Loveless - Hope Burns in Your Eyes.
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fictionaluntruthsTitle: Hope Burns in Your Eyes.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: PWP, underaged sex.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Kio, established Ritsuka/Soubi, Kio/Soubi (mentions of Ritsuka/Soubi/Kio.)
Summary: If Ritsuka and Soubi can be there for each other's nightmares, then Kio might be the one to remind them about normalcy every once in a while, at least.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Follows after Lis entre les lignes.
Hope Burns in Your Eyes.
With all his personal freaking out, the first days after, it takes Kio around two weeks before he notices that Ritsuka tenses in his presence and that the kid blushes and lashes out at him before running out of Soubi's place, tail bristling and ears flat against his head.
He decides that it's all kinds of fucked up that he turns towards Soubi for assistance and Kio thinks that he didn't only cross a few lines, he might have even crossed a few dimensions if now he's the one asking for such a headcase for advice.
“Ritsuka is easily embarrassed,” Soubi says, a note of amused nostalgia in his voice and in his smile, using his thumb over the corner of his canvas. “He needs some time to think things over before he's okay to talk. He's not used to going over his troubles with other people.”
“And then why isn't he angry with you?” Kio asks, knowing that he's pouting and feeling like a six years old but unable to stop himself, even when he knows that it'd be far worse if the kid was actually angry with Soubi, with the way Soubi gets. Before all this happened, once he was sure that Ritsuka actually cared for Soubi and he wasn't gonna let him broken and bleeding and not care, once he saw how deeply Ritsuka cared for his stupid best-friend-slash-crush, they've always been friends, kinda. Even when sometimes Rit-chan went all insecure and teenager over Soubi, Kio was the one to calm him down. Or when Soubi was Soubi, they'd both chew his head out and they'd take care of their idiot.
The fact that he might-kinda-maybe feel something more for the boy and that they, well, had sex and that Ritsuka didn't seem to mind very much and he was very responsive isn't enough to lose that previous relationship, and Kio has never done well with breaking up with people he cares about. Especially because he knows that if Ritsuka is really upset, Soubi will side up with the kid and then he'll lose them both.
“He isn't angry, Kio. Ritsuka is just feeling insecure,” Soubi repeats. Kio notices his smile grow and he kinda hates him a little for a moment. “And he is upset with me, too. I think mostly at how not upset I am.”
“Yeah, that's another thing I don't get. You're very okay with this,” Kio murmurs, eyebrow raised high. “Is it really?”
Soubi shrugs. “Ritsuka likes you, and he wanted to.” Kio sighs and shakes his head, a little defeated, because of course that Soubi would only do something like that if Ritsuka wanted and he really things he should know better and stop the bitterness from forming heavy over his stomach.
“And I wanted to do it, too,” Soubi adds, pausing a moment and frowning at the way the red mixes with the flowers he's been painstakingly creating for the last two hours or so.
Kio gapes and stares. Soubi cleans his brush and wipes his hand against his shirt before he leans towards him, hand on the back of his neck and the utter bastard takes advantage of his open mouth to start a deep kiss, his kiss still tasting of the pineapple candy Kio had given him. Kio closes his eyes and chases the taste, Soubi's kiss still unfamiliar but still so very wanted too, that Kio is almost upset with himself at how easy he lets himself grow distracted.
Soubi lets go then and smiles.
“I care too, Kio. I thought you already knew this?”
Kio blinks and then snorts, rolls his eyes. “Bastard.”
Soubi's smile remains there and if it's not as soft as he makes it for Ritsuka, not as tender and sweet, Kio knows Soubi is smiling because he wants to and he knows that, at the very least, it's honest. Soubi reaches for his cigarettes and Kio watches how he lights it, Soubi baring his throat as he takes a drag.
“There are things that I can't give to Ritsuka,” Soubi says, breathing out a cloud of smoke. His voice sounds contemplative and a little distant. Kind of sorry, perhaps, except for the part where the idiot is too much of an idiot to actually feel sorry, always a little too distant and a little too screwed up to actually feel like that. “Things that he should have. Things that you can show him.”
“And you too, right?” Kio snorts, but he feels a little less wary. He smiles even if he also feels like crying and beating his head against something hard because, seriously, this is all so fucked up and he should run away from this, he thinks. He should run away from getting even deeper into all this shit and he shouldn't be feeling so relieved that if this is actually happening, he'll get to help them perhaps a little more. “There are things you won't tell Rit-chan that you need too. Sou-chan...”
Soubi smiles but doesn't answer and Kio steals the cigarette and takes a deep drag to try and distract himself from the way his eyes almost sting. Soubi stands up, his hand a moment against the small of his back before he walks towards his drawers, taking off his stained shirt and puts a new one.
Kio blinks and looks towards the canvas which still only looks half-finished.
“Sou-chan?”
“I'll be back soon,” Soubi says, putting on his jacket. “You wait here.”
Kio shrugs, the cigarette still between his lips even as he sits back down. Soubi walks towards him and takes the cigarette away, takes another drag and then offers it back to him. Soubi smiles at him, touching his face a little and Kio thinks that he can't be sorry that now Soubi touches him despite not being one of the destined people, and now if only Ritsuka wouldn't hate him...
It can't be five minutes afterwards when he hears steps coming up the stairs, the door-knob twisting and he turns to look towards the door.
“Forgot something, Sou-...”
Ritsuka freezes by the door, school jacket open, his calm expression changing in three seconds to something closer to panic. Kio swallows the need to swear and he's quick to put off the cigarette, but other than that he stays where he is, sure that Ritsuka will run away if he moves and forget the fact that he loves the man, he's going to kill Soubi because he knows the bastard was aware that Ritsuka was coming here and that's why he disappeared.
After a few moments of them staring to each other like that, with Ritsuka's ears pressed against his hair, Ritsuka finally moves and puts his school bag by the door and closes the door, takes off his shoes and walks towards the kitchen. Kio lets out the breath he was holding in and instead stands up, brushing sweaty hands against the side of his jeans.
“You hungry, Rit-chan?” Kio asks, trying to keep his voice cheery, wondering just how close is close.
The teenager shakes his head, just pouring himself some juice, still not turning towards him. At least he's not running away, Kio tells himself and stops before he gets too close, thumbs inside his pockets as a way to stop himself from reaching to tousle Ritsuka's hair or to chide him for his uniform.
“I ate something with Yuiko and Yayoi-san, thanks.”
Kio makes an affirmative noise, but the silence stretches in between them, thick and heavy and almost suffocating and Kio almost kicks himself because the fifteen years old is perfectly calm over there, drinking his juice and leaning against the sink as if nothing else mattered and he, twenty four years old, is squirming and trying not to shift on his feet.
It's not until he takes notice of Ritsuka's tail moving from side to side, almost twitching, and when he looks to Ritsuka's face and he looks the slight frown over his face that he realizes that Ritsuka is nervous, too, just that he's making a much better job at masking it.
Kio takes two deep breathes and thinks, screw it. One of them has to be the grown up and he is going to be the one, dammit.
“Rit-chan, about what happened –”
“Don't mention it,” Ritsuka interrupts. Kio stares at him, but Ritsuka just puts the glass down, hands over the edge of the sink, still not looking at him. “It's okay, Kio-san, really. You don't have to say a thing.”
Kio blinks a moment, confused, and then he frowns because Ritsuka sounds not sad, not exactly. He sounds almost the same way that Soubi has come back home injured and Ritsuka is taking care of the wounds like... rejected and perhaps a little scared and Kio takes a deep breath and tells himself what an idiot he has been, perhaps understanding a little now what Soubi was talking about, about what Ritsuka needed, about what Soubi needed. If Ritsuka and Soubi can be there for each other's nightmares, then Kio might be the one to remind them about normalcy every once in a while, at least.
The thing is, Kio sometimes forgets that Ritsuka is still a kid, even with the sudden growth spurt he hit that has him just a couple inches shorter than him now, even with the ears and tails and the way his eyes light up sometimes when something makes him happy. It's easy to forget when he has seen the kid since he was half his actual size taking care of Soubi's wounds, a frown over his face, or when Ritsuka didn't complain about a new bruise forming over his cheekbone, a new bandage over his arm.
Of course he was scared of something like that and since Kio hasn't exactly made it a secret that he is in love with Soubi, of course Ritsuka might think that he's about to be rejected, or that the night the three of them spent together was just him doing so because of Soubi. Kio sighs and moves a hand to scratch at his hair because he is fucking messed up if thinking about this still manages to make him happy.
“Rit-chan, I just want you to know, what happened wasn't just because of what I feel for Sou-chan, okay?” At that Ritsuka finally looks at him and Kio grins and gets a step closer. Ritsuka seems to twitch but he doesn't run away and that's good, too, that he doesn't mind him being near. He stops close enough that he could touch Ritsuka if he wanted, but he keeps his hands in his pockets. “ Because you're important to me too. A lot.”
“... we're friends.” Ritsuka nods and looks down, acknowledging the importance, and if he doesn't sound happy at least he doesn't sound so rejected.
But still. Kio nods and licks his lips and it's been years since he last said something like this to someone who didn't know, years since the first time he told Sou-chan he was interested in him.
“Yeah, we are,” he agrees and then he reaches to touch Ritsuka gently, a hand against his face, where he has a new band-aid. “But I also like you, Rit-chan.”
He feels the way Ritsuka tenses, feels his skin warm up but Ritsuka doesn't push him away. Kio decides to think about it as a good sign and he swallows around his uncertainty to keep on talking.
“I like our friendship, Rit-chan, and I'm more than okay with us staying as friends if that's what you want,” Kio keeps on going, thumb stroking at Ritsuka's cheekbone. “But if you want more... I'm really okay with that, too. I just want you to know it wouldn't be just because of Sou-chan, okay? It'd be because of you, too.”
Ritsuka does nothing after he finishes talking and Kio waits for a few moments before he moves his hand way and back inside his pocket, takes a few deep breathes while he decides now it's time to move away and give the teenager room to breathe again, but before he can even give a step to the side, Ritsuka's hand closes around his wrist and he steps close to him, almost chest to chest but still a little room between them.
Kio doesn't dare to breathe as Ritsuka leans his head against his chest, and Kio wonders if the teen's heart is beating as crazy as his.
He finally calls with a “...Rit-chan?” when the silences gets to be too much, Ritsuka's fingers almost painfully tight around his wrist.
“Don't call me that,” Ritsuka murmurs, still blushing, fingers twitching against his wrist as if he doesn't know if he can hold on or no.
Kio takes a deep breath and lets go before he moves an arm around Ritsuka, leaning his head against Ritsuka's and gently kissing his temple, Ritsuka's hair tickling his face.
“Ritsuka, then,” Kio answers with the starts of a smile and he moves his other arm – Ritsuka's hold on his wrist loosening - smiles to be around Ritsuka's shoulders, smiling when Ritsuka looks at him almost shyly, placing his hands on his hips. “And I get to be plain ol' Kio, right?”
He waits, almost breathless, for the kid to nod his head just once, eyes still on him, before he leans forward, brushes his lips against Ritsuka's, eyes half open, giving all the room to do this or or not to the boy.
Ritsuka breaks apart after a moment of the soft touch, but it's just long enough to draw a shaky breath and lick his own lips before he takes a small step to get even closer, his hands now actually holding to his shirt even as he presses their lips together. Kio welcomes the kiss gladly, moves one of his hands down Ritsuka's back where he'd feel the bumps of his spine if not for the school jacket, his other hand on the back of Ritsuka's neck between the warmth of his skin and the softness of his dark hair.
Ritsuka kisses him as if he's trying to make a point, as if he's trying to show how much he wants this and as if he's dong his best to hide any possible hesitance or doubts he might have. Kio lets him take charge like that but he also slows the touch, draws a bit apart and feels a swell of arousal when Ritsuka leans forward to try to keep the kiss from breaking apart, hungry for this, for him. Ritsuka is still flushed when he opens his eyes but he doesn't look so nervous now and Kio smiles, leans forward and Ritsuka finds him halfway there for another kiss, now slower so that Kio can learn the way Ritsuka's tongue twines with his or the way he can feel Ritsuka's hands over his shirt.
Ritsuka backs him against the cupboard, the edge digging almost painfully against Kio's back but with the way Ritsuka is kissing him it's easy to ignore it. Kio sighs into the kiss, shivering when Ritsuka's fingers touch the stripe of skin his shirt doesn't quite cover and returns the favor by curling his fingers with Ritsuka's hair just enough that the teenager gasps, shuddering against him.
The edge of the cupboard is getting to be perhaps a little too much but Kio ignores it again as Ritsuka licks his neck and he can almost feel Ritsuka's hesitation before the teenager's teeth close gently against his earlobe and he tugs at it before swirling his tongue against the first two piercings there and the thought of Ritsuka doing this with Soubi, with Soubi spread on the sheets and Ritsuka's mouth closed around his ear or, fuck, his cock makes Kio moan, his own cock thickening when he thinks that maybemaybemaybe he's going to get to be part of that.
He can feel Ritsuka hard against his thigh, Ritsuka a little breathless as he rocks towards his touch, lips now against his collarbone and his hands still clenched over his hips and Kio breathes in and out slowly before he moves his thigh jut enough for Ritsuka to get some friction and the teen whimpers then so Kio does it again, his leg between Ritsuka's and with Ritsuka pressing him against the cupboard, but his weight feels good against him and Ritsuka shudders as he moves against him, the teenager panting against his neck and rocking against him, tiny shudders running over his back and Kio shivers, too, one hand flat against the cupboard and the other one flat beneath Ritsuka's shirt and he teases the skin around his tail and he gasps when that makes Ritsuka moan his name.
He knows it's not going to last much even if Ritsuka had seemed to know about how to touch him, how to make Soubi react and Kio wonders if one day it'll be okay to ask but for now he moves his thigh a bit more to help Ritsuka, ignores his own erection and when Ritsuka shivers and moans his release against his neck, holding unto him to keep himself standing up. Kio doesn't think that Ritsuka might bolt this time, not like the first time after he woke up with him and Soubi talking, but he still holds unto him, sure that if it happens again, there'll be no possible way for this to even begin.
After a few moments, Ritsuka moves a little, stands over his own feet and Kio finally lets go of the cupboard, moving a hand to rub at his back. Ritsuka is blushing again and he licks his lips, still standing close.
“You didn't...”
Kio shakes his head even when he knows Ritsuka is looking at his shoes, but he makes himself smile.
“We'll leave that for other time,” he adds with a hopeful smile, nervousness threatening to make him choke even more than not coming. That he can take care off quickly enough. The rest... “Okay, Rit-chan?”
Ritsuka huffs, still blushing even as he moves away, making a face at his clothes. Before Kio can ask again, Ritsuka leans towards him again, brushing his lips against his gently, just once.
“Only if you don't call me that.”
And then Ritsuka offers him a hesitant smile but it's there and Kio laughs, giddy with relief even as he drags the boy into a hug, calling him all kind of cutesy names that make the teenager complain as he tries to push him away.
“Ah. I see that you've made up,” Soubi announces as he comes back, taking off his shirt and the damn bastard sounds so damn smug that it just takes a shared glance from Ritsuka before they team up against him.
Kio is so giddy with relief that by the time the tickling and pushing turns into kissing once more that he ends up laughing against Soubi's neck, even with Ritsuka calling out loud a 'freaks'.
He can deal with this alright.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: PWP, underaged sex.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Kio, established Ritsuka/Soubi, Kio/Soubi (mentions of Ritsuka/Soubi/Kio.)
Summary: If Ritsuka and Soubi can be there for each other's nightmares, then Kio might be the one to remind them about normalcy every once in a while, at least.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Follows after Lis entre les lignes.
Hope Burns in Your Eyes.
With all his personal freaking out, the first days after, it takes Kio around two weeks before he notices that Ritsuka tenses in his presence and that the kid blushes and lashes out at him before running out of Soubi's place, tail bristling and ears flat against his head.
He decides that it's all kinds of fucked up that he turns towards Soubi for assistance and Kio thinks that he didn't only cross a few lines, he might have even crossed a few dimensions if now he's the one asking for such a headcase for advice.
“Ritsuka is easily embarrassed,” Soubi says, a note of amused nostalgia in his voice and in his smile, using his thumb over the corner of his canvas. “He needs some time to think things over before he's okay to talk. He's not used to going over his troubles with other people.”
“And then why isn't he angry with you?” Kio asks, knowing that he's pouting and feeling like a six years old but unable to stop himself, even when he knows that it'd be far worse if the kid was actually angry with Soubi, with the way Soubi gets. Before all this happened, once he was sure that Ritsuka actually cared for Soubi and he wasn't gonna let him broken and bleeding and not care, once he saw how deeply Ritsuka cared for his stupid best-friend-slash-crush, they've always been friends, kinda. Even when sometimes Rit-chan went all insecure and teenager over Soubi, Kio was the one to calm him down. Or when Soubi was Soubi, they'd both chew his head out and they'd take care of their idiot.
The fact that he might-kinda-maybe feel something more for the boy and that they, well, had sex and that Ritsuka didn't seem to mind very much and he was very responsive isn't enough to lose that previous relationship, and Kio has never done well with breaking up with people he cares about. Especially because he knows that if Ritsuka is really upset, Soubi will side up with the kid and then he'll lose them both.
“He isn't angry, Kio. Ritsuka is just feeling insecure,” Soubi repeats. Kio notices his smile grow and he kinda hates him a little for a moment. “And he is upset with me, too. I think mostly at how not upset I am.”
“Yeah, that's another thing I don't get. You're very okay with this,” Kio murmurs, eyebrow raised high. “Is it really?”
Soubi shrugs. “Ritsuka likes you, and he wanted to.” Kio sighs and shakes his head, a little defeated, because of course that Soubi would only do something like that if Ritsuka wanted and he really things he should know better and stop the bitterness from forming heavy over his stomach.
“And I wanted to do it, too,” Soubi adds, pausing a moment and frowning at the way the red mixes with the flowers he's been painstakingly creating for the last two hours or so.
Kio gapes and stares. Soubi cleans his brush and wipes his hand against his shirt before he leans towards him, hand on the back of his neck and the utter bastard takes advantage of his open mouth to start a deep kiss, his kiss still tasting of the pineapple candy Kio had given him. Kio closes his eyes and chases the taste, Soubi's kiss still unfamiliar but still so very wanted too, that Kio is almost upset with himself at how easy he lets himself grow distracted.
Soubi lets go then and smiles.
“I care too, Kio. I thought you already knew this?”
Kio blinks and then snorts, rolls his eyes. “Bastard.”
Soubi's smile remains there and if it's not as soft as he makes it for Ritsuka, not as tender and sweet, Kio knows Soubi is smiling because he wants to and he knows that, at the very least, it's honest. Soubi reaches for his cigarettes and Kio watches how he lights it, Soubi baring his throat as he takes a drag.
“There are things that I can't give to Ritsuka,” Soubi says, breathing out a cloud of smoke. His voice sounds contemplative and a little distant. Kind of sorry, perhaps, except for the part where the idiot is too much of an idiot to actually feel sorry, always a little too distant and a little too screwed up to actually feel like that. “Things that he should have. Things that you can show him.”
“And you too, right?” Kio snorts, but he feels a little less wary. He smiles even if he also feels like crying and beating his head against something hard because, seriously, this is all so fucked up and he should run away from this, he thinks. He should run away from getting even deeper into all this shit and he shouldn't be feeling so relieved that if this is actually happening, he'll get to help them perhaps a little more. “There are things you won't tell Rit-chan that you need too. Sou-chan...”
Soubi smiles but doesn't answer and Kio steals the cigarette and takes a deep drag to try and distract himself from the way his eyes almost sting. Soubi stands up, his hand a moment against the small of his back before he walks towards his drawers, taking off his stained shirt and puts a new one.
Kio blinks and looks towards the canvas which still only looks half-finished.
“Sou-chan?”
“I'll be back soon,” Soubi says, putting on his jacket. “You wait here.”
Kio shrugs, the cigarette still between his lips even as he sits back down. Soubi walks towards him and takes the cigarette away, takes another drag and then offers it back to him. Soubi smiles at him, touching his face a little and Kio thinks that he can't be sorry that now Soubi touches him despite not being one of the destined people, and now if only Ritsuka wouldn't hate him...
It can't be five minutes afterwards when he hears steps coming up the stairs, the door-knob twisting and he turns to look towards the door.
“Forgot something, Sou-...”
Ritsuka freezes by the door, school jacket open, his calm expression changing in three seconds to something closer to panic. Kio swallows the need to swear and he's quick to put off the cigarette, but other than that he stays where he is, sure that Ritsuka will run away if he moves and forget the fact that he loves the man, he's going to kill Soubi because he knows the bastard was aware that Ritsuka was coming here and that's why he disappeared.
After a few moments of them staring to each other like that, with Ritsuka's ears pressed against his hair, Ritsuka finally moves and puts his school bag by the door and closes the door, takes off his shoes and walks towards the kitchen. Kio lets out the breath he was holding in and instead stands up, brushing sweaty hands against the side of his jeans.
“You hungry, Rit-chan?” Kio asks, trying to keep his voice cheery, wondering just how close is close.
The teenager shakes his head, just pouring himself some juice, still not turning towards him. At least he's not running away, Kio tells himself and stops before he gets too close, thumbs inside his pockets as a way to stop himself from reaching to tousle Ritsuka's hair or to chide him for his uniform.
“I ate something with Yuiko and Yayoi-san, thanks.”
Kio makes an affirmative noise, but the silence stretches in between them, thick and heavy and almost suffocating and Kio almost kicks himself because the fifteen years old is perfectly calm over there, drinking his juice and leaning against the sink as if nothing else mattered and he, twenty four years old, is squirming and trying not to shift on his feet.
It's not until he takes notice of Ritsuka's tail moving from side to side, almost twitching, and when he looks to Ritsuka's face and he looks the slight frown over his face that he realizes that Ritsuka is nervous, too, just that he's making a much better job at masking it.
Kio takes two deep breathes and thinks, screw it. One of them has to be the grown up and he is going to be the one, dammit.
“Rit-chan, about what happened –”
“Don't mention it,” Ritsuka interrupts. Kio stares at him, but Ritsuka just puts the glass down, hands over the edge of the sink, still not looking at him. “It's okay, Kio-san, really. You don't have to say a thing.”
Kio blinks a moment, confused, and then he frowns because Ritsuka sounds not sad, not exactly. He sounds almost the same way that Soubi has come back home injured and Ritsuka is taking care of the wounds like... rejected and perhaps a little scared and Kio takes a deep breath and tells himself what an idiot he has been, perhaps understanding a little now what Soubi was talking about, about what Ritsuka needed, about what Soubi needed. If Ritsuka and Soubi can be there for each other's nightmares, then Kio might be the one to remind them about normalcy every once in a while, at least.
The thing is, Kio sometimes forgets that Ritsuka is still a kid, even with the sudden growth spurt he hit that has him just a couple inches shorter than him now, even with the ears and tails and the way his eyes light up sometimes when something makes him happy. It's easy to forget when he has seen the kid since he was half his actual size taking care of Soubi's wounds, a frown over his face, or when Ritsuka didn't complain about a new bruise forming over his cheekbone, a new bandage over his arm.
Of course he was scared of something like that and since Kio hasn't exactly made it a secret that he is in love with Soubi, of course Ritsuka might think that he's about to be rejected, or that the night the three of them spent together was just him doing so because of Soubi. Kio sighs and moves a hand to scratch at his hair because he is fucking messed up if thinking about this still manages to make him happy.
“Rit-chan, I just want you to know, what happened wasn't just because of what I feel for Sou-chan, okay?” At that Ritsuka finally looks at him and Kio grins and gets a step closer. Ritsuka seems to twitch but he doesn't run away and that's good, too, that he doesn't mind him being near. He stops close enough that he could touch Ritsuka if he wanted, but he keeps his hands in his pockets. “ Because you're important to me too. A lot.”
“... we're friends.” Ritsuka nods and looks down, acknowledging the importance, and if he doesn't sound happy at least he doesn't sound so rejected.
But still. Kio nods and licks his lips and it's been years since he last said something like this to someone who didn't know, years since the first time he told Sou-chan he was interested in him.
“Yeah, we are,” he agrees and then he reaches to touch Ritsuka gently, a hand against his face, where he has a new band-aid. “But I also like you, Rit-chan.”
He feels the way Ritsuka tenses, feels his skin warm up but Ritsuka doesn't push him away. Kio decides to think about it as a good sign and he swallows around his uncertainty to keep on talking.
“I like our friendship, Rit-chan, and I'm more than okay with us staying as friends if that's what you want,” Kio keeps on going, thumb stroking at Ritsuka's cheekbone. “But if you want more... I'm really okay with that, too. I just want you to know it wouldn't be just because of Sou-chan, okay? It'd be because of you, too.”
Ritsuka does nothing after he finishes talking and Kio waits for a few moments before he moves his hand way and back inside his pocket, takes a few deep breathes while he decides now it's time to move away and give the teenager room to breathe again, but before he can even give a step to the side, Ritsuka's hand closes around his wrist and he steps close to him, almost chest to chest but still a little room between them.
Kio doesn't dare to breathe as Ritsuka leans his head against his chest, and Kio wonders if the teen's heart is beating as crazy as his.
He finally calls with a “...Rit-chan?” when the silences gets to be too much, Ritsuka's fingers almost painfully tight around his wrist.
“Don't call me that,” Ritsuka murmurs, still blushing, fingers twitching against his wrist as if he doesn't know if he can hold on or no.
Kio takes a deep breath and lets go before he moves an arm around Ritsuka, leaning his head against Ritsuka's and gently kissing his temple, Ritsuka's hair tickling his face.
“Ritsuka, then,” Kio answers with the starts of a smile and he moves his other arm – Ritsuka's hold on his wrist loosening - smiles to be around Ritsuka's shoulders, smiling when Ritsuka looks at him almost shyly, placing his hands on his hips. “And I get to be plain ol' Kio, right?”
He waits, almost breathless, for the kid to nod his head just once, eyes still on him, before he leans forward, brushes his lips against Ritsuka's, eyes half open, giving all the room to do this or or not to the boy.
Ritsuka breaks apart after a moment of the soft touch, but it's just long enough to draw a shaky breath and lick his own lips before he takes a small step to get even closer, his hands now actually holding to his shirt even as he presses their lips together. Kio welcomes the kiss gladly, moves one of his hands down Ritsuka's back where he'd feel the bumps of his spine if not for the school jacket, his other hand on the back of Ritsuka's neck between the warmth of his skin and the softness of his dark hair.
Ritsuka kisses him as if he's trying to make a point, as if he's trying to show how much he wants this and as if he's dong his best to hide any possible hesitance or doubts he might have. Kio lets him take charge like that but he also slows the touch, draws a bit apart and feels a swell of arousal when Ritsuka leans forward to try to keep the kiss from breaking apart, hungry for this, for him. Ritsuka is still flushed when he opens his eyes but he doesn't look so nervous now and Kio smiles, leans forward and Ritsuka finds him halfway there for another kiss, now slower so that Kio can learn the way Ritsuka's tongue twines with his or the way he can feel Ritsuka's hands over his shirt.
Ritsuka backs him against the cupboard, the edge digging almost painfully against Kio's back but with the way Ritsuka is kissing him it's easy to ignore it. Kio sighs into the kiss, shivering when Ritsuka's fingers touch the stripe of skin his shirt doesn't quite cover and returns the favor by curling his fingers with Ritsuka's hair just enough that the teenager gasps, shuddering against him.
The edge of the cupboard is getting to be perhaps a little too much but Kio ignores it again as Ritsuka licks his neck and he can almost feel Ritsuka's hesitation before the teenager's teeth close gently against his earlobe and he tugs at it before swirling his tongue against the first two piercings there and the thought of Ritsuka doing this with Soubi, with Soubi spread on the sheets and Ritsuka's mouth closed around his ear or, fuck, his cock makes Kio moan, his own cock thickening when he thinks that maybemaybemaybe he's going to get to be part of that.
He can feel Ritsuka hard against his thigh, Ritsuka a little breathless as he rocks towards his touch, lips now against his collarbone and his hands still clenched over his hips and Kio breathes in and out slowly before he moves his thigh jut enough for Ritsuka to get some friction and the teen whimpers then so Kio does it again, his leg between Ritsuka's and with Ritsuka pressing him against the cupboard, but his weight feels good against him and Ritsuka shudders as he moves against him, the teenager panting against his neck and rocking against him, tiny shudders running over his back and Kio shivers, too, one hand flat against the cupboard and the other one flat beneath Ritsuka's shirt and he teases the skin around his tail and he gasps when that makes Ritsuka moan his name.
He knows it's not going to last much even if Ritsuka had seemed to know about how to touch him, how to make Soubi react and Kio wonders if one day it'll be okay to ask but for now he moves his thigh a bit more to help Ritsuka, ignores his own erection and when Ritsuka shivers and moans his release against his neck, holding unto him to keep himself standing up. Kio doesn't think that Ritsuka might bolt this time, not like the first time after he woke up with him and Soubi talking, but he still holds unto him, sure that if it happens again, there'll be no possible way for this to even begin.
After a few moments, Ritsuka moves a little, stands over his own feet and Kio finally lets go of the cupboard, moving a hand to rub at his back. Ritsuka is blushing again and he licks his lips, still standing close.
“You didn't...”
Kio shakes his head even when he knows Ritsuka is looking at his shoes, but he makes himself smile.
“We'll leave that for other time,” he adds with a hopeful smile, nervousness threatening to make him choke even more than not coming. That he can take care off quickly enough. The rest... “Okay, Rit-chan?”
Ritsuka huffs, still blushing even as he moves away, making a face at his clothes. Before Kio can ask again, Ritsuka leans towards him again, brushing his lips against his gently, just once.
“Only if you don't call me that.”
And then Ritsuka offers him a hesitant smile but it's there and Kio laughs, giddy with relief even as he drags the boy into a hug, calling him all kind of cutesy names that make the teenager complain as he tries to push him away.
“Ah. I see that you've made up,” Soubi announces as he comes back, taking off his shirt and the damn bastard sounds so damn smug that it just takes a shared glance from Ritsuka before they team up against him.
Kio is so giddy with relief that by the time the tickling and pushing turns into kissing once more that he ends up laughing against Soubi's neck, even with Ritsuka calling out loud a 'freaks'.
He can deal with this alright.
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on 2007-09-02 05:12 am (UTC)I'd just been thinking this morning that there was a lack of Loveless smut in my life. And then you post these two. So you've just made my evening. ^_^ Thank you~!
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on 2007-09-02 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-09-02 05:51 am (UTC)There might be? I'm not sure yet since I am working on a few longer - with plot, even! - stories, but I can't say for sure this idea won't bring out something.
Thanks for reading!
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on 2007-09-10 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-11 04:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!