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| Entry tags: | drabble, loveless, one-shot, pg13, seimei/ritsuka |
Seimei/Ritsuka ficlet: The forbidden - 5/100
Title: The forbidden
Fandom: Loveless
Author: Gothatheartholo
Rating/Warning: PG13 for shonen ai, incest, etc
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off Loveless.
Summary: When Ritsuka was asleep, Seimei would often kiss him just because he could, but what if Ritsuka woke up and caught him on the act?
A/n: Haha! I finally wrote it!
***
Ritsuka’s room was small and dimly lit.
Seimei laid his brother gently on his small bed and draped the white, thin blankets over his fragile body.
Seimei sat on the edge of the bed and watched with a fond smile on his face as Ritsuka pulled the blankets a little closer to him, as though to seek for more warmth.
Seimei was there for a long time and when Ritsuka was truly asleep, Seimei leaned over and kissed his soft lips.
Ritsuka sighed, but he was still asleep. He was still dreaming. Seimei preferred it that way.
Seimei smiled again.
***
He did it again, stealing a quick kiss from his sleeping little brother and it seemed that for a moment, even he didn’t know why he did it.
But as he stayed there for a bit longer, watching Ritsuka fondly, it all became clear.
He did this because he could and because he always did and always would love his Ritsuka.
He laid his hand on Ritsuka’s cheek and began caressing his face.
Ritsuka was beautiful and loving and so fragile. His little brother showed no signs of him knowing Seimei’s little secret.
Seimei had many secrets, but Seimei preferred to call this his “little secret” only because the kisses were chaste and pure and to him, it felt right.
It never felt wrong.
How could it be wrong when Ritsuka was only meant for him? In this world, Ritsuka was the only other person who was exactly like him.
***
The third time he did it, he knew that it was also going to be his last kiss.
Little Ritsuka opened his eyes and he was so shocked and maybe, as his body shrank away from his big brother, he was a little scared too.
“What are you doing?” Ritsuka asked softly.
Seimei was looking at him for a long time and finally, letting his head droop to show his shame (even though he felt no shame in doing this), he sighed.
“I love you, Seimei,” Ritsuka said as he moved towards his brother. Ritsuka was still so young, and yet, it was as though he almost knew how to comfort him, to let him down gently as Ritsuka said: “But this…doesn’t feel right.”
How could it be not right? Seimei had wanted to ask him, but as though Ritsuka had read his mind, he shook his head and pressed a small kiss on Seimei’s cheek.
He returned to his bed and without Seimei’s help, he pulled the blankets over to him and closed his eyes.
Like the previous times, Seimei stayed by his side. He lifted his hand and touched his own cheek. It burned from the kiss, just as his body yearned to be with Ritsuka’s.
Ritsuka’s bed was too small. Seimei made a decision.
He picked Ritsuka up and made sure that he was still asleep. He took Ritsuka to his own bedroom, laid him on the bed and decided to rest beside him.
He pulled Ritsuka closer to him, wrapping his arms around Ritsuka’s waist. Ritsuka sighed and curled up against him. His little brother was smiling.
Seimei kissed his forehead and closed his eyes. Maybe in another time, when Ritsuka was older, when he’d realize that they were meant to be together, he’d kiss those small lips again. For now, he’d settle for everything else. He’d be the big brother that Ritsuka craved from him, but later on, just as everything else with life, they would have to change.
Ritsuka didn’t know all sides of him. He realized then that he had revealed his secret side to Ritsuka all too soon. But there were ways around that, ways to use the power of words to make the mind forget what the judging eyes had seen.
I’m sorry, Seimei thought with a regretful sigh. I’ll have to make you forget, even though I will remember this forever.
Fin.
***
A/n: I’ve been wanting to write this in forever! And god, I wanted to write. It’s been a week.
Um, so do you guys like what I write? Want more Seimei/Ritsuka stories from me? Have any questions, concrit, all sorts of constructive feedback? Then please review! ^o^
Ritsuka’s room was small and dimly lit.
Seimei laid his brother gently on his small bed and draped the white, thin blankets over his fragile body.
Seimei sat on the edge of the bed and watched with a fond smile on his face as Ritsuka pulled the blankets a little closer to him, as though to seek for more warmth.
Seimei was there for a long time and when Ritsuka was truly asleep, Seimei leaned over and kissed his soft lips.
Ritsuka sighed, but he was still asleep. He was still dreaming. Seimei preferred it that way.
Seimei smiled again.
***
He did it again, stealing a quick kiss from his sleeping little brother and it seemed that for a moment, even he didn’t know why he did it.
But as he stayed there for a bit longer, watching Ritsuka fondly, it all became clear.
He did this because he could and because he always did and always would love his Ritsuka.
He laid his hand on Ritsuka’s cheek and began caressing his face.
Ritsuka was beautiful and loving and so fragile. His little brother showed no signs of him knowing Seimei’s little secret.
Seimei had many secrets, but Seimei preferred to call this his “little secret” only because the kisses were chaste and pure and to him, it felt right.
It never felt wrong.
How could it be wrong when Ritsuka was only meant for him? In this world, Ritsuka was the only other person who was exactly like him.
***
The third time he did it, he knew that it was also going to be his last kiss.
Little Ritsuka opened his eyes and he was so shocked and maybe, as his body shrank away from his big brother, he was a little scared too.
“What are you doing?” Ritsuka asked softly.
Seimei was looking at him for a long time and finally, letting his head droop to show his shame (even though he felt no shame in doing this), he sighed.
“I love you, Seimei,” Ritsuka said as he moved towards his brother. Ritsuka was still so young, and yet, it was as though he almost knew how to comfort him, to let him down gently as Ritsuka said: “But this…doesn’t feel right.”
How could it be not right? Seimei had wanted to ask him, but as though Ritsuka had read his mind, he shook his head and pressed a small kiss on Seimei’s cheek.
He returned to his bed and without Seimei’s help, he pulled the blankets over to him and closed his eyes.
Like the previous times, Seimei stayed by his side. He lifted his hand and touched his own cheek. It burned from the kiss, just as his body yearned to be with Ritsuka’s.
Ritsuka’s bed was too small. Seimei made a decision.
He picked Ritsuka up and made sure that he was still asleep. He took Ritsuka to his own bedroom, laid him on the bed and decided to rest beside him.
He pulled Ritsuka closer to him, wrapping his arms around Ritsuka’s waist. Ritsuka sighed and curled up against him. His little brother was smiling.
Seimei kissed his forehead and closed his eyes. Maybe in another time, when Ritsuka was older, when he’d realize that they were meant to be together, he’d kiss those small lips again. For now, he’d settle for everything else. He’d be the big brother that Ritsuka craved from him, but later on, just as everything else with life, they would have to change.
Ritsuka didn’t know all sides of him. He realized then that he had revealed his secret side to Ritsuka all too soon. But there were ways around that, ways to use the power of words to make the mind forget what the judging eyes had seen.
I’m sorry, Seimei thought with a regretful sigh. I’ll have to make you forget, even though I will remember this forever.
Fin.
***
A/n: I’ve been wanting to write this in forever! And god, I wanted to write. It’s been a week.
Um, so do you guys like what I write? Want more Seimei/Ritsuka stories from me? Have any questions, concrit, all sorts of constructive feedback? Then please review! ^o^