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Yours and Mine	By : Gothatheart Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 1665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Yours and Mine

Author/Artist: the_madz_hatter

Rating: NC17

Fandom: Loveless

Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka, hints at Soubi/Ritsuka.

Theme: 211. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Genre/s: Erotica

Warnings: Incest, manipulation, smut, dub-con, coercion, etc.

Words: 4000~

Summary: Ten years have passed. Ritsuka and Seimei meet once again. Will Ritsuka be able to bring Seimei home? How far will he go for that? Will he give himself to Seimei?

Disclaimer/Claimer: Loveless is the sole property of Yun Kouga. I own nothing. No money is being made by the creation of this work and no copyright infringement is intended.

A/n: For both the 500 themes challenge, as well as another prompt fill regarding the Loveless kink meme.
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I want to line the pieces up, yours and mine.
~ KHII
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    Some time ago, Ritsuka had insisted that Soubi should bring him to the nearest bar, not so much because he liked the bar itself, but more so because he had wanted to prove himself that he was just as an adult as Soubi was, especially at the ripe age of twenty-two. Soubi, ever overprotective, had been more than a little reluctant, which had eventually led to Ritsuka coming here himself.
    He tried to blend in, keeping to himself as he sat on one of the stools and ordered a simple small glass of water. In the corner of his eye, he watched the bar. Cigarette smoke swirled around him, pervading the air. The drunks at the far back of the bar were a rowdy bunch, laughing boisterously, obnoxiously, slamming their bottles of sake on the table. There were the would-be-couples near him, exchanging salacious, seductive looks, with their promising smiles and whispers of sweet nothings.
    It was hard to tune it all out. He was beginning to think that this was a very bad idea. He grabbed his glass, drank it all in one go and stood up. He was about to head out, his eyes on the door when the door slid open, welcoming another individual into the bar. Silence reigned as the newcomer let his eyes, so peculiar in their color of cool violet, roam around the room. When Ritsuka realized who those eyes belonged to, he sat back down and stared at his glass hard, a myriad of emotions rushing into him, making his heart ache.
    In a different place and perhaps even in a different time, he would have been happy to see Seimei again and embrace him like before, but he didn’t want to attract any attention and he knew that he could wait because after all, it had been ten years since he had last seen Seimei. He also feared that if he were to reveal himself now, then there was the possibility that he would drive Seimei away again.
    With that decided, he stayed where he was and listened, his cat ears perking up, as his older brother made his way over to the stools. His heart began to beat at a faster rate as his older brother took a seat right next to him and ironically ordered the same glass of water as him. As though Seimei knew all along, he turned to Ritsuka, a mysterious smile on his lips and asked a seemingly innocent question, “Out of all the places, Ritsuka, why did you show up here?”
    “I could ask you the very same question,” Ritsuka said softly. Maybe he wasn’t as smooth and collected as his older brother or Soubi was when it came to playing the game of words, but even at a young age, he was pretty good at spotting and pointing out examples of hypocrisy. “Why are you here, Seimei?”
    “I suppose you could say that I’m looking for someone,” Seimei said in a cool, candid manner. He folded his hands together, interlocking his fingers and gave Ritsuka a look so powerful and intense, sending shivers down Ritsuka’s spine.



    “I guess I’m looking for someone too,” Ritsuka admitted. He took a deep, long breath, released it and finally asked, “Why did you leave, Seimei?”
    Why did you leave me?
    Seimei closed his eyes. Silence reigned the bar once again. Then he rose to his feet and opened his eyes. “Do you truly want to know?”
    “Yes,” Ritsuka said confidently. He was certain that he could handle anything, even his brother’s betrayal if it came to that again.
    “Those who want the truth must seek it,” Seimei said gravely and just like that, he turned around and gracefully left the bar, unnoticed by the rowdy drunks and the bartender, unnoticed by everyone except Ritsuka.
    Ritsuka gritted his teeth. Seimei was doing it again. He would not be left behind. He got up and followed Seimei, but as soon as he was out on the streets, Seimei was already in a taxi, telling the driver to go. Ritsuka didn’t waste any time. He rushed over to the parking lot, got on the motorcycle that he’d “borrowed” from Soubi, started it and chased after Seimei.
    While he drove on, his iPhone vibrated. A quick glance at the tiny screen told him that it was Soubi. Sorry, he thought. Soubi was probably worried about him and considering the circumstances now, he had a good reason to, but Ritsuka was old enough to take care of himself. He would bring Seimei home.
    The taxi finally pulled over to a stop and dropped Seimei off to a hotel. Ritsuka slowed down and parked the motorcycle in the parking lot. Seimei only turned his back on him once and then strode into the hotel, leisurely, casually as though he had all the time in the world.
    Ritsuka got off the motorcycle and practically jogged his way over to the hotel. He knew that Seimei was playing a game with him and unfortunately, after battling one pair after another over the years for seemingly no good reason other than trying to get information on Seimei’s whereabouts, he was tired of it.
    “Seimei!” he called out as he stalked the hallways of the hotel. “I’m not a child anymore. Tell me the truth. Is it because you’ve killed? Does it really boil down to what you did?” He looked around and gasped as he caught a glimpse of Seimei. He ran, just ran as fast as his long legs could take him. Seimei stopped by what Ritsuka assumed was the door to his room and then at last, Ritsuka cornered him.
    Suddenly, Ritsuka was angry, angry that Seimei had done all these things, hurting so many people, killing people even, but most of all, as selfish as it sounded, he was angry that Seimei had left him again, over and over and all that anger filled his being and took control of himself as he pinned Seimei against the wall and slammed his fist, just mere inches away from Seimei’s face.
    He was as tall as Seimei now. They could be mistaken for twins.
    “Why?” he whispered brokenly and despite it all, despite what Seimei had done and his conscience nagging in the back of his mind, telling him that something about this, how he felt towards his older brother, how Seimei felt so warm beneath him was off and maybe even wrong, he asked, “What will make you stay with me?”
    There was a gentleness in the way Seimei shifted and carefully eased Ritsuka into pulling away, touching his now swollen knuckles and kissing them. Before Ritsuka knew it, he was in Seimei’s loving arms, his knees buckling, relishing that same warmth and comfort that he knew he missed, but didn’t know he still wanted until now.



    “Let us compromise,” Seimei whispered, his mouth just a hair’s width away from Ritsuka’s ear, “I’ll give you some of my time and you’ll give me yours. Does that sound fair?”
    Ritsuka knew it wasn’t because he knew what Seimei truly meant. If he wanted Seimei to stay with him and maybe for him to go home with Ritsuka, then Ritsuka would have to give himself to Seimei. He had told Seimei a long time ago that he wasn’t something to own, simply a possession, but if it meant that there was a chance that they could all finally go home, then he might be able to go along with it. Then, over time, maybe he could change Seimei, redeem him from all the wrongs he had done.
    It was a foolish thought, a faraway dream, he knew, but sometimes it was better to dream than to lose oneself in the abyss of despair. Ritsuka nodded to him and Seimei opened the door, inviting him inside. He glanced at the door one last time, knowing that there was no turning back and felt all his breath leave him as Seimei closed the door.
    Seimei didn’t move away from him as though repulsed. He led Ritsuka, the two passing through the living room, the dining room, immaculate and spotless as expected of Seimei, and finally entered the bedroom. Ritsuka sat on the red velvety covers. He knew what was expected of him and yet, all he could do now was gaze at Seimei and see how much of him hadn’t changed.



    “Ritsuka,” Seimei whispered as he descended upon him, making Ritsuka lie back down on the bed. “I’ve missed you.”
    All of a sudden, Seimei kissed him, ever so softly on the lips, and then Ritsuka froze and wondered what to feel about this because his conscience was nagging in the back of his mind again, warning him, telling him that this was wrong, but didn’t he want his brother too? Seimei had felt so good beneath him, so warm and the kiss was so gentle and loving and then Seimei’s hands were all over him, tracing his cloth covered chest, his arms and his legs, feeling every part of him.
    “You’ve grown so much,” Seimei murmured through the kiss, his voice taking a huskier tone. Ritsuka shivered again and wondered how those hands would feel on his skin. He already felt hot and restricted in these clothes. Finally, he drew back from the kiss, trying to catch his breath. “I think I like it.”



    “Why do you want me like this?” Ritsuka asked.
    “Because I love you,” Seimei said tenderly, caressing Ritsuka’s cheeks with his long, graceful fingers. “Even now, you’re the only person who matters to me. I love you, Ritsuka. That is the truth. That’s why I had to leave.”
    Ritsuka remembered the first time he had seen Seimei after two years of absence, how happy he was, how sad he was and even then, it wasn’t so much that he didn’t believe Seimei’s words at the time, it was just that he saw things differently, probably far more differently than Seimei. The way he saw things now, Seimei had a reason for everything.
    “Do you love me, Ritsuka?” Seimei inquired and then he pulled Ritsuka up, resting his hands on Ritsuka’s shoulders. “Will you give yourself to me?”
    “If you stay with me,” Ritsuka said and he couldn’t help, but smile when he saw a little frown on his brother’s handsome face. “That’s all I ask of you. Please come home with me.”
    Seimei stopped for a moment, lost in thought. Ritsuka took the time to undress himself, getting rid of his turtleneck sweatshirt, watching as it carelessly fell to the floor, revealing a good part of himself for Seimei to see. He knew he had a few scars here and there from his mother’s beatings, but maybe that might rouse Seimei into coming back with him.
    “Ritsuka,” Seimei whispered in horror at the sight of the scars. There was one running across his heart, its pattern eerily similar to Soubi’s mark across his neck and a jagged one on his right side, leading down his hip. Seimei ran his fingers all over the skin of his chest, making Ritsuka shiver again. Every time Seimei touched him, it felt like his body was on fire. “You were perfect,” he murmured, trailing those scars with the tips of his fingers. “You were made for me, born for me…”
    Ritsuka had no idea what Seimei was talking about and he didn’t know if he should ask about it because he had received the reaction he needed right out of him. Seimei cared, really cared and that was enough for Ritsuka. Still, it made him think. “Do you still want me?”
    “Yes,” Seimei said, his voice deep in his desire and lust. There was anger burning in his eyes, but Ritsuka knew that it wasn’t directed towards him; it was towards the people who had hurt him. “Because I will always love you, because you are mine.”
    Seimei kissed him again, harder this time, biting on Ritsuka’s bottom lip and out of shock, Ritsuka yielded, his own hands reaching out, trying to find something to touch and hold and then his hands were moving across Seimei’s back, tracing the contours of the muscles and the bones, some part of him wanting the shirt off too and see if Seimei had any scars to show.



    If I’m yours, Ritsuka thought, closing his eyes for a moment, moaning in the kiss, then you’re mine too. Did you know that, Seimei? Do you know what you’re really saying?
    Seimei broke the kiss and moved away, taking care of his own clothes. Ritsuka watched him through half-lidded eyes as he laid back, something dark and hungry pooling in the depths of himself. When he realized that it was the very emotion he saw in Seimei’s eyes, he decided to get rid of his pants.



    “Do you think this is wrong?” Seimei inquired as he slid back into the bed, straddling Ritsuka’s naked legs, their arousals just briefly, very briefly brushing against each other, producing sweet, delicious friction. His hands began to stroke Ritsuka’s legs, then the insides of his thighs, getting dangerously close to Ritsuka’s arousal, making Ritsuka crave for more. “Since you still have your ears, I doubt you’ve done this with anybody.”
    Ritsuka said nothing. The reason he wasn’t so freaked out about this was because he had been with other people, particularly Soubi and experimented, but he didn’t know if he should tell Seimei that because he didn’t want his older brother to seek them out and hurt them.
    “It’s you,” Ritsuka said and actually, that was the truth. “If it’s you, then I don’t really mind. I love you too, Seimei.” I just wish that you didn’t have to betray me, he added in thought, wanting to turn away, but couldn’t.
    Seimei smiled at him, made his heart beat a bit faster again, and kissed him. Seimei was a tad more aggressive as he explored Ritsuka’s body again, trailing kisses down his neck and when his lips met Ritsuka’s nipple, he sucked on one, making Ritsuka gasp and then bit it softly, eliciting another gasp and did the same to the other, leaving Ritsuka a squirming, writhing mess.



    Ritsuka decided that he wanted to touch him again and rose up, pressing his lips against the curve of Seimei’s throat. Seimei shuddered and briefly closed his eyes. “No,” he uttered, trying to push Ritsuka back, “you’re going to drive me crazy.”
    Ritsuka smiled and suddenly bucked his hips, causing their arousals to brush against each other again. Pleasure raced through Ritsuka like electric sparks, making him feel so alive. Seimei let out a guttural moan and forced his hips down, giving him a warning look. “Not yet,” he was murmuring, “Not yet. Let me love you, Ritsuka.” But Ritsuka wasn’t always so patient, his tail swishing back and forth and just to show it, he wrapped his tail around Seimei’s length, giving it a good squeeze.
    Seimei’s eyes were wide now. “Where did you—”
    Ritsuka kissed him, silencing him, reveling in the way they were open with each other, his tongue sliding in, exploring Seimei’s mouth, while his tail continued to wrap around Seimei’s length, delighting in Seimei’s soft groans, feeling himself going so hard. He had enough with the games.



    “Don’t make me wait anymore,” Ritsuka said as he broke the kiss, letting go of Seimei’s length. “Take me now.”
    “Patience,” Seimei said as he pulled away from Ritsuka, walking over to the bedside table. He opened one of the drawers and retrieved what Ritsuka knew from what Soubi had told him was the lubrication. He returned to the bed, straddling Ritsuka’s legs again and opened the lube, coating his fingers with it. With his other hand, he held one of Ritsuka’s legs up, placing it on his shoulder and slid one slick finger into Ritsuka.
    Ritsuka winced. That felt really awkward. He didn’t go this far with Soubi. As if on cue, the iPhone started vibrating again. The two stopped their activities momentarily, staring at the small light emanating from Ritsuka’s discarded pants.
    “Should I pick it up?” Seimei wondered, sliding another finger in, making Ritsuka gasp and then Seimei was moving just those two fingers around, going deeper, trying to find that certain spot. Ritsuka could feel himself going hot with embarrassment, hearing the slickness of those fingers and then Seimei added one more, pushing all three inside, stretching him.
    For a moment, Ritsuka wondered if he really should be doing this with his older brother. He did love his brother, probably more than anyone else, but did he love his brother the way Seimei loved him? He loved him far enough to let Seimei do this to him and there it was again, that conscience nagging at him.
    Shut up, he thought, I can’t turn back.
    “If it was Soubi, what should I say?” Seimei inquired, taking all three fingers out, making an obscene slick sound. “Should we let him know?” There was a devious gleam in those violet eyes, those eyes he remembered that shone with gentleness and kindness. Did that side of his brother still exist after all these years?
    Ritsuka felt the need to protect all the people he loved, even if that meant sacrificing himself. “Leave him out this. He’s not in your way anymore.”
    “Not that he ever was in my way,” Seimei said with a chuckle, spreading Ritsuka’s legs farther apart. “Are you ready, my Ritsuka?”
    Ritsuka nodded and braced himself for the worst.
    Seimei pushed himself in and groaned, his entire body shuddering. Ritsuka gasped, feeling so filled and oddly enough, feeling so complete. He gazed at Seimei, saw the way Seimei was trying to restrain himself, and nodded at him to go on. His brother started a slow pace, little gradual thrusts. Ritsuka closed his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of it all, the heat, the passion, the delicious friction of their bodies moving against each other.
    His older brother hit something inside of him that made him arch up, taking Seimei even deeper, his eyes snapped open, the pleasure rushing into him, taking control of his entire body. “Seimei!” he cried out as he released all the tension of his body, white liquid spilling out of his length, dirtying Seimei’s chest.
    Seimei was still thrusting in and out of his body, going at a much faster pace. Ritsuka shifted up, wrapping his arms around Seimei’s neck, whimpering as Seimei pounded harder and harder into him, losing control of himself, murmuring words that Ritsuka didn’t really understand and then— his body froze.
    He pulled himself out of Ritsuka and finally came, returning the favor as his essence coated Ritsuka’s chest. Seimei claimed his mouth for one more kiss and Ritsuka gasped inwardly as the cat ears around Seimei’s head finally fell. He snatched the ears and looked beside him and saw that his cat ears had fallen off as well.



    “Ritsuka,” Seimei said lovingly, taking Ritsuka’s ears and his own from him and setting them on the bedside table. “I think you understand now.”
    “You didn’t do it with anybody else,” Ritsuka whispered in disbelief, glancing at his older brother. Seimei smiled and nodded, his eyes taking that gentle shine. Ritsuka pulled him into a hug. So many emotions filled his heart and made him feel so lost and confused because his brother was so fucking messed up in the head, but he still loved him and Seimei loved him too.
    “Yes, because I wanted to give them to the person who I loved the most,” Seimei said softly. “But you already know that, don’t you?” He chuckled and slowly drew back, glancing at the bathroom. “We should get cleaned up.”
    “Yeah…” Ritsuka trailed off. He had almost forgotten how Seimei was very particular about anything related to cleanliness and dirt. The two got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. Seimei turned on the shower and stepped inside, beckoning for Ritsuka to join him. Ritsuka slipped in and once again found himself cradled in Seimei’s arms, staring into his eyes.
    “Why do you look so sad?” Seimei inquired. “Are you not happy about this? Do you regret it?”
    Ritsuka shook his head. “No, it’s not that.” For once, his memories didn’t fail him as he recalled the time when he and Seimei would take baths together. They would scrub and wash each other’s backs and then talk about their day. “It’s just that,” he paused, wrapping his arms around his brother’s waist, “I really love you.”
    I love you too much.
    “You’re worried about how society would think of us?” Seimei inquired. He took the bar of soap and began rubbing it across Ritsuka’s stomach, ridding it of his liquid essence. “Don’t think about it too much. If anything terrible happens to us, just leave it to me. Let me take care of you, let me love you.”
    “Okay,” Ritsuka said, shivering. He didn’t know if that was from the cold, from the calmness of his brother’s voice or from his brother's chilling words.
    The rest of the evening wasn’t as filled with uncertainty as they finished taking their baths and dressed for bed. Seimei had to let Ritsuka borrow his own clothes and then the two changed the sheets and climbed back in, watching each other in silence.
    “You never answered my question,” Ritsuka said suddenly, frowning. “Will you stay with me?” He had given himself to Seimei. His older brother should hold up his part of the bargain.
    “We’ll see,” Seimei said and kissed him, this time on his forehead. “I’ll give you my final answer tomorrow.”
    “Alright,” Ritsuka said, smiling at him, truly smiling at him for the first time today. It was almost like when Seimei was back home and he didn’t have to worry so much about everything.
    He pulled the blankets over themselves and snuggled with Seimei, closing his eyes, feeling the exhaustion settling in him. Finally, he was at peace with himself. He yawned once, returned the kiss on Seimei’s lips and went to sleep.
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    When Ritsuka woke up, the first thing he noticed was that the bed was empty. The second thing he noticed as he got up and dressed himself in his own clothes was that his older brother was nowhere to be seen. Seimei had left him again.
    He was a little more than irritated now. He knew that it was silly and ridiculous, but maybe, the next time he would see Seimei again and have sex with him, he was going to tie him to the bed so Seimei wouldn’t be able to leave the next day.
    To make matters worse, his iPhone was vibrating again. As he stalked off the room and started storming out of the hotel, he finally picked it up, knowing that it was Soubi because who else would call him and leave him ten or twenty messages? He’d found him so overbearing at times, but little did Soubi know that even now, he still appreciated it.
    “Hi Soubi,” he said, trying to keep his voice cool and calm. “I’m sorry about not returning any of your calls last night. I found Seimei.”
    “What happened?” Soubi inquired, sounding alarmed. “Did he do anything to you?”
    “Well,” Ritsuka paused, trying to think of the best way to phrase what had happened last night. “Um. If you mean that if he hurt me, no, not really.” Except my heart, he mused, feeling that strange sadness again. “Oh, and I think he left again. I’ll have to find him.”
    “Where are you?” Soubi asked. “I can’t let you face him alone— you should have called for help.”
    “No, it’s okay,” Ritsuka said with a sigh. “He’s my brother. He won’t hurt me.”
    “Is that Soubi?”
    Ritsuka froze. “I’ll have to call you back.”
    “Ritsuka— wait!”
    He placed the iPhone back in his pocket and faced his brother. They were out of the hotel now, standing a few inches away from each other in the sunlit streets. “You didn’t leave after all.”
    “I’ve thought about what you’ve said,” Seimei stated coolly, “and I realized that it’s an impossible request.”
    Just like that, with words as painful as bullets, Seimei broke his heart.
    “But,” Seimei said, smiling this time, holding out his hand, “even though I can’t stay with you, you can, if you want, come with me.”



    Ritsuka stared at him, at the wicked smile he wore on his mischievous face. So I lost, he mused, his heart sinking deeper, falling into the black abyss. I don’t have Seimei. I can’t take him home. Things are never going to be the same again.
    He was in the same situation from ten years ago. Which would he choose? His long time friends? Or his brother?
    Why can’t I have both?
    “Only if I can still see my friends,” he said, his words as sharp as knives. “I know you want me and maybe, just like me, you can’t wait anymore.”
    Seimei chuckled. “If you insist, but if they get in my way—”
    “They won’t,” Ritsuka said, cutting him off. “I can reason with them.”
    “Good,” Seimei said and then he held out his hand again, looking at Ritsuka expectantly. "So then, will you come with me?”
    Ritsuka stared at that hand; it was as large as his, and finally took it.
    Fin.
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A/n: This time, I’m not entirely sure if I filled the prompt correctly. There’s smut. There’s manipulation. There’s a lil’ bit of both at the same time. But still...
Anyway, this is my second kink meme fill, as well as the first time writing extensively in Ritsuka’s pov, and him as a 22 year old and Ritsuka and Seimei officially having sex. Damn, that is a lot of firsts.
Oh yeah, this is also the longest fic I’ve ever written for this fandom, as well as the longest fic I’ve written in a while.
So yeah, reviews as always are very much appreciated.
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