soubi was left even more aroused than before, gasping and fidgety.



He heard the sounds of drawers opening and shutting, and clothes shuffling around. When he was given the command, "Stand up, Soubi," he turned around to see Ritsuka standing before him, now wearing different clothes. The boy was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of tight pants. Mmm.



Ritsuka grabbed at the front of Soubi\'s coat, saying, "Take this off." Soubi shrugged out of it.



"This, too." Insistent little hands grabbed at his shirt buttons, twisting until a couple popped off. Hurriedly Soubi unbuttoned the shirt, and Ritsuka whisked it from his wrists and tossed it to the floor. In the same motion he pushed Soubi up to a wall, and yanked Soubi down for a vicious kiss.



Soubi could feel that body squirming against him. Ritsuka unconsciously pushed against Soubi and grinded his body against Soubi\'s. Or perhaps it was consciously? Perhaps Ritsuka was taking the term Master to heart, and being the dominant one? As he should. Soubi was titillated by his own lack of control, by the way his every move was dictated to him.



A small hand grabbed his chin and pulled down, and Soubi found himself being kissed very ferociously. Those little teeth nibbled and nipped at his bottom lip until it bled, and then sucked up the blood. Then that warm tongue was in his mouth, and Soubi moaned at the touch.



Ritsuka pulled back from the kiss, leaving Soubi wanting more. That pouty full little mouth kissed all over Soubi, his neck, his ears, down his chest, biting at his nipples, even giving little nibbles to his cock in his trousers. It took all of Soubi\'s control to not take the boy again, to not thrust his hips towards that lovely mouth, to not grab at Ritsuka convulsively when the boy\'s mouth did something especially good.



The boy was still angry, somehow, venting out the frustrations of the day on Soubi\'s body. His fists pulled at Soubi\'s hair and grabbed at Soubi\'s body roughly, his teeth fierce and his tongue pushing so insistently, so wantonly. Soubi did not think about why, he just knew that he enjoyed the rough touch, more so than he had anything else.



Finally Ritsuka pulled back. He put his hand over his chin and scratched thoughtfully, gazing at Soubi. His eyes, Soubi noticed, were drawn especially to the crotch.



"You like that, hmm, Soubi?"



"Yes."



"Do you want me to punish you? For not immediately looking away?"



The boy had a strange smirk on his face after saying it. That look made Soubi\'s face flush, and his fingers scrabble to get a hold of something, so he wouldn\'t fall over. That look was lust and naughtiness. Something must have given Ritsuka these ideas - the Internet, perhaps. Soubi didn\'t know. But he liked it very much.



Soubi sunk to his knees, and inclined his head towards Ritsuka. "Please. Please punish me. Punish me for watching you. Punish me for loving you too much. Punish me for asking you to punish me, when I know that you don\'t like to hurt people."



Ritsuka\'s hands were a little shaky, and he frowned. But then he bent to put his hands on knees and look straight in Soubi\'s face. "You want to be punished, so it\'s not the same. I..." His fists clenched. "I don\'t want you to watch me like that again! It\'s not nice, Soubi."



Soubi nodded his head. He watched as his master walked around the room, seeming to be looking for something. One by one he picked up various objects, and then put them down - pens, pencils, ribbons. Once he shuffled in his chest of drawers, and then his closet, and returned with a grumble and a frown.



Finally, he took out from his school bag a box, and in it found a ruler. He took out another one, and then taped the two firmly together. Then, after a bit more searching, he added to the ensemble a couple pencils and pens and a tube of glue. The effect was a strange-looking rodlike stick.



The boy put down the strange handmade instrument and went to sit on the bed. He sat looking at Soubi, humming to himself.



"Hmm. I can\'t decide, Soubi. How do I punish you?"



Soubi moved to sit down beside Ritsuka on the bed. "Hands sometimes work best."



He saw Ritsuka\'s look of curiousity, and the tilt of the head that asked for explanation. So he slid around and lay down on the bed. Then, slowly, he peeled the last couple of layers of clothing from his sweaty body. A soft groan escaped him as his cock was freed from confinements, and he saw Ritsuka looking.



Soubi thought for a moment, and then said, "Wait."



He took a couple ties from Ritsuka\'s school drawer, and stood up by the foot of the bed. Planting his feet firmly, he said, "Tie me."



With comprehension dawning in his eyes, Ritsuka took hold of the ties. After a bit of trying different things, he ended up tying Soubi\'s wrists to one of the rods of his bed. With one tie he did that, and with another, tied Soubi\'s wrists together tightly. Gently he put his hand on Soubi\'s shoulder and pushed, saying, "Kneel. Bend at the waist. Keep your back straight. Arms up. Your head hangs down."



So Soubi positioned himself like this, crouched down like a dog, his butt in the air, his head down between his arms, which strained upwards towards the bed rod. He knew after a while of this, his shoulders would ache, and his arms, too. But Soubi welcomed the pain.



Ritsuka did not give any warning, or prepare Soubi in any way. That small hand came down, and slapped Soubi\'s ass. One. Two. Three. Again, again. Ritsuka switched hands, and sides, and as he gained confidence, he hit faster, and harder.



Soubi groaned at the sensation. Those small hands were hitting him, harder, harder, palms and fingers slapping down on one cheek, then the other. He could feel their imprints in the soft globes of his ass, he could tell they were red. The pain began to sting more and more, and then became a constant thing. As Ritsuka hit harder, Soubi shook in his bonds, groaning in delight, his hairs standing on end. He shook his head back and forth.



"Soubi, tell me when to stop." Ritsuka\'s breath was panting, and the sound of that alone had Soubi biting his lip to stop from crying out. He could feel his arousal painfully hard and hot.



Suddenly he heard Ritsuka\'s moving, and the slaps stopped. Soubi jumped as a tongue suddenly licked over one of the painful spots.



"Soubi...it\'s all red. Does it hurt?"



Soubi gasped out, "Yes. But...I like it."



That mouth was sucking, creating a welt on his ass. Soubi smiled. He would feel it when he sat.



He heard Ritsuka moving around again, and then suddenly he was hit, this time not by a hand. It was something sharper, rougher, flat and hard. Soubi gasped at the pain, groaning. It was the ruler. The strikes came fast, staccato, like a dance, and then slow again. He realized he had begun to jolt his hips back and forth, making a rhythm of his own.



The ruler fell to the floor with a clatter. What now?



Suddenly he felt the soft heat of cloth over his ass, and the weight of Ritsuka sitting on him. He heard a soft swish and buckle, and then Ritsuka\'s cock, delicious and hard, was positioned by his ass.



"Soubi..." the boy\'s voice shook. "Can I do this?"



"Yes. Just...there. Yes. Push."



"Will it hurt you...badly?"



"No. Go ahead."



His breath came in pants as slowly, inch by inch, Ritsuka thrust his cock up Soubi\'s ass. It was a firm and pulsing weight inside Soubi. So hot. So hard. He whimpered as Ritsuka began to pull out. God, it felt GOOD. He hadn\'t felt this good in a long time.



"Ritsuka..."



The boy was gasping as he slowly increased the tempo. One...two...three...Soubi lost count of the thrusts and was pushing his hips back against Ritsuka. His forehead was sweaty and he shook the hair from his face, gribbing the rods of Ritsuka\'s bed beneath clammy fingers. He felt the pains sting through his wrists as the cloth tying his hands together rubbed his skin raw.



Ritsuka began to push harder, faster, and Soubi felt like he was flying. He had to bite back loud shouts and moans, and tasted the blood in his mouth. Ritsuka was a beautiful writhing, sinuous body above him, the skin slick and hot as it coasted and swept over Soubi\'s back against and again. He smiled at the touch of those small fingers on his hips, and then groaned as Ritsuka shoved especially hard.



He heard Ritsuka laugh a little, and then moan with him, as Soubi whimpered in reaction to Ritsuka\'s cock hitting his prostate. The boy hit it again and again, and Soubi could feel that small body trembling.



"Ritsuka...Ritsuka, I love you..."



"I love you too...Soubi!"



Soubi drowned in pleasure as Ritsuka shoved in one last time, and then he came. He shivered as the boy did the same and then collapsed atop him.



They lay like that for a while. Soubi felt a slow smile coming to his face. This was wonderful, to be like this with Ritsuka. He felt a huge affection swelling inside him for the boy. When the boy got up and untied Soubi from his bonds, Soubi stood up and encircled Ritsuka in a hug. Gently he brushed his hands down Ritsuka\'s back, smelling the sweet scent of Ritsuka\'s hair.



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AUTHOR\'S NOTE: Thanks for reading! Last chapter is next.