Just a small oneshot that I was inspired to write a while ago and only recently finished. I'm only on book three of Loveless so don't shoot me if somethings are inaccurate. Enjoy. I don't own Loveless.

Soubi was growing frustrated. So far, Ritsuka had feverishly denied his advances and his own feelings, constantly telling him to stop declaring his love for him. At first, he had only been saying it because Seimei had ordered him to but now, now he really did love him; not that Ritsuka realized the difference.

"There is such a thing as a front door!" Ritsuka cried, pushing at Soubi's chest as he crawled in through the window, tail fluffed up.

Soubi smirked and lightly grasped Ritsuka's small hands in his own, bending down so their noses were touching. He delighted in the blush that began to rise in the smaller's face.

"Don't leave the window unlocked and maybe I will use the door," he said. He leaned a bit closer and gently kissed Ritsuka.

Ritsuka backed up, ears pressed to his head, a glare in his eyes. "Fine. I will from now on!"

"No you won't," Soubi said, grinning again. "You never do anything you say you will."

"Shut up!" Ritsuka grumbled, glancing off to the side. No way am I going to admit that I actually want him to show up, he thought. Some how, though, he was almost sure Soubi knew anyways.

"So what are you doing here?" Ritsuka asked, eager to change the subject.

"I only wanted to see you. Anything wrong with that?" Soubi asked innocently, moving to sit down on Ritsuka's mattress.

"I guess not," Ritsuka mumbled, moving towards the other side of the room and sitting down in a chair there.

Soubi fell back gracefully on the bed, everything about him seemed to be that way. This was usually how their nights played out; Soubi would show up and relax on the bed while Ritsuka worked hard on his homework, diligently ignoring Soubi's come ons.

"How was your day?" Soubi asked.

"Boring. Dull," Ritsuka answered, moving to his desk and opening up his math folder.

"You have a new bandage," Soubi commented, purple gaze piercing the back of his head. "What did she do this time?"

"Fork," Ritsuka replied quietly. It seemed to be her weapon of choice lately. "It's just a scratch though." He got used to dodging sometimes. He moved a hand over the small bandage that covered his forearm.

He heard Soubi stand up and automatically stiffened. Soubi's warm hands closed around his arm and he gently pulled off the bandage. True to his word, Ritsuka's arm only showed a long but shallow scratch. Painful, yes, but nothing compared to what she could've done.

"You could always come with me," Soubi said, an offer he had often given.

"And leave Mother all alone?" Ritsuka asked, eyes widening. "I can't do that. How could you even ask me to do that?"

"How can you still love her?" Soubi murmured, mostly to himself as he stroked Ritsuka's arm after carefully replacing the bandage. "She never does anything good for you."

"She loves me though," Ritsuka said, though it turned into a question moments later as he looked up at Soubi. "Right?"

"If she does, she has an odd way of showing it," Soubi said dryly.

"That's not what I meant," Ritsuka continued. "I'm not Ritsuka, not to her. I don't know who I am. But she loves me anyways, right?"

Soubi wanted, desperately so, to say yes. But he didn't want to lie either and build the younger's life on a series of false statements.

"No. Ritsuka...no. She doesn't," Soubi murmured. "I'm sorry."

Ritsuka's eyes welled up with tears in seconds. "I..."

"I never met the real Ritsuka," Soubi continued gently, brushing away his tears with the pads of his thumbs. "But I love this you, very much."

Soubi did not expect to suddenly be tackeled by the smaller in a tight hug. Ritsuka's shuddering frame clung to him as he cried, the sobs muffled in Soubi's shoulder as Soubi held him gently, rubbing his back in a comforting manner in hopes to calm him down. After awhile, the sobs died off and Ritsuka stood contentedly in Soubi's embrace, nuzzling his chest. Soubi's eyes widened when he felt Ritsuka's hand creep up and undo the bandages around his neck, unraveling the white pieces of cloth and letting them fall to the ground.

His finger traced the scarred word, tracing each letter. Soubi shivered at the touch, pulling Ritsuka against him so their hips were pressed flush together. Ritsuka's face heated and he rose to his tiptoes, small tongue flicking forward to touch the scars, finding a sort of delight from making Soubi weak, from making him shudder, making him vulnerable, not that he really understood why.

Ritsuka lightly bit at the marks, eyes widening when a low moan came out of Soubi's throat. Soubi's hands drifted from his lower back to his ass, squeezing lightly as Ritsuka continued the soft nips. Soubi's reaction fascinated him and even as he felt a slight fear rising within him, the fear the Soubi would snap and force him into something, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

His hips bucked forward suddenly when Soubi pressed two fingers against the base of his tail, massaging the area to cause jolts of pleasure to race up his spine. Ritsuka didn't quite know what he was feeling but he desired more friction, tentatively grinding into Soubi's hips, moaning as he did so. He abandoned the nipping and lay against his body, whimpering into his neck as the man kept up the continuous motion by his tail.

"Soubi," he whispered, still grinding mindlessly against him. "It's hot and...and..."

Soubi stopped the torture and moved his hands to rub Ritsuka's back. "Have you ever been aroused, Ritsu-chan?"

Ritsuka shook his head, stilling his hips, barely. "No. I don't know what to do."

"Do you mind if I touch you?" Soubi asked softly.

Ritsuka swallowed thickly. "I...no. I don't mind. I trust you, Soubi."

Soubi pulled away slightly so he could sneak a hand between their bodies. He unbuttoned Ritsuka's pants and moved his hand beneath the soft boxers so he could grip the half hard arousal he found there. Ritsuka arched against him, pleasure zipping through him as the warm hand pumped him gently. Soubi wasn't surprised when it only took two tugs on the silky flesh to make him come and he watched as Ritsuka's cock bucked and spurted thick white fluid. He drank in Ritsuka's whimpers and cries, thankful that his parents weren't home; he was quite loud after all.

Soubi gently led Ritsuka towards the bed and laid the stunned boy down. His eyes were dazed and his breathing came in soft little pants, skin still flushed. Soubi pushed the dark hair out of his eyes.

"I'm going to go grab you some clean clothes, alright, Ritsu-chan?" Soubi asked.

"O-Okay," he said, stumbling over his words. As Soubi moved through his room and quickly picked out clothes, Risuka struggled to focus his thoughts on anything other than how good Soubi's hand had felt when wrapped around his arousal. He licked his lips and swallowed thickly as the thoughts continued to plague his mind, coaxing his softened cock into hardness once again.

"I've woken a demon, haven't I?" Soubi chuckled, placing the clean clothes at the bottom of the bed.

"I-I'm sorry. I just can't stop thinking about what you did. And I haven't returned the favor yet," Ritsuka said quietly.

"Don't worry about that," Soubi told him. "Let's take care of this."

Ritsuka stared at Soubi with wide eyes as the older man tugged away the offending pants and undergarments, revealing him fully. He couldn't stop the warm blush that over took his face and moved his head to the side as Soubi pushed his shirt off of him. Once the articles of clothing were on the floor, Soubi shifted to lay on his side beside Ritsuka, idly stroking his thin chest.

Ritsuka's tail twitched as his ears perked when Soubi lightly pinched a nipple, fondling it briefly to hardness before doing the same to the other one.

"S-Soubi," Ritsuka whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. He was having trouble thinking clearly as Soubi continued his carefully planned ministrations.

It was common knowledge that the tail and ears were pleasure points on those who had not yet lost them, but Ritsuka had never realized there were other ones. Soubi seemed to know all of them to. Near his hips, his collarbone, his right side, just beneath his ribs, was another. Soubi found them all and memorized them, taking advantage of this time. After all, despite how he hoped it wasn't, this could very well be the only time Ritsuka would let Soubi touch him.

"You are very needy right now, Ritsuka," Soubi commented.

Ritsuka gave him a half hearted glare. "Please Soubi. Just touch me!" he whined.

Soubie tweaked a nipple harshly. "I am, little one."

Ritsuka gasped at the touch. "Not there. Dammit Soubi, you know what I want!"

"Alright. Calm down, Ritsuka," Soubi murmured, moving so his face was nestled in Ritsuka's neck. He captured some of the skin between his teeth and suckled on it lightly, all the while moving his hand down until he touched Ritsuka's cock.

The reaction was instant, the young teen arching his back as a purr like sound escaped his lips. Soubi stroked softly, letting his fingers dance across the over sensitive flesh, watching as Ritsuka whimpered and tossed his head, cries slipping past his lips with Soubi's name mixed in.

"Oh...enng...Soubi, oh Soubi, feels ah..." Ritsuka's mind was scrambled, a fog of pleasure masking his rationality and thinking, pumping instinctively into Soubi's gentle hand. He didn't know what he was doing, nor did he care, his mind focusing only on the carnal desire of which he could not name.

"So beautiful Ritsuka," Soubi murmured, kissing a soft cheek. "You are what I fight for. I love you."

Ritsuka bit his lip to muffle a cry as he came again, the white fluid splattering his chest and Soubi's hand. His eyes stayed closed as Soubi cleaned them both up and then put the new change of clothes on his small body. He nuzzled Soubi's hand when the man gently stroked his cheek and then ruffled his hair.

"I can stay here, if you wish it, Ritsuka. I will keep you safe," he whispered.

Ritsuka nodded, already drifting into peaceful sleep.