Mine!

Title: Mine!
Author: IceAngel
Rated: NC-17
Warning: N/C, Incest, yaoi, shouta
POSSIBLE SPOILER- If you don't know the truth about Seimei (like vol 7 stuff) then you might wanna think about if you want to be spoiled.
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
Summary: “That woman, she gave birth to a child just for me. She gave Ritsuka to me.” Seimei has always been obsessed with his brother, wanting to use him however he saw fit. Tonight was just another notch in the sins he had committed.
A/N: So this is yet another first for me...My first N/C scene EVER! So um, please be semi-gentle if it seems off. *bows and cowers before the flocks* And sorry for what happens to Ritsuka, blame my friend it's her idea that she wanted...I'm only her uke who does whatever she wants! I must obey my seme at all times! *bows again*
Before reading make sure you have read the WARNINGS! No flames for what I warn for!

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"Slide up around the belly face
Down on the mattress one
And you hold me and we are broken
Still it's all that I want to do, just a little now."
~'Semi-Charmed Life' By: Third Eye Blind
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'Buzz.....Buzz.....Buzz....'

Sleepily Soubi glanced at his cell phone that he had lied on the floor next to the small bed. The light on the caller ID flashed as the phone buzzed, the small object running in circles on the cheap, artificial wooden floor.

After another two buzzes it froze as if the life within it had died. Whoever it had been hung up. Soubi had not been fast enough to catch the person.

Beedily he stared at the phone waiting to see if the mysterious caller had decided to leave a message. Yet nothing happened.

Yawning the man turned back to his other side, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He didn't care who called, the only one he answered the phone for this late at night was not calling. He knew that much at least. He knew because Ritsuka was lying beside him in his bed.

The young boy had appeared on his doorstep suddenly a couple of hours ago with the lame excuse of 'having been in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.' A lie that Soubi had been able to detect easily. One thing about his precious sacrifice- he could never lie!

Blue eyes, however, had spied a new bandage on his cheek with blood speckled on it. A new injury. Sighing minutely Soubi had pulled Ritsuka inside, and after a lot of persuasion into his bed. Though he had to promise that nothing would happen. Though Soubi knew nothing would....He was waiting till later for Ritsuka to loose his ears. Not now. As badly as he wanted it, Soubi also wanted to have it be mutual, for both of them to agree to it.

Yawning again the fighter was about to fall into a peaceful sleep when his phone bleeped. He had a new text message. Turning again in bed Soubi reached down for the annoying object. A thought of just tossing the said object out of the room flashed through his mind before he shook it away. It would be more of a hassle then what it was worth. Tomorrow he would have to search the apartment for the missing phone.

Instead he flipped it open. Stifling another yawn, Soubi was never easy to wake up in the middle of the night, the man shielded the phone's rather bright light from Ritsuka before pushing the 'ok' button.

Slowly the text appeared and Soubi read, eyes occasionally blinking to clear the haze from them.

Soubi, I want to meet you. Come alone. Ritsuka doesn't need to be involved in this. I'll be at the park waiting for you. Come to me now!
~Seimei

Glancing back Soubi noticed that his bedmate was still asleep. Carefully he slipped out of the bed making sure to not let the chilled room air seep under the thick comforter. Even if he wanted to, Soubi could never ever refuse an order from Seimei. Whether it be verbal or written.

Sneaking around the room, he grabbed his shirt and jeans from earlier in the day slipping them on with the skill of a master thief. Walking tiptoed he slipped out of the room silently, and preceded out of the apartment- only stopping long enough to grab his shoes and coat.

Carefully he slipped his small phone into his coat pocket before running down the stairway. Hands pushed deep into the warm pockets and breaths coming out in puffs.

Really Seimei had some of the worst timing it seemed when giving orders. Couldn't he had chosen a warmer time or even when Soubi had more then a couple hours of sleep.

Blinking the man walked towards the small park a few blocks away, feet crunching on the frozen ground. So lost in his thoughts and worries, Soubi had blocked out his surroundings forgetting all that he had been taught about watching around him. Watching for enemies or attacks. Instead he continued on blindly, his feet guiding the way without his mind even realizing it.

A tall man shifted in the shadows watching the other man walk past him. Part of him was proud that he had listened, while the other part disappointed that he had not bothered to look around, watch for anything different.

Turning on heel the black haired man slowly stalked up to the darkened apartment building. This had been the best timing, when all of the lights were out. No witnesses. Though he really didn't care if there was any, he could take care of such problems. Yet, no point in using more energy then what was required.

It was time, time for him to receive the gift that his mother had given him

Feet crunched on the cement stairs as the black haired man slipped into the darkened apartment. Toeing off his shoes at the doorway Seimei continued into the small apartment, his eyes glancing around before walking towards the room in the far side.

There! Curled up in a tight ball lied his little brother. Smiling Seimei stared at the sleeping boy, memories slipping into his mind. His little brother had always slept the same way ever since he was a little baby, curled up in a tight little ball, his left hand slipped under the pillow while his right idly laid on the sheets.

Mentally he shook away those feelings. No need to get sentimental over the old days. Days that he loved and loathed at the same time.

Walking over to the small bed, Seimei plopped down harshly not even caring if he woke the sleeping boy.

Muttering sleepily, Ritsuka shifted lightly before falling back to sleep.

'Of course,' Seimei mused as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes traveling over to a small digital clock in the far corner of the room, 'Ritsuka is still as sound of a sleeper as always.'

Lightly he reached out to tickle the small black cat ear.

Ritsuka moaned as he swung his right arm in the air, trying to bat away what tickled his ear. “Soubi....stop it....” Ritsuka muttered sleepily.

Hmm, it would take more to wake his brother it seemed. Reaching into his jeans pocket, Seimei pulled out a black cloth. Smiling he rolled off of the bed and with a flourish of his hand ripped the blanket off of the bed, leaving Ritsuka uncovered.

“Soubi!” Ritsuka muttered as he rolled over, ready to scold his fighter into the next year. Violet eyes widened as he noticed that the man standing at the side of the bed was not Soubi. Instead it was....

Blinking Ritsuka rubbed at his eyes as he sat up. Pulling his hands away he looked again, his eyes widening as the image did not change.

“S-seimei,” Ritsuka whispered as he crawled on his hands and knees towards his big brother. Somehow he could not believe that he was here. Ritsuka was certain that after the whole incident before that his brother would have left and returned to hiding.

A large smile broke from his face as Ritsuka stared at his brother. “Seimei! It is you.” Sitting on his feet, the boy stared at his hands as he placed them in his lap. “Are you coming home? Why can't you come home with me? I miss you! Mom would be so happy to see you again. She would be I know it!”

Silence reigned as Seimei stared at his younger brother kneeling on the bed, head knelt, clothed in nothing more then a tank top two sizes too big for him and a pair of boxers. The black cloth in his hand slid through long fingers as Seimei weaved the cloth in and out, twisting it in an intricate pattern.

Ritsuka looked up as he stared at his brother, wondering why he refused to talk. Refused to agree to come home with him. “Seimei?” A cat ear tweaked to the side slightly as Ritsuka stared.

Smiling Seimei knelt on the bed, his hand discreetly placing the cloth beside his leg. His silky hands wrapped around Ritsuka's chin tugging the boy's face to look at his straight on.

“Ritsuka do you love me? I need to know that you love me!”

“Of course I love you. I told you before I did too!”

Deep inside his heart Ritsuka could feel a tug at those words. Somehow it felt like a barb-wired fence was enclosing on his heart. He had felt this before, the last time he faced Seimei, the same time that he had answered Seimei's questions. Yet his desire to please his brother was more important then what the feeling could possibly be.

“If you love me then you will do what I want. Isn't that right?” Seimei removed his hands from his brother's face, allowing Ritsuka freedom.

Wearing at his lower lip, Ritsuka thought about the answer. Truthfully he did not believe that to be the true definition of love. Yet he wanted to be with his brother. He missed his brother so much! “I guess,” he answered weakly, his voice becoming meek.

“I need more then that. I need to know that you will do what I want.” 'At least up to a certain point,' Seimei added mentally cold eyes staring at his brother.

Suddenly Ritsuka felt loss. What should he do? If he said 'no' would Seimei leave? He wanted nothing more then to bring his brother home. Yet answering 'yes' could cause so many problems.

Breathing deeply Ritsuka looked up into his brother's eyes, his decision made. “Yes I will!” He answered without doubt. He wanted his brother home, no matter what!

“Good,” Seimei purred darkly. “Lie back on the bed on your back.”

Blinking Ritsuka slid his feet out, his heart and stomach clenching tightly. Something was wrong, he could feel it. This was not turning out right. Yet he followed Seimei's orders and lied back on the bed, the top of his head pressing against the cold, snowy wall. His feet stretched out across the smooth sheets, almost dangling off of the side.

Suddenly he realized why Soubi followed Seimei's orders so perfectly. It was not only because he was Seimei's fighter, but also because something in the boy's words made it impossible to refuse, even if he wanted too.

Seimei smiled as he stroked Ritsuka's cheek. “So soft,” he muttered, fingers trailing down the thin smooth neck. Gently they ghosted the porcelain skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I wonder if all of you is this smooth.”

Seimei reached to his side grabbing the black cloth. Weaving it in his fingers again he stared at his brother's face, refusing to break contact with the boy's scared eyes.

“Time to be a good boy,” Seimei whispered before grasping Ritsuka's face harshly. Forcing the corners of his jaw open the black haired man forced the cloth in, pushing the entire fabric into the young boy's mouth.

Ritsuka gagged as he felt the cloth fill his mouth and trail down his throat. Eyes rolled back as he fought against the sudden rush of fear. His heart pounded as his lungs gasped for air, air that was nearly impossible to grab! Hands flew up as the boy tried to rip the cloth out, to fight for the air that he so desperately needed.

Seimei grabbed at the flying arms pinning them at the boy's sides, near his hips. “Now now you have to leave that in. If you take it out you might scream soon. We don't want that.” Carefully he straddled the boy's legs, knees pressing Ritsuka's hands onto the mattress, making escape impossible.

Ritsuka coughed as he tried to spit up the cloth, yet he could not get his teeth or tongue to obey long enough to get the cloth out. There was just too much...Too deep...

Eyes rolled back again as Ritsuka felt his heart speed again at the rush of adrenaline. Flight or fight! He could feel that reaction building in him, he either had to escape or fight his brother. Arching his back sharply Ritsuka tried to toss his brother off of him.

Yet Seimei laughed at the boy's efforts.

Next Ritsuka twisted the best he could considering the weight on his legs and the knees on his hands. Twisting from side to side Ritsuka tried to break free a little, tried to find some leverage to slip away.

Yet nothing gave as Seimei leaned down, nose to nose with his brother.

“Now you keep that up I might just have to hurry things up a little.” As if to explain what he meant to his eared brother Seimei thrusted his hips, brushing the growing bulge into his brother's legs.

Gasping Ritsuka stilled, eyes wide as he realized that this was suddenly spiraling out of control. Into something that he could not stop. Could not control.

Air puffed through Ritsuka's nose, as the pre-teen boy tried to gasp for air. Gagging again on the gag he shook his head trying to show how much he did not want this to happen.

“Now,” Seimei reached up touching the small black ears, watching as they twitched involuntarily to his light touches. “What would mother say when she sees you earless?”

Tears prickled in Ritsuka's eyes as he shook his head violently. Thrusting from side to side Ritsuka tried to toss out the gag, to beg to his brother to stop. That he was scaring him. That he was hurting him!

Shifting slightly, Seimei leaned up onto his knees, ignoring the pained moan from his brother as he put all of his weight onto the boy's hands. Reaching down, Seimei ripped off the boy's boxers.

Violet eyes widened and tears flowed as Ritsuka tried to scream at his brother, to tell him to stop.

Yet nothing broke the black haired man from his task. Slowly he touched his brother's member, grasping it lightly as he began to stroke. Smoothly moving his hand Seimei smiled as he felt the boy slowly begin to harden. If he knew any better, he would have to believe that Ritsuka was truly a virgin- in each sense. Seimei doubted that the boy had ever touched himself, especially with how quickly he was hardening.

Eyes darted up to meet with the teary violet under him. “Now don't cry Ritsuka,” Seimei cooed, yet his voice sounding anything but calming. If nothing else it sounded more sinister then what Ritsuka had ever heard. “I'm going to make you feel good. To help you, so you know real pain. Think of it as a cheap lesson, the only payment. Your ears.”

Ritsuka gasped, the gag slipping a little further back blocking his air supply a little more. 'No, no no no no no no....' Ritsuka thought miserably, unable to voice his protest. 'Soubi, where are you? Help me Soubi! HELP ME!' Ritsuka screamed mentally, wishing that he had the power to send messages telepathically.

Yet no one came bursting through the door. No one came to rescue him.

Tears built in his eyes as he heard his brother's hum of appreciation, as he felt his body react to the touches, as he realized just how alone he was.

Seimei hummed again as he tightened his hand, his strokes becoming more intense. Bending down he slipped his knees away, hands immediately grabbing his brother's wrists to pin them to the bed, as Seimei crawled over to the side of his brother. Bending down he took the hardened member into his mouth.

Ritsuka gasped, his eyes widening as he whimpered. Already he could feel the blush spread across his cheeks. His heart quickened at the moist touches and his nose puffed as he tried to catch his breath. Legs strained as Ritsuka tried to keep from thrusting into his brother's mouth.

He did not want this! He didn't! Tears welled in his eyes again as Ritsuka stared at the cracked ceiling above him, trying to ignore what his brother was doing.

Seimei pulled away noisily, a hand slipping up to pinch at Ritsuka's nipple through the thin tank top. A pained muffled cry was the answer as Ritsuka pushed to the side, as if to try to move away from the stimulus.

Bringing his hand back down to keep Ritsuka from escaping Seimei stared at his little brother. “Now no escaping from this. I want you to feel each part. To feel every little bit of me!”

Ritsuka puffed again as he felt fear grasp him again. Swallowing hard, he tried to spit out the gag, not ready to give up yet.

Bending back down Seimei captured Ritsuka's member into his mouth, bobbing his head faster. Ready for his little brother to loose one part of his innocence.

Violet eyes closed tightly, clinching out a few stray tears as the boy felt his body tighten. Deep in his stomach he could feel his body coiling, a feeling that he tried to will away.

Deep throating Ritsuka, Seimei swallowed before pulling away. A smile crossed his face as he watched his brother's face twist, his back arching slightly as he came. Essence sprayed up and covered the boy's stomach as Ritsuka moaned, his toes curling slightly in the pleasured induced feeling. Yet in the back of his mind, he felt dirty for actually feeling good at such an act.

Tears flowed freely again as Ritsuka came down from his pleasure induced high, as he realized just what had happened. At how dirty he felt!

“Now don't cry Ritsuka,” Seimei cooed again, his voice still sounding as harsh as it did before. Bending down he kissed away the boy's tears. Licking his lips, the older brother moaned in ecstasy of the salty taste. A tongue quickly darted out to clean his lips from the salty tears before he leaned down. Harshly he licked at the boy's cheeks, cleaning them of the salty tears. “Don't cry,” he insisted again, “you still have your ears. Though not for much longer.”

Kissing his brother's cheek Seimei brought both hands over the boy's head, pinning both thin wrists easily with his hand against the chilled wall.

Ritsuka shook with muffled sobs as he watched his brother undue his jeans, pulling them and his underwear underneath just low enough to free his hardened erection out.

Bending back down he poked at the moist cloth, making sure it was still in place tightly. Lips ghosted Ritsuka's cheeks as Seimei slid along the boy's smooth face to his ear.

“Now be a good boy for me Ritsuka. Show me how much you love me!”

Quickly he flipped Ritsuka onto his stomach grabbing the boy's arms before he could react. Ritsuka flinched as he felt his arms being pulled behind him, bent at an awkward angle. Moaning in pain, Ritsuka clenched his eyes tightly waiting for worse pain to come.

Pulling Ritsuka's hips up Seimei spat into his hand, rubbing it on his member quickly before positioning it at his brother's puckered entrance. Humming lightly a dark tune, he pressed in, his head falling back as he felt his virgin brother's entrance stretch and accept him, yet try to reject him at the same time.

'So tight!' Seimei gasped as he thrusted deep into his brother, pausing to gather his wits.

Ritsuka flinched as he felt his brother press into him, slowly stretch and rip him open. Tears flowed freely as he knew that he would slowly loose his ears, his attack would be shown to all! He wouldn't be able to hide it.

Crying out into the gag, Ritsuka screamed, trying in a last ditch effort to get help, to find someone to help him! To protect him! To save him!

But no one came, Ritsuka was left alone to deal with his attacker. With his brother.

Seimei breathed out slowly, his heart slowing a little before he pulled out. With his tip barely in the boy, Seimei pushed back in harshly, slamming into the boy's tight little behind. Eyes rolled back as Seimei relished in the heaven under him.

Pulling out Seimei pushed back in, his ears perked listening to his brother's pained muffled cries. If he wasn't so worried of neighbors hearing, Seimei would rip out that gag, just so he could hear his little brother cry with each thrust. But with the situation as it was, he had to be content with muffled cries.

Pulling out again, Seimei pushed back in, his rhythm picking up speed. Harshly he slammed into his brother. The small body under him jerking with each thrust, being forced a little higher in the bed.

Moaning deeply, Seimei bent down burying his face in Ritsuka's sweaty hair. Breathing deeply he quickened his pace, making sure to push hard and deep into his little brother. Sliding his face down the smooth skin Seimei paused at the boy's neck. Opening his mouth, Seimei grasped the soft skin in between his teeth.

Biting harshly Seimei pushed into his brother. Blood trickled from the wound as Ritsuka screamed in pain, his violet eyes widening at the pain. Quickly he tried to pull away but found himself unable to from the weight on his back. Instead he tweaked his arm just right to cause a sharp pain to radiate from his shoulder.

Moaning Seimei felt his end coming fast, the blood that trickled onto his tongue helping to jump start his end. Gasping he pulled away, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the boy's pale back, a sharp contrast of the two colors.

Growling Seimei pushed deeply into his brother, his head lulling forward as he came into his brother's tight rear. “Ritsuka,” he moaned gutturally, hips swaying shallowly has he tried to milk every last bit from his body before pulling out.

Ritsuka fell onto the bed lifelessly, his eyes glazed and staring at the wall. Lying on the bed he could feel his brother's heated semen slip out, trickling down his legs. Yet the boy could feel nothing from it. All he could do was lie on the bed and stare, his last will having been broken as he felt his brother come inside him.

“Hm, that was nice Ritsuka. I should come again soon. Perhaps next time we can invite Soubi. I'd love to see what he would do. Especially if I order him to.” With one last lick of Ritsuka's cheek, Seimei quickly gathered his clothes knowing Soubi would come wondering back soon.

With the stealth of the wind on a quiet autumn's evening Seimei slipped out of the apartment and into the darkness of the neighborhood.

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The door creaked slightly as Soubi entered. Blinking he tried to understand why Seimei had never showed at the park. The fighter had even walked around the entire park, eyes sweeping across the grounds. After almost an hour he gave up, assuming he had been stood up.

Now frozen to the core and unable to feel his nose Soubi sniffed as he slipped off his shoes. Carefully he walked across the small room, slipping into the small bedroom.

The sight before him made his freeze in his tracks, eyes widening in horror.

Lying face down on the bed was Ritsuka, legs spreed still. Arms lying limply at his sides. Dried tear trails glowed on his cheeks as dried blood caked his shoulder. A wet black gag lying not to far from has face.

Immediately Soubi knew what had happened as he stared at he now earless boy. Now it made sense on why Seimei never showed up. Why he had sent Soubi alone to a park in the middle of the night.

Tears of anger and denial flooded Soubi as he ran for his small master. Carefully he gathered the boy into his arms, sitting back. Careful for Ritsuka's sore shoulder and rear, the fighter until rocked with the boy.

“I'm sorry Ritsuka! I'm so sorry that I wasn't here to protect you. I'm sorry that he hurt you like this. This this happened to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ritsuka!” Tears flowed freely from Soubi's eyes as he hugged the catatonic-like boy to his chilled jacket.

Alone in the darkened room the two remained close together, tears flowing from both silently as they tried to survive to the next second.

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*wipes brow* Done. Ok so my first real N/C....I hope it sounded ok....*bites lip*