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FIC: Without Words [Loveless; Soubi/Ritsuka]
I also got a Loveless fic out of my muse a couple days ago, but haven't had a chance to post it. It makes me happy.
Title: Without Words
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Ritsuka, uncomfortable with Soubi's confession of love, finds a way to adjust. [No particular setting]
(Such a fake cut)
Ever since Ritsuka found out how Soubi fought - with words that attacked and defended and could do anything - he knew he couldn't believe a word the Fighter said. Any word, after all, could be twisted and molded into something entirely different. . . . And Soubi lied all the time.
It was strange though.
Despite himself, he would believe some of the things Soubi told him. Or find himself believing them . . .
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Four words.
They were simple words, but after living through so many battles, Ritsuka understood that the simplest words were the easiest to use and attack with.
And yet, these four words - like the spells that had trapped Sleeping Beauty or Snow White - were the hardest for Ritsuka to guard against.
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Gliding across his skin, sliding through the air and cutting into him. He always hated that cat ears enabled him to hear so much more.
Even worse, when Soubi was close to him like he was now - their fingers laced together and one of Soubi's hands around his wrist. Fingers so long and his palm so broad and hands that were, most of all, adult-sized and reminding Ritsuka that Soubi was much older than he was, all over again. And Soubi guiding Ritsuka's body so that they were right next to each other - aligned but not quite fitting, so close that he could feel Soubi's heart beating, slow and steady, between his shoulder blades - and his mouth was right next to one of Ritsuka's cat ears, sliding against the fine fur, as he whispered:
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Soubi only ever said those words to deepen the bond between them. A bond that's deeper than anyone else's. At first glance, tonight seemed no different than any other time that Soubi had declared his love for Ritsuka. But there was an edge to the words that had not been there before. Ritsuka was close enough to Soubi to feel the tense shudder that shook Soubi's slender form.
The words became more desperate, but didn't change. "I love you, Ritsuka."
For one, drawn out moment, worry fluttered through his mind like a panicked butterfly. How would the other Ritsuka respond to this? The thought skittered out of his mind in the next second. Pointless to ask, really, when he had no clues to lead him in the right direction. But then . . . Soubi had never been interested in Ritsuka's past - even the one that Ritsuka had forgotten. Soubi had always sought only him and it was that thought that grounded Ritsuka.
Because Soubi had only ever known Ritsuka as he was now. Soubi had only ever told this Ritsuka that he... that he lo-
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Ritsuka shivered, once, before giving way, before twisting around in Soubi's grasp - a surprisingly difficult task even though Ritsuka would have sworn that the hands had been gentle, instead of harsh and gripping. He covered Soubi's mouth with his hand.
"You're no longer allowed to say those words, Soubi," Ritsuka said. "That's an order."
He'd given the order before and didn't expect for the Fighter to obey. But for once, Soubi did not immediately react - not even a half-amused smile turned up beneath his finger tips. Perhaps their bond was already deep enough for Soubi to sense that Ritsuka had something else already in mind. Ritsuka didn't really understand; Soubi was horrible at telling him anything useful, least of all about how Fighter-Sacrifice teams worked. But still... he took Soubi's hands and put them on his waist, pressed them gently in a silent order for Soubi to keep them there.
When he looked up at Soubi's face, there was a quiet understanding.
One can never be too sure with Soubi. Ritsuka's finger tips smoothed across Soubi's pulse. It was odd, being the one comforting Soubi, instead of the other way around. "You understand, Soubi? I'm not going to give you my ears, but..."
They're eyes locked and Ritsuka tried to convey what he was trying to get Soubi to do...
Prove to me that you love me without words. You'll be the first. And that's something no one can take away.
. . . Soubi's eyes dropped.
They kissed. No confessions of love accompanied it out loud, but Ritsuka still gasped in surprise, still trembled a little when he felt something zing across his flesh like an electric shock. Soubi's hands tightened on his waist when Ritsuka moved his arms from his side to around Soubi's neck. A surprising move on his part, Ritsuka thought because he wasn't the type to hug. But when the zing went down his spine to strike at his knees, making him weak, Ritsuka was glad he'd hugged Soubi.
And when - after a long while - Soubi finally stopped kissing Ritsuka, he did not draw back. He didn't lean back or disappear into nothing. He merely sat there, with his forehead resting against Ritsuka's collarbone and his hands still at Ritsuka's waist. His breath ruffled Ritsuka's shirt, was slightly chilly, and made goosebumps rise along his shoulders. And Ritsuka could feel the slightly erratic rise and fall of Soubi's breathing from where his hands lay across Soubi's back, felt it slow and ease and become steady once more. The electric shocks hadn't stopped yet - for either of them. Ritsuka could still feel them dancing across the hair on his arms.
It was only when they faded into a bone-deep tingle that Ritsuka bent to whisper in Soubi's ear:
"Soubi? I lo-"
Title: Without Words
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Ritsuka, uncomfortable with Soubi's confession of love, finds a way to adjust. [No particular setting]
(Such a fake cut)
Ever since Ritsuka found out how Soubi fought - with words that attacked and defended and could do anything - he knew he couldn't believe a word the Fighter said. Any word, after all, could be twisted and molded into something entirely different. . . . And Soubi lied all the time.
It was strange though.
Despite himself, he would believe some of the things Soubi told him. Or find himself believing them . . .
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Four words.
They were simple words, but after living through so many battles, Ritsuka understood that the simplest words were the easiest to use and attack with.
And yet, these four words - like the spells that had trapped Sleeping Beauty or Snow White - were the hardest for Ritsuka to guard against.
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Gliding across his skin, sliding through the air and cutting into him. He always hated that cat ears enabled him to hear so much more.
Even worse, when Soubi was close to him like he was now - their fingers laced together and one of Soubi's hands around his wrist. Fingers so long and his palm so broad and hands that were, most of all, adult-sized and reminding Ritsuka that Soubi was much older than he was, all over again. And Soubi guiding Ritsuka's body so that they were right next to each other - aligned but not quite fitting, so close that he could feel Soubi's heart beating, slow and steady, between his shoulder blades - and his mouth was right next to one of Ritsuka's cat ears, sliding against the fine fur, as he whispered:
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Soubi only ever said those words to deepen the bond between them. A bond that's deeper than anyone else's. At first glance, tonight seemed no different than any other time that Soubi had declared his love for Ritsuka. But there was an edge to the words that had not been there before. Ritsuka was close enough to Soubi to feel the tense shudder that shook Soubi's slender form.
The words became more desperate, but didn't change. "I love you, Ritsuka."
For one, drawn out moment, worry fluttered through his mind like a panicked butterfly. How would the other Ritsuka respond to this? The thought skittered out of his mind in the next second. Pointless to ask, really, when he had no clues to lead him in the right direction. But then . . . Soubi had never been interested in Ritsuka's past - even the one that Ritsuka had forgotten. Soubi had always sought only him and it was that thought that grounded Ritsuka.
Because Soubi had only ever known Ritsuka as he was now. Soubi had only ever told this Ritsuka that he... that he lo-
"I love you, Ritsuka."
Ritsuka shivered, once, before giving way, before twisting around in Soubi's grasp - a surprisingly difficult task even though Ritsuka would have sworn that the hands had been gentle, instead of harsh and gripping. He covered Soubi's mouth with his hand.
"You're no longer allowed to say those words, Soubi," Ritsuka said. "That's an order."
He'd given the order before and didn't expect for the Fighter to obey. But for once, Soubi did not immediately react - not even a half-amused smile turned up beneath his finger tips. Perhaps their bond was already deep enough for Soubi to sense that Ritsuka had something else already in mind. Ritsuka didn't really understand; Soubi was horrible at telling him anything useful, least of all about how Fighter-Sacrifice teams worked. But still... he took Soubi's hands and put them on his waist, pressed them gently in a silent order for Soubi to keep them there.
When he looked up at Soubi's face, there was a quiet understanding.
One can never be too sure with Soubi. Ritsuka's finger tips smoothed across Soubi's pulse. It was odd, being the one comforting Soubi, instead of the other way around. "You understand, Soubi? I'm not going to give you my ears, but..."
They're eyes locked and Ritsuka tried to convey what he was trying to get Soubi to do...
Prove to me that you love me without words. You'll be the first. And that's something no one can take away.
. . . Soubi's eyes dropped.
They kissed. No confessions of love accompanied it out loud, but Ritsuka still gasped in surprise, still trembled a little when he felt something zing across his flesh like an electric shock. Soubi's hands tightened on his waist when Ritsuka moved his arms from his side to around Soubi's neck. A surprising move on his part, Ritsuka thought because he wasn't the type to hug. But when the zing went down his spine to strike at his knees, making him weak, Ritsuka was glad he'd hugged Soubi.
And when - after a long while - Soubi finally stopped kissing Ritsuka, he did not draw back. He didn't lean back or disappear into nothing. He merely sat there, with his forehead resting against Ritsuka's collarbone and his hands still at Ritsuka's waist. His breath ruffled Ritsuka's shirt, was slightly chilly, and made goosebumps rise along his shoulders. And Ritsuka could feel the slightly erratic rise and fall of Soubi's breathing from where his hands lay across Soubi's back, felt it slow and ease and become steady once more. The electric shocks hadn't stopped yet - for either of them. Ritsuka could still feel them dancing across the hair on his arms.
It was only when they faded into a bone-deep tingle that Ritsuka bent to whisper in Soubi's ear:
"Soubi? I lo-"