Shadows

SHADOWS



Part Nine



by lordoberon





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Soubi’s POV

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The boy’s thighs were slick against Soubi’s. That voice drove Soubi onward, “Faster, Soubi,” “more,” “harder, Soubi.” And when Soubi moved faster, harder, the boy’s cries were music to Soubi’s ears. As Soubi pounded harder into the boy he felt Ritsuka’s legs tighten around him. Ritsuka’s hands were on him, arms around him, and then the boy brought his head up for a kiss and the kiss was vicious, biting and bleeding but Soubi liked it. He liked that Ritsuka had marked him, had given him a cut on his lip that he could look at for the next few days and smile about.



Ritsuka’s body was perfection. If his sounds were sweet, his body was even sweeter. It wasn’t even the soft touches, and nibbling kisses to Soubi’s neck, or the legs tightening against his back and urging him on. It wasn’t even being able to slide his hands down and cup Ritsuka’s bottom that he was thrusting so hard into, or the boy’s bouncing slick cock beneath Soubi’s caressing fingers. It wasn’t even the way Ritsuka’s teeth clamped onto his shoulder and bit down when he hit the prostate.



It was the way his and Ritsuka’s body seemed to meld together, that was ultimate sweetness. It was the passion with which Ritsuka held him with every part of his young body that sent Soubi into heavenly throes. It was the way Ritsuka’s bottom was full and squeezable and soft beneath Soubi’s touches that addicted Soubi. It was how soft and slick and tight Ritsuka’s body was as it held Soubi’s cock, that made the Fighter breathless. It was how Ritsuka’s face contorted in pleasure as Soubi finally took his ears, that made Soubi tear up a little.



Mostly, it was the way in which Ritsuka cried out his name and gasped, “I love you,” that was the ultimate sweetness. He said it like only Ritsuka and Soubi existed, and it was perfection. The meanings behind the words were many: that Ritsuka would give himself to Soubi and let Soubi give himself in return, forever and forever. That Ritsuka had finally realized that no one could love him as much as Soubi did.



Soubi pushed harder into Ritsuka, deeper. The boy let out a long, growling sort of purr that made shivers dance up Soubi’s arms. As his cock drove against that special spot again and again, that was the moment in which Ritsuka’s teeth clamped onto his shoulder. And as he drove harder, Ritsuka’s moans meant he liked it. But what had Soubi barely holding on was how if Soubi struck deep, Ritsuka would bite him. He bit at Soubi’s chest, at Soubi’s nipples. He never seemed to tired, only having more energy. Ah, such was the gift of youth.



Ritsuka’s panting breath came louder in Soubi’s ears at the boy sat up. Soubi moaned as those hands slid down his back down to his bottom, squeezing. The boy pulled himself up to sitting and now their bodies were so close. They were chest to chest, and Ritsuka’s hips were thrusting in response to Soubi’s. Having those little hands on his buttocks, pressing against him, enabled Soubi to angle deeper.



He moved slower, softer. The result was Ritsuka clenching even more tightly around his cock. The sweet lavender smell had a sharpness to it now, salty. The boy whimpered, a longing sound, as Soubi’s body slowly sunk towards him again and again. That mewling sound had Soubi losing his mind. He wanted to hear it over and over, he couldn’t get enough of it. The touch of Ritsuka’s thighs against his was intoxicating, and combined with the boy’s state of arousal and that unmatched scent he was surprised he hadn’t come yet.



“Ritsuka,” Soubi whispered. His Sacrifice growled low and sensual as Soubi’s tongue flicked out and touched the boy’s ear. Each time he heard that growl he pressed harder against Ritsuka. It was exquisite to have that body against his, and that growl made him want it, want it bad.



“Rit…su…kaa…unhh….mmm. You…are delicious.”



Ritsuka giggled at this. “Delicious? Oh! S-Soubi….what do I taste like?” His hands were scrabbling at the sheets now, delicate and soft, gripping the sheets tightly as Soubi slid in again, and ripples of pleasure consumed them both.



Soubi laughed low and soft. This laugh was only for Ritsuka, and Kio had once accused him of being able to seduce people with just the laugh alone. Soubi wondered if it were true, and maybe it was, judging from how Ritsuka nuzzled further into Soubi’s embrace.



“You taste like…strawberries, Ritsuka, or something else juicy, sweet, and enticing. Something that I’ve wanted for so long, and now that I can taste it and suck it and have it, I’ve realized my suffering in its absence. And I realize how much I need and want…you. Like a drug. Like an explosion.”



And he moved a little faster now, increasing the pace. The boy’s breath was ragged, and his hands grabbed at Soubi’s wrists suddenly. “Ohhh…Soouu..bii. I, I think…i-it sounds…like your painting. You’ve found the point of light. Soubi! F-faster.”



They were rising up together, rising up to the point of light, to the explosion, to a culmination of so much goodness and sweetness and ripeness. The hanging fruit had split open, Ritsuka was open, was light and sumptuous and no more a torment or tormented, but complete. Complete with Soubi, under Soubi, awash in ecstasy with Soubi.



Crying out the name of his Sacrifice, his lover – my true Beloved, Soubi thought – Soubi came, overwhelmed by pleasure. And with a soft sighing cry, Ritsuka found his peak as well.



The two lay on the bed afterward, a tangle of bodies. There was no ending. There was no spot that was Ritsuka or Soubi. It was all the same. It was all part of a bonding and a combination that neither would allow to break.



Soubi had thought that maybe, just maybe, Ritsuka was broken. Maybe the shadows would overtake him some day. Soubi doubted still that Ritsuka had quite outrun the shadows’ reach.



But when he turned over the next morning, the first thing he saw was sunlight. It washed the room in a happy, benevolent glow. And the second thing he saw was Ritsuka, his Ritsuka, with the sun rays enwrapping his body in so much light.



Light, Soubi thought. It is the opposite of shadows. He has climbed out of the pit of shadows. He has found the sun, the light. The happiness that he couldn’t quite grasp before – he has finally found it.



After such a discovery, there could only be contentedness.



~END.



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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so very much for reading and reviewing this fic. I had a lot of fun writing it. It's interesting when an idea decides to run away with you and you are just along for the ride. That was how I felt when suddenly this fic grew from a oneshot idea to a full-fledged chaptered fic.



Thank you for staying with me for the ride and for your reviews. They really encourage me and give me even more ideas for Loveless fics! I have a little one already percolating in my brain for another one ALREADY! XD



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