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Ears are Innocence	By : FairyBean Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 1749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Ritsuka.”

The voice penetrated thought the fog of his mind and he stirred, a little moan escaping his lips as he felt the pain. Muggy through the drugs.

“I love you, Ritsuka.”

His eyes flew open. “Soubi!” he yelled, sitting up, his hair flying forward over his face as he was pulled to an abrupt stop. He hissed with pain as he doubled over. The I.V ripped from his arm and blood pooling on the crisp white sheets as his stitches popped. Beeping was all around him and he struggled as nurses and doctors came into the room hurriedly. “Soubi! Agatsuma Soubi!” he yelled, fighting them as they pushed him back to the bed. “Where are you?!”

Tears leaked from his eyes as the needle slipped easily into his arm and he began to feel sleepy. “Soubi, Sou…bi,” he breathed as his eyes drooped and he fell once again into the darkness of sleep.

He walked through the darkness, looking for something. What had he been looking for?

“Loveless, call your fighter,” the voice had come from nowhere and everywhere. He stopped. Soubi. Soubi was who he was looking for.

“I..cannot,” he spoke back, confident. He needed not to be scared as his mind whispered, “You don’t have the connection, he isn’t your fighter he belongs to Seimei.”

Soubi had gone somewhere again, another secret. He clenched his fist over his heart, bowing his head a moment at the pain he felt beneath his fist. Then he shuddered, his spine tingling and ears twitching. Whoever was out there had engaged their fighting system. He knew the feel now, felt the rings pass through him as it went further than he had expected. Now words were power. Except he didn’t know the words. He was the sacrifice.

“We belong together, like peas in a pod, separable only when broken, we are-“

Anything after that was a blur, rushed footsteps, his voice and his mind both calling for Soubi, wishing he could hear, wanting him to answer his cell phone. The duo had broken him easily, their spells cutting him down like wheat. And then he was here, in the hospital and without his phone. The nurses had taken it away and Soubi had not come. Two days now, the first day was spent in delirium, so maybe it had been more than two days. He didn’t know. His heart ached.

…..

He woke again to the beeping but it was steady. There was a weight on his feet and he looked down, trying unsuccessfully to move. For a moment he thought it was Soubi as he just took in the long hair splayed around but it was the wrong colour. “Yuiko, what…?”

She looked up quickly, her face spreading into a smile before she threw herself on him, holding him tightly and crying. “You weren’t at school and we were worried.”

Wait….We?!

He tried to contain himself, but his heart had just skipped a beat. “W-We?” he stuttered and looked to the open doorway. Then he heard it and his face fell into a frown before he could control it. A moment later Natsuo and Youji battled through the door, fighting over a box of chocolate. They stopped and looked guiltily at Ritsuka when they saw he was awake.

“Hey,” Natsuo said. “Feeling better?”

“Where is he?” Ritsuka countered. He knew they lived with him, knew they would know. Natsuo looked sidelong at Youji who came to the bed.

“At home. He wouldn’t come. We told him Ritsuka, honest we told him you were here. What happened?”

“Yuiko, would you please get me a juice?” he asked with a beautiful smile. He liked her, she was such a happy girl. She jumped up with an affirmative sound and ran from the room. “I don’t know, a spell battle. But I don’t remember the name, I don’t remember anything except the pain!” he grit. Then he looked up. “Fine, tell Soubi I don’t want to see him.”

Youji sighed and nodded. “Alright, we will. When are you getting out? We can pick you up.”

Ritsuka looked to the door as Yuiko returned with a nurse in tow, who ignoring everyone in the room but Ritsuka himself started to check the monitors and mutter to herself. “You were lucky you know. If the ambulance had been any later then you wouldn’t have made it. That nice man, maybe a student? He carried you all the way here, wouldn’t let you go.”

That did it, all three of them stared at the nurse as Yuiko, oblivious as she always seemed just continued to poke the straw into the juice box she had brought in. “What man?” Youji blurted without thinking and Natsuo elbowed him. The nurse smiled.

“A young man with glasses, he was pretty beat up too, nothing some antiseptic wouldn’t fix, looked worse than it was. He left soon after that, seemed not quite right but there was no reason for us to keep him here.”

“WHY!” all three boys shouted and Yuiko finally cottoned on. She didn’t say anything, only took Ritsuka’s hand, pressing the juice into it and then pulled the Zero boys outside. Ritsuka moved to follow but the nurse pushed him back to the bed.

“Now rest here, you’re already getting too agitated. I don’t want to have to stop your visitors.”

Ritsuka nodded carefully, he had to play along for now. He would follow them once the nurse was gone. A funny thought struck him as he lay back then. He wondered if Seimei was ever like this, he had been in the hospital before but Ritsuka didn’t remember why. He had come to visit while Seimei was in a bed just like this one and they had escaped up onto the roof.

“Hey, come with me Ritsuka,” the voice whispered and Ritsuka realised he had dozed off. “Ritsuka.” Again the voice, outside the room, beckoning him to follow. He got up, slowly this time so that he didn’t rip stitches and pulled the I.V out of his arm, sticking the needle into the pillow. He pulled the cover back up and padded barefoot out of the room. He could feel the trickle of blood running down his hand and he covered it as a nurse walked by. She was too busy to notice a patient walking the corridors, there were many of them here.

The voice whispered, seeming to go through his very bones. “Seimei,” he breathed, his eyes closing a little as a twinge of pain wracked his ribs. There was blood seeping through his gown but he covered it with his arm and kept walking. The stairs were cold, maybe used only by the interns and surgical staff, or for evacuation purposes. Whatever the reason Ritsuka began to climb the cold stone stairs, his feet almost frozen before he had made the first flight. By the start of the second his entire body was shaking with the exertion and there was a warm, sticky stream slowly meandering down his leg, pooling over the bridge of his foot and then making little half footprints on the floor. Footprints of his own blood.

He stopped. “Seimei,” he gasped, out of breath and in increasing pain. “Seimei, wait,” he grabbed the railing, leaving a little handprint there.

“Ritsuka, hurry Ritsuka.”

Ritsuka pushed himself onwards, his ears flattening to his head as he made it up the fourth flight. He was nearly at the roof door now, one more flight to go. He pushed the door open, the roof stretched dark and empty in front of him. Something moved, a shadow over by the edge. “Seimei!” he shouted and stepped forwards, the door blew shut behind him but he didn’t notice. Seimei was there, Seimei wasn’t dead. He wasn’t-

Ritsuka stopped as the figure turned to him, smiling that smile he always wore to cheer him up. “Ritsuka, my Loveless, you found me,” he breathed and held his hands out to the side as he stepped up onto the ledge. “What would you do to keep me, little brother?”

Ritsuka let go of his side, the pain forgotten as Seimei shut his eyes and tilted his face to the skies. “It is a wonderful night Rituska!” he laughed, lifting one foot from the stone ledge. “Won’t you save me this time?”

Visions of the flames, the classroom, Seimei’s body burning in that chair, like he didn’t even feel it. He hadn’t been able to save him, not then, and not now.

Tears sprung in his eyes as his hands reached out, he wasn’t going to make it, running faster and faster across the rough roof, blood now pouring from his side, from his head too by the feel of the sticky warmth down the side of his face. He stretched out his hand as Seimei’s body fell backwards, his fingers grazing the fabric of his jacket. “Seimei!” he yelled and dove after him without a thought, straight down into the darkness of the hospital yard.

The air was silent, peaceful, but there was no sign of him. “Seimei, where are you?” he asked as he heard running, shouting, a skid of a boot in gravel as something cushioned him against it and fell heavily to the ground.

“Ritsuka, Rituska?” the voice invaded his thoughts. His heart beat faster, he knew that voice, that voice was…

“Soubi,” he breathed with a small smile. Then it fell as he punched and kicked and Soubi just took it, it wasn’t like Ritsuka’s punches were anything but ineffectual anyway.

“Punish me Ritsuka,” he breathed into the shell of Ritsuka’s ear. Ritsuka stilled then, the blood running over Soubi’s clothes. “But later, now you must keep still otherwise you’re going to be hurt more.”

“Soubi,” he managed. “Why didn’t you answer?”

He must have passed out on the way. He could feel it under him, the softness of blankets. He could feel tight bandages around his middle and a slight weight against his thigh. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the harsh light.

“Sou-“ he started and then fell to coughing, his eyes watering at the pain. There was a muffled moan and Youji looked up, then started and ran from the room. Seconds later he was pulling Soubi through the door.

“I don’t care what you want, he’s choking!” Ritsuka heard him yell and then the footsteps turned into a run and Soubi burst through into the room and was beside the bed. He knew right away he wasn’t choking so calmly handed Ritsuka some water and turned to leave.

“S-stay,” Ritsuka coughed. “Soubi!”

Soubi stilled, half way to the door. “It isn’t your fault.”

Youji looked from one to the other, then snuck out to the living room. The game was on, Ritsuka could hear the familiar background music and the tapping of the controller as Natsuo played and Youji joined him.

“Ritsuka I-” he started and then lapsed into silence. Ritsuka knew he wanted to be punished, knew he wanted to say that he loved him but it had been a while now and Soubi knew Ritsuka hated his need to be punished, hated that Seimei had made him that way. But he knew Soubi needed it and so he grit his teeth.

“Fetch me that,” he said, pointing to the letter opener that lay on the draws. Soubi blanched but did as he was told, handing the letter opener to Ritsuka as he put down the glass. “Kneel,” he ordered and Soubi knelt in front of him. It was here Ritsuka always fell. “You really want it Soubi?” he asked, a slight tremble in his voice, in the hand that held the sharpened letter opener.

Soubi gave one nod, meeting Ritsuka in the eyes, seeing the pain there at what he was going to do but he did it, swiftly as soon as the nod was given he stuck the implement into Soubi’s arm. Blood ran down it in streams as the letter opener fell to the floor and Ritsuka pulled Soubi into his arms. Tears fell down his face.

“You’ve been punished now Soubi. So don’t leave. I forbid it.”

Soubi slowly raised his arms and held Ritsuka to his body, kneeling up so he could get closer. “Ritsuka,” he breathed. “I love you Ritsuka.”

“Soubi,” Ritsuka whispered, tightening his small fists in Soubi’s shirt. “Why didn’t you answer?”

Soubi stiffened a little, then instead of an answer he pulled back to look Ritsuka in the eyes, and leant forwards. Their lips met, Soubi pushing gently against Ritsuka’s closed mouth, those velvety lips pursing at the unexpected contact and then parted as Soubi’s tongue pushed between them, probing into his mouth and causing him a moan of surprise….and something else. He grabbed Soubi by the shoulders, pushing him away.

“N-no,” he whispered. “Natsuo and You-” he was cut off by another kiss. Soubi slipping his hand under Ritsuka’s shirt. Well, it belonged to Soubi, much too big for Ritsuka and all he was wearing. The hand slid up that soft silky skin, finding a nipple and caressing it gently as Ritsuka shut his eyes and let out a breath. His cheeks turning a rosy red immediately on contact. Soubi chuckled. “You’re so cute Ritsuka.”

He kissed him again, pushing him backwards to the mattress and moving with him so he was held over him on his forearm and knees. He moved his free hand down to Ritsuka’s sex, stroking it with a finger as it hardened for him immediately and he chuckled into Rituska’s slim white throat as he kissed along it, down to his shoulder, licking a long line back up to his ear and causing Ritsuka to catch his breath and arch his back. He really was cute.

Ritsuka squeezed his eyes shut as he fought to breathe. Pain flared up his side as Soubi made him arch his back but he didn’t care. He couldn’t think straight and he knew Soubi was hard and waiting. He had never done it before. Never gotten himself out of his clothes or even attempted to. But Ritsuka knew Soubi had before, someone had taken his ears but Soubi would not take his.

“Soubi,” he grit, his body not seeming to follow his orders as his hands gripped the sheet below him. “S-Soubi….today?” he asked, biting his lip as Soubi pushed up the shirt and moved to take him into his warm, cavernous mouth. That did it, Ritsuka was keening his pleasure as Soubi’s tongue lapped at his head, licking over the precum that leaked out at every stroke of that talented tongue as it swirled over his tip before he was plunged into the warm, wet, opening and sucked hard.

“Aah!” he yelled, louder than he would have wanted to. His head arcing into the pillow as he noticed the pause in the happy noise outside. They knew what was happening now. They would most likely leave, and Ritsuka didn’t like that. They lived here too. “S-Soubi I want to uuaaaah.”

“Ritsuka,” that voice, so low, soft, loving. It sent spirals of sharp pain through Ritsuka’s body, causing him to get harder, his nipples to become more erect. That voice was Soubi, and he was inside his very cells. “Ritsuka no,” he breathed, his breath hot on Ritsuka’s throbbing head.

“But Soubi,” he almost sobbed, too stimulated, too aroused to do much but twitch as he lay there. He forced himself to look at Soubi. “It isn’t enough anymore,” he breathed and fell back to the bed. Soubi looked at him, his eyes roving over his flesh and it made Ritsuka unconsciously thrust his hips up from the mattress. He wanted more. And Soubi would not disappoint.

“Here,” he said softly, he ran his hand up Ritsuka’s side, his chest, his neck and to his mouth. Gently he pushed his fingers over those soft lips and into that wet mouth. “Taste me,” he muttered as he kissed down Rituka’s torso, laving his tongue across the deep lines of his groin, lifting up his legs to over his arms. Ritsuka was too short to use his shoulders.

He removed the fingers from his mouth, biting his lip as he did so. Ritsuka had done well, his tiny tongue trying hard to imitate what Soubi himself had done and it had caused Soubi to harden further, his sex straining, full and large and waiting to be let free. Rubbing against the tight jeans and making him want to rut into Ritsuka without a care. But he could not. Seimei would have forbidden it. He slid his lubricated fingers slowly under those perfectly rounded legs, and slipped just the forefinger between Rituska’s cheeks. Feeling the tight bud there, circling it with his finger until it relaxed enough to let him gain entry. He didn’t stop, even when Ritsuka cried out in pain, his body rigid.

“Breathe, breathe,” he said, pushing in further, pulling out slowly. “Relax a little.”

“How can i?!” Ritsuka shouted, rebellious even now and Soubi smiled.

“Ritsuka, I love you,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice as he joined the first finger with his second and wiggled to widen the hole. Ritsuka was golden, maybe it was just the light but he was a beautiful thing to look upon. The blush in his cheeks was reddening. A sign he was close, climbing to climax as his every breath became a gasp or moan of pleasure. Soubi had found the right spot, and was mercilessly rubbing his fingers back and forth. His free hand shifted, sitting up a little so he could use it he fisted Ritsuka’s throbbing length and started to stroke, slowly at first, in time with his thrusting but he was breathing hard too, Ritsuka’s noises melting like honey to his groin where he was nearly fit to burst.

“Ah, Ah, Aaah” Ritsuka gasped as he got closer, saliva running from the corner of his mouth as he arched and bucked, Soubi didn’t stop, aware how close he was to cumming himself. This had never happened before, he had never been so aroused by Ritsuka, but then, usually he had been too busy talking, reassuring him. Today was different and as Ritsuka blushed all over, the golden hue of his skin only amplified by the pink surge Soubi let out a moan as they came together, Soubi constrained by his jeans experiencing a different kind of pleasure than Ritsuka who came hard in his hand, but Soubi didn’t stop, even as his head tipped back, the moan ripping from his lips he didn’t stop until Ritsuka was empty. Then he fell to his side, holding him close.

“Soubi…its wet,” Ritsuka whispered after a moment and held up his hand to Soubi. He didn’t see to start with, then he panicked as Ritsuka’s hand was red.
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