[Loveless] Control, PG, Romance, Ritsuka/Soubi

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Emi's birthday.
08.12.2005


I’ve always thought it sort of interesting how the 12 year-old is forced into the role of the seme. Can he deal with it?

10. control; Ritsuka/Soubi, loveless, pg
Ritsuka’s cat ears were flattened along his head, tail twitching nervously. His heart pounded uneasily and he didn’t know how he was going to do this, if he was really going to be able to, and why was he doing it again? A shift of clothing against skin drew his eyes across the room to where Soubi was sitting patiently on his bed, questioning look on his face, and Ritsuka remembered why.

His breath caught. It—it was Soubi’s birthday today. And Ritsuka had debated with himself for weeks, as soon as he’d found out, really, over what to get Soubi—this adult who was almost like a protector, an older brother, a friend, but was none of those things in actuality. His fighter, of course, but somehow Ritsuka rather thought their relationship defied description.

“Soubi,” he said, voice faltering slightly, hesitant. He flicked a quick glance at the man on his bed, whose hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, coat discarded on a nearby chair.

“Yes, Ritsuka?”

He swallowed. He’d finally figured out what Soubi had wanted most and realized it was something he’d known all along. The only question now was whether he would be able to go through with it or not. “Take your hair down,” he ordered, voice still shaking slightly.

Soubi glanced at him, surprised. Still, he lifted his hands to his hair and pulled the tie out, silky blond locks falling forward. Then he looked at Ritsuka again.

Ritsuka’s tail curled around him. “Take your glasses off and lie down on the bed,” he said, voice still soft.

Soubi looked surprised and a little curious. “Ritsuka,” he murmured, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t question me,” Ritsuka snapped, and his voice was stronger then. “It’s an order. Do as you’re told.” He clenched his hands into fists and tried to slow the rapid pace of his heart. He watched as Soubi flashed him an even more curious look before he complied, taking off his glasses and setting them on Ritsuka’s desk before lying back on the bed.

Ritsuka took a deep breath and strode to stand next to him. “Close your eyes,” he told him, “and keep your hands flat on the bed at all times.” He crawled onto the bed and, heart racing, settled on top of Soubi’s hips. At the contact, Soubi jerked, but he kept his eyes closed and his hands flat on the bed.

Ritsuka licked his lips nervously. “Don’t think. Just listen to my voice.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss on Soubi’s cheek, flushing as he did so. “Want this,” he whispered, voice falling. His breath hovered over Soubi’s lips and, slowly, tentatively, he pressed his mouth on Soubi’s.

“Ritsuka,” Soubi breathed.

“Don’t talk.” Ritsuka murmured the command against Soubi’s mouth. He leaned further into the kiss. “Just kiss me.”

And Soubi did and it was a few minutes longer before Ritsuka sat up, still shuddering and flushed, his fingers wrapped in Soubi’s long hair. “Y-you can open your eyes now, Soubi,” he said shakily. “You can move and do whatever now.”

Soubi sat up, concerned gaze on the boy in his lap, and Ritsuka collapsed against his chest. “Happy birthday,” he whispered.

Long fingers rubbed his head soothingly, fingering his cat ears. “Thank you, Ritsuka.”

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The, er, point, if you missed it in all its subtle glory, was that Soubi’s wish was for Ritsuka to command him and dictate his actions. It’s what Seimei would’ve done, after all. I contemplated making it more obvious (and crude) by having Soubi come (yes, that way) at Ritsuka’s command, but decided against it.