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Chapter List
- 1-If You Only Knew
- 2-You Don't Have To Be Alone
- 1
- 2
Hey there! Here�s the
second and final chapter for this fic, and thank you SO MUCH to everyone who�s
read and reviewed so far! I know that XXXHolic isn�t really the most popular or
active fandom, but I�m so happy people took the time to read and review this!
You guys made me work extra hard to try and get this second part done in a
timely fashion, and to get it done as best as I possibly could!

SO THEN! On with part two!
I hope everyone likes it!

.o.O.o.

�Watanuki? � Watanuki?�

Light shaking roused the
young, dark haired boy from his sleep, and he grumpily flopped over, throwing
an arm over his eyes to block out the dim light filtering in through the
blinds.

�What?� he sleepily
murmured, blinking drowsily and trying to make sense of where he was. Someone
tall was looming over him, but all he could make out was the dark form; his
sleep clogged senses still too clumsy to process anything more.

�It�s getting late.� The
looming figure informed him in a monotone, and Watanuki flopped back over with
a sigh, finally able to identify who was speaking. �Don�t you have to be
getting home soon?�

�Nrrrgh�� Watanuki vaguely
murmured, annoyed at being woken, and by Doumeki of all people.

�� Not knowing how to
respond the garbled reply, the taller male simply continued to stand over
Watanuki, looking down at him as the boy curled into himself, burying his face
in the pillows and blankets.

�Mmmn� what time is it?�
Watanuki finally asked, sounding like he still wasn�t fully awake.

�Almost seven o�clock at
night.� Doumeki informed him, not taking his eyes off of the smaller boy�s form
nestled amongst his bedsheets. �I thought your parents would be expecting you.�
Watanuki seemed to wake up a bit more at this, sitting up with a contemplative
frown on his features.

�Uh� yeah, sure. I guess .�
Watanuki mumbled. �I�� he paused, seeming to have just noticed something.
�Where are my glasses?�

�There.� Doumeki told him,
motioning to the bedside table. �You looked like you were going to roll over
onto your face, so I took them off for you.�

�Hn.� Watanuki vaguely
acknowledged with an embarrassed flush, not about to say thank you for the
creep molesting his face in his sleep. What a weirdo.

It didn�t take too much
more rousing after that to get Watanuki fully awake and following the taller
dark haired male out the door. Watanuki disliked being led around like a lost
puppy, but he reluctantly admitted that he was out of his element, and whether
he liked it or not, Doumeki was the one person who was going to be able to
explain his presence at the hotel and lead him out without further inquiry.

Pushing through the
revolving glass doors that led both in to and out of the hotel, Doumeki turned
towards the hotel�s adjacent parking structure, Watanuki trailing behind. Going
around the side, Doumeki led him up a flight of stairs�and then another one�
and another one�

�Doumeki!� the smaller teen
snapped irritably, gasping at his slight lack of breath as they ascended the
fifth flight of stairs. �What did you do, park at the very absolute top level?�

�Yeah.� Came the monotone
reply, and Doumeki didn�t even bother turning around or slowing down. Watanuki
glared daggers into the older male�s back.

�And may I ask why?�

Doumeki shrugged. �It�s
easy to find parking spaces there. No one else bothers going all the way to the
top.�

�Gee, I wonder why.�
Watanuki grumbled under his breath as he continued tagging along. Not that he
really had any choice at this point.

When they finally did
make it to the top level (Watanuki falling to his knees dramatically and gasping
for breath) there was only a single car to be found, parked directly in the
exact middle of the open parking area, under a dimly glowing lamp-light.
Watanuki blanched. Doumeki really wasn�t kidding or exaggerating when he said
no one else bothered to park up here. It was probably convenient, though, if he
and Himawari were ever in need of parking in the public hotel structure � at
least up here no one would be around to harass them.

When they got to the car,
embarrassingly enough, Doumeki stopped at the passenger side to hold the door
open for Watanuki, gesturing with a sweeping arm movement to usher the younger
boy in. Huffing indignantly, Watanuki slipped inside, sitting himself down and
pulling the seal belt strap over his shoulder, effectively buckling himself in
and reassuring himself that Doumeki�s gesture was just one of habit, being
Himawari�s official escort and all.

It was a nice car, Watanuki
noticed, a simple little black four door, but it was sleek and clean and
comfortable and rather nice looking all-around. Watanuki settled himself in as
Doumeki got in on his own side, pulling on his own seat belt and putting the
keys in the ignition. The car turned on with the whirring on the engine and the
beep of a few electronics, and Doumeki looked over at Watanuki for a moment �
seeming to appraise the situation and Watanuki�s comfort � before twisting in
his seat, looking over his shoulder and backing the car up out of it�s space.
Watanuki really didn�t see the point � Doumeki could have just simply driven
forward through the empty parking spaces that surrounded him on all sides, but
it appeared that he was a man of etiquette and standard proceedings. �What a
weird guy�� Watanuki thought to himself, rolling his eyes. And awkwardly
enough, Doumeki kept the radio turned either off or down so low that it was
impossible to hear. Either way, the silence of the ride made Watanuki fidget in
his seat, not wanting to make idle chit-chat with someone he still held a
grudge against, but not particularly liking the silence either.

�Where do you live?�
Doumeki inquired, and for a moment Watanuki puffed up indignantly, almost
snapping at Doumeki for his boldness. But logically it was a reasonable thing
to ask. Considering how Doumeki was driving Watanuki home and everything.
So Watanuki held his tongue, instead giving brief instructions as to how to get
to his apartment.

�That�s where you
live?� Doumeki replied, a tint of wonder and awe to his otherwise usually
emotionless voice. �Isn�t that rather far away from the fashion studio and the
hotel?�

�Yeah, so?� Watanuki
snapped back, wondering what the point of that particular perceptive little
insight was.

�Both times I met you� you
were there all on your own, without a car or a bike or anything. Did you walk
there and back?�

Watanuki sunk down in his
seat with an embarrassed blush and a scowl. �Yeah, so?�

�That�s a long way to walk
for someone you don�t even know.� Doumeki replied in a low voice, not taking
his eyes off the road.

�Don�t remind me.� Watanuki
grumbled, folding his arms over his chest crossly.

A sudden ringing cut into
the tense atmosphere of the car interiour, and Watanuki turned to see Doumeki
picking up a car phone, snorting out a stifled laugh. What kind of guy still
used a car phone?

�Yes?� Doumeki answered
(who answered their phone like that?) and a muffled reply � feminine sounding,
from all the high pitches to the voice � came through the line, although
Watanuki couldn�t pick out any clear words or phrases.

�Oh?� Doumeki continued,
speaking to the person on the other end. �I see� Yes. � No, that�s not a
problem. � Okay. � Right. � I�ll see you tomorrow. � Yes. � Goodbye.�

Watanuki looked to the dark
haired teen for an explanation, but Doumeki still didn�t look away from the
road, and Watanuki was too polite to verbally pry into the exchange that had
just occurred. They slipped back into silence for the rest of the ride,
Watanuki mulling over his bad luck and failed venture into love, and Doumeki�
well� thinking whatever it was Doumeki thought about in that head of his. When
they finally pulled around the corner onto the block Watanuki�s apartment was
on, the smaller male sat up, preemptively settling his hand over the seatbelt
buckle to be ready to slip out when the car pulled over.

�Uh, that�s my apartment
right over� there.� Watanuki began, trailing off when it became apparent that
Doumeki wasn�t going to pull over. �Um� you missed it.� �Idiot� he added
in his head.

�Hn.� Doumeki responded,
not appearing to care as he turned around the corner of the block into a wide,
open alley for parking.

�Uh, you didn�t have to
park.� Watanuki informed him, quizzically questioning the older male�s
judgment. �It�s probably not a good idea to park your expensive car somewhere
like� what are you doing?�

Doumeki had unbuckled his
seat belt and opened the door, stepping out and coming around the Watanuki�s
side. Quickly assessing the situation and figuring out what was up, Watanuki
scrambled for his own seatbelt and door latch, but not fast enough. Groaning as
the door was held open for him, he muttered an unenthusiastic �thanks� under
his breath, stepping out of the car.

�Alright, well I�m going to
go now.� Watanuki said, looking up at Doumeki. �Uh� thanks for the ride home.
Tell Himawari I say�� he paused, not knowing what kind of message he wanted
conveyed to the once-love-of-his-life. �Uh, tell her I say goodbye.� Doumeki
nodded and Watanuki went to step away, head back to his apartment, only to stop
when Doumeki began following after him.

�What are you doing?� he
snapped, turning around to face the taller boy. Doumeki blinked, looking like
he didn�t quite comprehend why Watanuki was asking that.

�I�m walking you to your
door.�

Watanuki flushed, trying to
cover it with a heated glare. �You don�t have to do that. I�m fine on my own.�

�I want to.�

A heavy sigh, accompanied
by an eyeroll. �Fine, but I�m not inviting you in.�

This didn�t get a response,
so Watanuki huffed indignantly and turned on his heel, hearing Doumeki follow
after him. It was a little� unnerving, this reversal of roles, and Watanuki
wasn�t entirely sure how he felt about Doumeki tagging along after him. Sure it
was annoying, but maybe� maybe the fact that someone genuinely wanted to
accompany him was kind of nice.

Watanuki�s apartment was up
two flights of stairs, and the two took them in silence, the blush refusing to
leave Watanuki�s features. Why did he turn into such a wreck around this
Doumeki guy, unable to control something as trivial as the state of his face?
Reaching the correct door, Watanuki turned to face the taller boy, still
fighting off that self-conscious blush.

�Uh, well I suppose I�ll
see you around.� Watanuki said by way of farewell, nervously shoving the keys
into his door in an effort to get this encounter over with as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately the �not taking his eyes off of Doumeki� didn�t coincide very
well with trying to unlock his door, and the keys jangled irritatingly as he
tried to fit the right one in the slot. �So uh�� The proper key slid into place
and Watanuki turned the handle, pushing the door open. �Goodbye, I guess.�

He flipped on the light
switch before entering his apartment, but stopped short in the doorway, simply
looking around. The mess from two nights ago was still scattered all over his
living room � snack bowls and carelessly tossed remotes and TV guide booklets�
His dishes needed washing and his room was probably a mess� and it was so� so� empty.
All of a sudden he was struck with the strong desire to not go inside,
completely disregarding the fact that it was late and he had nowhere else to go
and Doumeki was probably still standing right behind him and �

�You live alone?�

Clearing his suddenly very
thick feeling throat, Watanuki answered without turning around. �Uh� yeah. I
do.�

�Do you mind?�

Watanuki blinked some
wetness out of his eyes, refusing to let tears fall down his cheeks. �Um� no.
It�s� it�s okay.�

�It seems very lonely.�

Watanuki whirled around
then, fury depicted on his features. �What would you know, huh?! You�re rich
and famous and you get to travel around the world with Himawari!� God,
it hurt just to say her name. All those lost dreams� �You get to stay in fancy
hotels and eat expensive gourmet food and go to premiers and have anything and
everything you want! So don�t think you know me, don�t think you can know how I
feel, what it�s like to live here and be me!�

Watanuki�s shoulders heaved
as he panted from his emotional outburst, the corners of his eyes stinging with
unshed tears. It was so unfair, everything was going wrong and what had he ever
done to deserve any of it? Nothing! And there Doumeki stood with that same
unreadable, expressionless look on his face, thinking he could just come
by and start saying things he knew nothing about! It made Watanuki absolutely
livid, and if he wasn�t so physically and emotionally warn out he would
consider clocking Doumeki right in his stupid face.

�I don�t have everything I
want.� The older teen muttered, and Watanuki just continued to silently seethe,
not dignifying that so obviously false statement with a reply. They stood there
in awkward silence for another minute, Watanuki starting to shake with the
cold, before Doumeki spoke up again.

�It was Himawari who called
earlier.� He said, and Watanuki didn�t comprehend what the guy was getting at.
Just rubbing it in Watanuki�s face that he got calls from Himawari and the
bespectacled boy didn�t? �She�s going to be gone tonight, staying somewhere
else with a business partner friend.�

�� And his point waaaas?

�Did you want to come back
to the hotel and spend the night there?�

�Wha�what?� Watanuki
questioned, completely thrown off. �I� I can�t just� you can�t seriously expect
me to simply� it isn�t��

.x.X.x.

Without even comprehending
how it happened, Watanuki suddenly somehow found himself being led back down
the stairs, buckled back into the car seat, and driven back to the hotel. He
followed Doumeki through the grand rooms without either of them saying a word,
and the elevator ride to the floor was awkwardly void of conversation as well.
Doumeki�s keys jangled noisily as he slid the correct one into the slot, and
pushed it open, gesturing for Watanuki to go first. Sighing, Watanuki stepped
in, stopping just past the door to wait for Doumeki to come in and let him know
what to do.

Locking the door behind
himself, Doumeki turned around to find Watanuki standing in the middle of the
entryway, looking lost.

�Do you want something to
eat?�

Watanuki shook his head and
felt like all the fight had gone out of him. �No, I�m� fine. I�m just� tired.�

�You wanna go to bed,
then?�

Suddenly Watanuki�s
indignant streak came back full force. �Excuse me?� he burst, drawing back and
looking defensive.

�Do. You. Want. To. Go. To.
Bed?� Doumeki repeated, making each word distinctive and clear, so that there
could be no mistaking them. �You didn�t want to spend the night at your
apartment, so I�m assuming you�re going to be sleeping here?�

�Oh.� Watanuki said,
figurative ruffled feathers settling down a little bit. �Uh� right. So, um,
does the couch pull out or something?� Doumeki blinked.

�It does.�

�Okay then, I�ll just ��

�But you�re not going to be
sleeping on it.�

�Excuse me?� Watanuki
inquired. �Where else would I be sleeping?�

�You�re taking my bed.�

�EXCUSE ME?!� Watanuki
burst. Just what was this guy playing at, anyways?

�You�re the guest.� Doumeki
explained. �So you get the bed.�

�I� I don�t want
your bed, you great pervert!� Watanuki snapped, crossing his arms over his
chest. �In fact� you know what? Forget it, I�m going home.�

Doumeki stepped in front of
the smaller boy, effectively blocking Watanuki�s exit. �If you go home all
you�re going to do is mope. Just take the bed.�

�No!� Watanuki refused,
trying to push past. �I refuse to stay here while you force me into your bed
like some kind of a � what are you doing? What � Hey! HEY! PUT ME DOWN! Where
are you taking me?!�

Watanuki found himself
unceremoniously deposited on the bed, bouncing slightly as he hit the soft,
pliable surface. �Hey!� he indignantly huffed, trying to disentangle himself
from the blankets that had somehow managed to wrap around him. �Cut it out, I
never said I wanted this!�

Doumeki sighed, ignoring
the boy�s protests and going over to the dresser, pulling out some loose
flannel pants and an oversized shirt.�
�Here.� He said, tossing them at the smaller boy, who was still
struggling with the many layers of blanketing that Doumeki had on the bed.

And with that he left.

Silently fuming, Watanuki
managed to sit up, grabbing at the soft, comfortable pajama outfit that had
been tossed at him. Doumeki had closed the door behind himself on the way out,
leaving Watanuki alone in the room. Well then. What to do, what to do. On the
one hand he could bust back out into the living room area and cause another
scene. Or� he could always just accept the situation as it was.

Sighing, Watanuki changed
into the clothes that Doumeki had loaned him before pulling the covers back and
climbing in. Once again the aura of Doumeki seemed to surround him, but
strangely enough it was almost a little secure, a little comforting, and
nothing at all like his lonely apartment, so with his mind set at ease Watanuki
set his glasses aside, sighed, and closed his eyes, letting himself drift into
a dreamless, exhausted sleep�

.x.X.x.

It was some hours later
that Watanuki was roused from his sleep. He didn�t know what it was exactly
that had woken him � some intangible dream, the wind, a night bird, or maybe
nothing at all � but he found himself sitting up in bed, suddenly feeling wide
awake and very out of place. He wondered where Doumeki had gone, after he had
forcibly dragged the smaller boy into the room, depositing him on the bed and
throwing a change of clothes in his face. And so, in Watanuki�s late-night way
of thinking, it seemed only logical to go on a search to find out.

Grabbing a blanket and
pulling it around himself, Watanuki carefully placed his glasses on and slipped
out of bed, shivering a little at the cold night air, and headed out of
Doumeki�s room. Pushing the door open silently, thanking the fact that there
were no squeaky hinges to give away the fact that he was sneaking around in the
middle of the night, Watanuki resisted the urge to pad down the hallway and
rummage around in Himawari�s room, and headed into the living room area
instead. In the cover of darkness it first appeared to be completely empty, and
Watanuki�s eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Where had the older male gone,
then? Just as he was about to turn around and head back down the hall to check
for more rooms that Doumeki might have retreated into, a soft snuffling sound
came from the corner of the room, and Watanuki paused.

Peering through the
darkness, Watanuki took a second to let his eyes fully adjust before
pinpointing where the sound had come from. There, in the corner of the room,
was an elaborate white couch, with what appeared to be a long mass of blankets
and pillows piled upon it. Watanuki might not have paid this any mind if it
weren�t for the fact that said pile of bedding appeared to be moving and making
light snoring sounds.

�Doumeki?� Watanuki
whispered into the darkness, tentatively stepping forward. An answering snuffle
as the elder teen shifted around, burying himself deeper into the mass of
blankets, was all Watanuki received. �Doumeeeeeki?� Watanuki tried again, not
quite sure why he felt like being so annoying as to go around waking someone up
in their own living quarters in the middle of the night, but persistent
nonetheless.

�Nnf�� Doumeki grunted in
his sleep, rolling over in a subconscious response to hearing Watanuki�s voice.
Even in sleep his face held the same, stoic expression, Watanuki mused,
stepping closer. A flap of the blanket had been pulled off of Doumeki�s
shoulder with his shifting, and Watanuki timidly reached out, pinching the
corner of the fabric and pulling it back up. He felt kind of� bad that Doumeki
had kicked himself out of his own bed just to be nice.

As the back of Watanuki�s
hand brushed Doumeki�s bare shoulder (the loose fitting sleep shirt having
slipped off of it) he immediately drew back at how cold the skin was. A guilty
flush came over Watanuki then, and he bit his bottom lip in thought. Maybe
Doumeki was a kind of weird guy, but�but maybe he wasn�t the jerk Watanuki had
initially thought him to be. In the last twenty-four hours he had found out
that Doumeki had a tendency to do favours for other people � even people he
didn�t know � he was a relatively insightful individual even if he didn�t seem
it, and most importantly: he wasn�t after Himawari. Watanuki looked down at the
dark haired male, clutching the blankets to his form as he attempted to sleep
on the too-small couch, cold and most likely uncomfortable. And all for what?
Just to be nice to some random kid he had picked up off the street?

�I�m sorry�� Watanuki
whispered shamefully, casting his eyes downward.

�What are you doing?�

Jolting in surprise,
Watanuki stumbled back and away from the couch, where he could now clearly see
Doumeki looking up at him with open eyes, propping himself up on an elbow.

�I� I� couldn�t sleep.�
Watanuki stuttered in replied.

�Do you need something?�
Doumeki asked, voice taking on a much gentler tone as he inquired after
Watanuki�s well being.

Watanuki frowned. What was with
this guy?! If someone had woken him up in the middle of the night for no
reason, he would have undoubtedly started shouting and lashing out at them. His
first instinct certainly wouldn�t have been to inquire about their well
being. But Doumeki� Doumeki continued to just lay there, staring up at him
as if he was ready and willing to answer Watanuki�s every beckon call, should
Watanuki give the slightest inclination to wanting something.

�Watanuki?�

�Aren�t you cold?� Watanuki
asked, changing the subject.

�No.�

�Yes you are.� Watanuki
irritably snapped, knowing better. Why would the guy bother to lie about that?
�I� I felt your shoulder.� He stuttered, realizing as he said it how awkward it
sounded. �And you were freezing. Why would you put up with that? I could have
taken the couch.�

�But then you would
have been cold.�

Watanuki glared at the
elder teen for his stubbornness. Why was it so important that Watanuki�s
comforts were met first? Doumeki took the whole �showing hospitality towards
guests� thing to all new and ridiculous levels.

�Why are you so nice to
me?� the smaller dark haired boy suddenly couldn�t help asking, looking down at
his sock-clad feet and shifting uncomfortably.

�Eh?�

�I just mean�� Watanuki
trailed off, gesturing uselessly with his hands. �I mean you keep doing things
for me, helping me. I don�t get it.�

Doumeki shrugged, sitting
up. �Why shouldn�t I?�

Watanuki frowned, looking
back up to meet Doumeki�s seemingly indifferent golden gaze. �You don�t even know
me!� he argued, throwing his arms out in exasperation. Heaving a sigh, Watanuki
plonked himself down on the couch beside Doumeki, propping his face up in his
hands, elbows resting on his thighs. �I mean� why would you spend time and
effort to go out of your way for someone you don�t even know, someone who� you
don�t even know if they like you back, or even care that you�re doing those
things for them?�

Doumeki leveled his gaze,
staring Watanuki down for what felt like endless minutes, and the smaller boy
was getting to the point where he didn�t even think Doumeki was going to
respond before the silence was broken.

�Why would you?�

Watanuki was taken aback,
frowning in confusion. �What do you mean, �why would I�? I�ve never��

Suddenly cold reality
gripped the dark haired boy�s entire being, wracking him to the core. The
comparison was so obvious. All the things Doumeki had been doing for him
so perfectly mirrored the lengths to which he had gone to for Himawari.
But that� it just� it didn�t quite match up. He had done all those things
because he had loved Himawari, and there was just no possible way that
Doumeki�s actions were borne of the same� the same�

Gulp.

�Um� Doumeki?� Watanuki
hesitantly questioned. �You, uh� you don�t� um� What I�m trying to say is��

Without so much as a single
change in expression, Doumeki leaned forward, gently placing his lips to those
of the smaller boy, applying careful pressure, neither forceful nor hesitant.
Just� there.

Watanuki�s mind rushed in a
whirlwind of thoughts, panicking at the current situation at hand. He was
frozen, unable to think coherently enough to act� much like he had been upon
meeting Himawari for the first time. But this� this was entirely
different! �And unwelcome!� his mind supplied, but for the life of him
he couldn�t get the rest of his body to communicate that. He should be pushing
Doumeki away, yelling at him, hitting him, storming out of the room in an
indignant huff� but he found himself unable to do any of those things. He just
sat there, frozen to the spot as Doumeki pressed his lips a little more firmly
again his own, obviously trying to get a response. After a moment he drew away,
leaving Watanuki to gape helplessly at him, still unable to work up any kind of
verbal or physical reply.

�You okay?�

�Wha� wha� wha�� Watanuki
found himself unable to do anything more productive or coherent than stutter
helplessly. A look of genuine concern passed over Doumeki�s features.

�Watanuki?�

�WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?�
Watanuki exploded, voice cracking as his heart beat erratically. Pulling back
abruptly he sprawled back into a sort of sloppy position where he was half on
his back, half still sitting up, and trying his best to lean away from Doumeki.
He was instinctually shouting at the other boy, but he wasn�t sure if he was
actually mad. Confused? Yes. Indignant? Oh yes. Actually, genuinely, mad? Not
really. Shouting just seemed the thing to do.

�Don�t shout.� Doumeki
chided. �There are people on the floors above and below us.�

�DON�T SHOUT?� Watanuki
echoed. �Don�t� don�t� THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR SHOUTING! YOU JUST TOOK IT
UPON YOUSELF TO LEAN OVER AND � MMNLF!�

Seemingly in an attempt to
quiet the younger male, Doumeki leaned over Watanuki, once more pressing their
lips together. Watanuki continued to attempt to voice his disapproval on the
matter at hand, but unfortunately opening his mouth to object only allowed
Doumeki to deepen their exchange, capturing the younger boy�s lower lip gently
in between his own and tugging slightly.

Watanuki gasped,
immediately cutting off his muffled verbal struggle. A jolt of electricity ran
through him at Doumeki�s action and he drew back further still, only to have
Doumeki follow after him, practically laying atop him by this point. None of
the older boy�s weight was on him, but Watanuki could feel Doumeki�s warmth �
whatever of it was still retained after having slept on the cold couch for
hours � radiating off of him. Watanuki blamed that realization entirely for the
fact that he suddenly felt his own body temperature spiking, seeming to go up
at least a few degrees.

�Doumeki, wait�� Watanuki
attempted, but was cut off once more as the older male pressed against him,
letting Watanuki support some of his weight as he leaned back in for another
kiss. Watanuki made a small sound of protest, but in the muffled confines of
their met mouths it came out sounding a bit more� encouraging than anything
else. Watanuki, blushing furiously, was about to push Doumeki off and have
another attempt at speaking his mind, but then the older teen pulled away on
his own, just a fraction, and contentedly sighed, his lips still brushing
Watanuki�s. Taken aback at the tender action, Watanuki�s protests caught in his
throat and his chest seized with some unidentifiable emotion.

�I like you, Watanuki.�
Doumeki quietly admitted, resting his forehead against that of the smaller boy.

�Um�� Watanuki honestly
couldn�t think of a single thing to say. While he certainly wasn�t greeting
this discovery with joy and open arms, he at the same time realized it would be
rather cruel to push the other male off of him with a cutting remark and a
sneer. So he settled for responding with something generic, something somewhere
in the middle, something non-committal and non-malicious. �Okay.�

Unfortunately Doumeki
didn�t take Watanuki�s okay for how he meant it. Apparently the other boy took
it as an assent, a go-ahead, and wrapping his arms snugly around the smaller
boy, he leaned back in.

Except this time he didn�t
go for Watanuki�s mouth. This time his lips descended lower, pressing to the
exposed column of Watanuki�s neck and dropping gentle, fleeting kisses along
it. The bespectacled boy let out a quiet gasp, eyes widening in disbelief and
jaw dropping open in surprise. Okay, so� that certainly hadn�t been the
expected reaction. Doumeki began bestowing attention to the underside of
Watanuki�s jaw, and even though he knew he now had full use of his usually loud
mouth to do all the protesting he wanted, full use of his limbs to push and
shove Doumeki away�

For some reason he just
couldn�t do it.

The dark haired boy seemed
just so� happy. Watanuki just� just couldn�t bring himself to push him
away. It� it was weird� for some reason, with Doumeki like this, honest and
open, Watanuki almost� almost didn�t mind him. When he was being stoic and
reserved and unreadable all Watanuki wanted to do was yell at him and hit him
for being so frustrating. But this open display of affection, such honestly� it
threw Watanuki off and he found himself unable to figure out how to properly
react to the situation, other than just staying put where he was and letting it
happen.

Of course that didn�t mean
he was devoid of the ability to react entirely.

�Hey!� Watanuki indignantly
burst, pushing Doumeki off and hurriedly scooting back on the couch, bringing
up to a spot on his neck that was currently tingling and feeling a little warm.
�You� you just bit me!�

�Not hard.� Doumeki stated,
looking like he was wondering what the problem was.

�Okay, now wait just a
minute!� Watanuki replied, voice a little shaky as he still held a hand over
the spot on his neck. �I� who said I wanted you biting me at all! This is
uncalled for! I� I don�t even know you.�

�Hn.� Doumeki huffed in
reply, and to Watanuki it sounded like it had a tone of scoffing irony to it.
With a bit of embarrassment he again likened the current situation with his
previous one with the girl of his obsession, and thought he understood why
Doumeki might have responded in such a fashion.

�Sorry, I just�� He just
what? Watanuki didn�t know, even in his own head. He just didn�t want it? He
just had to leave? He just� might need some time to get used to the idea?

�It�s okay.� Doumeki
mumbled in reply, pulling himself back over Watanuki. �I won�t do it again.�

Inwardly noting that he
hadn�t given Doumeki permission to do anything more, biting or no,
Watanuki nevertheless allowed the next kiss Doumeki placed to his lips. He was
being so gentle, Watanuki noticed, so attentive and� and almost
reverent. Outside of the obsession, it was exactly how he himself had
approached the situation with Himawari. As completely loyal and devoted and
willing to do anything and everything for the one he loved. It was everything
he had wanted to give, and everything he had hoped to receive in return, and
Watanuki suddenly felt so completely endeared to Doumeki, so completely understanding
that he unexpectedly found himself returning the kiss that was so comforting
and reassuring.

Murmuring happily, Doumeki
threaded a hand into Watanuki�s hair, fisting gently to hold onto the strands.
It tugged a bit, and embarrassingly enough Watanuki found that he rather liked
it, the assertion of claim that it implied. Watanuki�s stomach gave an
uncomfortable twist, knowing that it couldn�t be a good sign that he actually wanted
this to an extent. Somewhere in the back of his mind he supposed he was
supposed to be pushing the older boy off, but he couldn�t bring himself to
follow through on that, body traitorously pressing up as Doumeki tugged his
hair a little harder, a small whimper forcing it�s way out of his throat.

�Doumeki�� Watanuki tried
once more, and even he wasn�t sure if it was a last protest of the situation,
or the first admittance of defeat. Maybe it was a little bit of both. In either
case, Doumeki took the opportunity to gently take Watanuki�s lower lip between
his teeth, giving a tentative pull at it. Another wave of warmth rippled
through Watanuki, and he closed his eyes behind his glasses, trying to take
everything in. It was all going so fast that he could barely process it and ooooooooh
God, what was Doumeki doing with his tongue?

�Nnn�� Watanuki got out,
attempting to pull his mouth away. His effort was in vain, however, as Doumeki
simply followed after him, affectively recapturing his lips and continuing
their kiss. It was very wet and sloppy from all of Watanuki�s moving around,
but some part of the back of his mind was actually enjoying it. Or that could
have just been his hormones talking. Whatever it was, when Doumeki moved over
Watanuki, better situating himself and pressing the smaller boy down into the
mattress, it was all the younger teen could do to not arch up into the weight
pushing down on him. And even then, his willpower only lasted for a moment or
so, and the next thing he knew his spine was arching up into a graceful arc,
pressing up insistently.

Doumeki pulled back for a
second, letting out a shuddering breath as he seemingly attempted to reign in
his rush of hormones that were driving his actions and causing him to respond
quite enthusiastically to Watanuki�s reactions. The smaller dark haired
boy slumped back down and took the moment to take a breather, staring up at
Doumeki, seeing so much emotion written all over his features. A moment
later Doumeki was leaning back in, cupping the side of Watanuki�s face with his
free hand and placing the most tentative kiss upon his lips. It was
heartbreakingly sweet, and Watanuki found himself pressing back up to instigate
a deeper connection of mouths, going to far as to hesitantly wrap a shaking arm
around Doumeki�s waist. Spurred on by this show of affirmative response,
Doumeki also delved deeper into the kiss, running his tongue smoothly over the
crease in Watanuki�s lips. He was rewarded a moment later when Watanuki
cautiously parted his lips, knowing what Doumeki was getting at, but unsure as
to whether he should really be allowing it to happen.

Before Watanuki could back
out of his decision to allow Doumeki access to his open mouth, the larger boy
eagerly claimed what had been offered to him, sliding his tongue into
Watanuki�s open mouth and running it tentatively along Watanuki�s own. Gasping
in surprise, Watanuki didn�t at first respond, too shocked at the strange
feeling of the slippery muscle caressing his own tongue. It was� weird to say
the least. He really didn�t have anything to compare it to � the feeling of it,
the way it made him react � and so he curiously went along with it. Doumeki�s
tongue swept over the contours of his mouth, and it felt so strange and a
little embarrassing, but at the same time so intimate that Watanuki
couldn�t help but react positively to it; pressing himself up against Doumeki
and letting out little huffs and whimpers into the exchange of mouths.

Apparently all of
Watanuki�s little noises served to spur Doumeki on, because the next thing the
smaller boy knew he was being pushed firmly back into the couch cushions, the
whole length of Doumeki�s body pressed insistently up against him. They would
have been perfectly aligned if not for their height difference, but even in
their current situation Watanuki was distinctly aware of a new development in
their situation. A new development that involved Doumeki�s anatomy. A very specific
piece of anatomy.

�U-um�� Watanuki stuttered,
shakily drawing out of the kiss with a heated blush. Doumeki seemed to realize
that Watanuki had just become conscious of his current state of arousal, and he
had the decency to look away in embarrassment.

�Sorry.�

�It� um� it�s okay.�
Watanuki found himself answering, even though he was pretty sure this situation
was anything but okay. �It�s, uh, not your fault.�

�No.� Doumeki murmured,
nuzzling his face into Watanuki�s neck. �I suppose not. It�s your
fault.�

�Wha �� Watanuki
spluttered, intent on indignantly snapping back that there was no way
that he contributed to the formation of� of� of that, when the meaning
of Doumeki�s words sunk in. It was because of Watanuki. It was� it was for
him. Watanuki didn�t know whether to feel flattered or to flip out and run away
screaming. In the end he settled for an embarrassed sort of �freaked-out� type
of flattered, and laughed nervously. �Heh heh� oh. Um� yeah.�

Sensing Watanuki�s
discomfort but choosing to ignore it, Doumeki smirked in an endeared manner
before leaning back in to kiss Watanuki once more, cupping the side of his face
gently. Watanuki sighed, kissing back and tangling his fingers in Doumeki�s
hair. Except� now that he was aware of the older boy�s little� problem,
he found himself a little distracted. Nervous flutters raced through him at
what was implied by Doumeki�s current state, and he shifted restlessly, trying
to keep his mind off of it but failing spectacularly. There was only so much
else he could concentrate on with another boy�s anatomy pushing against his
thigh the way Doumeki�s was.

And it seemed as though his
restless shifting wasn�t helping matters for the elder male. Doumeki kept
making strained sounds in the back of his throat, hips jerking forward
convulsively every time Watanuki would move underneath him. Watanuki grew a
little more panicked at the direction this was heading in and, whimpering,
pulled out of the kiss with a pathetic whimper.

�Doumeki, I ��

Apparently Doumeki wasn�t
in the mood to talk. Surging forward, he recaptured Watanuki�s lips, sliding
his tongue into the smaller boy�s moth at the same time as he pushed his body
forward, only intending on scootching up on the couch, but inadvertently setting
off an entirely different chain of events. Watanuki, in surprise, braced
himself on his elbows and pushed backwards, trying to pull away, but in the
process only ended up pressing himself up, effectively causing their hips to
press together. Doumeki groaned, biting down on Watanuki�s neck, and the
smaller male gasped, aware of the fact that their lower anatomy was now in
perfect, aligned contact � albeit through layers of cloth � and the friction
provided was more than a little� stimulating. Clenching his jaw as Doumeki
experimentally tested out another slow press of hips, Watanuki hissed through
his teeth, eyes squeezing shut. That was� this� they were� the situation was
quickly escalating out of control. And yet for some reason� Watanuki couldn�t
bring himself to get out of it. His brain was telling him it was weird, or
wrong, or something, but his body� his body was having a different
reaction entirely. Doumeki�s renewed interest in Watanuki�s neck, combined with
the fact that they had somehow fallen into a slow rhythm of undulating hips,
sent tremors of excitement pulsing through Watanuki�s veins. They were treading
into dangerous territory, and he knew it, but he also liked it to an
extent. Watanuki had never engaged in activity of this sort other than by his
own hand, and he found that with another person the feelings were multiplied
tenfold. He found it curious that he would react to someone with the same
anatomy as himself, but it felt so good that he didn�t think to dwell on it
overly much.

�Watanuki�� Doumeki
murmured against the other�s skin, and Watanuki felt a blush of embarrassment
flood his cheeks. Doumeki was really��
really into this. He� he really did genuinely like Watanuki,
didn�t he? A bout of guilt overtook Watanuki then as he realized that maybe it
wasn�t fair of him to allow this, that maybe if he didn�t like Doumeki back
that he should end it. But� he looked down to see Doumeki reverently laying
open-mouthed kisses the skin just under the neckline of his shirt, and as he
arched his head back to allow for better access Watanuki realized� maybe he
liked Doumeki back a little too. For as infuriating as the other boy could be,
Doumeki was a nice person, and had done nothing but look out for Watanuki from
the moment they met. Hadn�t that been exactly what Watanuki had been looking
for? Someone who loved him with every bit of their heart, who was loyal and
steadfast� someone who really genuinely loved him. The tables had been
switched in the last few days, as Watanuki found himself going from one side of
unrequited love with Himawari, to the complete opposite side with Doumeki. He�
he really should give Doumeki a chance, he supposed. After all, �

�Doumeki!� Watanuki gasped,
arching back as Doumeki insistently pushed forward, simultaneously biting down
on a pulse point on Watanuki�s neck.

�Stop thinking so much.�
Doumeki told him. �I can practically hear the cogs turning in your head. It�s
okay, I�ve got you. I won�t hurt you. Just� let me have this.�

Gulping, Watanuki nodded.
He didn�t know specifically what Doumeki was referring to �having�, or if
Watanuki really should let him have it, but as Doumeki slid his hands up the
smaller boy�s shirt, fingers teasingly trailing upwards over sensitive sides
and ribs and ooooh Watanuki ever knew his nipples could be so sensitive�
With all of this in mind, he figured maybe it would be okay to let Doumeki keep
going.

�Doumeki�� Watanuki
murmured, nearly a moan, as the elder teen teasingly rubbed his thumbs in light
circles over Watanuki�s areolas, and at the same time pushed his hips
insistently into Watanuki�s. The older male gave an answering �hn� to
Watanuki�s murmur, and contented himself with getting the smaller boy�s shirt
all the way off. Lifting the hem, he attempted to pull it over Watanuki�s head,
but the boy�s glasses got caught, and a slight tussle between the shirt and
Watanuki�s face ensued. Eventually, however, Doumeki was able to get the shirt
off and toss it away somewhere before gently placing his hands on the earpieces
of Watanuki�s glasses. Pulling carefully, he removed them; setting them aside
on a conveniently placed, nearby end-table. Watanuki gulped. He felt rather�
vulnerable without his glasses on. But as Doumeki focused his attention back on
Watanuki�s face, a rare, true smile graced the stoic boy�s lips.

�You�re beautiful.�

Watanuki was about to snap
back that he wasn�t a girl, but stopped short. Doumeki looked honestly sincere
with what he had said, and besides� no one had ever given him such a genuine
and complimentary remark about his physical appearance before.

�Um� thanks.�

�Hn.�

Lowering himself down,
Doumeki wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, enveloping him into a secure
embrace. Watanuki couldn�t help but sigh, feeling suddenly very safe and
protected. He wrapped his own arms back around Doumeki as best as he could,
sighing contentedly. Whatever was going on� he decided that he was going to
allow it. He obviously meant something to Doumeki, and to be honest� the older
male was starting to grow on him as well.

And speaking of growing�

�Ah!� Watanuki exclaimed as
Doumeki gave a slow grind forward, making Watanuki extraordinarily aware of
both of their growing arousals. �Doumeki�� The older boy didn�t respond
verbally, but instead buried his face in the other boy�s neck, muffling his
laboured huffs of breath as he rocked forward again, this time building up a
rhythm. Watanuki arched his hips upward to meet every forward push from
Doumeki, and before long all that escaped his mouth were muffled pants and
moans and garbled versions of Doumeki�s name. By this point he was almost just
as hard as Doumeki, and their continuous writhing was only serving to escalate
his aroused state.

With a sudden grunt,
Doumeki hefted himself up and off of Watanuki just enough to remove his shirt.
Watanuki�s eyes widened a fraction as he took in Doumeki�s sculpted physique. He
wasn�t accustomed to checking out other guys, but he had to admit� Doumeki was
very good looking. Catching Watanuki looking him over, the corner of Doumeki�s
mouth hitched up into a slight smirk and he sat back, settling himself so as to
be sitting back on Watanuki�s lap. Reaching forward, he rubbed soothingly along
the smaller boy�s sensitive sides, the up and down motion occasionally
accentuated with a slight shift of hips on his part, teasing the smaller boy.

�Dou�Doumeki�� Watanuki got
out. Initially he had just been going along with things, but darn it if Doumeki
wasn�t making him want it. Seeing and feeling the larger boy�s body
moving over him evoked a tightening of Watanuki�s gut, and he pushed his hips
up, trying to encourage Doumeki to quit with the taunting if they were really
going to do this.

�Hnnm.� Doumeki replied,
settling himself back down partway draped over Watanuki, leaving enough space
open so that he could run his hands over the slender boy�s heaving chest,
thumbing a nipple once again.

�Nnn!� Watanuki keened,
arching up and clenching his eyes shut. �Doumeki, please!�

By this point, Watanuki was
completely lost, no longer thinking about anything other than the feelings
Doumeki was evoking in him, wanting nothing more than for things to escalate as
much and as fast as they could. He still had no idea what he was doing, but for
now it didn�t matter. Doumeki was with him, over him, all around him, and
Watanuki felt comforted and safe and secure and pleasured. Leaning downward
once more, Doumeki sealed his lips to Watanuki�s, and the younger male eagerly
responded. Opening his mouth and allowing Doumeki�s tongue immediate access,
Watanuki squirmed anxiously, sloppily responding to the kiss by wrapping his
tongue around Doumeki�s and making soft, encouraging sounds. Spurred on to the
point of impatience, Doumeki ran his hand down Watanuki�s body, insistently
pushing it past the hem of the smaller boy�s pants and wrapping around
Watanuki�s half-formed erection.

�Ah! Doumeki!�
Watanuki felt his face flush as a wave of heat overcame him, flooding his
senses with overwhelming stimulation and sending blood downwards. He
impulsively bucked up into Doumeki�s hand, hips jerking of their own accord,
and his eyes rolled back as Doumeki gave a light squeeze, teasing him.
Breathless pants and moans fell from his lips as Watanuki struggled with
reigning himself in, but it was difficult. No one else had ever gotten so far
with him before, and for some reason the fact that it was Doumeki was making
the whole experience heightened. With a low growl at Watanuki�s writhing,
Doumeki pulled back enough that he could pull the smaller boy�s pants the rest
of the way off, leaving Watanuki completely vulnerable and unclothed.

�Ah� Doumeki?� Watanuki
questioned, chest heaving as he looked embarrassedly down his body to see
Doumeki hovering over him. �Uh� are you� what exactly� um, I � �

Doumeki leaned forward,
effectively silencing the dark haired boy with a gentle kiss. Watanuki was
vaguely aware of some shifting taking place on Doumeki�s part, but didn�t think
much of it until the older male questioned him with a murmured. �Are you sure
you�re okay with this?�

�Uh� yeah.� Watanuki
mumbled back fuzzily, not knowing what exactly Doumeki was asking about until
the larger boy was lowering himself back down, once more covering Watanuki�s
body, but this time with a significantly sparser amount of clothing.

�Doumeki!� Watanuki
shouted, jumping nearly out of his skin as some of the blood that had been
rushing down to feed his arousal abruptly switched direction to flood into his
cheeks in embarrassment. �You� you�re� you�re not wearing anything!�

�Neither are you.� Doumeki
pointed out, nuzzling his face into Watanuki�s neck and sighing contentedly.

�Uh�� Watanuki spluttered
for another moment, breathing irregularly and frenzied in confusion before he
was able to calm down enough to make sense of things. It was like a bucket of
cold water had been dumped over their foggy state of arousal, and suddenly
everything was sharp and clear. Watanuki was feeling mortified at
Doumeki pressed so close, so intimately, because he could feel every
inch of the other�s skin, and knew Doumeki could feel the same. But� Doumeki didn�t
seem to be making a big deal of it, other than placing soothing kisses to the
smaller boys neck, running strong, comforting hands over Watanuki�s arms.
Settling down a little more, Watanuki tried to block out his nerves and
concentrate on the positive. Still squirming a little uneasily, he took note of
the strong plane of Doumeki�s stomach rising and falling gently over his own.
Their legs were a tangle of limbs, but somehow it felt nice, comfortable even,
and Watanuki relaxed further. Doumeki�s lips gently fluttered over Watanuki�s
neck, and Doumeki�s� Doumeki�s� Watanuki gulped. Doumeki�s lower anatomy
was pressing insistently right up against his own.

What should have caused the
biggest jolt of panic and nerves yet, surprisingly only sent warm washes of
pleasant sensation flowing through Watanuki�s senses. This intimate connection
felt really� nice. Taking a deep breath, he experimentally shifted his hips,
seeking more fascinating contact, and was surprised when Doumeki groaned low in
his throat, firmly pushing his hips back down into those of the smaller boy.
Watanuki gasped, electric shivers shaking his frame as an onslaught of sensory
feelings wreaked havoc on his body. When Doumeki pushed his hips back down,
Watanuki could feel every slick inch of the other�s arousal right up against
his own, and the feeling was intoxicating. A glazed sheen coming over his eyes,
Watanuki rocked back, urging Doumeki to continue.

And continue he did.
Meeting Watanuki�s curious and experimental thrusting with sure, calculated
downward pumps of his own, Doumeki set the pace, pleased when Watanuki began
responding with more enthused bucks and writhing of his own. Somehow in their
movements Doumeki was able to shift, sliding a leg in between Watanuki�s
thighs, spreading them and securely settling it in. With a gasp, Watanuki
tossed his head back at the pressure, more than he had ever experienced at
another�s doing before. Pushing his hips up, he sought more contact, more
pressure, more friction, and Doumeki was only too happy to provide. With a soft
grunt, Doumeki comfortably straddled one of Watanuki�s legs, still leaving his
own in it�s place between Watanuki�s, and rocked steadily into the boy�s hip.
Letting out a keening cry, Watanuki enthusiastically pushed back, sending them
into a quick, sloppy pace of pushing and thrusting, anything to get more
contact, more skin, more pleasure.

Watanuki soon came to
realize that for every laboured intake of breath, it was quickly let out again
with an embarrassing, shuddering, whimpering moan. Thankfully, Doumeki didn�t
seem to be in the mindset of making fun of him. In fact, Doumeki didn�t seem to
be in the mindset of anything other than loosing himself in the feeling of
their bodies fluidly rubbing and arching against eachother. Inspired, Watanuki
lifted and spread his legs a bit, trying to push things a little farther, just
to see if doing so would make things even better. The two of them fell into an
even deeper, fitted connection, and almost immediately Doumeki let out a low moan,
bucking into the leg of Watanuki�s that he was currently riding. Watanuki had
the decency to blush. Whoops. Hadn�t meant to do that.

�Watanuki� please�� Doumeki
panted with another slow grind, eyes closed tight as he hung his head about an
inch away from Watanuki�s. Short, damp strands of dark hair fell into his face,
and Doumeki looked just so lost in the moment that Watanuki felt himself
getting pulled in too.

�Yes�� Watanuki hissed
through clenched teeth as Doumeki�s hand snaked down to wrap around their
erections, running fingers along the slick flesh and teasingly ghosting over
the heads. Really, Watanuki had no idea what he was agreeing to, only that
whatever they had been doing so far had been extremely pleasurable, and
whatever else Doumeki could be planning must also run in that same vein.

�Thank you�� Watanuki could
vaguely head Doumeki whisper in response before placing a delicate kiss to the
smaller boy�s lips, and in fact the hushed reply had been so soft that Watanuki
wondered if it had even been spoken aloud at all, or if he had just imagined
it. In any case, he was soon disappointed to feel Doumeki�s hand leave their
arousals and his lips leave Watanuki�s mouth, only to be replaced by the
fingers of that hand being placed to the lips that had been being kissed a
moment before. �You�re going to have to suck on these��

Watanuki only had the
vaguest idea of what this was for, but he knew well enough not to question it
and cause awkwardness and embarrassment and spoil the mood. Opening his mouth,
he accepted the fingers, wrapping his lips and tongue around them and laving at
them. A indistinguishable, slightly bitter taste assaulted his taste buds, and
he belatedly realized where Doumeki�s hand had previously been, and what that
taste must be. It was almost enough for him to splutter in shock and
discontinue his task of covering the digits in saliva, but for some reason the
realization caused a tightening in his gut that was far from unpleasant.
Perhaps it was perverse, but for some reason that taste in his mouth, coming
from Doumeki�s fingers was just the slightest bit arousing.

Before long Doumeki pulled
his fingers away, a thin string of saliva connecting them to Watanuki�s parted
lips for a moment more before it broke. Doumeki�s lips were immediately
covering Watanuki�s once more, and Watanuki was almost distracted enough to not
register the saliva coated fingers sneaking down to an entirely different part
of his lower anatomy.

�Doumeki!� He gasped,
breaking away from the kiss abruptly and looking both shocked and a little
indignant. �What do you think you�re ��

�Shh�� Doumeki shushed,
placing another gentle kiss to Watanuki�s mouth, effectively silencing him. �I
promise to be careful.�

Lips flattening out into a
thin line, Watanuki nodded, still feeling a little tense at the goings on.
Doumeki lowered his head to place heated, open mouthed kisses and bites to
Watanuki�s neck, at the same time gently pressing forward with his saliva
coated fingers once again. Making a quiet, dissatisfied noise, Watanuki allowed
it, but not without a level of squirming in discomfort and embarrassment. But
Doumeki simply continued on, pressing a finger in all the way to the knuckle
before pulling out, massaging carefully and pushing back in. Watanuki scrunched
his eyes closed and allowed it, the discomfort not overbearing or actually
painful, but something he still didn�t enjoy. A minute later and another finger
joined the first, soon followed by a third, and Watanuki�s jaw hung open, head
thrown back as he grit his teeth at the uncomfortable stretching sensation. He
knew by now what this was preparation for, but he was still not entirely
comfortable with that knowledge, and as a result his body was tense, still
slightly unrelenting to Doumeki�s careful, dutiful preparations.

�Watanuki, relax�� Doumeki
murmured, panting breathily into the smaller boy�s shoulder.

�Easy for� you� to say.�
Watanuki gritted out, clenching a corner of the discarded comforter in his
fist. �It� it�s really weird.�

�It�ll get better if you
relax.� Doumeki told him, matter-of-fact attitude annoying Watanuki in the
slightest. Nevertheless, he attempted to relax his body as much as he could,
given the current situation, and found that it did indeed help matters.

Soon, Doumeki�s saliva
slicked fingers easily slid in and out of Watanuki�s body, the boy�s velvety
muscled walls stretched enough to accommodate the intended intrusion. Pulling
his fingers out, Doumeki reached back to grab a pillow, tucking it under the
small of Watanuki�s back to give some comfort and leverage. Feeling a strange
sense of emptiness at the loss of digits in his body, Watanuki cracked an eye
open just in time to see Doumeki spit in his palm. As the older male moved to
glide said lubricated hand over his throbbing erection, a brief moment of panic
gripped Watanuki, and his eyes went wide in fear before he clenched them closed
to block everything out.

Oh my God� ohmigawd, I�m
really doing this. Oh God, oh crap, this is never going to work, it�s going to
hurt and I�m going to break, and this is the stupidest situation I have ever
gotten myself into and why didn�t I just stay at home and SHIT Doumeki is never
going to fit and I should just leave right now before I let this happen and �

�Watanuki� are you
alright?� Watanuki looked up to see Doumeki hovering over him, looking very
disheveled and out of breath and� concerned. �Are you okay? Are you ready?�

�I�� Watanuki�s words got
stuck in his throat, unable to bring himself to say it, but for some reason� he
found himself nodding in affirmation.

Doumeki sighed in what
Watanuki could only assume was a relieved and contented manner. �This might
hurt a little�� He warned, lips brushing over Watanuki�s forehead as he spoke.
Watanuki only nodded again, throat feeling too constricted to coherently give a
verbal response. Doumeki closed his eyes, reaching down to grab his pulsing
member and guide it into place, gently nudging Watanuki�s entrance. Oh God,
oh God, ohgod� Watanuki�s mind supplied, slurring into overdrive as Doumeki
carefully pushed forward, easing himself partway in.

�Nnn�� Watanuki groaned in
discomfort and just a twinge of pain, the feeling of being stretched much more
pronounced than before. Luckily Doumeki had been dutiful and attentive in
preparing him, so the pain was at a minimum � a dull throb at most � but it
still felt very strange.

�You okay?� Doumeki gritted
out through clenched teeth, discontinuing his forward push. Watanuki opened his
eyes to see an almost pained expression on the older teens face, and for a
moment he wondered over it until he registered that it must have been very
difficult for Doumeki to hold himself back the way he was doing. Surely the
tight, hot, enveloping heat was something Doumeki wanted to just thrust into
for himself, but he was holding back. He was holding back for Watanuki�s sake.

�I� I�m okay.� Watanuki
told him, and as he said it he realized it was true. He was alright. In a
little discomfort, but otherwise alright. �Just� keep going.�

With a nod, Doumeki did
just that. Pushing in slowly until he was buried all the way to the base of his
member, Doumeki let out a shuddering breath, holding still while he waited for
Watanuki�s body to adjust to the intrusion. And Watanuki lay there, doing just
that. Talking heavy, laboured breaths, he tried to regulate his breathing,
adjusting to the pounding fullness he suddenly felt. His chest
constricted with the feeling, and he fidgeted slightly, trying to accustom
himself to the feeling of being completely filled. Apparently such movements
tested Doumeki�s resolve, however, if the pained expressions and twitch of hips
from him were any indication. Watanuki therefore ceased his fidgeting, laying
still for another minute until most of the pressure had subsided and he was
able to give Doumeki the go-ahead.

�Doumeki, it�s� I�m okay
now. You can go.�

Releasing a heavy sigh,
Doumeki kissed Watanuki reassuringly before slowly pulling back until he was
almost all the way out, and then giving a steady push forward again, not too
strong, but enough to leave Watanuki gasping. Being so suddenly pushed into
felt like having the wind knocked out of him, but most of the discomfort was
starting to edge way, leaving only that pleasurable pressure, and Watanuki was
anxious to get going. Nudging his hips forward as a sign for Doumeki to pick up
he pace, Watanuki prepared himself for the next oncoming thrust as Doumeki
pulled back again, his member dragging smoothly against Watanuki�s tight inner
walls as he backed out. And then the push came again, leaving Watanuki gasping.
Doumeki ran a hand into Watanuki�s hair, gently threading through the strands
and holding on reassuringly. As a slow rhythm built up, the heat began to pool
in Watanuki�s gut once again, and his body desired more friction.

Arching up, Watanuki pushed
his own leaking arousal into Doumeki�s toned stomach, relishing in the smooth
surface to thrust against. Doumeki growled, driving more forcefully into the
smaller boy as he latched onto his neck once again, clamping down onto a nap of
flesh and carefully worrying it. There was sure to be a mark left there
tomorrow, but at the moment Watanuki couldn�t bring himself to care. Spreading
his legs further apart and wrapping them around Doumeki�s hips, Watanuki rose
into another graceful arc, pushing up against Doumeki for all he was worth in
an effort to seek out more pleasurable resistance. Doumeki slipped further into
Watanuki with this slight adjustment in position, and a bundle of nerves was
grazed in the smaller boy that had him seeing flashes of white.

�Doumeki!�

Eager to relive that
contact, Watanuki fervently rubbed himself against Doumeki, pushing his hips
back into the older boys every forward thrust. That spot was struck again, and
Watanuki cried out, throwing his head back and letting whatever hair wasn�t in
Doumeki�s grasp splay out across the pillows. Doumeki growled at the wonton
display, fueled by it, and renewed the rocking of his hips with renewed vigour.
Attempting to reach between their bodies and grab hold of Watanuki�s straining
arousal, he found that their position didn�t comfortably allow for it and
instead settled on placing a hand at the small of Watanuki�s back, drawing them
even closer together, flush up against one another as he pounded into the lithe
body beneath his own.

�Dou� Doumeki, I�� Watanuki
managed to get out between gasps, but couldn�t manage any more than that.
However, his intent was clear � he was close. And for that Doumeki was glad,
because he was as well. Watanuki�s head was spinning, caught up in a whirlwind
of emotions and physical sensations, and he found himself getting lost in it,
his vision fading to a star-speckled haze. He could hear Doumeki quietly
huffing out his name with every thrust, and a heady feeling took him over at
hearing it. Doumeki was claiming him, making him owned, marking him, and
Watanuki wouldn�t have it any other way. Seemingly intent in seeing to it that
Watanuki finished first, Doumeki slid his hand down from the base of Watanuki�s
back, moving it to grab at his rear and heft the smaller boy�s body up into his
thrusts. Watanuki let out a keening cry as this forced an even deeper
connection, and when he heard a whispered �I love you� among the chants of his
name he came undone. Brilliant, white-hot sparks went off before his vision,
and he felt the tight coiling that had been building up in the pit of his gut
snap as he spilled himself between their sweat slicked stomachs, calling out
Doumeki�s name as he came.

Somewhere in his euphoric
state he heard Doumeki�s answering outcry, and he felt the older male release
into him, flooding him with warm wetness. It was a little sordid, the
realization of what and where it was, but that was overwritten by the fact that
it was Doumeki who had done it, who had filled and claimed him in the most
primal, physical way. A moment later and Doumeki was carefully collapsing on
top of him, even in his post-coital haze being mindful of the fact that he
didn�t want to smoosh the smaller boy with his greater weight. They simply lay
there for a few endless minutes, collecting themselves and reveling in the
afterglow, before Doumeki grunted, shifting them so that they lay facing
eachother as he pulled Watanuki into his arms.

�Are you okay?� he asked,
and Watanuki was too dazed to snap at him to stop asking that.� And really, it was kind of sweet. Endearing,
in a slightly annoying way.

�Nnhmm.� Watanuki murmured
back in affirmation, burying his face into Doumeki�s chest. He was tired, he
was little sore, he was most likely going to flip out in the morning, but for
now he was content to simply lay there in Doumeki�s arms and fuzzily drift in
and out of consciousness.

.x.X.x.

Watanuki wasn�t used to
waking up anywhere other than his own slightly lumpy, slightly cold, and very
empty bed. Therefore, to wake up feeling very not alone, very not cold, and
very� well, still a little lumpy, was something that momentarily threw him
completely out of whack. His muggy senses trying their best to catch up with
him as he woke, Watanuki blinked a few timed to get his bearings, slightly
confused when all he could see surrounding him was a mess of blankets and lots
and lots of bare skin.

Oh crap!

Trying to pull away and sit
up as last night�s events came flooding back to him, Watanuki found himself
unable to move more than an inch out of the hold Doumeki had on him, wrapped
into the stronger male�s arms and tangled in blankets. Okay then, he was just
going to have to do his thinking here. Doumeki slumbered on, unaware of
Watanuki�s wakefulness and impending mental breakdown, and Watanuki grew
slightly annoyed at the older male�s obliviousness. How was he supposed to have
a proper flip out if he felt too bad about waking up his slumbering partner?
How irritating.

Doumeki murmured something
in his sleep that sounded like Watanuki�s name, shifting slightly and pulling
the smaller boy closer to himself. Watanuki frowned as an embarrassed flush
overcame his cheeks. They were still both painfully obviously without clothing,
and Watanuki was feeling sore in placed he�d rather not think about. And it was
all this dumb oaf�s fault.

�Mmmn� Watanuki.�

The older boy shifted in
his sleep once again, pulling Watanuki closer still. Unless Watanuki was very
much mistaken, he was pretty sure he could feel the beginnings of a morning
erection forming, and Doumeki was drooling all over his pillow in his sleep.
Suddenly all traces of annoyance were wiped away, even if only for the moment,
and Watanuki smiled, thinking back to what that fortune teller woman had told
him that day in her shop. The vision of his future, of his fate, had been that
he would meet Himawari, and that through her he would find love. So�
apparently that just didn�t mean he would find love with her, like
Watanuki had always imagined it had meant. �But maybe�� Watanuki though,
smiling as he curled up into Doumeki�s hold �Maybe she was still right. I
guess I just wasn�t opening my eyes enough to see what was right in front of my
face all along.�

Sighing contentedly as
Doumeki gave a light snore, Watanuki closed his eyes. He might not go so far as
to call it love, but because of his misplaced affections in Himawari he had
found� something. And for now, that was enough.

Hindsight is always 20/20,
Watanuki mused. And it seems like every time it leaves you wondering
why you didn�t see it coming all along.

The End
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