Shadows

AUTHOR\'S NOTE: Sorry this took forever! I didnt\' know what to write, and suddenly got a burst of inspiration. I think the last chapter will be the next. :D



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SHADOWS



Part Six



by lordoberon



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Ritsuka’s POV

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After such a sudden response to having his tail rubbed, Ritsuka was a little embarrassed. He could feel a flush burning his cheeks and flooding down to his chest, and when he looked up he saw Soubi’s gaze on that flush.



Those eyes were so intent on him. When he heard Soubi’s moans in response to him, Ritsuka felt shivers slither their way down his back. His tail had already felt sensitive and tingly just from hearing Soubi’s sounds. Then the man had put his hands on the tail and…and…whoa. Ritsuka had his hands on Soubi’s stomach and stared at his hands, trying to get his breath back and not feel so very embarrassed. As he stared at his hands he noticed the scars beneath them, and that made him realize, Soubi had a lot of scars. They were little pale, barely visible white X’s and O’s and all sorts of shapes and lines on Soubi.



This is the real meaning of the word Fighter, I guess. He fights, no matter what the circumstance.



A bubble of pride in Soubi and happiness that this Fighter was his swelled inside Ritsuka. He smiled a little, and before he could stop it this fuzzy sort of purr came from his throat. Beneath his hands Soubi’s torso stretched a little, and Ritsuka, listening closely, could hear a hitched, breathy sort of moan come from Soubi’s lips.



What was more urgent though was Soubi’s arousal. With that little movement, Ritsuka felt that hard length pressing against him. The boy gulped and his ears swiveled quickly around and around. I..I…want that, he thought abruptly. Yes. He wanted it. He wanted to touch Soubi everywhere, and put his tongue in every delicious spot possible.



For a quick second Ritsuka glanced up at Soubi’s eyes and saw the fire of lust there, and just seeing it made his breath quicken and the tingle of pleasure plunge deeper to all parts of his body. The boy closed his eyes then, and tightened his hands on Soubi’s waist. Soubi’s hands were still on his bottom, and when Ritsuka moved a little they shifted with him. Slowly Ritsuka’s tail inched over Soubi’s hands like a worm, over, over, even as the boy shifted his hips so that he was standing sideways.



And with a tentative little breath and trembling hands now clenched at his sides, Ritsuka moved his tail over Soubi. The black fur swept up to Soubi’s belt, tickling the man’s stomach a little. He heard Soubi’s sharp intake of breath in reaction. With his eyes closed tightly Ritsuka moved his tail down to glide over the tent in Soubi’s trousers.



Soubi moaned in response, chuckling a little. Was that good? Ritsuka hoped it was, for it made him feel oddly a bit more courageous. He moved his body again, turning, so that now his back was to Soubi. And with a pleased “Mmm” sound he sunk back into Soubi’s arms. Those lean arms went around him, and he could feel Soubi’s long hair against his back and shoulders. Soubi groaned in response to having Ritsuka’s butt against him, right there. His own state of arousal making his breath ragged and his cock hard, Ritsuka put his hands on Soubi’s hips, digging his fingers into the skin. He noticed Soubi didn’t mind the pain. With a push of his hands Ritsuka slid his body upward.



Soubi moaned and held Ritsuka tighter, and a sharp “oh!” came from Ritsuka’s mouth. It felt good to have that hard length nestled against his butt, sliding between his legs. It made his limbs feel a bit jelly-like and he felt like his heart was suddenly located in his cock because all the pounding and twitching was going on down there.



Ritsuka had his body plastered against Soubi’s, his back touching Soubi’s torso, their sweat mingling and a pulsing, charged heat surrounding them. Every movement was a new discovery. The muscles of Soubi’s arms were pressed against Ritsuka and he liked them there, solid and comforting, and Soubi’s belly was flat and perfect.



Like some sort of magician Soubi sensed the jelly feeling in Ritsuka’s limbs. Giving up the sensation of their bodies pressed together like this, he bent down and lifted Ritsuka up. One arm went around Ritsuka’s waist and the other under his knees, and Ritsuka had to fling an arm out to Soubi’s shoulders to try and gain some sort of balance. But it didn’t work, he missed. So he laughed as he hung loosely in Soubi’s arms. Soubi laughed, too, those blue eyes bright. Then with a plop he deposited Ritsuka on the bed.



Then, in a very Soubi way as if waiting for some order, the man just stood there. It was up to Ritsuka, who said, “idiot” as he did so, to get Soubi to move. He grabbed Soubi’s hands and pulled, and when Soubi was lying on the bed beside him he said, “There.”



The boy turned over to stare at Soubi and smile sweetly.



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Soubi’s POV

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It was odd. One moment the boy was pressing that round bottom up against Soubi’s cock, clearly enjoying it, and the next he was here, lying next to Soubi, and giving Soubi the most innocent boyish smile.



But Soubi liked the mix. If Ritsuka were too much one or the other, innocent or sexual, he wouldn’t be as endearing. The mix and switching from one to the other was almost kinky and weird, and Soubi had always liked kinky and weird. He couldn’t settle for anyone normal.



Soubi smiled in an equally tender way at Ritsuka, albeit with a teasing glint in his eye. He couldn’t help but be a bit teasing. The boy was much more innovative than Soubi had thought he would be. It was Ritsuka who had chosen that interesting, oh-so-explicatory positioning earlier, and it was Ritsuka who had so fiercely pushed Soubi up against the wall and said, “I want you.”



Ritsuka was the Sacrifice, the Master, so it was right that he take charge. Soubi enjoyed having Ritsuka be in charge. It was exciting. There was always the question of, what would Ritsuka do next?



With that sweet smile still on his face, Ritsuka slid up on the bed until his mouth was by Soubi’s ear, and promptly stuck his tongue there. Soubi moaned and shut his eyes tight as the now familiar, once foregone haze of pleasure squirmed its way up his body. Somehow, it felt extra good because it was Ritsuka, Ritsuka who was biting and licking his way down Soubi’s torso, and who was now rolling to lie back on the bed as Soubi gave him a deep, passionate kiss.



The boy arched his body upward, mewling softly, as Soubi’s tongue circled around a nipple. “S-Soubi…” he gasped. In sleep the boy’s body had been so still, but with Soubi’s hovering over him, fingertips stroking up his body ever so lightly, and Soubi’s tongue on him, Ritsuka was a wriggling, gasping mess. But Soubi liked that it was like this, urgent and moaning, instead of some calm affair.



Ritsuka groaned loudly when Soubi sucked at a nipple hard, teasing it with gentle nibbles of his teeth. He did the same for the other, and then his tongue was creating a wet path down Ritsuka’s torso. The boy’s tail was twitching from its place curled by his thigh, and he had his smooth, soft hands in Soubi’s hair, on Soubi’s shoulders, trembling fingertips curling over Soubi’s ears.



A rumbling, wanting purr started up from Ritsuka when Soubi’s tongue explored the boy’s belly. He left gentle bites on the boy’s stomach, reveling in the sweet smell and taste of Ritsuka’s skin. The boy’s skin was soft in youth, flesh sweet and sensitive to any touch. As he continued to do this gentle, experimental biting around Ritsuka’s navel, Soubi slid his hand up Ritsuka’s right leg.



He knew that the boy was aware of and enjoying this mix of sensation when the boy gasped the moment Soubi’s hand reached his knee. With a smile, Soubi let his hand creep slowly upward. The boy was taking in deep breaths of air now, and Soubi could feel that whole body trembling in Ritsuka’s effort not to squirm. The cat tail thumped softly against the bed over and over, pounding harder and faster the higher Soubi’s hand reached.



With the lavender smell of Ritsuka in his nose, and saliva of desire a froth in his mouth, Soubi lifted his head. His hand stopped moving. Ritsuka had his eyes closed, but at this sudden pause in movement from Soubi, he opened them. Those purple eyes were hooded with lust, the bottom lip red from Ritsuka’s teeth having bitten it. The boy’s chest rose up and down rapidly, and he swallowed hard as he stared at Soubi, the adam’s apple moving slowly. A sheen of sweat covered the boy’s skin. His nipples were pink and hard from Soubi’s previous suckling.



Soubi let his gaze drop down again. He bent his head low to breathe softly on Ritsuka’s skin, knowing that just that alone was maddening. He could see how eagerly the boy’s body was waiting. Gently he laid his hand over that firm bulge, hearing Ritsuka’s gasp. He put his thumb by the zipper of the black jeans and brushed it up and down, pressing a little harder, asking.



The sudden thrust of the boy’s hips up, up into his hand and he could feel the pulsing heat there, was a definite yes. But to make it even more clear for his Fighter the boy tugged on strands of long blonde hair, saying, “Soubi!”



Soubi licked his lips.



When his head moved down and his mouth pressed against that sensitive area, Ritsuka made a small whimpering sound in his throat. Soubi’s every sense was hyper-aware in that moment, taking in Ritsuka’s sounds, feeling the boy’s sweat and skin under his fingers, the rough scrape of the black jeans, that intoxicating scent. The gold metal was tangy and cold in his mouth as he took the zipper in his teeth.



With a simple turning of his head the zipper was undone. Soubi put his fingers through the belt loops with an indulgent, eager smile. When the jeans were off, tossed over the foot of the bed, he drank in the sight of the boy’s thighs. They were as soft to touch as he remembered, tapping his five fingers in a tense, energy-charged dance over the skin. Ritsuka’s legs were long and seductive, his toes wiggling a little in that funny habit of his.



Soubi replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking red marks on Ritsuka’s thigh. He laughed at how much Ritsuka’s leg trembled. The boy’s voice came from above him, low and husky. Just the sound of it like that made Soubi aware of his cock and its needs in a breath-stealing second.



“Soubi, d-don’t laugh.”



The boy’s hands tugged harder at Soubi’s hair, and Soubi “mmm”ed against the boy’s skin. Then just as his hand had done earlier, he moved his tongue up in a teasing way. Ritsuka’s legs slid upward a little, and then Soubi could feel the boy’s heels sliding down his back. The boy had his knees open wide and his legs up around Soubi’s neck, the firm calves against his back, those feet hooked together, and the heels touching the small of Soubi’s back.



It was delightful to be able to put his hands at the back of Ritsuka’s thighs. The boy let out a shaky breath and a groan as Soubi’s cheek brushed against his hard length. Soubi’s own cock was aching but he ignored its pleading, and slid his tongue up under Ritsuka’s shorts to glide over the balls. The boy made loud sounds in response, and began to rock his hips up, his twitching cock brushing up against Soubi’s cheek again in a move reminiscent of that first time Soubi had done this to Ritsuka, while the boy slept.



Eagerly, in an aroused sort of stupor, Ritsuka moved his legs so that Soubi could strip him of his last article of clothing. When it was done, Soubi looked up at Ritsuka and whispered softly, “Ritsuka…you are beautiful.”



He was rewarded with another of those shy blushes. This made him smile. He moved his tongue slowly, reverently up Ritsuka’s cock, letting the wet muscle slide up the hard length. Ritsuka’s breath was quickening, and when Soubi ran his tongue down the length on the underside, those heels dug into his back painfully hard, the boy’s whole body shuddered, and another of those whimpers made the hair on Soubi’s body stand on end.



Soubi began to give Ritsuka’s cock gentle, licking kisses. Three down and up the length, one in the soft curling hair, and then he put his mouth over the head. He sucked for a moment, swirling his tongue around and around. A moan of his own filled his body as he moved his head down to suck at the tight sacs. Every breath ghosting through his lips was filled with lust. His body was flooded with it, overwhelmed by it, paused and slain by it as his mouth touched Ritsuka and Ritsuka responded wonderfully.



“Soubi…unnhh…you’re…moving….too SLOW!”



Soubi laughed at the boy’s tone, sensing the begging and pleading beneath it that Ritsuka would not admit. Obediently, he put his tongue over the head again, and then slid his lips over the head. Like a piece of poetry, like a completed painting, like a puzzle piece fitting together, his mouth glided over Ritsuka’s cock, taking it all in.



With that final touch to this intricacy, this fulfilling of Soubi’s body, his mind, his soul, Soubi began to move in a different way. He decided to be more aggressive. Ritsuka shouted in surprise as Soubi’s tongue swirled around his cock with sudden speed. And then he would slow, and lap at the head, and Ritsuka sighed in response. Then his body would tighten again, his sounds echoing through the apartment, when Soubi’s mouth sunk lower over his cock again.



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Ritsuka’s POV

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As soon as Ritsuka’s felt that hot wet sensation, he had been drowning in waves after waves of bliss. He had thought Soubi’s mouth was good when it kissed his, and it was, but it was nothing like Soubi’s mouth on him there.



Soubi’s tongue gliding over his sensitive skin was like…like nothing Ritsuka really had words for. It made his limbs feel heavy and the most animal like, rumbling sounds and purrs come from his throat. Coherent thought left him altogether and he was a mess, sobbing Soubi’s name, shouting, whimpering. When Soubi’s mouth left him for a moment he arched his body up, feeling empty at the loss. The heat became an overwhelming, scary thing that surrounded him, instead of a comforting, sexual caress, when he lost Soubi’s tongue on his skin.



With his fists in the sheets and his tail rubbing against his thigh, Ritsuka moaned, “Please, Soubi…please, please…!”



And he wasn’t at all ashamed, because he knew that it drove Soubi mad, to hear him beg. Soubi might think that he should be begging, as the Fighter, but Ritsuka knew that Soubi was turned on to know how much Ritsuka wanted him. To know that if Ritsuka didn’t get what he wanted, he was going to go crazy, or fight for what he wanted.



Soubi wanted to see Ritsuka fight for it, though. He wanted to have Ritsuka make him do it, to dominate him, to be the Master and make Soubi follow orders. So because Ritsuka knew Soubi, and knew that Soubi could just do it because he wanted to, but preferred to be dominated, Ritsuka became forceful.



Ritsuka pushed his body up and bowled into Soubi, making them roll over the edge of the foot of the bed to land, panting, on the floor, with Ritsuka on top of Soubi. He could already see how hungry Soubi was, even more so than before, at this move. When he was younger he would’ve thought, I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t understand, but he understood Soubi now. Soubi liked to be the begger, the one being teased, the one being punished. So it was up to Ritsuka to reverse this situation and make it like Soubi liked. He wanted to please Soubi, and besides, he was curious.



So he pushed Soubi over, gasping at the sensation as, in an interesting alternative, it was Soubi’s bottom pushing up against his hard, throbbing cock. The man was curled on the floor on his hands and knees, and Ritsuka was kneeling over him, his torso bent over Soubi’s, the man’s trouser pockets tickling his hard cock. Slowly, experimentally, Ritsuka began to move. He pushed his body closer to Soubi’s, and put his hands over Soubi’s arms. His chin nudged aside Soubi’s hair so that his mouth could touch Soubi’s shoulder.



They both groaned as Ritsuka rocked his hips up and down, making his length slide over Soubi again and again. The boy gasped as his cock nestled between the two cheeks for a moment. He stopped, and stood up.



Soubi had his forehead pressed hard against the floor, and those blue eyes looked up at the Sacrifice. “Ritsuka,” he gasped, and the word alone was suffused with so much: with love, with need, with lust and pleading.



Ritsuka bent down and scraped his fingers slowly down Soubi’s back, watching the man’s face change from want, to an agonizing look of lust that made Ritsuka’s heart thump, to an exquisite look of satisfaction.



Taking hold of the man’s shoulder, he pushed Soubi over and knelt beside him. Those eyes were so bright, that mouth so seductive. Just the motion of Soubi’s tongue sliding over his lips was enough to steal Ritsuka’s breath away from him.



“Soubi…I want you…to be very, very still.”



When Ritsuka’s mouth descended over Soubi’s chest, even when he bit hard enough to draw blood the man did not move. When the boy sat down over Soubi and rubbed his cock over Soubi’s groin, the man didn’t move, only groaned. When Ritsuka grabbed his wrists and pulled him up, Soubi moved. But he was very still as Ritsuka placed him on a chair, and tied his hands behind his back and his ankles to the chair. He let Ritsuka put gentle fingers on his forehead and slowly push his head back. He let Ritsuka brush his hair away from his face.



When Ritsuka put his trembling fingers over Soubi’s crotch, he felt a thing akin to ecstasy ripple through him. It was the feeling he had had when Soubi had been licking him, like he was flying closer and closer to some distant point, a point which, when reached, would be some sort of explosion. But it wouldn’t be a destructive one; it would be a glorious one, a creating one. He felt his breath quicken as this feeling came to him again, and stroked Soubi harder.



Ritsuka bent down to kneel between Soubi’s legs, and leaned his head in. He could smell the musky scent of Soubi, mixed with the oil and ink flavor of Soubi’s apartment. A thrill shot through him as he put his lips on the thrusting hardness, giving it a shy kiss.



Then he untied Soubi and led the man back to the bed. He pushed Soubi down and rolled back onto the bed himself, saying, “You have to finish it.”



It was with a renewed eagerness, and a shaking delight at being ordered so fiercely, that Soubi put his hands on Ritsuka’s thighs again, and now his tongue was smacking and lapping at Ritsuka, and his head was moving faster and faster. He licked up the precome with enjoying moans, and when Ritsuka gasped, “Faster, Soubi,” he complied.



The pleasure with rushing at Ritsuka, and he closed his eyes tight. His whole body was tight for a moment, his cock so hard, and then he came. And as Soubi drank he watched, groaning. There was something so seductive about watching Soubi swallow it, those cheeks hollowed, the tongue and throat working. It made Ritsuka want to do it all over again. He felt suddenly older, a little, to want this so much. It seemed like Soubi was the answer to everything.



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NOTE: More coming soon! Reviews appreciated. :D This time I really DO mean more coming soon, since I\'m madly working on this fic.