Hopeless
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+G to L › Loveless
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,849
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Loveless, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hopeless
A shadow fell over Soubi. He woke instantly – the name of his sacrifice rushing to lips in a worried whisper. “Ritsuka?”
He was wrong. Elongated and transformed into a frighteningly beautiful wraith by the darkness the figure was kneeling at his side before he could rise. He knew the weight of that warmth. He knew the pain. As he sat up slowly hands pulling his hair back from his face –the intruder laughed softly.
Semei.
His startled questions were swallowed up by an ungentle yet needy kiss. The insistent probing licked at the deliberately muted fires within Soubi. Hot electric – engulfing him. He whimpered into Semei’s mouth. For a moment, his senses revisited him and he shoved his former sacrifice away shakily…weakly.
He stiffened. “Go away!’ He hissed. “You’re not really here! You can’t possibly be. I know that. I saw you…” He couldn’t say those words. I saw you die. And though he hated that man so much. For hurting him. For leaving him.
Semei’s fingers probed the bandage that hid the scar on his neck. That mark... of ownership.
“That’s right.” He brushed Soubi’s hand away and unwound the bandage. “There that’s better.”
His fingers traced the vicious letters. “Beloved... Mine.”
Soubi trembled. A knot formed in his throat. “Why? Why are you…? Besides – I belong to someone else…”
“Shhhhh,” Semei’s half pleading, half threatening order silenced him. His dark eyes pinned Soubi down.
His nails raked down Soubi’s chest. The lovely fighter floundered at the familiar pain-pleasure that was constant as long as he was in Semei’s presence. A fine stream of red trickled down his chest. Semei’s tongue raked over the bleeding trail. “I’m glad you still sleep in the nude,” he murmured. He laughed low in his throat when his fist closed around Soubi’s hardened cock and he felt him jerk involuntarily in his hand.
The sheets fell away. When he knelt between Soubi’s legs – even in such a submissive act, Semei was the one in control. He was always the one in control. He gave as he liked as took as he liked and Soubi surrendered completely. What else could he do?
Morning came, Semei having vanished with the shadows of the night. Soubi lay alone in his bed, sleepless with only raw memories, bruises and the evidence of his sin against his new sacrifice to haunt him. Golden glow of sun peeked through the curtain as his phone rang. He answered on the first ring. “Yes, Ritsuka?”
He listened for a while. “I love you, Ritsuka.”
He smiled at the boy’s repeated complaint to not tell him that anymore. The troubled light in his eyes remained even as he switched the phone off and slid out of bed.
He was wrong. Elongated and transformed into a frighteningly beautiful wraith by the darkness the figure was kneeling at his side before he could rise. He knew the weight of that warmth. He knew the pain. As he sat up slowly hands pulling his hair back from his face –the intruder laughed softly.
Semei.
His startled questions were swallowed up by an ungentle yet needy kiss. The insistent probing licked at the deliberately muted fires within Soubi. Hot electric – engulfing him. He whimpered into Semei’s mouth. For a moment, his senses revisited him and he shoved his former sacrifice away shakily…weakly.
He stiffened. “Go away!’ He hissed. “You’re not really here! You can’t possibly be. I know that. I saw you…” He couldn’t say those words. I saw you die. And though he hated that man so much. For hurting him. For leaving him.
Semei’s fingers probed the bandage that hid the scar on his neck. That mark... of ownership.
“That’s right.” He brushed Soubi’s hand away and unwound the bandage. “There that’s better.”
His fingers traced the vicious letters. “Beloved... Mine.”
Soubi trembled. A knot formed in his throat. “Why? Why are you…? Besides – I belong to someone else…”
“Shhhhh,” Semei’s half pleading, half threatening order silenced him. His dark eyes pinned Soubi down.
His nails raked down Soubi’s chest. The lovely fighter floundered at the familiar pain-pleasure that was constant as long as he was in Semei’s presence. A fine stream of red trickled down his chest. Semei’s tongue raked over the bleeding trail. “I’m glad you still sleep in the nude,” he murmured. He laughed low in his throat when his fist closed around Soubi’s hardened cock and he felt him jerk involuntarily in his hand.
The sheets fell away. When he knelt between Soubi’s legs – even in such a submissive act, Semei was the one in control. He was always the one in control. He gave as he liked as took as he liked and Soubi surrendered completely. What else could he do?
Morning came, Semei having vanished with the shadows of the night. Soubi lay alone in his bed, sleepless with only raw memories, bruises and the evidence of his sin against his new sacrifice to haunt him. Golden glow of sun peeked through the curtain as his phone rang. He answered on the first ring. “Yes, Ritsuka?”
He listened for a while. “I love you, Ritsuka.”
He smiled at the boy’s repeated complaint to not tell him that anymore. The troubled light in his eyes remained even as he switched the phone off and slid out of bed.