Shadows

SHADOWS



by lordoberon



Part Six



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Soubi’s POV

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Soubi woke up slowly, and laughed when he saw the boy in bed next to him. The blankets were all shoved down to the bottom of the bed, and the boy lay on his stomach, arms sprawled out, his mouth open and leaving drool on the pillow. God, it shouldn’t have been attractive, but it was.





Ritsuka woke up late and they had a quiet lunch together. Soubi looked at the boy across the table, but the boy was intent on eating, it seemed. Soubi was searching for some sign in those purple eyes that Ritsuka was okay after what had happened on Thursday. He was glad Ritsuka had gotten all that sleep; the boy needed it.



Just looking at Ritsuka made Soubi get up to put tea on; tea made people feel better, Soubi had discovered long ago, and he wasn’t sure if it would make Ritsuka feel better, but he hoped so. After putting the kettle on he sat back down again.



Suddenly the boy stood up, shaking wet droplets from his just-washed hair. He stepped around the table and grabbed Soubi’s hand, dragging him to sit on the bed.



“Ritsuka?”



“I wanted to tell you something, Soubi. Remember our conversation on cat ears and tails?”



Soubi looked down at the boy, and nodded. Where is this going?



The boy opened his mouth about to say something, but then he seemed suddenly at a loss. A flush spread from his cheeks down his neck, and Soubi’s gaze followed that red blush. The boy was wearing the clothes from Thursday again, refusing clothes that Soubi had offered him to wear. Why he was intent on wearing his own clothes, Soubi didn’t know. Maybe it was one of Seimei’s weird teachings still left over, ingrained in Ritsuka’s head.



Looking at Ritsuka for so long, waiting for the boy to get the courage to say whatever he needed to say, distracted Soubi from thoughts in general. He started to stare at the way the boy’s eyelashes curled and fell on that gentle curving cheek. There were veins in Ritsuka’s arms that Soubi followed, before his eyes were caught by the dip of Ritsuka’s navel visible from a tear in the boy’s shirt. He wanted to reach over and hold the boy, and for once, Soubi did what he wanted to do.



With a grin at Ritsuka’s yelp of surprise, Soubi reached over and grabbed Ritsuka by the belt, and sliding down onto the bed he heaved Ritsuka to sit on top of him, over his lap.



“Tell me,” he said, staring up into those glowing purple eyes.



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Ritsuka’s POV

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Ritsuka had been about to tell Soubi about the tingling feeling, but then he got embarrassed. How to word it? How would Soubi react? He didn’t know what to do, what to say, except that his night doing that in Soubi’s bed, combined with his jealousy towards Kio, and still recovering from the beating on Thursday, was all making Ritsuka’s thoughts a jumble in his head. It was very frustrating. He was in the midst of getting silently furious with himself when suddenly Soubi grabbed him around the waist, lay down, and now here he sat atop Soubi. His sour mood brightened immediately.



Forget talking, Ritsuka thought. It’s…it’s too hard. Not because it’s Soubi. I can talk to him, only him, it seems sometimes. But some things are easier done…and not said?



Ritsuka slowly moved so his body lay over Soubi’s. He realized how good it felt to have Soubi under him, how strong it made him feel.



I don’t even need to be fighting other guys to feel strong…I feel strong lying over Soubi like this, with control and dominance. He would follow my every order. This feels strong, and it doesn’t bring about anything bad. And Soubi wouldn’t let me misuse this power or let it eat away at me like the anger was doing…he likes it when I take control over him.



With this in mind, Ritsuka bent down and gave Soubi a kiss, slow and longing. The man’s fingers slid every so lightly down Ritsuka’s torso, making Ritsuka shiver. Those hands stopped at their rest over Ritsuka’s hips like they had been before. Soubi’s tongue was eager and forceful in Ritsuka’s mouth, understanding that Ritsuka was expressing himself through physicality. Ritsuka couldn’t help it, that tongue was so gratifying: he let a moan out, and in response Soubi’s fingers tightened against Ritsuka’s waist, ten digits pressing into Ritsuka’s skin and making his senses aware of a growing fire within him.



Ritsuka pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Soubi. The man looked beautiful lying down like this, his blonde hair in a mess haloing his head. Those long fingers were still on Ritsuka’s hips, solid and comforting. Ritsuka copied Soubi, putting his hands over Soubi’s hips. Then, he just couldn’t resist. His fingers grabbed the hem of Soubi’s cotton shirt and pulled. Each second in which more and more skin was revealed had Ritsuka’s heartbeat thudding quickly. Soubi moved his arms so that Ritsuka could whisk the shirt off, and then Soubi put his hands back where they had been.



Ritsuka was going with instinct, going with the flow, doing whatever came to mind. But for a second when he bumped his sore ankle he thought, Maybe I should be resting, holed up in bed again. I’m surprised Soubi isn’t encouraging it, isn’t stopping me from doing this. He follows my orders, but he doesn’t let me do stupid stuff. That alcohol drinking was stupid, and I felt bad about it. That’s why I almost told Soubi. This, though…



He looked into Soubi’s eyes, lost in that brilliant blue. This makes me happy, like nothing has in a very long time. And how can I just rest, when the image of him naked keeps whirling through my head?



Now that the shirt was off, Ritsuka’s hands were on Soubi’s now bare chest. I’ve waited a long time to do this, he realized.



Again the teakettle wailed, and again, again Soubi got up to turn it off. Ritsuka turned to see if Kio was going to knock and walk in again, déjà vu, but he didn’t. So Ritsuka looked back at Soubi.



The man was reaching for cups from the cupboard, but Ritsuka had different ideas altogether. Slithering off the bed he walked to Soubi and grabbed the man’s hands before the cups could be reached.



“Soubi…”



“Yes, Ritsuka?”



Ritsuka pulled the man down for another kiss, this one hot and fast and passionate. Ritsuka spoke between hot, licking moments in which he caught his breath between a series of kisses. The words came out in a long, lustful and groaning sort of tone. “Soubi…I…got the tingly feeling….with my ears and tail…so…they’re…going to leave soon…and…”



The boy paused for a long breath, panting, and then he growled out as he pushed Soubi back against a wall, “I want you.”



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Soubi’s POV

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Why hadn’t he ever known Ritsuka could be like this? Mmm, the boy was so good. That lavender smell was strong and sharp in Soubi’s nose. It had washed over him from carrying Ritsuka’s home, spread to his bed sheets, and now here it was again, making him shiver.



Soubi was relieved that whatever anger Ritsuka had been holding onto was now only a dying, remembered urge. It had been unhealthy for Ritsuka. And now, it seemed Ritsuka’s new outlet for aggression and power and strength was Soubi. Soubi liked it, as those decisive hands slid down his arms, and that mouth drifted from over his to lick at his ear. The sensation made him moan.



He had allowed Ritsuka to think about what he was doing, pretending he cared about the tea, when really all he wanted was for Ritsuka to dominate him. It had been glorious to see that look of want in Ritsuka’s eyes. For a moment Soubi had felt guilty when Ritsuka mentioned the tingling feeling. He had forgotten about the existence of that, since his ears had left him so long ago, but now he remembered. So the tingling feeling had come upon Ritsuka because of what Soubi had done with Ritsuka while the boy slept. How interesting. Soubi almost wanted to tell Ritsuka, because the boy probably wondered, but…



The rest of the thought slid away from Soubi’s mind as Ritsuka’s voice spoke, from where he was determinedly making his red mark on Soubi’s neck. “Soubi…is this okay?”



Soubi wasn’t sure what he meant. The whole thing? The tongue? Having Ritsuka’s body pushing him against a wall? All of the above was just fine with Soubi. He could feel every tense muscle of Ritsuka’s pressed against his lower body, those long legs, and the cat tail slid perhaps absentmindedly up and down Soubi’s thigh. That touch was making Soubi pant in anticipation. The tongue was slick and hot against Soubi’s skin, thrusting hard one moment, soft the next, eliciting moans from Soubi. Ritsuka’s cat ears twitched in response to his moan, and Soubi said hoarsely, “Ritsuka…mmph…use your teeth.”



Ritsuka listened. His teeth scraped a trail down Soubi’s chest. Those slim, curious hands stopped sliding over Soubi’s arms and were on his belly. They moved slowly, touching Soubi’s flesh in a way so wanting, so careful, that it left Soubi breathless. He moaned as Ritsuka’s tongue flicked over one of his nipples even as the boy’s fingers found the other, rubbing circles around it with his thumb.



Skin was something Soubi was curious to touch, too, even though he had secretly already touched Ritsuka before. He pushed the sleeves of Ritsuka’s shirt off the boy’s shoulders, ripping the buttons from the shirt. They both laughed as the buttons fell to the floor in a series of ping ping sounds. Then Ritsuka’s teeth were nibbling at Soubi’s nipples, interrupted by swipes of that hot tongue. Ritsuka liked to use his tongue, Soubi realized, because there was something intense about the slow, forceful way he put it to use that went beyond the less poignant effect of fingers.



The boy purred against Soubi’s chest when Soubi’s hands slid slowly down his back, and when his fingers tickled down the spine, Ritsuka arched his back like a cat, and the purr was a lower, sexier sound rumbling from him. The boy’s breath was hot and frantic as Soubi let his hand fall down to Ritsuka’s bottom, groping.



“S-Soubi!”



This was the response when Soubi slid his fingers down the length of Ritsuka’s tail. Soubi had touched Ritsuka’s ears before, many times, but never his tail. As he stroked the thing harder, Ritsuka’s purr became a hungry growl. The boy became shaky and wanting. He slid his body up Soubi’s all of a sudden, making Soubi gasp at the friction.



Then his arms were around Soubi’s neck and his feet were skidding up, and suddenly one of his legs was around Soubi’s waist, the other bent so that Soubi was carrying their combined weight. That left leg was curled in, and Soubi could feel the tense muscles of Ritsuka’s thigh against his own. That thigh began to scrape against his leg again and again as Ritsuka grinded his body against Soubi, rubbing his hips and groin against Soubi’s.



Soubi found his breath getting shorter and shorter as the boy’s body rubbed over him. This strange, animal-like response was making Soubi surprisingly hard. Seeing the boy lose control like that, and at the slightest thing, was arousing. This reaction, the purring in response to cat-ear fondling, and Ritsuka’s lusty dream made Soubi wonder, did Ritsuka realize how sexual he was? How seductive? Soubi hadn’t even realized how hungry the boy was for this until he had played with the boy in his sleep.



Slowly, Soubi made his strokes less, and then put his hand back over Ritsuka’s bottom. The boy stopped growling and simply hung on. But the purr still rumbled in his chest, and Soubi’s cock was now hard and pressing up against the boy’s thigh.



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AUTHOR'S NOTE: More coming soon! Reviews appreciated!