Ruthless

A Mother's Love

A woman stood near the window. Her breath hit and clung to the glass. Her slim figure was emphasized by the long black dress with the tulle on the side. She looked good and she knew that. Her dressing table also made it clear that she was paying close attention to her appearance. Perfume, lipstick and various glittering pieces of jewelry almost completely hid the smooth, wooden surface. Nonetheless, everything had its place. The seventeen year old carefully ran two fingers along the edge of the furniture as he approached. Hesitating to end the silence, he silently stepped behind the lady with the purple hair. She smiled, turned and immediately threw her arms around the young man's neck. He gently put his hands on her hips. Her cat-like eyes sparkled playfully. That glow didn't leave them, not even when Cordelia joined her lips with her son's lips. A tingling sensation remained on his mouth after the woman pulled away from him. She pulled away from him and went to the center of the room, where she turned her back to him. Then she brushed her hair forward over her right shoulder. "Laito..." He knew what to do. He opened the numerous fasteners on the dress and then the corset. He laid everything, carefully folded, on the velvety chair. He felt hands wander over his upper body. The delicate fingers opened the buttons of his shirt at breathtaking speed and just as quickly slipped the young man's waistband. A small moan escaped his mouth. The woman stripped him of his remaining clothes and led him to the bed. There she sat down elegantly. When he looked at her with undisguised eagerness, she was extremely pleased. She held her hand out to him. "Are you coming, Laito?" It was undoubtedly an order. The young man obeyed. "My good boy..." He did what he always did when she called him over. He put his fingers on soft skin, felt the warmth. Was allowed to feel her love. He heard his name from her mouth. He was happy because he made her happy. He sank into the sweet and bewitching smell of her hair and fell in love with the entirety of her being. Her angelic appearance and the sudden softness in her eyes and voice. Her hands and lips caressing his body...

He banishes the memory from his mind. Half buried under him, Ameto moves. Laito strokes his head lovingly and blows a kiss on his cheek. His brother's breaths deepen. He continues to sleep. There is an eerie emptiness in Laito. "But that's good." He reassures himself. The alternative is the confusing whirlwind of emotions that he finds so difficult to control. As long as his brother belongs only to him... as long as he doesn't give him a reason... as long as he..! Laito's hand clenches into a fist and he is shocked to see that he's is still holding Ameto's wrist. He immediately releases his grip. The skin turns red at first, then a little blood comes out of the small wounds his fingernails have left. He throws a scrutinizing look at Ameto's face, but the latter apparently has not noticed anything because his eyes are still tightly closed. A little ashamed, Laito wipes the blood away and then lays his head back on the pillow. With a deep sigh he looks at the ceiling as if it had answers for him, before his eyes close.