Fic: LOVELESS (Soubi/Ritsuka)
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ciirceeI made myself a promise to read one manga series without cheating and reading scanlations or translations. I picked Loveless. And now my brain goes 'WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE THIS ABOUT SEIMEI'. Also, I can't look for fic because otherwise I will spoil myself silly. So I have to make my own if I want it. And, damn it, that means that OF COURSE there was a moment in volume two that was too f'ing cute for words.
Hence, I made Loveless fic. Stfu, I only have two volumes. And it's late so I don't care.
I'm going to hurt Ritsuka, Soubi thinks. Hurt him, hurt him, hurt him. It's a sick thought. A horrible thought. He hates to see Ritsuka hurting. He keeps kissing him anyway.
It's Ritsuka's fault, in a way.
Ritsuka is the one who gives the orders. The one who told him to sit down on the floor, by my bed. It was Ritsuka who climbed carefully into his lap with the warning that there would be no hands and no laying down or stretching out or anything, got it? and pressed himself close. Ritsuka who'd insisted no doing that thing with your hips, either, and don't give me that look because you know what I mean.
Soubi cannot be blamed for having a lapful of cute, shivery Ritsuka. Especially not for having a lapful of cute, shivery Ritsuka who kisses like a fantasy, all deep heat and mewling whimpers.
It's driving Soubi mindless to be unmoving under the onslaught. He can kiss back but cannot move or clutch or even hold. All his carefully cultivated control is about to desert him. He can feel it stretched taut, like an invisible chain leashing him to Ritsuka, about to snap. And when it does…
When it does he'll forget his orders. He'll disobey his orders. He'll roll and stretch until Ritsuka is under him and his hands will roam and he'll do that thing. With his hips. That thing that Ritsuka doesn't want him to do because it makes his ears and tail tingle.
And Soubi will bite into those soft, soft ears and tear them away. He'll rip away that cute, childish, swishing tail and he and Ritsuka will be one in the agony of it all. Joined by the same nameless agonizing ecstasy that is the growing up-ness of Ritsuka. But he doesn't want to hurt Ritsuka.
It's the Sacrifice's duty to endure the pain of a battle, some horrible part of Soubi whispers as his fingers scrabble at the floor, trying to rise to the belt loops of Ritsuka's jeans. To the base of that twitching tail. He's the Sacrifice. He can endure it.
Ritsuka moans into his mouth and Soubi's hands still. Protect Ritsuka, he thinks. Those are his most important orders. He cannot protect Ritsuka if he hurts him. Already the loss of his innocence has hurt Ritsuka, even if he can't remember it. He's sharing what's left of it with Soubi, even though Soubi is taking it away bit by bit and giving him back only the dark-shadow jadedness of an adult. Of a Fighter. Protect Ritsuka. None of this is Ritsuka's fault. He did not name himself Loveless. Protect Ritsuka. He needs to.
Soubi waits until Ritsuka takes a breath, short and shallow sounding, and speaks. "Chuu," he whispers.
For a moment, Ritsuka looks at him and Soubi wonders if maybe he's already lost that innocent little mouse to the hungry tom cat. But then Ritsuka rolls his eyes, hiding a smile. He leans forward and kisses Soubi lightly on the lips. "Chuu," he answers back.
He lifts his hands and catches one of Ritsuka's. Pressing a kiss to the pad of his index finger, he reminds him, "Chuu." He reminds himself that he was never so innocent. Never, ever…except with Ritsuka.
Who kisses the tip of his nose. "Chuu!"
He forgets.
Also, please note:
Me: I think Soubi is fucked up.
Chelle: Aa?
Me: Like, you know how Fai and Satoshi and Riku and guys like that are all 'OMG EMO FEEL MY PAIN AS I WEEP AND CUT MYSELF OUT OF SHEER SELF-LOATHING'?
Chelle: Uh-huh.
Me: I think Soubi is actually like that.
Chelle: But he looks happy…?
Me: I'm pretty sure that one day he's going to realize that he actually loves Ritsuka and it's either going to scare the crap out of him or it's going to break him into jaggy bits.
Hence, I made Loveless fic. Stfu, I only have two volumes. And it's late so I don't care.
I'm going to hurt Ritsuka, Soubi thinks. Hurt him, hurt him, hurt him. It's a sick thought. A horrible thought. He hates to see Ritsuka hurting. He keeps kissing him anyway.
It's Ritsuka's fault, in a way.
Ritsuka is the one who gives the orders. The one who told him to sit down on the floor, by my bed. It was Ritsuka who climbed carefully into his lap with the warning that there would be no hands and no laying down or stretching out or anything, got it? and pressed himself close. Ritsuka who'd insisted no doing that thing with your hips, either, and don't give me that look because you know what I mean.
Soubi cannot be blamed for having a lapful of cute, shivery Ritsuka. Especially not for having a lapful of cute, shivery Ritsuka who kisses like a fantasy, all deep heat and mewling whimpers.
It's driving Soubi mindless to be unmoving under the onslaught. He can kiss back but cannot move or clutch or even hold. All his carefully cultivated control is about to desert him. He can feel it stretched taut, like an invisible chain leashing him to Ritsuka, about to snap. And when it does…
When it does he'll forget his orders. He'll disobey his orders. He'll roll and stretch until Ritsuka is under him and his hands will roam and he'll do that thing. With his hips. That thing that Ritsuka doesn't want him to do because it makes his ears and tail tingle.
And Soubi will bite into those soft, soft ears and tear them away. He'll rip away that cute, childish, swishing tail and he and Ritsuka will be one in the agony of it all. Joined by the same nameless agonizing ecstasy that is the growing up-ness of Ritsuka. But he doesn't want to hurt Ritsuka.
It's the Sacrifice's duty to endure the pain of a battle, some horrible part of Soubi whispers as his fingers scrabble at the floor, trying to rise to the belt loops of Ritsuka's jeans. To the base of that twitching tail. He's the Sacrifice. He can endure it.
Ritsuka moans into his mouth and Soubi's hands still. Protect Ritsuka, he thinks. Those are his most important orders. He cannot protect Ritsuka if he hurts him. Already the loss of his innocence has hurt Ritsuka, even if he can't remember it. He's sharing what's left of it with Soubi, even though Soubi is taking it away bit by bit and giving him back only the dark-shadow jadedness of an adult. Of a Fighter. Protect Ritsuka. None of this is Ritsuka's fault. He did not name himself Loveless. Protect Ritsuka. He needs to.
Soubi waits until Ritsuka takes a breath, short and shallow sounding, and speaks. "Chuu," he whispers.
For a moment, Ritsuka looks at him and Soubi wonders if maybe he's already lost that innocent little mouse to the hungry tom cat. But then Ritsuka rolls his eyes, hiding a smile. He leans forward and kisses Soubi lightly on the lips. "Chuu," he answers back.
He lifts his hands and catches one of Ritsuka's. Pressing a kiss to the pad of his index finger, he reminds him, "Chuu." He reminds himself that he was never so innocent. Never, ever…except with Ritsuka.
Who kisses the tip of his nose. "Chuu!"
He forgets.
Also, please note:
Me: I think Soubi is fucked up.
Chelle: Aa?
Me: Like, you know how Fai and Satoshi and Riku and guys like that are all 'OMG EMO FEEL MY PAIN AS I WEEP AND CUT MYSELF OUT OF SHEER SELF-LOATHING'?
Chelle: Uh-huh.
Me: I think Soubi is actually like that.
Chelle: But he looks happy…?
Me: I'm pretty sure that one day he's going to realize that he actually loves Ritsuka and it's either going to scare the crap out of him or it's going to break him into jaggy bits.
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Date: 2009-08-02 06:34 pm (UTC)P.S. We have the same layout. XD
OH loveless!
Date: 2009-08-24 03:42 pm (UTC)