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Ritsuka walked to Soubi’s apartment with the older man. Or rather, he walked ahead, while Soubi stayed back, limping lightly. A year, and almost nothing on what had happened to Seimei, his brother. No one at Septimal Moon was any help to him; always answering questions with impossible answers, and the fighter units being sent to them almost daily now. This time it was one called Sightless. A Fighter who fought in his darkness and a Sacrifice aiding with her eyes. Soubi had warned Ritsuka that this could not just be a weakness to them but a strength but Ritsuka was too angry to listen, and he had gotten Soubi hurt. They lost. They never lost many times in the past or present but Ristuka hated to see Soubi hurt. To see anyone hurt. Battling always made him feel bad afterwards, seeing the Sacrifices being put in complete restriction, and he knew that the Fighter shouldn’t be hurt in battles, for the Sacrifice got all the pain, but there were ‘those that break the rules’…He had heard Soubi talk about breaking the rules often, but he never saw anyone who did, until that night.
“Soubi, we’re here…give me your key.” Ritsuka told him, holding out his hand. Soubi complied and handed over the ring of keys, pointing out which one Ritsuka would want. “I’ll be staying here tonight.”
“What about your mother?” he wheezed. There were times when Ritsuka would actually hear some truthfulness to his caring questions, and his I love yous, but not very often. Here was one of those times. They still tore him up inside.
Ritsuka sighed and helped Soubi inside. “She’s a shut in, and she’ll be asleep long before I decide to go home. “Where are Natsuo and Yoji?” The two Zeros were absent from the apartment.
“They got tired of hanging around here waiting for me I guess…they have a key. They’ll come back.” Soubi winced but said nothing as he felt a stab of pain. Ritsuka helped him to the bed and let him sit down.
Ritsuka went and got the first aid kit, its place known to him from watching Soubi get it down when he came to his place after his mother had beaten him. He undid the bandages and put them on Soubi’s visible wounds then asked about more cuts. “I’m fine Ritsuka. What about you?”
“I have no cuts, now hold still and tell me if you have anymore.” He curtly replied, putting one on Soubi’s hand. Soubi didn’t reply and Ritsuka took it as he didn’t have any. He continued on his hand and asked him, his ears lowering a little. “Soubi…why does it hurt you more than me?”
“I am fighting against my name…and we are not connected.” Soubi said. The same answer, the same answer over and over again. Were the names that important, as destined to each Fighter unit as Soubi said?
Ritsuka looked away from him. “How could we connect?”
He paused a minute before looking at Ritsuka, “We are as connected as you and I can…our bond is deeper than any other.”
Ritsuka looked up at him. That was similar to what he said the first time they met. Give me your strength. From now on, the two of us…are joined by a deep stronger than any other. He blushed at remembering what he answered with. Do…do you mean sex? What had he meant? Was it really sex he was talking about? He felt Soubi touch his cheek and he looked up at him, finding his face inches from his own. “Soubi…” he whispered.
“Yes, Ritsuka?”
He leaned up and kissed him tentatively, looking at the surprised look on his face that instantly disappeared. Ritsuka pushed him back so he was on top and that rare look of surprise on Soubis face was back again. He began to move to push Ritsuka off but he only took his hands and held them down. “No Soubi…don’t push me off.”
Ristuka had a blush on his cheeks as he let him go, surprised he had listened to him. Soubi kept his hands where Ritsuka left them and smiled in a bit of amusement as Ristuka took his glasses off and set them aside. “Ristuka, why are you doing this?” he asked.
“I want to be connected.” he whispered, and Soubi looked up at him, almost pushing him away. It was the readiness of the answer, like it was planned out that made him stare up at the thirteen year old Sacrifice.
“Why? What would your mother think if you lost your ears at your age? What would she do to you?” He asked. Soubi continued to stare up at him, watching his blush change and his eyes shift to the side, to hide the fear in them.
Ritsuka sighed. “She won’t find out.” he said, looking back down at him. “I’ll buy some fake ears and-”
“What about your tail? She’ll notice that when it goes away.” Soubi countered, using the moment he gained to sit up with Ritsuka in his lap. There was no reply from the little Sacrifice and he looked away with his ears down. “Why, all of a sudden, do you want to become fully connected Ritsuka?”
He continued to look away from him. “So we can fight better, and beat everyone who challenges us…” he murmured.
Soubi sighed and held Ritsuka. You are looking with those eyes again Ritsuka…those eyes that desire something to love. You want love, not the abilities. You just don’t want people to see what you want, to see your weakness. “Ritsuka, I’ll walk you home.”
His head snapped up and he looked at Soubi as he put his glasses back on. “What? Why?!”
“It’s late and your mother will be worried.” he smiled down at him but that only made Ritsuka mad.
“Soubi!” he shouted. “listen to me!”
He sighed and pulled him off of his lap. “Yes Ritsuka…”
“I want to be connected.”
Soubi stood, limping a little towards the door. “For what reason Ritsuka? To be stronger?”
He looked away but didn’t move from the bed. Soubi was right, of course he was, there were many times when Ritsuka knew that he was right, though he hated what he said or did.
“Ritsuka. I love you.”
Ritsuka felt his anger rise and his tail flared, “Don’t say those words Soubi! They…they confuse me, they…I don’t understand what you mean…”
Uh oh. He’s about to cry…Soubi thought, walking over to the bed. “I love you Ritsuka.” he only repeated.
Ristuka looked up at him. “If you love me, if you will do what I say, then connect us!”
Soubi wished he could. He wanted so badly to just release his passion that was built up in his body at that moment onto Ritsuka, show him how much he loved him, but Ritsuka was still too young. “Perhaps, when you are older Ritsuka.”
Soubi sat down next to him and pulled Ritsuka into an embraced. He stroked Ritsuka’s head as he lay against him and felt him grip the front of his shirt. Ritsuka looked up at him and kissed his lips a bit before pulling back with a blush. “I’ll go home on my own.”
Soubi watched him get up then tried to follow, but Ritsuka turned abruptly, staring at Soubi and making him stop in his tracks. “Don’t follow me!” he commanded. He turned back around and went to get his coat and shoes and was ready to go out the door. “and don’t come see me at school tomorrow. Don’t come pick me up, don’t follow me home, don’t come near the school!”
Soubi winced as Ritsuka left with a slam of the door. He really wanted to help Ritsuka home, it was dark and he knew what would happen if his mother were up at this hour, but Ritsuka had given him an order. Sighing, he walked back to his bed and sat down. It was then that he realized just how much Ritsuka’s little action had caused him to heat up and he palmed his light arousal through his tight pants, sighing a bit. Though, if he had left it alone, it would have gone away; he didn’t think of this as he palmed himself again, almost moaning. Soubi lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, pressing his hand to his mouth as he unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out. Immediately what he thought of was Ritsuka; his small back, narrow shoulders, cute ears…he began slowly pumping it, moaning a little as he thought of Ritsuka’s face blushing and the way it looked as he panted and moaned in his pleasure. His strokes began moving faster and faster and his fantasy grew more and more bold until he was dreaming of burying himself to the hilt inside the little Sacrifice. This last image made him come, back arching and moaning a little behind his hand. Once he settled down, he lay there, eyes closed, wishing so much he could do that to Ritsuka, touch him, have his way with him, but he was still too young. “Not until your older Ritsuka…” he said to himself as he got up and made his way to the bathroom to clean up before Yoji and Natsuo came back.


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Hello! This is my first fan fic here on AFF and I hope its not my last. haha. Please comment and let me know if you like it! :D