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[FIC] Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka - Rated R

title: And One Day it Would, fandom/pairing: Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka, warnings: BL, hints of masturbation, adult situation, disclaimer: i do not own the lovely loveless...
author notes: this story was written (and posted late) to fulfill a request from the yaoi_challenge comm of "Soubi/Ritsuka : Ritsuka's phone calls finally lead to something more than conversation. [Request by kusano]" and I'm so sorry it's late! forgive me.





Soubi touched the brush to parchment and gave the tiniest of swoops to the tip. The stroke complete, he set the brush aside and sat back on his haunches, staring at the finished piece. He’d have to wait until morning to look at it by natural light, but if any changes were necessary, he would be surprised. His final project was done.

His mobile rang as he reached for his pack of smokes; Soubi had a cigarette shook out even as he flipped his phone open. It was Ritsuka.

“Soubi?”

Smiling at the phone, Soubi opened the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. “Did you expect someone else to answer my phone?” He lit his cigarette, and inhaled listening to Ritsuka brush off his question.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you for two days!”

He refrained from looking at the phone, knowing it wouldn’t show him what was behind the question. “I’m always a phone call away, Ritsuka.” He leaned a forearm on the balcony rail, and watched the fireflies dance among the trees in the small garden park below. “You know I’ve been working on my school project.” Soubi could almost picture the scowl on Ritsuka’s face; the looks from the boy’s dislike for being chided were worth his wrath.

“She’s... Yuiko’s leaving. She’s moving.”

This time he did check the connection. “But you’ve known for some time this would come.” He flicked his ashes over the side and brought the cigarette to his lips. “Her father’s transfer was what? Three? Four months ago?” Soubi pulled the band from his hair, and shook the ponytail free, letting the small breeze ruffle his hair.

“But Soubi!”

And he imagined just what the boy was doing. Ritsuka would be standing in the middle of his room, halted in his pacing to clench a fist at his side. Soubi almost smiled. “Her family has been too long apart. It will be good for her to be with her father again. To be settled in a new neighborhood before she starts high school.”

“I know.”

At the resignation in those two words, Soubi wondered if he had time to go to him, to stay with him. “When does she leave?” He kept his tone neutral.

“After this term, during summer break.” Ritsuka’s sigh was loud in Soubi’s ear. “Two weeks.”

“Then we’ll have to make the most of her time left.” Soubi took the last drag and blew its smoke, rubbing the butt out. “We should go to Yokohama together.”

“She would like that.” The catch in Ritsuka’s voice tugged at Soubi.

“Let’s meet tomorrow after school and make plans then,” he said, tossing the spent butt away and returning inside. “Tell me of your day. What did you do in school?”

“The same as always.” Ritsuka’s tone was reluctant.

Soubi laid on his bed, dangling his legs off to the side. “Maths, history, lunch?” He added a touch of a smile with a hint of a chuckle his reward.

“Well, in gym we had to play with this ball. One of those,” Soubi heard a slight rustle, and could imagine Ritsuka lying on his own bed. “Big, heavy balls...”

“A medicine ball?” Soubi supplied, toeing off his socks.

“Yeah! One of those.” Another rustle, and Soubi knew the boy was settling in amongst his blankets. “This one guy was throwing the ball too hard and hit another boy in the head, knocking him out.”

As Ritsuka continued to tell of his day, of the trouble his classmate had gotten into, Soubi pulled his feet up on the bed, bent his knees, and listened.




The girl giggled and fell over sideways, her head landing in his lap. Soubi gave Kio a look from across the table. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be ready to sleep where she was. Shoving her off his leg crossed his mind; the resulting clamor wouldn’t have been worth it. He would wake her when Kio had gotten her friend’s number, he could wait that long.

His mobile rang, still loud from inside his pocket, and Soubi fished it out, even as the girl woke, protesting his movement and the noise.

“Soubi... are you having a party?”

It was Ritsuka, and the girl hadn’t risen. “Just a moment,” he said into the phone, and nudged at the girl. When she didn’t move quick enough, Soubi slipped out from under her, gained his feet and headed towards the kitchen with her squawk following him. The door shut firmly against the noise, Soubi leaned against the countertop and put the phone to his ear. “Ritsuka, is anything the matter?”

“You were having a party.” His tone was accusatory.

Soubi sighed silently and closed his eyes. “No, not a party. Kio just stopped by.”

“I heard a girl.”

“Kio brought a couple of girls with him. He thought I could use them in my next showing.” He rubbed the pads of his fingers over his forehead. “They’re models.”

“Kio,” Ritsuka said, and without the teen saying more, Soubi knew by the very nuance what Ritsuka was saying.

“They’ll be leaving soon, Ritsuka. I haven’t seen Kio in weeks.” He would have smiled if the pain in his head would have been less. “Was there something you needed me for, Ritsuka?”

“No.” The word was drawn out.

Before Ritsuka could say more, or Soubi could ask another question, the door opened, bringing the sounds from the stereo, the two girls talking and a slightly inebriated Kio. Soubi frowned at his friend. Kio waved back through the door saying, “the girls are waiting. Tell the boy to go to bed and come on.”

“What is he telling you?” Ritsuka’s question could be heard as a small, shrill thing in the broom closet kitchen.

Soubi glared and took a step forward. “Wait in the other room. I’ll be out when I’m finished.” Over Kio’s shoulder, he spotted one of the girls remove an outer blouse, leaving a skimpy tank to cover her ample assets. “Or take your friends back to your place.”

“It’s snowing, Soubi. You wouldn’t kick us out in the snow.” Kio was pouting.

“Call a cab.” He pointed to the door, and Kio stumbled out, rejoining the girls. Soubi ignored the loud protesting heard from the other room. Something was bothering Ritsuka. “What’s the matter Ritsuka? Why did you call?”

“Nothing.” Soubi could hear the pout in his voice despite the clipped response.

“Then I should say good night?” he left the question hanging.

“No!” Ritsuka rushed. “It’s just that...” Soubi heard the loud sigh from the other end. “You’re always so busy, and I never get to see you any more.”

Soubi leaned over the counter. “I know, Ritsuka. But it’s a new job, and I have a lot of work to do.” He picked at a spot of dried liquid with a fingernail. “You can always call me.”

“It’s not the same.”

From the other room, Soubi heard Kio’s call, telling him they were leaving, and the door shutting. He left his little haven to verify, waiting for Ritsuka to continue. “I promise you we will spend more time together soon. I’m no longer a student, making my own hours.” Soubi locked the door, and began picking up empty bottles, and used glasses.

“I know, I know!” Soubi paused halfway to the kitchen, recalling the tone from conversations past; Ritsuka might be older, but there were times... “Yayoi wants to go to the movies Saturday. To see that horror show, you know the one?” Ritsuka was sounding breathless.

“Yes, the movie you were talking about last week? Where a man turns into a monster from a science experiment gone wrong?” He separated the glasses from his pile, throwing the trash in its bins, and placing the glassware in the sink.

“That’s it. So, anyway, I was wondering...” Soubi rinsed out a sponge and carried it back to the table. “Well, if you weren’t too busy...” Soubi frowned slightly, and then smiled, closing his eyes as if to hide it from himself. “Wouldyouwanttogowithme?”

Soubi blinked. He had some idea on what Ritsuka had asked, but... “Could you repeat that a little more slowly?”

“Soubi!” Ritsuka didn’t have to be in the same room to feel the embarrassment.

“What time, Ritsuka?” He wiped the table down, found a scrap piece of paper with a name and phone number on it. After glaring at it for a moment, he wadded it up.

“I-I was thinking that maybe we could get something to eat... and... and maybe go to some shops before the show.”

He washed his hands, shut off the kitchen lights and headed towards his room. “It sounds like fun.” The floor was chilly on his feet; the bedroom’s air more so on his bare chest. “We could stop by that game store you like.” He shed his jeans, leaving them with his shirt and laid back on his bed. “If you find something you like, I’ll even buy it for you, okay?”

“Okay.” Ritsuka was sounding more like himself.

“How was school today? Did you pass your English test?” Soubi settled back, bringing a hand to his forehead and marveled at the loss of his headache.

“Of course I did! I told you when I started the class I knew more than the teacher.” The scorn was back in Ritsuka’s voice. “She does try hard, but most of the guys are there only because she’s pretty.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Soubi smiled, already knowing the answer.

“Soubi!”

He chuckled softly and began to ask Ritsuka questions on the different class subjects, on his friends and about his family. It was late, and long past when he should have told Ritsuka to go to bed before they stopped talking. With his light out, his mobile on recharge, Soubi was asleep in minutes.




After he’d washed, after he’d shampooed and let the suds rinse from his body, he turned the knob to hot, far enough over billowing clouds rolled up from the shower floor. He leaned back against the wall; let the water scald his skin; let the heat soak deep; let his too tense muscles relax.

He answered his mobile on the third ring, snagging a towel from the rack, and wiping his face and upper body even as he gave greeting.

“Soubi, what took you so long?”

It was Ritsuka, but he’d known that from the special ringtone programmed into the phone. “I was taking a shower.” He stood on the bath rug, letting the water drip from his hair, rewetting his skin and soaking the mat.

“Oh,” was Ritsuka’s only response. An apology for interrupting wasn’t expected, and wasn’t given. “You have to help me! I’m not coming up with the right answer and I’m going to fail the test tomorrow, I just know it!”

Soubi mopped at his face again. “Give me a minute, Ritsuka,” he said and reached in to turn off the shower. Using his towel, he wrung some of the excess water from his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. “You could have asked while I was there,” Soubi told him, leaving the bathroom and walking barefoot through his room to the livingroom beyond.

“But we were doing history stuff then. Now it’s algebra and this problem’s killing me!”

Nudging his leather work case out of the way, Soubi slid his chair away from the desk. “Just let me get a pencil and some paper,” he said, sitting and reaching into a drawer. He picked up his glasses from where he’s tossed them on the desk and put them on. “Okay, so what’s the problem?”

Ritsuka shuffling some papers came through the phone as Soubi waited. He swiped a finger through a drop of water that’d fallen from his hair, and hooked the strand back behind an ear.

“Solving for two variables, y and x. The first equation is six x plus two y equals thirty-six. The second equation is nine x minus y equals six.” Soubi wrote the equations down and looked at it for a moment frowning.

“Ritsuka, you should know how to do this.” He make a couple of quick notations and double checked his answer. “This is basic second year.”

“But Soubi...” Ritsuka made a soft snort and Soubi heard the scratching of his pencil. “X is two and y is twelve?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve got.” Soubi lifted the corner of his towel and bent over to wipe a line of water from his face and neck. “Now, are there any other problems you need help with?”

“No.” Ritsuka sighed. “If I don’t pass the test, I can’t go with you to see Yuiko.”

Soubi leaned back in his chair and tossed the pencil up on his desk. “You’ll do fine on your test, Ritsuka.” He smiled into the phone. “You’re looking forward to seeing her again?”

“Yes!”

Even though he had known the answer, Soubi still wanted to ask; Ritsuka had pleaded with him often enough in the past year and a half to take him to visit. “Is there anything else you’d like to do while we’re there? We have a week to spend.”

“Anything! Everything!”

Soubi laughed. “I don’t know if we have that much time, but I think we can fit a few excursions in there.” He removed his glasses, folded the arms and put them back in their case. “There’s still a week an a half to change your mind about going.”

“No, I want to go. I-I’m... we...” Soubi could hear Ritsuka moving about. “We’ll be able to spend time together too.”

“What are you talking about? Haven’t I been over there nearly every day this week? And didn’t we go to that car show you were interested in last Sunday?”

The noise Ritsuka made was somewhere between a groan and an oath. “But that’s different! The only time we’re alone any more is when you help with my homework and then it’s only to do homework.” The distinctive sound of Ritsuka throwing himself on his bed was loud in Soubi’s ear. “Just– never mind!” The boy was suddenly angry.

He had to swallow hard to keep the laugh down. Rubbing the pad of his thumb over the ridge of an eye, Soubi mellowed his voice. “It’s not easy, Ritsuka, but it has to be done.”

“I still don’t understand why.” The petulance was clear. “I’m not a child.”

“You’re young enough.” Soubi rose and went to the kitchen. He wanted a drink, but settled for a glass of water. “In another year...”

“Four boys and two girls, Soubi! I’m old enough.”

The glass to his lips, Soubi paused. He lowered it only enough to say, “maybe I’m not old enough,” and took a drink.

“Soubi!”

He laughed then, but softly and listened to Ritsuka’s silence. Placing the glass in the sink, he walked back through the house in darkness, back to his room where he laid on his bed. Ritsuka’s breathing had evened out, Soubi was no longer in danger of his anger.

“So, you were...” Ritsuka hiccupped. “You were taking a shower?” his voice had dropped to a soft, low tone.

Lowering his hand from raking out his hair, Soubi almost looked at the receiver. “Yes.” Though he kept his own voice matter-of-fact, it didn’t keep his pulse from thrumming.

“Are you still wet, or are you...” there was a hitch to his voice, “dressed?”

Soubi closed his eyes and cursed the sudden thickening stir at Ritsuka’s question. “No, I’m not dressed.” Ritsuka’s slight hiss wasn’t missed. “But I’m not wet either.”

“Uh,” the sound came out in a gasp. “You-you’re naked?”

His towel twitched. “I’m not having this conversation with you Ritsuka.” He kept his hand deliberately away from touching any part of his body.

“But Soubi...”

“No, so you either have to talk about something else, or I’m hanging up the phone.”

Ritsuka swore an oath and was silent. More than a minute past before Ritsuka said another word, starting in on a story from school not yet told. And Soubi sighed quietly, releasing the tension in his legs, up his back and along his arms. It was becoming harder to resist.

“So what did Yayoi do then?” One of these days, he wouldn’t have to fight it any more.




The ringing of his mobile pulled him straight from sleep, and he had it to his ear before he’d even opened his eyes. At Ritsuka’s whispered greeting, he sat up, pushing hair from his face, and rubbing sleeping out of his eyes.

“Ritsuka? What’s wrong?” He glanced at the clock, feeling as though he’d just fallen asleep.

“Nothing,” Ritsuka was still whispering. “Soubi... I...”

Soubi drew his legs up, rested an elbow on one knee and held his head in his hand, waiting for Ritsuka to continue. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, I just got home from a party,” Ritsuka said, his voice a little louder, but lower than normal volume. He made a sound somewhere between a giggle and a laugh – more giggle than laugh.

“Are you drunk?” Soubi glared at the phone.

“No.” And Ritsuka made another giggle-laugh. “Well, maybe just a little.”

“Ritsuka –”

“I know, Soubi! I know!” Ritsuka interrupted. “I know what you’ve told me, but it was only a little.” Soubi heard him sigh and a rustle, and he could imagine the teen rolling over in bed. “I... missed you.”

“Missed me?” Soubi smiled, no longer surprised at hearing endearing words from Ritsuka’s mouth. “We just had dinner together. You haven’t had time to miss me.”

“Soubi!” A flash of anger and then another sigh. “It’s just that... there were... couples there. And most of them didn’t have,” his voice dropped to a low whisper, “ears or tails.”

Soubi scratched at his head where he remembered his ears to be. “Ritsuka...”

“No, Soubi. Don’t.” Ritsuka tone was suddenly sharp. “I saw kids younger than me kissing, without ears and tail. I stood around while everyone was flirting and dancing and drinking and.... and I,” his voice dropped low once more, “I kept thinking of you and how much I wanted to be with you and not at some stupid party.”

“Ritsuka,” Soubi breathed, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply and released it slowly before speaking. “We’ve talked about this. Nothing more than a kiss.” His eyes opened and he stared into the dark of his room. “Not until you’re at least seventeen.”

“Sixteen.”

“Seventeen, and I’m not arguing about it.”

“Soubi! That’s years away!” The frustration was plain in his voice.

“It’s only just over a year. You’ll be sixteen in less than a month. Besides, Seimei still had his ears at seventeen,” Soubi reminded him.

“Seimei,” Ritsuka said as a curse. “But he never loved–” he bit off the last words.

He had to smile and wished he were there, or Ritsuka with him. It might not have been safe, but he could have shown him how he felt. “Ritsuka, I would do anything for you. You know that.” He closed his eyes, knowing there were worst things than living through what they did. “I would walk away from a fight – disobey an order, from anyone. And have...”

“Soubi...” Ritsuka stopped; it was a day they never spoke about, a day neither wanted to remember.

Running his fingers up into his hair, Soubi clenched a fistful and pulled tight. “Ritsuka, what I’m telling you is...” he took a steadying breath, “don’t make your first time – our first time – something less than what it should be.”

In the time it took for Ritsuka to say anything more, Soubi had straightened the blanket, laid back down, and fell into a light doze. The words he heard, he thought he’d dreamt, and he asked Ritsuka to repeat them.

“I said okay,” Ritsuka said with some grumpiness. “Seventeen. But Soubi it’s just...”

“I know, Ritsuka.” Soubi’s sigh was nearly in sync with Ritsuka’s. “Are you,” he hesitated a moment, “in bed?”

A shifting rustle was heard. “Yeeaaaah.” The curiosity was palatable in his tone.

The idea grew stronger. “Then, make yourself comfortable. I’m going to tell you a story.” He was smiling at the thought.

“O-kay.” There was some hesitation and then, “What are you going to do, Soubi?”

“Just trust me.” Through the phone, he could hear Ritsuka moving about, a jog-shuffle rustling, the possible soft rasp of clothing sliding over skin. Soubi could almost see it, visualize it.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Ritsuka sounded almost breathless.

Closing his eyes, inhaling deeply, Soubi called to mind a familiar picture. “This will happen some day,” he began. “It will begin one lazy day as the rain drums against the windows. A man sits on his couch reading, but not really. His eyes are on his lover, a man much younger than he,” Soubi heard the slight intake of breath, “The older man is called Sou, and the younger, Uka.. As Sou watches, Uka sits on the floor, playing a video game, because that is what he likes to do.” Soubi could see Ritsuka sitting cross-legged on the floor, a game controller in his hands, and his concentration focused on the television.

“Sou moves quietly from the couch to sit right behind Uka, his legs to either side and his chest nearly touching the back of Uka’s shirt.” He could hear Ritsuka stirring, and licked his lips. “He stops Uka from turning by whispering in his ear, kissing his neck and pulling his shirt from out of his waistband. ‘Uka,’ he says. ‘I have a game we can play.’ and Uka nearly misses a move he’s made a hundred times before.

“He can barely speak, for Sou’s hands are pushing his shirt up, his fingers teasing his nipples and tickling his skin. ‘What game?’ he manages at last, and Sou laughs softly in his ear, sucks on his lobe.”

“Soubi...” his name was a breath amid the shallow panting ones.

“‘You handle your controller,’ Sou told him, licking a spot low on his neck, even as one of his hands slides down to Uka’s fly. ‘And I’ll handle mine.’ The sound of his zipper being undone drowns out the game’s background noise, and Uka moaned, and leaned back against Sou. ‘Don’t let your man die,’ Sou said, sliding his hand into Uka’s pants. ‘And you will be rewarded.’”

Ritsuka was breathing harder, faster, and the little catches clawed at Soubi. He ignored the hardening of his cock, ignored the need to touch himself. This was Ritsuka’s story, and one day, it would be theirs.





~enjoy!

Comments

grrr . . . .

You're an evil, evil woman!
How could you stop there?

Man, that was sooo sweet, I think I'll keep smiling all evening long :D

thanks-a-bunch!

(Anonymous)

Wicked Fic!

Excellent fic! You've inspired me to become the head of education and make people like Soubi mandatory in all schools across Canada! What a hell of a way to learn math! -Alice
Yay! Loved very very much! You should write more of them =)
I love it!!! I totally agree, how could you stop there~~~ I hope you'll write more or continue this. xD I absolutely adore Soubi/Ritsuka

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