WHATEVER YOU SAY

Turning his head, Ritsuka pressed his cheek into Soubi's shoulder to hide his flustered face. To his heated skin, even the soft material felt cool. With a slow wriggle of his body, Ritsuka squirmed in Soubi's lap.

'Soubi...' His voice came out a whimper, cracking on the syllables.

Soubi's only response was a smile, lowering his own head further. His lips descended on the nape of Ritsuka's neck that was now bared, tasting sweat there. With gentle fingers, the Fighter eased Ritsuka's thighs further apart to allow his hand more room.

A sharp gasp made Ritsuka release his lower lip, on which he had been gnawing, as the strokes on his flesh turned more sweeping. Soubi's touch managed to be firm, yet exceedingly gentle. His artist's hand knew just where to give an intermittent squeeze that made Ritsuka whine, or where to twist that hollow of fingers to make Ritsuka's hips jerk. It was almost enough.

Every time the flurries of sparks shooting through Ritsuka's innards were about to reach their zenith, they receded again, keeping their final, liberating charge just out of reach. Although eager, hungry in his movements, Soubi's ministrations changed directions just short of Ritsuka's swollen tip with each stroke. Ritsuka could feel moisture leaking from his body, slicking Soubi's hand, and he was sure he'd go cross-eyed with pleasure if he was actually able to open his eyes.

'Soubi-!' Ritsuka tried again, wriggling his pants further down his hips as he pressed more firmly against Soubi's chest. If not for the fact that the majority of his blood appeared to have migrated elsewhere, Ritsuka knew his cheeks would have pounded with a blush if possible, thinking about his next words.

'I-erm...' Soubi's baritone voice hummed encouragement while Ritsuka struggled with his leathery tongue, dried after such a time of panting.

'I want... more.' Ritsuka's voice was small, nearly drowned out by his own, huffing breath. Embarrassment battled with his arousal, and he shrunk against the Fighter, glad he could not see the blond's face. He could feel Soubi's lips smile against his skin, the Fighter emitting another smoky hum.

'Is that an order?'

Ritsuka could feel the words reverberate through Soubi's breast where their bodies touched. He could feel that devilishly sultry murmur scuttling across his skin, accompanied by the prickling of goosebumps. With a whine, Ritsuka threw his chin to the other side, glaring through dishevelled bangs at the earless face hovering over his shoulder.

Soubi would ask him this now?! The heat flaming up from the pit of his stomach kept thoughts from congealing, Ritsuka's mind fevered. Words about equality, and accusations of doing nothing but following – Seimei's! – orders slipped through his mental fingers before he could fumble them to his lips. Soubi held the teen's gaze, silvery eyes darkened like storm clouds. The power of his desires charged the air around them like an ozone of lightning.

As Ritsuka did not reply, Soubi's caresses between the teen's thighs slowed. The pleasure setting Ritsuka's senses awash slowed down to a teasing trickle, only Soubi's fingertips gliding lightly over his erection, like falling rain drops. The Fighter's moist lips rested against the shell of Ritsuka's ear to whisper: 'I won't know what to do unless Ritsuka orders me.'

'Soubi...!' Ritsuka threw his hand up to weakly twist it in Soubi's shirt at the man's shoulder. 'I...'

I don't want to be like that. I want you to do it because you want to. I want you to like me for me, not just because I'm your Sacrifice, or because Seimei told you to.

Soubi's hand ceasing to move on Ritsuka's hardened flesh also ground those mental objections to a screeching halt, quickly getting over-shouted by the demand twitching in the Fighter's slackened grip. Ritsuka squeezed shut his eyes, gasping out the words with a curling of his cat tail.

'I order you- t-to... touch me-!'

The thumb that Soubi obediently began to circle over the head of Ritsuka's erection made the teen give a shuddering grunt, all his objections forgotten. With his fluttering eyelids shut, Ritsuka missed the eager sheen to Soubi's eyes, shimmering gaze glued on the youngster in his lap as he purred:

'Whatever you say, Ritsuka.'

END

Author's Note:
Thank you very much for take the time to read! Much like my other collection of short fics, Centennials, this story thread will have no scheduled updates, but I do already have a few chapters for Lemon Tree in the making that will be posted over the coming weeks. Again: thank you for your time, and comments are always greatly appreciated.