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The Butterfly Mansion	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 5052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I'm
sorry that this took so long. My beta still hasn't returned it and since I feel
really guilty for leaving this for so long, I decided to post it now. I'm sorry
for the long wait and the typos (I know there are plenty) m(_
_)m
Disclaimer:
they're not mine
Undeniable
Truth

This didn�t make
sense. This was insane. This wasn�t how it�s supposed to be.

Soubi had asked Ritsuka not to ask for him to clear his mind. He needed to
sort his thoughts and emotions for the boy. Too many things had changed since
the he met Ritsuka and it scared Soubi.
He didn�t know who he was anymore. He was supposed to be cold, distant, strong,
unattached. But Ritsuka had turned him into a
fragile, needy person, everything that he had been and couldn�t afford to turn
back into. He could have nothing but pain by returning to the way he had been
in the past. So Soubi had decided to run away,
thinking that time will help rearrange his mind and returned him to the person
he was supposed to be.

But a day had barely
passed since the last time he met Ritsuka and he
couldn�t get the boy out of his mind. He longed to have him in his arms again,
feel him under his hands and lips, taste him, have him, belong
to him completely. The need was driving him insane. Soubi
was restless in the way he never was before and it was because of a young boy!

Guilt no longer
bothered him. True, Ritsuka was only a child and he
might have ruined his innocence. But he was convinced now that Ritsuka, just like he did before, had matured before time.
That child had known and understood more than he should know in his tender age.
He willingly chose to lose his innocence little by little by offering it to Soubi while Soubi had been forced
to give his up and by doing that had perhaps retained some of his childish
trait.

His body was that of
a child but Soubi could easily see him as an adult,
or a young adult. Soubi could see him as an equal,
someone who understood what he had gone through. Soubi
worshiped Ritsuka�s innocence as what he could never
have back, adored him as what he couldn�t be, wanted him as what he never had.
It was wrong, he knew, to want Ritsuka, a child, a
client, but Soubi couldn�t help it. He wanted Ritsuka, more than he wanted to avenge his lost childhood,
more than he wanted to please himself. He wanted Ritsuka,
needed him, craved him, yearned for him� loved him.

The view of sunrise
from his room was spectacular but Soubi barely paid
attention to it. His eyes were locked to the horizon blankly. He felt cold,
empty, alone, incomplete. He knew only Ritsuka could
fill that gap for him. Ritsuka� his light, his love,
his life�

�Sou-chan?�

Soubi barely glanced at
the source of the voice. His mind only registered that it didn�t belong to Ritsuka. He said nothing, keeping his eyes on the skyline,
hoping he could leave this place and go meet Ritsuka
to apologize and confess his need to be with him, possess him, be possessed by him. He cursed his cage and the chain that
bind him down. He knew he had no choice but wait and see if Fate and Ritsuka would be so kind as to give
a second chance to live, really live, and love.

�That�s a good wine
you have there. May I join you?�

As usual, Kio didn�t
wait for his permission to sit down on the chair opposite to his and pour
himself a glass of wine. He made a comment about how Soubi�s
room had a better view than his as he sat back and enjoyed the wine while
watching the sight of the waking world outside the glass window. The green
haired young man looked energetic despite the early hour. Usually this would
lead to a playful banter but they were quiet this time, sitting opposite of
each other in a heavy silence.

�Have your client
been treating you badly?� Kio was never one to beat around the bush, something
that Soubi found amusing and endlessly entertaining.
Kio never hesitated in asking what he wanted to know,
especially when it concerned those he deeply cared for. Though Soubi appreciate the thought, he couldn�t fully respond to
it.

The blond shook his
head slowly. �Beloved has been very kind to me.� He said quietly. Yes, Ritsuka had been very kind to him, the same kindness that
brought Soubi to his doom, the beginning of his life.
It was him who ruined everything.

�Beloved? Is that you
VIP client�s name?� Kio asked inquisitively. �I haven�t heard of him.� He ran
his eyes over Soubi�s listless appearance. The
sunrise had brought color to Soubi�s normally pale
complexion, giving him a livelier appearance. But something in his cold blue
eyes seemed distant, even more so than usual. Kio knew Soubi
well enough that the tall blond never let the wall around his heart down around
anyone. Yet this time he seemed lethargic, vulnerable in ways that Kio hoped he
could invoke. �What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?�

Soubi shook his head
again. �No.� He paused, closing his eyes for a moment to recall the feel of Ritsuka�s skin on his hands, his soft voice on his ears,
his sweet lips on his, his beautiful eyes on him. His heart clenched painfully
from the unbearable longing. How he wished to see him again! �He never hurt
me.�

�You don�t seem very
well since you returned from his place yesterday. Something must�ve happened!�

�He didn�t hurt me.� Soubi persisted. �It was me��

�What?�

�It was my fault��

�Sou-chan��

�Kio, can you leave
me for a moment?� Soubi said, finally looking at Kio
for the first time since he entered his room. He didn�t know what Kio would see
in his eyes, he didn�t even know himself anymore. But he knew Kio understood
that he needed this moment for himself, that Kio wasn�t the one to witness this
side of Soubi. He recognized resilience in Kio�s eyes
but knew that Kio knew he persisted.

�I�ll come back to
bring your breakfast.� Kio said, final.

Soubi knew he would come
back to ask again. He didn�t quite wish to talk about it but couldn�t argue for
the moment. He nodded in silent agreement, giving Kio that small victory. He
closed his eyes again after Kio left his room, feeling tired, sad, angry, mournful, knowing that his only cure was Ritsuka,
his love.

****

�So what happened?�
Kio said soon as he set down the tray of Soubi�s
breakfast on a small table in front of the blond. The fact that Soubi hadn�t moved from his previous position nearly two
hours ago made him worried and him more determined to find out what had truly
happened for as long as he had known Soubi Kio had
never seen him lacking so much control and composure. Who was this client? What
had he done to Soubi?

�Nothing,
Kio.�
Soubi said quietly, glancing at his breakfast, not
having any appetite for food.

�Don�t give me that!
You�ve been weird, like a lovesick teenager!� Kio chided the blond. He knew
something was very wrong when he received no response from Soubi.
There was no cynical remark, no smirk, nothing. Soubi
simply accepted his accusation, he simply admitted� �Sou-chan��
He began, shock, happiness, anger, jealousy, and fear mingling in his chest.

The knocking on the
door interrupted Kio. After giving a brief glance to Soubi
who didn�t seem to be inclined to move away from his seat or gave his
permission to the guest to enter, Kio went to open the door himself. His annoyance
turned into surprise when he saw their employer standing outside the door.

�May I enter?� Ritsu asked coolly to Kio, seemingly unsurprised to find
his green-haired employee in Soubi�s room at all.

Kio threw another
glance at Soubi�s still form and nodded. He could
only sense a slight change in the atmosphere but it was enough to inform him
that Soubi was at least slightly disturbed by the
latest addition to the room. He waited near the door, wanting to stay to
support Soubi despite his unease toward Ritsu.

�Aren�t you going to
greet your employer?� Ritsu asked quietly, with a
hint of venom in his silky voice. He waited for a biting response but received
only a slight narrowing of Soubi�s eyes. He observed
the blond carefully, not missing the almost unnoticeable disarray of his
usually meticulous appearance. �What has happened between you and Beloved?� He
asked, knowing for certain that the name would bring a response from the blond.

�It�s none of your
business.� Soubi answered.

Ritsu hummed slightly and
crossed his arms in front of his chest. �In fact it is my business. Therefore I would like to know why Beloved has
refrained from calling you again today.� He lifted his eyes to pierce into Soubi. �Have you displeased him?�

The coldness in Ritsu�s voice clearly showed his displeasure toward the
regression in Soubi and Beloved�s relation. For
Beloved to stop asking for Soubi after asking him so
many days in a row was suspicious. Ritsu has been
quietly keeping his eyes on his employees and knew that Soubi
hadn�t been himself since he returned from Beloved�s estate two days ago. He
knew that something had happened there, something that had disturbed them
enough to put a stall toward Beloved�s demand to his best escort.

Ritsu knew that Soubi wasn�t foolish enough to anger a VIP client. They
both understood the risk of upsetting a high class member of the society. Soubi, despite his occasional defiance, always put his best
behavior when dealing with this type of clients. These clients� praises and more
requests for Soubi brought pride to Ritsu. He knew then that his harsh training and the time he
spent on Soubi didn�t go to waste. Soubi knew how to please, even if his heart and body tried
to rebel.

So what had happened
this time? What had Soubi done to create this
disturbing situation? What had that client done to shake Soubi�s
control?

�� I might have.� Soubi answered quietly, after closing his eyes in wariness.

�Did he treat you
badly?�

�No, he didn�t.� Soubi�s answer was quicker this time, his eyebrows
puckering slightly as if in annoyance.

�You�re not going to
let me know the reason why he stopped asking for you.� Ritsu
stated. He waited for response and sighed when he received none. He turned back
and headed toward the door, knowing that Soubi�s mind
had been set. He stopped after several steps, glancing back toward the still
young man. �Beloved asked for you again tomorrow.�

Though he didn�t turn
long enough to look, Ritsu could tell that Soubi�s widening eyes turned to him after he said that. He
smirked, as he left the room, grasping the victory tightly. He knew now of Soubi�s weakness.

****

Soubi was still stunned
even after Ritsu�s departure. He was deaf to Kio�s
incessant questioning, staring at the door through which Ritsu
left s he tried to digest what his employer just said.

Beloved asked for him
again? Ritsuka
asked for him again? Why?

Soubi had thought that by
giving them time away from each other they would be able to bring them a
clearer perspective. Soubi would be able to regain
his control over his emotion and Ritsuka would be
able to understand how wrong this was. Soubi had
admitted defeat, acknowledging his feelings for the boy despite the pain but
still he didn�t wish for Ritsuka to hurt. Didn�t Ritsuka understand how wrong this was to the world? How the
world could hurt him if he were to pursue this? Soubi
was familiar with the pain the world caused, the feeling of being abandoned and
shunned by the rest of the world. He knew well the loneliness, the hatred, the
jealousy, the pain of being alone. He didn�t wish Ritsuka
to know that.

But Ritsuka was asking for him again. Sweet, beautiful Ritsuka was calling him again? Why? What for? He was no fool, he understood the taboo of their relationship. Ritsuka must�ve understood the risk. Then
why? Why not?

Hope bubbled within Soubi, casting lights upon his dark reflection. Could it be
that Ritsuka felt at least a fraction of what he
felt? Could it be that his feeling wasn�t entirely unreciprocated? Was there a
chance for him, a chance to love and be loved?

Soubi drove almost
erratically to the Butterfly
Mansion. He barely
noticed the familiar route, the familiar trees looming over the small road
leading to the mansion, the large empty yard, the quiet rooms, the silent
halls� He let his heart led him, knowing that it would find whom he was
searching for. He stopped at one room, the study, finding what he sought and
felt his body nearly melt in the warmth of love.

Ritsuka was standing near a
tall shelf with a thick book in his hand, too engrossed in it to notice Soubi�s arrival. His pale skin glowed in the sunlight, the
warm breeze entering through the open windows played with his thin oversized
white shirt, his mauve eyes glinted as they absorbed the secrets of the words
that add to his own mystery, his pink lips opened to quietly whisper them to
the still patient air. Soubi was entranced, was in
love. He found himself not caring of the possible pain because this sight, this
boy, this love, was worth it.

Soubi didn�t know how long
he had stood by the door, staring. Time seemed to stand still �he hoped it
stood still so that he could gaze at Ritsuka like
this forever. He asked for nothing more, nothing but to stay here forever,
watch Ritsuka, be with Ritsuka,
love Ritsuka. But the spell was gently broken by a
look from Ritsuka who finally realized his presence.

�Soubi?�

Soubi stared into the deep
mauve eyes, drowned himself in the bottomless mystery and compassion in there.
His heart expanded in his chest almost painfully. Love hurts! Yes, love hurts!
And Soubi hurt, hurt so much for Ritsuka!
And he didn�t care because this pain, this love was for Ritsuka!
Ritsuka! Ritsuka!

Ritsuka gasped when Soubi wordlessly embraced him tightly. He tried to push the
tall young man away and succeeded briefly only to have him pressing against him
again, raining kisses onto his face and then claimed his lips in deep, soulful,
passionate kiss. Surprised, Ritsuka put up an initial
resistance, pushing Soubi�s chest away and trying to
pull away from the kiss. But Soubi was persistent,
hugging him tighter as he explored his warm cavern desperately, seeking
assurances, leaving temporary mark, sating his burning desire vainly.
Eventually Ritsuka gave up and clutched Soubi�s shirt as he attempted to kiss back, an effort
awarded by an enthusiastic flick of hand on his trouser.

�Soubi��
He gasped out when Soubi finally allow him a brief
second to breathe. His breath was stolen again however as Soubi
once again latched their lips together in another mind-blowing kiss. �Soubi� Soubi��

Soubi groaned, loving the
way his name was called by Ritsuka�s trembling voice.
He pressed one last kiss onto Ritsuka�s swollen lips
before kneeling. He made a quick work of Ritsuka�s
trouser, revealing what he had longed for for two
agonizing days, the evidence that Ritsuka needed him.
Soubi wasted no time, enveloping Ritsuka
in his experienced mouth immediately. He heard Ritsuka�s
cry of shock, revel on the way Ritsuka clutched his
hair almost painfully and begged him to stop. But he wouldn�t stop! Couldn�t
stop! He inhaled Ritsuka�s scent, tasted him on his
palate, felt him all around him, heard his voice, saw
his face and still it wasn�t enough. Soubi doubled
his effort, gripping the boy�s hips tightly as he caressed the young arousal
with his tongue and sucked on it hungrily. Soon he felt the tightening of small
hands on him, the raise the pitch of the voice, the tensing of muscles beneath
clothing and skin. He moaned happily as Ritsuka�s
flavor spread on his mouth, drank it greedily, but
still it wasn�t enough. He released the boy and looked into glazed mauve eyes.
How he needed the boy to make him his!

�Ritsuka��

�Ritsuka.�

Soubi froze upon hearing
the strange voice. He turned around slowly to see the intruder. Piercing dark
eyes stared back at him and Soubi immediately felt
chilled. There was something about the handsome face of the young man that put
him at unease. Who was he? What was he doing here?

�Seimei��

Soubi glanced at Ritsuka in askance and discovered more than he wanted. The
boy�s eyes, glazed only seconds ago, were now soft in affection. His slightly
slack jaw spoke of endless adoration, the curving of
his lips told a story of happiness, his voice spoke with such longing that pierced
Soubi�s heart painfully.

�You�ve come.� Ritsuka whispered.

�I�ve promised to
take you, haven�t I?� The gentleness of his voice was now matched by his face
and his eyes. But darkness still lurked there, hovering just beyond
consciousness, ready to devour Ritsuka.

Soubi tried to warn Ritsuka but he was too late. The boy escaped from him to
run toward the young man �Seimei, was it?- to embrace him tightly like he never embraced Soubi, giggled softly like Soubi
never heard before. Who was this person? Who was he to Ritsuka?
Soubi stood up slowly, watching the scene before him,
feeling his heart cracked even more.

�You were gone for so
long�� Ritsuka whined softly, in a childish voice Soubi was not privileged to hear.

�But here I am. For you. My Ritsuka.�

Then Seimei bent down to gently kiss Ritsuka�s
lips �the same lips that Soubi just claimed minutes
ago. Ritsuka didn�t fight, raising his head to meet
the pressure, innocently asking for more. Soubi
clenched his hands into fists tightly as Seimei
obliged to the silent request, coaxing Ritsuka�s lips
open with his mouth, then marking him, marking him as his as Soubi should be doing.

Soubi could tell that this
Seimei was as enticed as he was by Ritsuka, could see it in the way he looked, touched, called
the boy. And he could tell by the smoldering look he gave Ritsuka
that his desire to possess Ritsuka far outweighed his
rationale. He could tell by the way he grip Ritsuka�s
waist tightly even after he broke the kiss that he yearn to possess Ritsuka much, much more than he wished to be possessed by Ritsuka. Soubi didn�t like him,
didn�t like where this was going at all.

�Ritsuka��
he tried again, in soft, desperate voice. He wanted to reach Ritsuka, pull him away from the young man�s grip, shake him into awareness of the young man�s true motives.
But he could only stand rooted to the spot, Seimei�s
dark eyes paralyzing him. Black wavy hair, dark eyes, black turtleneck shirt,
dark trousers; Seimei was a mysterious beauty, evil
in disguise. Soubi was familiar with such armor of
tenderness that covered the ugliness inside but he had never seen one like Seimei. His darkness seemed to glow, engulfing everything
around him, mercilessly defeating all that might stand as light. All but one. All but Ritsuka.

�Who is this?� Seimei asked with his silky voice. Yet Soubi
could sense hatred, disgust, and rage there, wrapped around a thin layer of
venomous kindness. Soubi was not fooled but Ritsuka was.

Ritsuka blinked as if not
quite realizing the situation. He clung to Seimei,
looked up to him in question, then turned to Soubi. �Oh� this is Agatsuma Soubi of the Seven Moons� Soubi,
this is Seimei, my brother.� Then he paused, a shy
but determined smile forming on his childish face. �My
lover.�
^__^
A/N: what
do you think? I know I said something about revealing everything in this
chapter but when I wrote it I realized that it's not possible yet. It'll be in
the next chapter which I am still working on. I should have known better than
to multitask...
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