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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Loveless
  Relationship:
      Agatsuma_Soubi/Aoyagi_Ritsuka
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-10-26 Words: 1858
****** Visceral ******
by inksheddings
Summary
     If only they could just blame the spell.

"Ritsuka, please. Let me take you home."
It was incredibly difficult and totally against Soubi's nature to utter those
words at a time like this. He didn't want to take Ritsuka home. He wanted him
to stay here, just like this. He absolutely did not want to stop.
Soubi was naked and kneeling on the cold floor of his apartment. His hands were
expertly tied behind his back. Ritsuka's hands had been shaking when he'd begun
wrapping the bandages around his wrists, so Soubi had talked him through it,
making sure he tied them tightly enough not to break.
Ritsuka was standing over him, still clothed, but from his position on the
floor Soubi could see that Ritsuka was hard beneath his jeans.
Without thinking about it, Soubi leaned forward and pressed his nose against
Ritsuka's crotch, inhaling deeply.
Ritsuka's knee came up and smacked Soubi underneath his chin, and without his
hands to balance his body he fell back onto his ass.
"Soubi! I didn't give you permission to touch me! I didn't give you permission
to move, you never listen, you just-"
The displeased look on Ritsuka's face faded quickly, taken over by one of fear
and confusion. "Oh God. Soubi, I'm sorry!"
Ritsuka flung his arms around Soubi's neck and clung tightly. "Can't we stop
this? I don't want to hurt you!" Ritsuka pleaded.
Soubi desperately wanted to comfort his Sacrifice, and he pulled futilely
against his bonds. The feel of Ritsuka sobbing against his naked skin and his
own inability to actively touch him back only made his erection harder.
Maybe Ritsuka wasn't ready for this, but Soubi had been waiting for what felt
like his entire life.
"I'm sorry, Ritsuka," Soubi said, partially truthful. "But the spell that
Boundless used against us, even though we defeated them, it can't be helped
unless they release us themselves."
Which wasn't likely. The Boundless pair had been strong, smug, and brutal. And
totally caught off guard when Soubi's Words turned their Perpetual Domination
spell around on them, temporarily making the Fighter control the Sacrifice
instead of the other way around. The confusion this caused had allowed Loveless
to win the battle, but had done nothing to reverse the effects of Boundless'
original and innovative attack.
Ritsuka was now overcome with the desire to dominate Soubi sexually, and he was
all but helpless to fight against it. And as much as the idea of Ritsuka
physically controlling him turned Soubi on, if Ritsuka didn't accept his role
completely and enthusiastically, the experience would tear him – tear them –
apart.
"Ritsuka, you must listen to me. Can you do that now?"
Ritsuka didn't say anything, but managed to control his erratic breathing and
nod into Soubi's neck.
"I can take you home. I will take you home, if that's what you want; what you
need. But I'm not sure...actually, I'm quite positive it wouldn't reduce the
effects of the spell. If we don't see this through...."
Ritsuka tensed up against him, and Soubi felt a deep disappointment clench his
gut. But when Ritsuka slowly pulled back and looked in his eyes, what Soubi saw
was sheer determination and understanding mixed with the confused desire of a
fourteen-year-old boy. Soubi couldn't help himself, he moaned and thrust
forward against Ritsuka's lap. He was going to completely belong to Ritsuka,
physically as well as mentally, and nothing in his life had ever been more of a
turn-on.
"Get up," Ritsuka commanded, and Soubi could only imagine the effort it had
taken to keep his voice even and strong.
Ritsuka moved away, out of Soubi's reach and stood up straight and proud. As he
unbuttoned his shirt to reveal pale skin and a still-slight build, Soubi was
struck by the contrast between his youthful appearance and the mature demeanor
with which he often carried himself.
Soubi would have come on the spot if he was sure it wouldn't displease Ritsuka.
"I said, get up," Ritsuka repeated as he removed his jeans quickly, as if
worried he'd change his mind.
Soubi rolled over onto his knees and placed his forehead against the floor. It
wasn't a necessary move in order to stand, but he wanted to expose himself this
way to Ritsuka; he wanted to show just how willing he was to have Ritsuka take
him – all of him.
Soubi stood and turned around to face Ritsuka, who was now completely naked and
just as hard as Soubi. His ears were twitching along with his cock, and his
tail was wrapped around his leg, the tip slowly caressing the sensitive skin on
the inside of his thigh.
All of Soubi's dreams were about to come true. He only hoped Ritsuka wouldn't
end up hating him for it.
"All right," Ritsuka said as he closed the distance and trailed his fingers
down from Soubi's collarbone all the way to the curls around his cock. He
twisted his fingers around the coarse hairs and tugged just enough to make
Soubi suck in a tight breath in heavenly anticipation. "But I won't hurt you. I
choose to only do things that make you feel good. To-to make you do only things
that feel good. So, Soubi, what makes you feel good?"
Ritsuka's hand slipped down between Soubi's legs to cup and squeeze his balls.
Soubi didn't know where Ritsuka had learned to do that, and he wondered again
about the nature of this spell and what it might compel his Sacrifice to do?
Soubi bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"You do, Ritsuka. You make me feel good."
Ritsuka leaned forward and up on his toes to lick at the small drop of blood on
Soubi's lip.
"Walk to the bed. Kneel on the floor facing it and lay your upper body down
only. Do you understand?"
Soubi nodded and did as he was told. He wanted so badly to spread his legs for
Ritsuka, but he didn't. He wouldn't do anything Ritsuka didn't want him to do,
hadn't told him to do. But the sudden feel of Ritsuka's cock nudging his ass
didn't make the urge any easier to resist. The slickness of his precome aroused
Soubi to the point of near-orgasm, but he held off, somehow managing to keep
his body still.
"Open your legs wide," Ritsuka ordered as he pushed at Soubi's arms until he
bent his elbows and moved his bound hands higher up his back and away from his
ass, giving Ritsuka a full and unobstructed view.
Soubi eagerly complied, but what came next wasn't the feel of Ritsuka's cock
pushing into him. No, it was the silky slide of his tail that Soubi felt
against his hole.
"If I'm going to give you my ears and tail," Ritsuka mused, "perhaps I should
really give them to you?"
Soubi felt the tip of the tail push in ever so slightly, and it was a weird
combination of the pain of unlubricated intrusion and the soft tickling
sensation of satiny fur.
It seemed that Ritsuka had indeed given himself over to the effects of the
spell, but...on his own terms. Because there was one thing Soubi did understand
about this particular spell that he hadn't told Ritsuka, uncertain if the
knowledge would have made him feel better or worse about their situation. The
spell wouldn't – couldn't – make you do anything that wasn't already a part of
your nature. Maybe a buried and small part, but the instincts had to be there
nonetheless.
The fact that Ritsuka was teasing him like this, that the desire and the intent
had been there all along, for him, for Soubi....
Soubi couldn't help it, all his years of self-control failed him in that moment
and he came. Without a hand or a thrust, he came against the bedspread at the
mere thought of Ritsuka wanting this, even in just a small, hidden way.
"Did you just...?" Ritsuka asked, his voice quiet and astonished, and Soubi's
hazy brain wasn't sure if his Sacrifice was pleased or pissed-off.
Soubi felt a hand work its way between his legs and he hissed at the feel
against his over-sensitized flesh.
Then the hand was gone, and Ritsuka's tail slipped out of him. Soubi whimpered
at the loss and the possible early end to their encounter. Perhaps Ritsuka was
pissed-off, or at least freaked out, and Soubi damned himself for his lack of
control, his inability to please Ritsuka, it had just been so long, and-
A cock – Ritsuka's cock – slicked with what had to be Soubi's own come was
pushing none-too-gently into him. Apparently, Ritsuka wasn't exactly unhappy
and ohhhhhhhh....
*****
Soubi woke up, slightly sore but pleasantly so. He reached across the bed to
take Ritsuka into his arms but found he was alone.
He sat up quickly and was relieved to find Ritsuka sitting by the window,
staring out of it while wearing only one of Soubi's t-shirts. Yes, Soubi was
relieved, but a little concerned too. Somehow, without his ears and tail, he
looked even smaller. Even younger.
Soubi was stricken by the fear that going through with the spell's urgings had
been a mistake after all.
"It's okay, Soubi," Ritsuka said, as if he'd read Soubi's mind.
Ritsuka turned and looked at him, smiling gently. "I get it now. At least...a
little bit." Ritsuka blushed slightly, and the familiarity of it warmed Soubi's
heart. "The spell, how it works. The timing might have been off, but the
feeling behind what we did – what I did. That was all real. So. It's okay."
Soubi heard the honesty in Ritsuka's voice, but he also saw the tears begin to
fall from his eyes.
Soubi was out of bed instantly and holding him as close as he possibly could,
whispering words of encouragement as Ritsuka let his emotions loose and cried
and cried and cried....
Soubi felt closer to him now than he did at any point last night, and he felt
some strange understanding of his own work its way into his heart, though he
wasn't quite sure how to name it yet. Not that it mattered, only Ritsuka
mattered.
"No more...tying you up," Ritsuka declared earnestly once his tears began to
dry. "I can learn to be...firm with you, but I don't want- I can't-" But
Ritsuka was obviously still too confused to state his thoughts clearly.
"Whatever you want, Ritsuka. Or whatever you don't want. All I want is you. I
love you."
And amazingly enough, Soubi had apparently said the right thing because Ritsuka
started laughing.
"I guess it's too much to expect you to change your spots, not even one of
them" Ritsuka teased, but didn't sound at all upset about it.
Soubi tousled his hair lovingly, and found himself slightly nostalgic for the
feel of an ear he could pinch and nip at. Mostly he felt happy, because maybe
he couldn't change – just as Ritsuka said – but even without ears and a tail,
it didn't seem that Ritsuka was going to change all that much either.
And that's what finally convinced Soubi that they'd be okay.
END
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