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Gone but not Forgotten	By : trowacko Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 4836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title - Gone but not Forgotten

Author - trowacko

Rating - NC17

Warnings - Soubi/Ritsuka, something dark, no bleeding (by
request)

Disclaimers - I do not own Loveless in any way, nor do I
make a claim to. No profit, no harm done.

Author's note - written for Merith.

He
missed them sometimes...

"Missed what?"

Ritsuka gasped in surprise, snuggling deeper into Soubi's embrace. "My
family," he lied, feeling the light sweat peppered across his brow warm
anew. "Soubi--"

"Mmm," Soubi interjected before the question could be uttered. "Not yet."

Too small hands fisted delicately on the pillow before relaxing. Between them,
the metal chain clinked just as delicately, almost apologetically quiet when
the cuffs slipped further down his wrists.

My links. My bonds.

"I love you."

So soft that Ritsuka wasn't sure who'd spoken it. In the tilt of his head, a
look over his shoulder, he saw Soubi smile, that oh so special smile that was
all for him. The one that never failed to make him shiver. Ah, but the innocent
flutter sweetness in his stomach had begun to wither to a mild sense

of dread and fear and maybe

just a little revulsion

of something that he couldn't quite place. He watched the part of lips, heeded
the silent command to stretch his neck accordingly and met the kiss as eagerly
as he had that fated first time.

Like the first domino tilted past its precarious footing, he fell into Soubi's

lust

lips, matched tongue for prod and stretched and stretched until his chains
slipped over Soubi's neck to pull him closer.

Oh, no more, he pleaded silently when his legs opened with the spread of
innocence he'd all but forgotten. Oh, please, he whimpered at the hardness
stroked awake under too expert a touch. Oh, gasp when the play of them
slipped under and under to find the path already wetted, already ready,
tightened to temptation that he wanted and needed and had to have and have.

A boy's gangly limbs were moved and re-positioned while a boy's head fell back,
boneless in his body and mind that when he slid down to be impaled, his too
loud - too young - cry broke from his mouth in the symbol of his

loss

love, because he did love and loved so much that yes, it hurt, and he bled, but
only inside where he kept it in his heart to a beat only he could heed when
Soubi pulled and pushed fueled by eager grunts and whispers of

love you, love you, love you

affection against his neck. Gone was the boy who needed a picture to remind
himself that he still existed, mated to his beloved with this one little act
that marked his soul

whore whore whore

with something he couldn't name, but he knew it just the same.

"I love you," he whispered when the slip of a tear combined with a
drop of sweat that doubled the bitterness creeping down his cheek.

"Ritsuka," Soubi murmured over the thrust that kept them together.

When would it be enough, he wondered. When Soubi could be sated and he could
salvage what was left of his oh so broken youth. Oh, not yet and not now, not
when Soubi knew how to love him and make him live like this.

Ritsuka cried and cried out, forgetting that small thought that he'd awakened
with. Sometimes he missed his ears. But not all the time.

*just
because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's
insane*
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