[Loveless] [Seimei/Ritsuka] [Theme One, Secret Encounter]
Title: Keep a Secret
Author: transcending at madasthehatter
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 243
Warnings: Seimei. 8)
Disclaimer: Loveless belongs to Kouga Yun.
They often took baths together, even after Ritsuka had long passed what was likely the appropriate age for such activities. Seimei knew that it was calming for Ritsuka, a time when he could be vulnerable yet still feel safe and secure, and Seimei wasn't about to pretend that he didn't enjoy it himself. They stayed in there for hours at a time, childishly splashing and living in a world where nothing mattered because there was no one else but the two of them.
Ritsuka always had to be dried after they finished. If Seimei left him to his own devices, he often forgot or was too tired to bother. More than once the boy had plopped like a zombie into the bed they always shared, his pajamas soaked through and clinging defiantly to his small frame.
Though it wasn't as if Seimei was at all adverse to drying him. He loved it like almost nothing else, the fresh cloth sliding over equally soft skin and hair, the sound of Ritsuka's dazed giggles as his older brother tickled his twitching ears. A sleepy Ritsuka was also less likely to notice much of anything, so Seimei could let his touches linger far longer than what was necessary. The fabric of the towel became a strict and mocking barrier between perfection defined and the ministrations of bony fingers that were only chaste in a physical sense.
Sometimes the towel slipped, but that was alright. Accidents were bound to happen.
Author: transcending at madasthehatter
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 243
Warnings: Seimei. 8)
Disclaimer: Loveless belongs to Kouga Yun.
They often took baths together, even after Ritsuka had long passed what was likely the appropriate age for such activities. Seimei knew that it was calming for Ritsuka, a time when he could be vulnerable yet still feel safe and secure, and Seimei wasn't about to pretend that he didn't enjoy it himself. They stayed in there for hours at a time, childishly splashing and living in a world where nothing mattered because there was no one else but the two of them.
Ritsuka always had to be dried after they finished. If Seimei left him to his own devices, he often forgot or was too tired to bother. More than once the boy had plopped like a zombie into the bed they always shared, his pajamas soaked through and clinging defiantly to his small frame.
Though it wasn't as if Seimei was at all adverse to drying him. He loved it like almost nothing else, the fresh cloth sliding over equally soft skin and hair, the sound of Ritsuka's dazed giggles as his older brother tickled his twitching ears. A sleepy Ritsuka was also less likely to notice much of anything, so Seimei could let his touches linger far longer than what was necessary. The fabric of the towel became a strict and mocking barrier between perfection defined and the ministrations of bony fingers that were only chaste in a physical sense.
Sometimes the towel slipped, but that was alright. Accidents were bound to happen.