Best-Laid Plans [Oneshot]
Title: Best-Laid Plans
Originally Published: June 15, 2006
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,915
Summary: It's Doumeki's birthday, and he has huge plans to make it the best one to date.
Disclaimer: xxxHolic characters and respective silent/loud personas do not belong to me.
Warnings: Seeeeeeeexxxxxxx. And flaily Watanuki.
A/N: Originally posted here. (Bleh I used rich text for this too.) This was supposed to be my first attempt at writing porn, only I totally couldn't do it and had to get joshua_glass to bail me out. Thank god she has so much experience with smut! ♥ Also, hey, it's the couple in this comm's icon!
Doumeki Shizuka was on a mission.
He may have been walking down the street whistling, but he was on a mission nonetheless.
Those who knew Doumeki, and even those that didn’t, would recognize that walking down the street whistling was…unusual, to say the least, for the stoic and no-nonsense youth. But those people didn’t know that Doumeki was on a mission.
And oh, what a delightful mission it was; Doumeki might have felt sorry for those people if he could have been bothered to spare them a thought. As it was, he was too busy going over his battle plans to do anything of the sort.
‘Today,’ he thought to himself, his generally disinterested eyes gaining a faint glimmer of determination, ‘Today’s the day it all ends. No more games, no more avoiding the issue. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to learn to like it.’
Today was, indeed, special. Today was March third, and Doumeki Shizuka’s eighteenth birthday. Today also happened to be Tuesday. Not that that was anything special - just something that registered in the back of Doumeki’s mind as the day Watanuki usually added a dessert to the bentou he was still making every day for the archer.
But what was most important about this day was that this morning, Doumeki had made a decision: Today he would claim Watanuki.
In every way imaginable.
And Doumeki was imagining it - hence the whistling. An image of Watanuki writhing beneath him forced him to stop the cheerful tune, however, as his lips froze into a wicked smirk. As he walked through the school gates, early and alone so as to avoid letting the object of his desires get an idea of what was in store for him later, a few of the lower classmen with weaker constitutions fled at the sight of it.
Doumeki didn’t notice.
===+===
“Oi.”
“How many times have I told you my name is not ‘Oi’?! And don’t take that tone with me! You’ve got some nerve showing up just in time for lunch! Where the hell have you been all day?”
“It’s a school day. Where else would I have been but here?”
“Like I’m supposed to understand the way your warped brain works!”
“What’s for lunch?”
“YOU DON’T GET ANY!”
Doumeki failed to suppress the amused smirk at his exchange with Watanuki. As familiar as this kind of conversation had become, he couldn’t wait to be able to shut the other boy up the way he knew they both wanted.
Watanuki, meanwhile, was observing the look with a dubious one of his own. “What’s that look for, anyway? And quit standing there like a fencepost when I’m already sitting. You could at least show a little gratitude if you can’t be polite! If you don’t eat this bentou I won’t bother making them anymore!”
Doumeki let Watanuki blow off steam while he made quick work of his bentou, which was delicious as always. Thoughts of more interesting ways he could be eating Watanuki’s food (licking remnants off Watanuki’s lips and fingers, eating off of Watanuki’s stomach…) were interrupted by the flailing boy’s face suddenly shoving itself into Doumeki’s with a glare.
“Earth to Doumeki; you’ve been in space for the last five minutes. Tell me, what’s it like in zero gravity?”
“Kind of like how I imagined the inside of your skull - a big black vacuum of nothingness.”
And just like that, things were back to normal, with Watanuki raving at 93.5 decibels and Doumeki safely plugging his ears against the onslaught.
===+===
The school bells chimed their familiar tune, signaling the end of lunch.
“Oi.”
“AGAIN! Why do I have to keep telling you--”
“Do you have to work this evening?”
“I--what? No, Yuuko-san said I had the day off.”
‘Of course she did,’ Doumeki thought to himself. ‘I asked her for it, after all.’
“Not that it’s any business of yours,” Watanuki continued as though he hadn’t given the information freely just moments ago. “Why?”
“Meet me at the front gates after school then. I have to cancel practice today.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“I might be a little late, because I have to tell the rest of the team a few things first,” Doumeki said, turning around and starting to walk to his next class.
“Don’t ignore me! Why should I do what you want?” Watanuki yelled as his back.
“You forgot the dessert today,” Doumeki called back. “You owe me another one.” And with that, he disappeared around the corner, leaving an incensed Watanuki in his wake.
“That jerk! Thinking he can boss me around like I’m some kind of pet of his that will just obey! He has to be the rudest, most disagreeable good-for-nothing in this school! Maybe in all of Japan! A GIANT JERK, that’s all he is…!”
===+===
Doumeki wasn’t surprised to find Watanuki actually waiting for him at the front gate. For all his pomp and hot air, Watanuki always ended up doing what Doumeki asked of him. He was pleased.
“Finally!” Watanuki greeted, flaring up at the sight of him. “I’ve been here for almost twenty minutes! What took you so long?”
“I told you, I had to talk to the team,” Doumeki replied, finally coming to a stop in front of the other boy. “Did you miss me that much?”
Watanuki spluttered. “Did I WHAT? Who would miss YOU?!”
Doumeki looked up at the trees surrounding them, tuning out Watanuki’s coming tirade. He sighed inwardly; there were so many better things Watanuki could be screaming from than what had become their ritualistic arguments. And at that thought, he suddenly turned towards the sidewalk and began walking away. “Come on,” he said plainly.
Watanuki’s verse on propriety in modern society and Doumeki’s subsequent lack of it was cut off mid-sentence, and he hurried to catch up. “Don’t just walk away in the middle of a conversation!”
“Sorry, I wanted to get going sometime this week.”
“Just what are you implying?! That I don’t know when to shut up?!”
“You said it, not me.”
“…! Why you--! You JERK!”
===+===
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“…”
“Hey, I said where are we going?”
“…”
“HEY! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
“Shut up. You’re too noisy.”
“Don’t tell me to shut--”
Fortunately, Watanuki was silenced by Doumeki’s hand suddenly clamping itself over his mouth. “Shut up,” Doumeki reiterated. “We’re trespassing on private property right now, idiot. Yell a little louder if you want us to spend the night in jail.”
Watanuki’s eyes were wide behind his glasses, but comprehension gleamed in them. He gave a curt nod, and Doumeki released his mouth. They continued on in silence, Doumeki leading the way with an unmistakable grin. Of course Watanuki would have no clue that the park they were traversing through had belonged to the Doumeki family for three generations; it was private property, but it was his private property. And if a slight omission of the truth could allow him to enjoy a moment of silence, he didn’t see any reason to elaborate.
Of course, Watanuki being Watanuki, it was a short moment of silence.
“You could still tell me where we’re going,” he whispered fiercely.
“You could still be quiet and see when we get there,” the archer retorted, unfazed.
“Hmph!” Watanuki pointedly looked away, crossing his arms as they walked. He continued to mutter under his breath for the rest of their journey, which, thankfully, only lasted another two minutes. Doumeki stopped suddenly, causing the distracted boy following along to slam into him from behind.
“We’re here,” Doumeki announced.
“Hey, watch where you’re going! Ow my nose…”
“You were the one who bumped into me.”
“Shut up! You know what I meant.” The bespectacled boy finally took a look at his new surroundings and froze. “W-wow…its beautiful here!” he said before he could stop himself.
And it was; the first early buds and blossoms of the coming spring popped out cheerfully from the trees, and brightly colored flowers littered the soft grasses underfoot. The weakening rays of sunlight poured down through the branches above, bathing everything in a gentle light.
Doumeki took in none of it. Instead, he opted to watch Watanuki’s eyes lighting up at the scenery, and various other parts of the boy’s anatomy as he moved around the clearing in the park. Then he remembered why they were both there, and glanced further up ahead. A small cottage was nestled at the very edge of the clearing, half-hidden by low overhanging branches of the nearby trees. This had been his destination all along, and when his sharp golden eyes caught sight of his target he zeroed in, dragging the clueless boy with him.
“Uh? Hey, what are--let go of me, I can walk!” Watanuki squawked indignantly.
“It’s this way,” Doumeki said gruffly, his patience wearing thin with his goal in sight.
“What is? Do you ever plan on telling me what’s going on? Hey!”
But Doumeki only dragged the struggling boy over the threshold of the little house, slamming the door shut behind them. Before Watanuki could make a sound of protest, Doumeki whipped him around until he was pressed against the door, hands clamped to his shoulders and their faces mere inches apart. Blue eyes widened behind their glasses, the boy’s breath hitching.
Doumeki stared into Watanuki’s eyes without blinking for what seemed an eternity, his breath ghosting over the shorter boy’s lips. Watanuki seemed almost afraid to move; the observation drove Doumeki to finally speak. “What’s wrong?”
Watanuki’s eyebrow twitched slightly. “What…what’s wrong? How can you ask me that? You’ve got me…pinned to the wall!”
“The door, actually,” Doumeki deadpanned, still holding the other boy’s eyes captive with his own. “And you don’t seem to be struggling.”
“I-- that is-- well if you’d--”
“Watanuki.” Doumeki silenced him with a look. “Years, Watanuki; it’s been years.”
Watanuki finally broke eye contact, looking down at Doumeki’s black uniform-clad chest. Silenced reigned between them.
Doumeki finally loosened his grip on one of Watanuki’s shoulders, bringing one hand to cup the boy’s face. “We’ve been dancing around the issue for long enough. If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be here; you wouldn’t be letting me do this.”
And suddenly Doumeki closed the distance between their lips in a searing kiss that spoke of long-suppressed desire and yearning, in which they were both quickly lost. When one of them finally remembered to come up for air, the room was filled with only their quiet gasps as they attempted to regain their breath.
Doumeki’s grip had long since gone lax, and Watanuki was now leaning against the door for support. A moment of stillness passed.
“Watanuki,” Doumeki said quietly. “Kimihiro…”
The boy’s eyes came up at the sound of his given name coming from Doumeki’s lips, and was once again transfixed by the golden stare that was waiting for him.
“Say you want this,” Doumeki said, a hint of desperation bleeding into his serious tone. This was it; this was why he had brought Watanuki here. It was now or never. “If you can look me in the eyes right now and say you don’t…I will believe you, and I will walk away.”
Almost before his last words had slipped past his lips, Watanuki sprung forward and gripped Doumeki’s arms as tightly as he could. “I-- I want this,” he whispered roughly. “I want…I want you, Do--Shizuka.” The unspoken meaning behind his words was crystal clear to the other boy: Don’t leave me.
Doumeki leaned in again, sliding his hands down Watanuki’s arms. “Good,” he breathed into his ear, before setting his teeth to nipping at the lobe. Watanuki drew in a quick breath at the foreign touch, and let it out as a soft gasp as Doumeki began nibbling his way along Watanuki’s jaw line. Their eyes met in one smoldering moment before the archer took the shorter boy’s lips in another bruising kiss, pressing him harder against the door.
Watanuki let out a tiny squeak of surprise that was quickly swallowed by Doumeki’s eager mouth. It took surprisingly little coaxing from the golden-eyed boy before Watanuki was responding with unbridled enthusiasm. Slim hands tugged and pawed frantically at tight clothing, causing small groans to escape Doumeki’s mouth as fingers brushed over sensitive areas.
“Kimihiro…” He bit out breathlessly before grabbing Watanuki’s wrists and pressing them tight against the door of the cabin once more.
Watanuki wriggled, trying to press closer to Doumeki with his hands trapped. Lifting his right leg, he looped his ankle around the other boy’s leg and tugged him closer, rolling his hips with a slight whine on his lips. “Stop teasing…”
Doumeki’s eyes crossed slightly at the wanton look on Watanuki’s face, coupled with the barely banked look of desire on his face. If he had had any doubts that the other boy was interested, they were banished in those few moments as Watanuki continued to strain against Doumeki, fighting to be free of the taller youth’s grip.
With a quick movement, Doumeki pulled Watanuki away from the door and lifted him off the ground, tossing him across the space of the tiny cabin to land with a bounce on an ancient futon. Dust puffed up around Watanuki and he waved his arms to brush away the musty smelling plumes.
Before he could recover his breath to squawk in protest at his treatment, he was pressed back into the thin mattress by Doumeki’s solid weight. Air whooshed from his lungs in surprise, and Doumeki pressed his advantage, sliding sure hands under the prone boy’s shirt to glide up soft skin beneath.
By the time Watanuki gained the air to speak, his mind was too incoherent from the pleasure to be found underneath the other boy’s deft fingertips to form any angry words.
“Shi-ahhh-Shizukaaaaaah!” His voice rose in a plaintive wail as Doumeki licked a teasing path from one nipple to the hollow of his belly button, biting mischievously. Watanuki wasn’t sure when he had lost his shirt, but he had to applaud the boy for his covert clothing removal skills. Not that it was hard to slip things past him right now - a whole herd of angry spirits could have gone stomping past and he was sure that he wouldn’t even notice.
The smallest of what might be termed a smile turned the edges of Doumeki’s lips upward as he continued to divest the smaller boy of his clothing. He could feel Watanuki’s restless hands plucking at the shirt and pants he still wore, but he made no move to do away with them, instead choosing to continue licking a path down Watanuki’s bare skin.
Encouraged by the mewling noises the other boy made, he paid extra attention to a small spot on his hipbone, and the soft skin of his inner thighs.
“Shizu--”-a soft catch of breath-“--ka…” Watanuki writhed shamelessly on the futon, his abundant energy ever present as Doumeki’s mouth nipped and laved at sensitive skin. He was so focused on that hot mouth that he almost missed when a slick finger nudged gently at his opening. Even in a haze of bliss though, his lower body tensed, denying it entrance.
“Kimihiro…” Doumeki mouthed softly against sweat-slicked skin, “Trust me?” He would stop now if that’s what the other boy really wanted.
Slowly Watanuki relaxed, allowing the tip of Doumeki’s finger to penetrate slowly while Doumeki’s mouth continued to distract him. The sensation of being entered was odd, but it was hard to concentrate on that while the golden-eyed boy’s hot breath ghosted over hypersensitive skin.
A whine rose in the back of his throat and his hands tugged at Doumeki’s hair, mussing it from it’s normally pristine state as Doumeki’s tongue slid slowly along the underside of his cock. The sensation seemed to burn along every nerve ending so that he failed to notice the second finger that joined the first inside his body.
Doumeki watched Watanuki from beneath heavy-lidded eyes as he slowly worked two fingers inside his tight passage, brushing lightly against the nub of his prostate and smiling like the cat that ate the canary when Watanuki’s back practically arched off the futon.
“Again!” He moaned, doing his best to press down on Doumeki’s fingers. “That spot, again…” He blinked in confusion as the ecstasy receded and Doumeki’s fingers were sliding from his body. “Wha-oooh..” His eyes rolled back and the lids slipped closed as the archer - having at some point managed to undo his own trousers and push them down, along with his underwear - slid his own hard erection in to take over where his fingers had left.
Watanuki bit down hard on his lower lip as Doumeki pressed in slowly. The slight burning was uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything for fear the other boy would stop all-together. When he felt Doumeki pause, his eyes fluttered open to see the larger boy staring at him intently.
“What?” He scowled. “You can’t just stop.” He knew he was whining, but figured Doumeki would take it as par for the course anyway.
“It’s hurting you.” Doumeki said, blunt as always. Shifting his weight so he could balance on one hand, he moved the other to grip Watanuki’s length lightly, dragging his thumb over the tip and causing pleasure to ripple up the boy’s spine.
“I…” he paused to catch his breath when that teasing thumb moved again, “I’m all right.”
Doumeki frowned slightly but continued to distract the supine boy with his hand as he slid all the way in.
When they were finally pressed tight against each other, Doumeki leaned down to drag his lips lightly across Watanuki’s, only to have the blue-eyed boy grip the back of his neck and force him into a harder kiss. As their tongues battled fiercely for dominance, Doumeki moved slowly, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort from Watanuki.
Instead of those, though, as he moved he was almost immediately swamped by a deluge of emotions. It took him several moments to realize that not only was it the sensation of moving inside Watanuki, but he could feel Watanuki feeling him move inside. His head swam with the euphoric overload as his body tried to process the double sensations.
He had known that by sharing their eyesight they sometimes got glimpses of the other’s feelings and surroundings, but never before had it been like this. It took all his training to keep his body in check when all he wanted to do was fuck the other boy into oblivion.
From the way that Watanuki was moaning and rolling his hips into each slow thrust, he was also feeling the dual sensations. His eyes had long since closed and he had wrapped his long legs around Doumeki’s hips, urging the older boy to move faster and harder.
“Shizuka!” Watanuki exhaled his name breathily as he undulated beneath him, “Stop holding back.” His voice was thick with lust, and he couldn’t have opened his eyes if he tried. For once his tone was not shrill or loud, and his movements were tight and controlled. All his nerves were screaming and he could feel it building at the base of his spine.
Doumeki practically felt his brain blank out at the sound of that breathy voice. Catching Watanuki’s lips with his, he moved his body faster, barely registering the slide of the futon across the dusty floor as his tongue twined with Watanuki’s. With every deep thrust and shallow slide out, he felt Watanuki’s breath catch in hiccoughing little sobs that he exhaled into Doumeki’s mouth as they kissed.
Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, with Doumeki a few seconds behind, having been engulfed in Watanuki’s own. It was a loop of pleasure, each of them causing the other to react. Doumeki was sure he blacked out, because the next thing he knew, Watanuki was squirming beneath him.
As the words the other boy spoke finally reached his brain, it was almost enough to make him laugh.
“Dammit you stupid oaf, you’re squashing me! Shizuka! Are you even listening to me?! I think you broke something, and your zipper is pointy! Why the hell didn’t you get undressed you idio-mmph!”
His words were cut off as Doumeki kissed him soundly, a method he found worked quite well in shutting him up. By the time they parted, Watanuki couldn’t quite recall what he had been complaining about. Which had been Doumeki’s plan. After all, it was hardly a hardship to kiss Watanuki, and it did keep him quiet.
“Shut up, spaz. You’re ruining the moment.” He added before nibbling the soft skin under Watanuki’s ear, sure to leave a mark. A territorial smirk graced his face for a moment before his eyes drooped shut and he rested his chin on Watanuki’s shoulder. “And you still owe me a dessert,” he muttered. “Of all days to forget the dessert, why you pick my birthday is beyond me.”
He was surprised to find his lover silent at the little jab, and he opened his eyes to look into the other boy’s face. He raised a brow at the embarrassed flush that colored Watanuki’s cheeks.
“That’s…” the blue-eyed boy trailed off, mumbling.
“Hmm?” Doumeki intoned, crawling his way higher up Watanuki’s body. His blush deepened.
“I said…that’s because I…m-made you a cake,” he said, not meeting Doumeki’s eyes.
The archer blinked. “You made me a cake,” he repeated.
Watanuki nodded.
“And where is it, then?”
“…At my apartment.”
Doumeki stared silently at the boy beneath him. “At your apartment?”
Watanuki nodded again.
“You didn’t bring it to school?”
A headshake.
Suddenly an unmistakably predatory smirk crossed Doumeki’s face. “You were going to invite me over after school. You had a little plan of your own, didn’t you?”
Watanuki gritted his teeth and shoved Doumeki off his chest half-heartedly. “S-shut up! Excuse me for trying to do something for you on your birthday - or maybe you’d rather go to the girl’s festival!” He fumbled around for his glasses, unsure of when they had slipped off his face.
Doumeki sighed and reached across Watanuki’s now-folded legs, grasping the thin frames and slipping them gently onto the boy’s face. After a muttered thanks for his trouble, the archer stood up, pulling his lover to his feet with him. “Come on, get dressed. If we leave now we won’t have to go walking around in the dark.” He made quick work of his own clothes, seeing as he hadn’t actually lost any of them.
Watanuki huffed as he set about collecting his errant garments. “Where are we going now? Don’t you allow any time for rest, or are you trying to kill me?”
“We’re going to your apartment.”
A choked sound escaped Watanuki’s lips. “W-we are?”
“Of course. I had planned on us spending the rest of the night or week here, but we can’t let your plan for seduction go to waste.”
Watanuki blushed, pulling his pants on and fumbling with his belt.
“And I want my cake.”
“…Leave it to you to think more with your stomach than anything else.”
“Don’t get jealous,” Doumeki said evenly, stalking deftly up to his lover and kissing him tantalizingly. “You’re still my favourite treat.”
Originally Published: June 15, 2006
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,915
Summary: It's Doumeki's birthday, and he has huge plans to make it the best one to date.
Disclaimer: xxxHolic characters and respective silent/loud personas do not belong to me.
Warnings: Seeeeeeeexxxxxxx. And flaily Watanuki.
A/N: Originally posted here. (Bleh I used rich text for this too.) This was supposed to be my first attempt at writing porn, only I totally couldn't do it and had to get joshua_glass to bail me out. Thank god she has so much experience with smut! ♥ Also, hey, it's the couple in this comm's icon!
Doumeki Shizuka was on a mission.
He may have been walking down the street whistling, but he was on a mission nonetheless.
Those who knew Doumeki, and even those that didn’t, would recognize that walking down the street whistling was…unusual, to say the least, for the stoic and no-nonsense youth. But those people didn’t know that Doumeki was on a mission.
And oh, what a delightful mission it was; Doumeki might have felt sorry for those people if he could have been bothered to spare them a thought. As it was, he was too busy going over his battle plans to do anything of the sort.
‘Today,’ he thought to himself, his generally disinterested eyes gaining a faint glimmer of determination, ‘Today’s the day it all ends. No more games, no more avoiding the issue. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to learn to like it.’
Today was, indeed, special. Today was March third, and Doumeki Shizuka’s eighteenth birthday. Today also happened to be Tuesday. Not that that was anything special - just something that registered in the back of Doumeki’s mind as the day Watanuki usually added a dessert to the bentou he was still making every day for the archer.
But what was most important about this day was that this morning, Doumeki had made a decision: Today he would claim Watanuki.
In every way imaginable.
And Doumeki was imagining it - hence the whistling. An image of Watanuki writhing beneath him forced him to stop the cheerful tune, however, as his lips froze into a wicked smirk. As he walked through the school gates, early and alone so as to avoid letting the object of his desires get an idea of what was in store for him later, a few of the lower classmen with weaker constitutions fled at the sight of it.
Doumeki didn’t notice.
===+===
“Oi.”
“How many times have I told you my name is not ‘Oi’?! And don’t take that tone with me! You’ve got some nerve showing up just in time for lunch! Where the hell have you been all day?”
“It’s a school day. Where else would I have been but here?”
“Like I’m supposed to understand the way your warped brain works!”
“What’s for lunch?”
“YOU DON’T GET ANY!”
Doumeki failed to suppress the amused smirk at his exchange with Watanuki. As familiar as this kind of conversation had become, he couldn’t wait to be able to shut the other boy up the way he knew they both wanted.
Watanuki, meanwhile, was observing the look with a dubious one of his own. “What’s that look for, anyway? And quit standing there like a fencepost when I’m already sitting. You could at least show a little gratitude if you can’t be polite! If you don’t eat this bentou I won’t bother making them anymore!”
Doumeki let Watanuki blow off steam while he made quick work of his bentou, which was delicious as always. Thoughts of more interesting ways he could be eating Watanuki’s food (licking remnants off Watanuki’s lips and fingers, eating off of Watanuki’s stomach…) were interrupted by the flailing boy’s face suddenly shoving itself into Doumeki’s with a glare.
“Earth to Doumeki; you’ve been in space for the last five minutes. Tell me, what’s it like in zero gravity?”
“Kind of like how I imagined the inside of your skull - a big black vacuum of nothingness.”
And just like that, things were back to normal, with Watanuki raving at 93.5 decibels and Doumeki safely plugging his ears against the onslaught.
===+===
The school bells chimed their familiar tune, signaling the end of lunch.
“Oi.”
“AGAIN! Why do I have to keep telling you--”
“Do you have to work this evening?”
“I--what? No, Yuuko-san said I had the day off.”
‘Of course she did,’ Doumeki thought to himself. ‘I asked her for it, after all.’
“Not that it’s any business of yours,” Watanuki continued as though he hadn’t given the information freely just moments ago. “Why?”
“Meet me at the front gates after school then. I have to cancel practice today.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“I might be a little late, because I have to tell the rest of the team a few things first,” Doumeki said, turning around and starting to walk to his next class.
“Don’t ignore me! Why should I do what you want?” Watanuki yelled as his back.
“You forgot the dessert today,” Doumeki called back. “You owe me another one.” And with that, he disappeared around the corner, leaving an incensed Watanuki in his wake.
“That jerk! Thinking he can boss me around like I’m some kind of pet of his that will just obey! He has to be the rudest, most disagreeable good-for-nothing in this school! Maybe in all of Japan! A GIANT JERK, that’s all he is…!”
===+===
Doumeki wasn’t surprised to find Watanuki actually waiting for him at the front gate. For all his pomp and hot air, Watanuki always ended up doing what Doumeki asked of him. He was pleased.
“Finally!” Watanuki greeted, flaring up at the sight of him. “I’ve been here for almost twenty minutes! What took you so long?”
“I told you, I had to talk to the team,” Doumeki replied, finally coming to a stop in front of the other boy. “Did you miss me that much?”
Watanuki spluttered. “Did I WHAT? Who would miss YOU?!”
Doumeki looked up at the trees surrounding them, tuning out Watanuki’s coming tirade. He sighed inwardly; there were so many better things Watanuki could be screaming from than what had become their ritualistic arguments. And at that thought, he suddenly turned towards the sidewalk and began walking away. “Come on,” he said plainly.
Watanuki’s verse on propriety in modern society and Doumeki’s subsequent lack of it was cut off mid-sentence, and he hurried to catch up. “Don’t just walk away in the middle of a conversation!”
“Sorry, I wanted to get going sometime this week.”
“Just what are you implying?! That I don’t know when to shut up?!”
“You said it, not me.”
“…! Why you--! You JERK!”
===+===
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“…”
“Hey, I said where are we going?”
“…”
“HEY! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
“Shut up. You’re too noisy.”
“Don’t tell me to shut--”
Fortunately, Watanuki was silenced by Doumeki’s hand suddenly clamping itself over his mouth. “Shut up,” Doumeki reiterated. “We’re trespassing on private property right now, idiot. Yell a little louder if you want us to spend the night in jail.”
Watanuki’s eyes were wide behind his glasses, but comprehension gleamed in them. He gave a curt nod, and Doumeki released his mouth. They continued on in silence, Doumeki leading the way with an unmistakable grin. Of course Watanuki would have no clue that the park they were traversing through had belonged to the Doumeki family for three generations; it was private property, but it was his private property. And if a slight omission of the truth could allow him to enjoy a moment of silence, he didn’t see any reason to elaborate.
Of course, Watanuki being Watanuki, it was a short moment of silence.
“You could still tell me where we’re going,” he whispered fiercely.
“You could still be quiet and see when we get there,” the archer retorted, unfazed.
“Hmph!” Watanuki pointedly looked away, crossing his arms as they walked. He continued to mutter under his breath for the rest of their journey, which, thankfully, only lasted another two minutes. Doumeki stopped suddenly, causing the distracted boy following along to slam into him from behind.
“We’re here,” Doumeki announced.
“Hey, watch where you’re going! Ow my nose…”
“You were the one who bumped into me.”
“Shut up! You know what I meant.” The bespectacled boy finally took a look at his new surroundings and froze. “W-wow…its beautiful here!” he said before he could stop himself.
And it was; the first early buds and blossoms of the coming spring popped out cheerfully from the trees, and brightly colored flowers littered the soft grasses underfoot. The weakening rays of sunlight poured down through the branches above, bathing everything in a gentle light.
Doumeki took in none of it. Instead, he opted to watch Watanuki’s eyes lighting up at the scenery, and various other parts of the boy’s anatomy as he moved around the clearing in the park. Then he remembered why they were both there, and glanced further up ahead. A small cottage was nestled at the very edge of the clearing, half-hidden by low overhanging branches of the nearby trees. This had been his destination all along, and when his sharp golden eyes caught sight of his target he zeroed in, dragging the clueless boy with him.
“Uh? Hey, what are--let go of me, I can walk!” Watanuki squawked indignantly.
“It’s this way,” Doumeki said gruffly, his patience wearing thin with his goal in sight.
“What is? Do you ever plan on telling me what’s going on? Hey!”
But Doumeki only dragged the struggling boy over the threshold of the little house, slamming the door shut behind them. Before Watanuki could make a sound of protest, Doumeki whipped him around until he was pressed against the door, hands clamped to his shoulders and their faces mere inches apart. Blue eyes widened behind their glasses, the boy’s breath hitching.
Doumeki stared into Watanuki’s eyes without blinking for what seemed an eternity, his breath ghosting over the shorter boy’s lips. Watanuki seemed almost afraid to move; the observation drove Doumeki to finally speak. “What’s wrong?”
Watanuki’s eyebrow twitched slightly. “What…what’s wrong? How can you ask me that? You’ve got me…pinned to the wall!”
“The door, actually,” Doumeki deadpanned, still holding the other boy’s eyes captive with his own. “And you don’t seem to be struggling.”
“I-- that is-- well if you’d--”
“Watanuki.” Doumeki silenced him with a look. “Years, Watanuki; it’s been years.”
Watanuki finally broke eye contact, looking down at Doumeki’s black uniform-clad chest. Silenced reigned between them.
Doumeki finally loosened his grip on one of Watanuki’s shoulders, bringing one hand to cup the boy’s face. “We’ve been dancing around the issue for long enough. If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be here; you wouldn’t be letting me do this.”
And suddenly Doumeki closed the distance between their lips in a searing kiss that spoke of long-suppressed desire and yearning, in which they were both quickly lost. When one of them finally remembered to come up for air, the room was filled with only their quiet gasps as they attempted to regain their breath.
Doumeki’s grip had long since gone lax, and Watanuki was now leaning against the door for support. A moment of stillness passed.
“Watanuki,” Doumeki said quietly. “Kimihiro…”
The boy’s eyes came up at the sound of his given name coming from Doumeki’s lips, and was once again transfixed by the golden stare that was waiting for him.
“Say you want this,” Doumeki said, a hint of desperation bleeding into his serious tone. This was it; this was why he had brought Watanuki here. It was now or never. “If you can look me in the eyes right now and say you don’t…I will believe you, and I will walk away.”
Almost before his last words had slipped past his lips, Watanuki sprung forward and gripped Doumeki’s arms as tightly as he could. “I-- I want this,” he whispered roughly. “I want…I want you, Do--Shizuka.” The unspoken meaning behind his words was crystal clear to the other boy: Don’t leave me.
Doumeki leaned in again, sliding his hands down Watanuki’s arms. “Good,” he breathed into his ear, before setting his teeth to nipping at the lobe. Watanuki drew in a quick breath at the foreign touch, and let it out as a soft gasp as Doumeki began nibbling his way along Watanuki’s jaw line. Their eyes met in one smoldering moment before the archer took the shorter boy’s lips in another bruising kiss, pressing him harder against the door.
Watanuki let out a tiny squeak of surprise that was quickly swallowed by Doumeki’s eager mouth. It took surprisingly little coaxing from the golden-eyed boy before Watanuki was responding with unbridled enthusiasm. Slim hands tugged and pawed frantically at tight clothing, causing small groans to escape Doumeki’s mouth as fingers brushed over sensitive areas.
“Kimihiro…” He bit out breathlessly before grabbing Watanuki’s wrists and pressing them tight against the door of the cabin once more.
Watanuki wriggled, trying to press closer to Doumeki with his hands trapped. Lifting his right leg, he looped his ankle around the other boy’s leg and tugged him closer, rolling his hips with a slight whine on his lips. “Stop teasing…”
Doumeki’s eyes crossed slightly at the wanton look on Watanuki’s face, coupled with the barely banked look of desire on his face. If he had had any doubts that the other boy was interested, they were banished in those few moments as Watanuki continued to strain against Doumeki, fighting to be free of the taller youth’s grip.
With a quick movement, Doumeki pulled Watanuki away from the door and lifted him off the ground, tossing him across the space of the tiny cabin to land with a bounce on an ancient futon. Dust puffed up around Watanuki and he waved his arms to brush away the musty smelling plumes.
Before he could recover his breath to squawk in protest at his treatment, he was pressed back into the thin mattress by Doumeki’s solid weight. Air whooshed from his lungs in surprise, and Doumeki pressed his advantage, sliding sure hands under the prone boy’s shirt to glide up soft skin beneath.
By the time Watanuki gained the air to speak, his mind was too incoherent from the pleasure to be found underneath the other boy’s deft fingertips to form any angry words.
“Shi-ahhh-Shizukaaaaaah!” His voice rose in a plaintive wail as Doumeki licked a teasing path from one nipple to the hollow of his belly button, biting mischievously. Watanuki wasn’t sure when he had lost his shirt, but he had to applaud the boy for his covert clothing removal skills. Not that it was hard to slip things past him right now - a whole herd of angry spirits could have gone stomping past and he was sure that he wouldn’t even notice.
The smallest of what might be termed a smile turned the edges of Doumeki’s lips upward as he continued to divest the smaller boy of his clothing. He could feel Watanuki’s restless hands plucking at the shirt and pants he still wore, but he made no move to do away with them, instead choosing to continue licking a path down Watanuki’s bare skin.
Encouraged by the mewling noises the other boy made, he paid extra attention to a small spot on his hipbone, and the soft skin of his inner thighs.
“Shizu--”-a soft catch of breath-“--ka…” Watanuki writhed shamelessly on the futon, his abundant energy ever present as Doumeki’s mouth nipped and laved at sensitive skin. He was so focused on that hot mouth that he almost missed when a slick finger nudged gently at his opening. Even in a haze of bliss though, his lower body tensed, denying it entrance.
“Kimihiro…” Doumeki mouthed softly against sweat-slicked skin, “Trust me?” He would stop now if that’s what the other boy really wanted.
Slowly Watanuki relaxed, allowing the tip of Doumeki’s finger to penetrate slowly while Doumeki’s mouth continued to distract him. The sensation of being entered was odd, but it was hard to concentrate on that while the golden-eyed boy’s hot breath ghosted over hypersensitive skin.
A whine rose in the back of his throat and his hands tugged at Doumeki’s hair, mussing it from it’s normally pristine state as Doumeki’s tongue slid slowly along the underside of his cock. The sensation seemed to burn along every nerve ending so that he failed to notice the second finger that joined the first inside his body.
Doumeki watched Watanuki from beneath heavy-lidded eyes as he slowly worked two fingers inside his tight passage, brushing lightly against the nub of his prostate and smiling like the cat that ate the canary when Watanuki’s back practically arched off the futon.
“Again!” He moaned, doing his best to press down on Doumeki’s fingers. “That spot, again…” He blinked in confusion as the ecstasy receded and Doumeki’s fingers were sliding from his body. “Wha-oooh..” His eyes rolled back and the lids slipped closed as the archer - having at some point managed to undo his own trousers and push them down, along with his underwear - slid his own hard erection in to take over where his fingers had left.
Watanuki bit down hard on his lower lip as Doumeki pressed in slowly. The slight burning was uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything for fear the other boy would stop all-together. When he felt Doumeki pause, his eyes fluttered open to see the larger boy staring at him intently.
“What?” He scowled. “You can’t just stop.” He knew he was whining, but figured Doumeki would take it as par for the course anyway.
“It’s hurting you.” Doumeki said, blunt as always. Shifting his weight so he could balance on one hand, he moved the other to grip Watanuki’s length lightly, dragging his thumb over the tip and causing pleasure to ripple up the boy’s spine.
“I…” he paused to catch his breath when that teasing thumb moved again, “I’m all right.”
Doumeki frowned slightly but continued to distract the supine boy with his hand as he slid all the way in.
When they were finally pressed tight against each other, Doumeki leaned down to drag his lips lightly across Watanuki’s, only to have the blue-eyed boy grip the back of his neck and force him into a harder kiss. As their tongues battled fiercely for dominance, Doumeki moved slowly, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort from Watanuki.
Instead of those, though, as he moved he was almost immediately swamped by a deluge of emotions. It took him several moments to realize that not only was it the sensation of moving inside Watanuki, but he could feel Watanuki feeling him move inside. His head swam with the euphoric overload as his body tried to process the double sensations.
He had known that by sharing their eyesight they sometimes got glimpses of the other’s feelings and surroundings, but never before had it been like this. It took all his training to keep his body in check when all he wanted to do was fuck the other boy into oblivion.
From the way that Watanuki was moaning and rolling his hips into each slow thrust, he was also feeling the dual sensations. His eyes had long since closed and he had wrapped his long legs around Doumeki’s hips, urging the older boy to move faster and harder.
“Shizuka!” Watanuki exhaled his name breathily as he undulated beneath him, “Stop holding back.” His voice was thick with lust, and he couldn’t have opened his eyes if he tried. For once his tone was not shrill or loud, and his movements were tight and controlled. All his nerves were screaming and he could feel it building at the base of his spine.
Doumeki practically felt his brain blank out at the sound of that breathy voice. Catching Watanuki’s lips with his, he moved his body faster, barely registering the slide of the futon across the dusty floor as his tongue twined with Watanuki’s. With every deep thrust and shallow slide out, he felt Watanuki’s breath catch in hiccoughing little sobs that he exhaled into Doumeki’s mouth as they kissed.
Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, with Doumeki a few seconds behind, having been engulfed in Watanuki’s own. It was a loop of pleasure, each of them causing the other to react. Doumeki was sure he blacked out, because the next thing he knew, Watanuki was squirming beneath him.
As the words the other boy spoke finally reached his brain, it was almost enough to make him laugh.
“Dammit you stupid oaf, you’re squashing me! Shizuka! Are you even listening to me?! I think you broke something, and your zipper is pointy! Why the hell didn’t you get undressed you idio-mmph!”
His words were cut off as Doumeki kissed him soundly, a method he found worked quite well in shutting him up. By the time they parted, Watanuki couldn’t quite recall what he had been complaining about. Which had been Doumeki’s plan. After all, it was hardly a hardship to kiss Watanuki, and it did keep him quiet.
“Shut up, spaz. You’re ruining the moment.” He added before nibbling the soft skin under Watanuki’s ear, sure to leave a mark. A territorial smirk graced his face for a moment before his eyes drooped shut and he rested his chin on Watanuki’s shoulder. “And you still owe me a dessert,” he muttered. “Of all days to forget the dessert, why you pick my birthday is beyond me.”
He was surprised to find his lover silent at the little jab, and he opened his eyes to look into the other boy’s face. He raised a brow at the embarrassed flush that colored Watanuki’s cheeks.
“That’s…” the blue-eyed boy trailed off, mumbling.
“Hmm?” Doumeki intoned, crawling his way higher up Watanuki’s body. His blush deepened.
“I said…that’s because I…m-made you a cake,” he said, not meeting Doumeki’s eyes.
The archer blinked. “You made me a cake,” he repeated.
Watanuki nodded.
“And where is it, then?”
“…At my apartment.”
Doumeki stared silently at the boy beneath him. “At your apartment?”
Watanuki nodded again.
“You didn’t bring it to school?”
A headshake.
Suddenly an unmistakably predatory smirk crossed Doumeki’s face. “You were going to invite me over after school. You had a little plan of your own, didn’t you?”
Watanuki gritted his teeth and shoved Doumeki off his chest half-heartedly. “S-shut up! Excuse me for trying to do something for you on your birthday - or maybe you’d rather go to the girl’s festival!” He fumbled around for his glasses, unsure of when they had slipped off his face.
Doumeki sighed and reached across Watanuki’s now-folded legs, grasping the thin frames and slipping them gently onto the boy’s face. After a muttered thanks for his trouble, the archer stood up, pulling his lover to his feet with him. “Come on, get dressed. If we leave now we won’t have to go walking around in the dark.” He made quick work of his own clothes, seeing as he hadn’t actually lost any of them.
Watanuki huffed as he set about collecting his errant garments. “Where are we going now? Don’t you allow any time for rest, or are you trying to kill me?”
“We’re going to your apartment.”
A choked sound escaped Watanuki’s lips. “W-we are?”
“Of course. I had planned on us spending the rest of the night or week here, but we can’t let your plan for seduction go to waste.”
Watanuki blushed, pulling his pants on and fumbling with his belt.
“And I want my cake.”
“…Leave it to you to think more with your stomach than anything else.”
“Don’t get jealous,” Doumeki said evenly, stalking deftly up to his lover and kissing him tantalizingly. “You’re still my favourite treat.”