The Mark of Loveless

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am very, very sad to have to resubmit this fanfic. I had 20 - something reviews for it, all of which are now gone forever. ;_; They were very encouraging fanfics, and I loved to read them.So I am very sad that they are gone.

I do not think that I accidentally deleted my own fanfic, nor did I give anyone else permission to. If aff.net deleted it, they could have given me warning and told me why. I am resubmitting it because this was my first Loveless fanfic and I am proud of it. I hope to be able to get more reviews, although they won't be quite the same as those first initial ones, and later some very ego-boosting, eloquent ones.

This fanfic was previously called "The Mark of Loveless"


WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO YURA'S CHALLENGE:
CHALLENGE by Yura:


I was looking around and there aren't enough SoubixRitsuka fics, and then this idea of a plot popped out, but since I suck writting fics that involve any kind of lemons, and that's what I'll love to read, I thought of putting up this challenge for more talented writers.
So here it is!:
Ritsuka decides that he needs to deppen the bond with Soubi in order to win the fights, he asks the Zero boys what he could do to in order to do it, the answer of course is making love with Soubi. At first he refuses, so Ritsuka orders him to do so. After it, he gets some fake ears and tails and goes to school. In the middle of classes some guys come to challenge him and he leaves in order to fight, someone of his class follow him and see him take off his fake ears and tail in the middle of the battle. That person informs his mother, who beat him up and throw him out of the house. Soubi take him to his place and somehow he figures that Ritsuka had the Loveless mark engraved on his skin, and so does he.
In the middle of this events you are completly free to post whatever you want, it can be weeks between each of them, even months if you want, but Ritsuka must be in 6° grade!
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Thank you for reading. Please check out my other Loveless fanfics. :)
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THE MARK OF LOVELESS

by lordoberon


Chapter One


"Ritsuka? What are you doing here?"

Soubi had opened the door to find the boy standing outside the door to his building. He had been upstairs in his room sleeping, only to be interrupted by the irritating brrrinng brrinngg of the door bell.

It was still pouring outside. Soubi had quickly brought the soaking boy, flicking drops from the boy's ears as he pushed the tired boy up the stairway. Now they were in Soubi's room.

"Soubi, did I wake you up?" The boy's eyes looked over Soubi's form, shirtless. Soubi turned away from that piercing gaze back to the stove, and turned off the burner.

"Ritsuka, please tell me what happened."

He sat down across the table from the boy, pushing the cup of tea until the boy's hands clasped around it. The roaring of the rain was all that kept the silence from overwhelming Soubi. He allowed his fingers to remain under the boy's small palms for a moment, and then slid them away at the boy's wide-eyed look. That look usually perceded a sharp word and anger. Not that Soubi didn't enjoy Ritsuka's anger; he did. He found it sexy, even. But if Ritsuka was hurt, he had to know.

"Soubi...Natsuo and Youji..."

"They're not here. They left yesterday, said they had something to do. What is it?"

"They...stopped by my house. Um...they told me...how to strengthen our connection, so that we will be stronger."

Soubi leaned back in his chair, finishing his tea and pouring himself another cup. He stared at the 6th grader searchingly, wondering what was going on in the boy's mind. He noticed the fresh cuts on the boy's left hand, unbandaged as of yet, and the old bandaid on Ritsuka's cheek. If only the boy would stay away from danger.

Youji and Natsuo had every right to speak to Ritsuka, but it disturbed Soubi when they bothered Ritsuka, when they gave him wild ideas or told him things that weren't true just to rile the boy up. What if their words brought Ritsuka to make a rash and dangerous decision one day? Soubi tried his best not to lie to Ritsuka, when he thought it was in the boy's best interest. Youji and Natsuo's lies could be harmful though, and Soubi would not allow anyone to harm Ritsuka.

Suddenly the boy stood up, so suddenly that he upset his still full cup of tea. Soubi watched as the dark brown liquid poured out of the cup, dripping onto the hardwood floor. He looked up to see the boy leaning over the small table, those small soft hands on the dark surface, trembling.

"S-Soubi...come here."

Soubi raised a brow. Putting down his cup, he sat up and put his face directly in front of the twelve year old's. "Yes, Ritsuka?"

Those small hands moved to glide over Soubi's skin. Soubi lost his breath at that gentle touch. To feel Ritsuka's hands on his skin...those fingers slid over his shoulders, and then traced the Beloved mark on his neck, before moving down to his back and forcing him forward.

Soubi's eyes widened as the boy kissed him. Ritsuka had never initiated a kiss before. It had always been Soubi. Always Soubi had said, "I love you," and kissed Ritsuka, to make them closer, to help the boy feel less lonely. He did care for Ritsuka, not because he had been ordered to, but because he had inexplicably and unexpectedly found himself falling in love with the boy. There were eight years difference between them. Soubi had never found himself attracted to children...but Ritsuka was different...so soft, innocent, cute...he loved that defiant anger, that accusation in the voice when Ritsuka would yell, "Soubi!"

A soft tongue was sliding over Soubi's lips...Ritsuka's mouth was full and soft beneath Soubi's, and his tongue on Soubi's lips was even softer. Soubi opened his mouth to the silent command. He forced himself to not push, to not put his hands on the boy, to not thrust his tongue roughly against Ritsuka's. But Soubi couldn't hold back a low groan as Ritsuka's tongue explored his mouth thoroughly, gliding over his teeth and sliding all over his tongue, hot and wet and soft...surprisingly eager. Then the boy's hands were sliding down Soubi's chest.

Ritsuka clambered up onto the table, and his fingers grabbed locks of Soubi's hair, pulling down so that he could access the other's mouth more. Soubi opened his eyes as the boy ended the kiss, and looked down at his Sacrifice sitting on the table. His eyes raked over that form, taking in the panting chest, the wet coat, the way those tight pants hugged the boy's thighs, which were currently spread wide as the boy sat on his haunches on the table.

Soubi sat down on his chair to stop himself from falling over. He forced his gaze up from the boy's crotch to stare into those dark eyes, while the wheels of his brain worked to figure out what Loveless' plan was. Ritsuka scooted off the table and stood up by his chair.

"Ritsuka. Don't listen to what Youji and Natsuo tell you. Don't do this."

The boy's eyes widened. Soubi had realized his plot? Yes. Soubi understood that Ritsuka was trying to lose his ears to Soubi, because of something Natsuo and Youji had said to him. Damn those pestering little fools. They needed to keep their noses in their own business. Soubi would chastise them when they returned.

Fire burned in Ritsuka's eyes, and Soubi shivered to see that fire. When the boy was angered, it was all Soubi could do to not hold that body against him, or shove the small figure against a wall and...make the boy scream in pleasure. He wanted to hear the boy's whimpers, to hear the boy moan his name...but that was for his Sacrifice to decide.

Besides, he thought Ritsuka deserved the luxury and sweetness of keeping ears and tail until eighteen, unlike Soubi had been able to. Ritsuka needed to have at least that part of his childhood kept intact, since he had already lost so much, since Seimei's death, and his mother's continued abuse.

"Soubi! Why? Why shouldn't I do this? We need to be strong, to defeat our opponents, to defeat Septimal Moon. If we don't...we'll continue being...incomplete. I dont like it when people say that we're not a true team, that we should both be Loveless, that you're a, a shame, or something. You're stronger than all of them, and they know it, they're just jealous. I want us to be strong, Soubi...like you and Seimei were. I know...I know I can't be Seimei..."

Tears slid slowly down the boy's cheeks, and a sob broke out of him. Soubi stood up, and walked around the table. He hugged the boy to him, and then squatted down to be on eye level.

He whispered, "You don't have to be Seimei. I don't expect you to be Seimei. True, I was his Fighter, and we were strong together...but Loveless is the one that I love now. I don't want you to force yourself into anything because of me, because of what anyone says. I don't let their words hurt me. Don't let their words hurt you. I don't want you to lose your ears, Ritsuka."

The tears only fell more quickly. Soubi gently wiped them away. He smiled a little at Ritsuka, trying to get the boy to understand that he meant what he said. He didn't like seeing Ritsuka in pain. He wanted the boy to know that he loved him...that Ritsuka was not a failure. He deserved love.

"Soubi...I'm ready though. I don't need to have my ears. I want to lose them...I want to be strong. Like you, Soubi. I don't want anyone else to make me lose them...I want you, Soubi."

The flames of desire flooded into Soubi's body trickle by trickle at those words. He felt his skin heat up, and his breath became ragged. He swallowed hard. He could feel the familiar tingle, the familiar ache of arousal creeping upon him, stiffening his cock a little in his pants.

Soubi smirked at the boy's words, 'I want you.' That word 'want,' how it mocked him. Ritsuka did not know the meaning of want. He did not know how every thought of Soubi's was about he, Ritsuka. He did not know how when Soubi played word games with Kio, who called him a pervert, Soubi thought of Ritsuka, and later was ashamed, because he shouldn't be connecting desire with a twelve year old boy. But it was the truth. Soubi desired Ritsuka.

"Ritsuka. You don't know what it means to want in that way. You are young."

The boy stood up, still short standing in front of Soubi's tall frame. "So what if I'm young? You tell me you love me, but you don't want this? I thought that being Fighter and Sacrifice means being connected in all ways, or it should - body, heart, mind and soul..."

The boy lost his fire, and his head hung low. Those soft little ears drooped down to lie on the boy's black hair. "Soubi...I want to understand what it means to want...teach me, Soubi. Help me! I...I'm sick of not knowing...I want to be...YOUR sacrifice, to have that word, 'your,' symbolize our connection...I want to prove them all wrong."

Soubi smiled. He had once understood that hotheadedness. He had once known what it meant to feel angry when it seemed like the whole world was against him. Yes, he knew that feeling. The boy wanted to learn...but could he handle the pain? How could he go to school with the 6th graders, and be the only one earless? Even the sensei, Shinonome-san, was not earless, and she was twenty-three. Soubi could not be the one to damage Ritsuka's life that way, by taking his ears, though he so wanted to. No, Soubi would wait. He could wait six years.

"Ritsuka...these feelings of yours...are certainly interesting. But...they're not the right ones for losing your ears. Your emotions are emotions of anger, of thirst for justice, of saving your ego...if you went into losing your ears with that attitude, you wouldn't enjoy it. You should enjoy losing your ears, Ritsuka. It's sex, Ritsuka, plain and simple. Carnal pleasures. You want your body to undergo that pain, that loss, the sensations? Can you truly say you want that, Ritsuka?"

Soubi could feel the boy's body trembling, because they stood so close. He could feel the boy's panting breath on his chest. He felt simultaneously aroused and smug to see a deep blush appear on the boy's cheeks. That blush was like a groping hand to his cock. But it also made him smirk. He was right. The boy couldn't handle it. The thought of sex frightened Ritsuka. He didn't really want it.

The boy was certainly thinking about it, though. Soubi could tell by the way those dark eyes traveled over his body. They lingered at the piercings in Soubi's ears, and then moved down his neck. They focused on his nipples for a moment, and Soubi felt his breath hitch. That gaze was too embarassed to stray below the belt for very long, but it seemed to take in and measure Soubi's body in a way it hadn't before, seeming to think over each aspect of Soubi - trying to fathom, what would that bare skin feel like, touching his? What sounds would they both make? What would it feel like to have that lean, larger body hovering over his? What would Soubi do?

Soubi took a lighter from his pocket, and a cigarette from another. He held the cigarette to his lips, and flicked the lighter. He was about to touch the flame to the tip, when Ritsuka's trembling voice interrupted him.

"Soubi, I order you to take me. Take my ears. H-Have...sex with me. That's an order."

Soubi dropped the cigarette in shock, hoping he hadn't heard what he had just heard. "What?"

"You heard what I said, Soubi. Take me. Make it...gentle, and slow...teach me what desire feels like...make me want it, make me...enjoy it. A, a little...uh, f-foreplay, would be...n-nice..."

The cat ears on Ritsuka's head twitched wildly in excitement and nervousness, mocking Soubi, the very ears in question, that very innocence. Soubi watched the tail twitching behind Ritsuka, and he felt a blush invade his own cheeks as he imagined the scene.

Soubi cleared his throat, and placed the lighter on the table. It made a loud click in the silence of the room. It was like the final clang of a dungeon door shutting. Soubi was trapped. He had been ordered. There was no way out of this. He could not say no. But of all the times to resist and say no for once, this was it! This was more important than not telling Ritsuka about Septimal Moon. This was about Ritsuka himself, the one that Soubi loved.

"Ritsuka...are you sure that is an order? You are Loveless. You have no true Fighter, who shares your name. You cannot get your ears back once they are gone. Do you truly want this?"

A hot breath came from Ritsuka, but that was only for a moment. "Yes. I want this. Soubi, I command you. It IS an order."

Soubi hung his head in defeat. He balled his hands into fists. This was the last time his fingers would touch the skin of his palms in such immense frustration, the last time they would touch his palms this way while thinking of a Ritsuka with ears. He would do this, and follow his Master's commands. There was no questioning. If he did not do this, if he questioned, Ritsuka would be even less able to love him. Soubi knew the boy had affection for him.

Now, to teach the boy to desire him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading! Reviews appreciated. :)