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29 October 2008 @ 12:34 pm
Soubi x Kio smex  
Well, I'm writing a fanfic (Goodnight Butterfly) that's been underway for a year now. It's mainly Soubi x Ritsuka, but this chapter happened to involve something close to smut that was Soubi x Kio, so I figured I'd better post it here. You can read the rest of the story here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3780757/1/Goodnight_Butterfly

Now, on to the smut...

Title: Breathless Rhythm (chapter 23 of Goodnight Butterfly)
Rating: R?
Pairing: Soubi x Kio


Soubi moved slowly, with the fluid grace of before the incident. Though he was still a bit shaky and still felt occasional reverberations from what had happened, his body was mostly healed. He knew Kio would still be angry with him for getting out of bed, but as far as he was concerned it had been more than long enough.

As his feet his the cool wood of the floor, a sense of relief filled him. After so many long days of feeling like a cripple, to finally feel his strength fill him and feel the wood beneath his feet as he walked across the bedroom area and out into the kitchen was satisfying beyond all reason. As a slight smile, tugged at his lips, he moved to the countertop and dug out his teapot. He was in such high spirits that he leaned against the frame of the sliding glass door as he waited for the water to boil and watched the sunset.

The air was cold, and the reds and oranges of the fading light were fiery against the remaining bright leaves that still clung to mostly-bare tree branches. As he stood and let the rather bitter breeze sift through his hair, he felt a pang of something strange in his chest; a feeling that something, somehow, was not quite right. His eyes stared into the horizon, squinting at the strange feeling echoing through his heart. What could possibly be wrong? What in the world was causing this strange, wary ache?

A loud whistle issued from the teapot behind him, and he tore himself out of his thoughts, moving over and pulling it from the burner carefully. He glanced over his shoulder once more into the fading colors of the sunset, his uneasiness still pronounced and but slowly ebbing.

“Sou-chan! You’re out of bed!”

Soubi jumped several feet into the air. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even heard Kio let himself in, and his sudden presence was slightly unnerving. He gained his bearings, however, and gave his friend a light smile.

“Yes, I feel much better today. I think I’ve been bed-ridden for about long enough, don’t you?” he said slightly teasingly.

“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry I was so insufferable the whole time. I was just…so worried that you weren’t going to be okay that I guess I went a little overboard with it,” Kio rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, and Soubi smiled.

“It’s fine. I’m actually very touched that you were worried about me,” Soubi turned to the teapot and concentrated on filling a tea ball with a small handful of jasmine tea before dropping it into the boiling water inside the pot. “I was just making tea. Do you want some, Kio?”

“Oh, sure. Thanks, Sou-chan,” Kio replied, taking a seat at the table and watching Soubi get out two teacups before joining him.

“Okay, it should be brewed in a few minutes,” Soubi rested his elbow on the table and allowed his chin to fall into his hand, staring absentmindedly across the table at his friend. Kio shot him a smile and pulled a strawberry lollipop out of the pocket of his jacket, popping it into his mouth. He offered one to Soubi, who declined.

“I was a little scared you were going to die for a while there,” Kio confessed softly, avoiding Soubi’s eyes and licking gingerly at his lollipop. “I’m really glad you’re feeling better, Sou-chan. I don’t know what I’d do without you, actually… I really don’t know what I’d do.”

Soubi stared across the table at him, slightly fascinated. His ability to put strong emotion into words was one what he had always envied, and now he could see from the things Kio had told him that there was much he didn’t understand about the blonde teenager who sat across from him, an entire hidden world behind those soft silver eyes. Kio was a mystery in his own bubbly, vivacious way, and Soubi knew it. Each person was their own mystery, and Kio’s was less painful and more affable than others. There was something about him that Soubi could not place, but had never understood. He leaned slightly across the table, finding Kio’s eyes.

“Kio?”

“Hmm? What is it, Sou-chan?” Kio licked delicately at the red sphere of his lollipop and returned his gaze.

“Why do you stay?”

“What?”

“Why do you stay by my side, even though I don’t deserve it? Why do you keep coming back, no matter what I do or say, no matter how thoughtless I am?” Soubi had never wanted to know the answer to this question before, but suddenly knowing it seemed important, and he waited patiently for Kio to reply.

Kio’s eyes drifted slowly out the window, and Soubi could tell his was tracing the shapes of the houses as they faded into silhouettes in the darkness. Finally, he turned slowly back to Soubi, openness flashing softly in his eyes. “It’s because I’m in love with you,” he answered candidly.

Soubi never knew how to react when Kio brought up these feelings, and as usual he sat and stared at him, quiet but not judging. Just curious, to see if Kio would say anything more. He was more quiet and reasonable than when he had confessed to Soubi last time, and the memory of his desperation and anger filled Soubi with worry. He was afraid Kio would be angry again, would be hurt again. He couldn’t bear the thought.

However, Kio showed no signs of being either angry or worried. Instead, he stared at Soubi for a moment with a determined expression, his soft blonde ears twitching as he appeared to be contemplating something enormous. Then slowly he reached across the table and placed a shaky hand on the back of Soubi’s neck. Soubi could feel the slight pressure as Kio pulled his torso forward and then found Soubi’s lips with his, kissing him in a way that was more determined than ever before.

Soubi’s eyes widened as Kio’s lips caressed him tenderly, warm and soft and sweet. He almost decided to pull away, but Kio held him there, running a heartbreakingly gentle hand across his cheek, stroking the ridge of his cheekbone, his jaw line, his hair. Soubi trembled and could feel himself beginning to crumble under the tenderness of the touch and the kiss. There was something almost painful about being touched so gently in a way that made Soubi wonder if Kio thought he was going to break. There was a sense that he didn’t deserve it, a feeling that he was not worthy.

“Kio, you shouldn’t…” he whispered helplessly against his friend’s smooth lips.

“Just let me love you for a while, Sou-chan…” Kio pressed small, fluttering kisses on his lips. “Just let me show you there’s more to life than Seimei. Let me do this… please,” Kio looked into his eyes fiercely. “Please…” their eyes locked, and Soubi felt a wrench of pity, of guilt, and of compliance.

“Alright,” he whispered, not willing to allow himself to disappoint his friend further than he already had. This moment was fragile, and to break it would be unforgivable, something he would never be able to live with. So he allowed Kio to remove their glasses and he allowed him to resume the gentle kiss. He closed his eyes and let Kio stroke his face, his hair.

“Sou-chan,” Kio whispered softly, breaking the kiss and moving over across the table and pulling him to his feet so he could take him into his arms. Soubi trembled beneath his lips, unable to stop the guilt at the situation, at how this should not be happening. He did not return Kio’s feelings, and doing this was only leading him on. It would only lead to more hurt for him, more suffering, more disappointment. Soubi knew he was an endless source of disappointment for Kio, letting him down and hurting him and proving himself unworthy of his friendship over and over again. And yet, Kio stayed. That was the fact that made it alright for Soubi to allow his. “Kio deserves to have what he wants,” he thought as he felt Kio tangle his hands in his hair. “But he deserves much better than me…”

Thought was chased from Soubi’s mind as he felt Kio’s tongue brush over his lips, still just as gentle, just as reassuring. He trembled a bit harder as he parted his lips slightly and allowed Kio’s tongue to pass into his mouth, exploring it softly. This was starting to feel less like an obligation and more like something tantalizing as it progressed.

Kio nipped gently at his lip and brushed their tongues together, and Soubi actually moaned. Encouraged, Kio slipped his hands under Soubi’s shirt and raked his fingertips across his bare skin. He stroked his ribs, his shoulder blades, and the scars left behind by years of whippings at the hands of Ritsu. Soubi shuddered and tried not to lost control. Those hands found his nipple and jerked it, and he whimpered at the unexpected sensation. He was becoming aroused, and he could do little to stop the soft sound that grew in this throat as Kio rubbed his hips and then progressed lower, touching him there through his pants and then rubbing lightly.

“Kio…” he whimpered. Kio threaded his fingers through his hair once more and pulled their bodies together tightly, pressing every angle together. The kisses were becoming frantic now, breathless, a messy affair of tongues and teeth and wet, slick lips as they struggled to keep breathing. Soubi could feel Kio’s warmth pressing against him at every curve, molded together and starting to grow damp with each other’s sweat.

Still kissing him, Kio managed to maneuver Soubi over to the bed and push him into it. He crawled on top of him, looking far more sultry than he had ever seen. Soubi shivered and watched him fumble with the buttons of their shirts, desperate for the hot, slick touch of skin against skin. Finally, as the soft material fell away, they fell into the kiss once more, newly exposed skin colliding and making them shudder. Kio pulled away far too quickly, undoing the clasp on Soubi’s jeans and sliding them slowly down his legs. Soubi lifted his hips to make it easier, and the shock of cold air as Kio removed his briefs as well was brisk. He quickly reached for the button on Kio’s jeans and slid them off with great care. Kio was shaking slightly in anticipation, and when they were both completely naked there was a long, breathless pause.

“Sou-chan…” Kio whispered, his voice slightly in awe. “You’re so beautiful.”

Soubi smiled, knowing full well that he wasn’t. He was far too worn and beaten and scarred to be beautiful. His smooth skin had seen more than its fair share of battles and pain, and even though he was not as scarred as he should have been from so many wounds, he had been through too much. He had lost too much of his innocence to be beautiful. But the sincerity in Kio’s eyes as he said it was enough that he nearly believed him for a moment.

Kio fell to kissing him once more, coming to lie on top of him and meshing their naked bodies together. Kio’s skin was warm and soft, too silky to feel like it belonged touching his own, and he kissed him with such intensity that Soubi was soon out of breath, touching every bit of Kio that he could reach. The soft fur of Kio’s tail tickled Soubi gently as the other boy kissed Soubi’s neck, sucking softly at the exposed flesh and bringing the blood to the surface. He bit at Soubi’s collarbones, his hips, his inner thighs.

Soubi was breathless, squirming in an undignified manner as Kio continued to inflict the sweet torture on his body. His tongue moved with an agonizing slowness, laving a wet path across the soft flesh of Soubi’s inner thighs and then back up his chest to engage Soubi in another kiss. Soubi lapped at Kio’s tongue, surprised at how lost he was getting in all of this. He broke away and nibbled at Kio’s nipple, smiling as Kio began to squirm the same way he had previously.

“Sou-chan,” Kio moaned as Soubi kissed him deeply and then bit down on the place where his neck met his shoulder. “Will you…” he moaned softly. “Now?”

Soubi pulled back, meeting his friend’s eyes and searching for signs of uncertainty in the pure silver depths. “Are you sure, Kio? Are you positive this is the way you want this to happen? Are you sure this is how you want to remember losing your ears?”

“Yes,” Kio said so forcefully that Soubi actually blushed. “I know you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you, but I want this. I’ve always wanted this, more than you could ever know…” Kio’s eyes were slightly clouded over with lust in a way that was strangely appealing. “So please… take me now.”

“What about your mother? She’s going to find out you kn--” Soubi was cut off as Kio slid his hand between his legs.

“I don’t care,” he whispered breathlessly with conviction, resting his forehead against Soubi’s, their sweat mingling and their chests pressing together as they breathed heavily in unison. “I said I wanted you to let me love you, remember?” he spread his legs delicately. “And I meant every word.”
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