hiyami_hime; Equivalent; R
title: Equivalent
Author: hiyami_hime
summary: Jorogumo visits Watanuki and without considering the consequences, he thinks of Doumeki and allows his emotions to get away from him. Doumeki isn't happy, but who would be after seeing their precious person have sex with someone else - much less Jorogumo - through said precious person's eye?
rating: R (I think, if only 'cuz of Jorogumo's abuse)
warning: sex, injuries
AN: Apologies to the OP - it didn't come out quite the way I'd planned it to, but I can't dislike it either. I ended up writing in a style very different from my usual, so I'm looking forward to any responses.
The prompt:
Recent chapters, Watanuki has sex with Jorougumo and lets Doumeki see it through their eye.
Watanuki has never particularly liked losing, but there are times when he can see no other option. Even as he allows himself to be laid out on the floor before the woman - he’d already placed separate barriers for other parts of the shop just in case something like this - he hates knowing that he’s powerless to do anything but wait. That knowledge only keeps him determined to keep to his end of the deal.
His power is not as strong as Yuuko’s, but it is strong enough. He can make this work, he tells himself, because if it doesn’t work, he doesn’t know what there is that he can do. Yuuko was able to do things deliberately on her own power, but he must angle himself advantageously so he can attain his goals.
To distract himself from what the woman - if you could call a spider a woman - is doing to him, he thinks about his predecessor. He loved her very much - she was kind to him and affectionate despite her terrorizing ways. She had never really loved him, but Watanuki could accept that, because he never really loved her like that either. She was the mother he never could remember and they both knew it.
Realizing that his thoughts have wandered from the torment she intends to inflict upon him, Jorogumo digs her sharp nails into his stomach and Watanuki is brought back to his current situation, his eyes shut tight as he feels blood welling up against his abdomen. He knows that the wound is only skin deep, but a spider’s venom, no matter how weak, still hurt. He is grateful for his strength of will, if only because it lets him retain his pride - he doesn’t cry out.
“Don’t try to escape this,” she says cruelly, a knowing smile on her face. He wonders why she could not have done this to someone else - the pain she needs to inflict in order to attain her goal is likely the same no matter to whom she goes. Then he regains his resolve as she clenches down on him. Even as his hips instinctively move up to drive himself closer to her core, his mind regains its clarity. Although his pain will boost her powers for the battles ahead of her, only his seed can amplify that boost, allowing her to not only overcome her opponents but to defeat them in an all encompassing tide of power that will leave her unchallenged as the queen.
All the same, nothing comes for free - a fact that he is reminded of daily in his shop - and he proceeds to remind her of it. “I give exactly as much as I intend to gain,” he says coolly, working to keep his expression from twisting into one of pain or hatred or - god forbid - pleasure.
Jorogumo nods shortly, her expression equally cold. “I would expect nothing less from the heir of the dimensional witch’s shop.” Her words are cruel - a reminder of what he no longer has - and they both know it, but their mutual distaste for each other does nothing to further aid them in this bargain.
Watanuki stares coolly at her - almost a glare - releasing pent up emotions that he’s learned to hide so expertly. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he’s aware that his emotions are the key to his golden eye but he simply can’t bring himself to care. Even as his body moves against his client’s, he can’t help but want to feel connected - a connection of any sort - to Doumeki.
Later, lying on the tatami mats of the room he uses to see his clients, he feels nothing. He is exhausted and drained and though he knows the cuts will have to be treated and there’s nothing he can do about the bruises, he wishes he could be free of the spider’s toxins and hadn’t been bruised by her unkind grip. She had gained what she’d come for and left with as cruel a smile as ever, a reminder of her promise spoken lightly but seriously.
“I will repay you when you call upon me,” she says. “In parts,” she adds on because she knows that what she has just taken from him is of far greater worth to both of them than simply the act.
Watanuki aches and he hates to admit it, but he’s glad he so firmly told Mokona and the girls to stay away. He hurts everywhere and has stretched muscles he had never realized could be stretched. Quite frankly, he wants nothing more than to remain as he is and simply fall asleep; the slight chill of his nakedness in the vast room is not so great a discomfort as to motivate him to rise and move.
It is only as he is drifting off that he hears the carefully attended shoji doors slide open that he realizes that he’s on the borderline of sleep. He wonders who it is as he knows none of the other residents of the shop would enter - and they would have warned him if it were a customer. He’s barely able to open his eyes, but when he does, it’s the angry golden gaze of Doumeki that fills his hazy sight and he gives a soft sigh, though neither of them know whether it’s relief or happiness or simply exhaustion.
So tired is he that he doesn’t even argue when Doumeki begins to call him names, most of which equate to something along the lines of “idiot,” and although he knows he really shouldn’t, he lets Doumeki lift him into his arms - warm, masculine, firm - and carry him to his own chambers.
He is vaguely aware of the children and Mokona following Doumeki almost worriedly, but the larger male only assures them that “Kimihiro will be fine,” and, as they heave a collective sigh of relief, easily locks them out of his room with a quick twist of the key even as he shifts Watanuki single handedly to his bed.
After several moments of shuffling about within the drawers of Watanuki’s bedside table, the Seer finally gains enough coherence to ask a question.
“What are you doing here?” he asks quietly. The soonest he expected Doumeki was the tomorrow after his classes were over - and yet Doumeki was there beside him with, if he wasn’t mistaken, a most displeased look in his eye and an almost mulish set to his jaw.
Instead of answering his question - or perhaps he was answering it - Doumeki responds with a question of his own. “Where’s the first aid kit? You moved it.”
It takes Watanuki a moment to remember where it is - and why on earth he’d moved it - when he realizes that Doumeki hasn’t really answered his question; at least, not for him. “Ask the girls,” he responds a bit weakly, giving up when he realizes that he does not, in fact, have any idea what happened to the frequently refilled kit after the time he’d bandaged Doumeki up after the last job he’d given the great lug and Kohane.
Doumeki frowns at him before rising. Wordlessly, he moves to the locked door and leaves. Watanuki, unsure of how to feel, decides that it’s best to feel nothing. He remains lying down and closes his eyes, doing his best to ignore the tired feeling in his limbs and his own inability to take care of himself. Lending Jorogumo his power had drained him more than he’d thought it would. He wonders if it’s worth tapping into his reserves but decides against it. With rest, the worn out feeling in his muscles would go away.
As he tries to relax, his mind wanders. He finds himself thinking about Kohane and Himawari, Yuuko and Mokona - the girls, Doumeki. The list goes on and on, eventually growing broad enough to encompass his customers and then those of Yuuko’s. He thinks and ponders what has changed from the time where the shop and its owner were needed by each of these people and now. Have they changed for the better or worse?
It has been only one hour since Doumeki has gone and already it feels like many. Watanuki is exhausted and he finally gives in. He can no longer wait for his - for Doumeki. His eyelids dip lower and lower and finally he allows himself to fall into an almost peaceful dream.
In it, as he is now accustomed, he visits many places and sees many things - most of which are useful to him because nearly all of these things are of the spiritual nature. But as with any dream, it all comes to an end when he feels the sharp sting of strong antiseptic on the first of many cuts on his skin.
When he opens his eyes, for a moment he wonders if Haruka has managed to materialize himself in the waking world, but then Doumeki glares at him as he tends to the next wound and Watanuki is almost relieved to realize that it’s Shizuka and not Haruka that is with him. Haruka, after all, has years and years of experience and wisdom that Shizuka has yet to gain and Watanuki doesn’t think that he can bear to be on the losing side all of the time with it comes to the Doumeki men.
“You’re back.” It’s a statement, but both of the young men are aware that the two words are also, to Watanuki, a form of security.
“I couldn’t find your first aid kit,” Doumeki tells him and Watanuki smiles almost thinly. He’d dreamed and he’d seen - and Haruka had shown him where it had gone. Watanuki sits up - he adds another pillow to support himself - and realizes that Doumeki is working on the last of his injuries; the rest have been attended and bandaged appropriately.
“Mokona and the girls thought they’d refill it, but they managed to lose it in the treasure room,” he says lightly and only his slight wince gives away the sting he feels as Doumeki dabs the antiseptic against the third cut. Doumeki moves to take hold of one of his wrists to examine the damage there - Jorogumo had stabbed one of her ridiculously long nails through both wrists in order to pin him below her and simply broken the nail with her other hand. Doumeki glowers at the wound and Watanuki is curious as to what he is thinking. The wounds in his wrists are the worst of the injuries he’d sustained, but his own healing abilities would sweep them away within weeks. Besides, they were the last of the injuries that Doumeki had treated.
“You slept with Jorogumo.” Doumeki says flatly and for a moment, Watanuki is surprised. Then he remembers - he’d gotten upset and he’d seen her taking control of his body as she took what it was that she needed.
He is unsure of himself when he responds - a feeling that he doesn’t like. He wonders if Doumeki is angry, but he notes that the other’s grip on his wrist is firm, but not punishing. Instinctively knowing that Doumeki wouldn’t hurt him intentionally - and would probably hate himself if he did it accidentally - Watanuki’s mouth falls open and an honest answer falls out.
“Yes,” he says. But while he might have left it at that for anyone else - Mokona, the girls - he can’t help but feel somewhere that he owes Doumeki more and he adds an almost hasty explanation. “She needed power to stop an uprising amongst the spiders.” Doumeki’s silent gaze tells him the archer expects more and he obliges. “Since she draws her power from pain, she could have used anyone, but it would have taken a long time - far longer than she had.”
“So she made a deal with you.” Doumeki’s statement is just as blunt and as flat as his previous statement was, but Watanuki takes it as an acceptance of his words and encouragement for more.
“Any part of me is filled with power,” Watanuki whispers, closing his eyes. “My seed amplified the power she gained from me.”
Were he the Watanuki of the past, he’d be blushing brightly and flailing wildly while trying to say everything but the necessary words. He’s sad to realize just how much has changed - how much he has changed - but he knows he must endure it. The knowledge, however, doesn’t make it any easier to bear.
The slight touch on his face startles him and he opens his eyes. Doumeki’s hand has just brushed his face and has moved to tilt his chin towards him. His eyes are molten lava and Watanuki tries to look away, but Doumeki’s grip on his chin is firm. Heat colors his cheeks and when he moves to swat the archer’s hand away, Doumeki takes that hand captive, too. Although the exorcist hasn’t moved, Watanuki perceives his presence to be larger than it is and so places his other hand on the larger man’s shoulder although he himself isn’t sure of whether it’s to restrain or to hold him.
He knows that Doumeki is stronger than him, but he also knows that Doumeki will never ever hurt him if he can avoid it - even at his own cost. Memories flash through his mind - Doumeki had destroyed the spirit that had been draining him - hearing Doumeki say the words that he’d both wanted and hated the most - having Yuuko bluntly tell him that Doumeki has chosen him - and Watanuki closes his eyes once more and relaxes into the other’s hold.
Doumeki Shizuka is many things, but easy to surprise is not one of them. So when Watanuki suddenly relaxes, he finds that it is impossible to contain the pleased smile that curves across his face.
“Kimihiro,” he calls softly to the Seer he holds captive in his grasp. The hand on Watanuki’s chin has shifted, moving to gently stroke his cheek.
Watanuki doesn’t want to open his eyes. He’s very comfortable and Doumeki’s comforting presence is enough balm to his aching heart that he doesn’t particularly want to give up the sensation. Still, Doumeki called his name and it would be rude to ignore him. Even with these thoughts in mind, it still takes Doumeki two more tries before Watanuki reluctantly graces him with his heterochromatic eyes.
“Shizuka,” he responds just as softly. He doesn’t know why he called him when the archer has been nothing but Doumeki to him, but the intimate feeling the name brings him keeps a subtle blush on his cheeks.
“Don’t do it again,” Doumeki tells him, although they both know that it’s more of a request than anything. Watanuki is more powerful than he in terms of bargaining and Doumeki cannot always watch over him no matter how he may want to. But the fact that he says the words aloud tells Watanuki just how much it bothers him.
And it’s not as though he has any plans to be abused and drained again anytime soon. “I won’t.” Watanuki’s response is firm and Doumeki feels relieved and his tense appearance relaxes and he drags Watanuki against his chest, holding him there.
He was never one for holding someone’s nature against them - Watanuki would argue he was the last person that had any right to - but he was hard pressed to remain neutral towards Jorogumo. His dislike for her had only grown when she’d invaded Watanuki’s shop. The fact that she’d done it again for her benefit at Watanuki’s cost - it didn’t matter that he’d be compensated later down the line - only angered him more. His feelings for Watanuki and against Jorogumo caused all sorts of tangles in the taut strings that were his emotions.
Watanuki almost flinches in pain at the sudden movement - he aches and although Doumeki is an expert at patching him up, the sheer amount of spider venom that had been injected into him through a purely ridiculous number of cuts still causes him some pain. Still, on any other day, he would object to be treated in such a manner and there is no doubt in his mind that he’s acting abnormally or that Doumeki will forget it. So instead of mentioning his pains, he ignores them in favor of the natural warmth that emanates from the other. Held so closely to Doumeki, he cannot feel anything but safe. Doumeki has always been safety for him - the safe harbor for his ship to stop at when the waves were too high for him to bear. Besides, he can just blame the poison later if Doumeki asks.
Although the archer has always been an expert at infuriating him, Watanuki cannot deny that even more than that, Doumeki has become an expert at him. He’s always known how to handle him when he’s moved to do something stupid and he’s always known what to do even when their world was falling apart. Doumeki may not know it - and Watanuki didn’t really know for a long time himself - but the Seer had already relinquished himself to the exorcist.
Which is why when Doumeki says, “I worry about you,” Watanuki doesn’t react in the way the larger male might expect. Instead of flailing or shoving him away, Watanuki tenses for a moment before relaxing once more. His response being simply, “I know.”
Doumeki pulls him closer and Watanuki realizes that he cannot possibly blame this on the spider venom anymore. This has grown to be greater than he’d imagined and he’d been more honest than he’d intended.
Doumeki pulls away slightly and, startled, Watanuki looks up at him. His eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open - and Doumeki simply cannot resist. Dipping down, he presses his mouth against Watanuki’s and quickly dips his tongue into the morsel that Watanuki has presented him with. For the briefest of moments, he feels Watanuki’s hands pressing against him, but carefully trapping the two of them in one of his own is no great feat and they both know that Watanuki would be pressing with greater conviction if he didn’t want it. As it is, Doumeki devours Watanuki’s mouth, refusing to give him the chance to reciprocate or, worse, stop.
When he finally breaks away for air, Watanuki sags against him, breathlessly gasping for air. Doumeki gives him only a moment before going back for seconds to finish mapping the ridges and curves of Watanuki’s mouth and then moving on to provoke the Seer’s tongue into action by wrapping his own around it and tugging lightly. When the two break apart this time, Doumeki is breathing just as deeply as Watanuki and a single strand of saliva connect their mouths. At some point, he’d released Watanuki’s hands and the slim Seer had occupied both with handfuls of Doumeki’s shirt.
The third kiss, however, it was Watanuki that moved to engage their mouths together, his tongue advancing slowly - almost shyly - into Doumeki’s. The larger male was receptive to Watanuki’s move and all but invited him into his mouth, but it was only moments later that his more dominant side rose to the surface once more to take control of the kiss.
When the separate for the third and final time, Doumeki’s voice is hoarse as he whispers a single word - a claim of sorts - into Watanuki’s ear: “Mine.”
Keening at the gentle touches Doumeki’s roaming hands have made against his skin, Watanuki can only nod and smile to confirm Doumeki’s - no, Shizuka’s - claim.
“Of course.”
Because he might belong to Doumeki, but Doumeki also belongs to him.
Author: hiyami_hime
summary: Jorogumo visits Watanuki and without considering the consequences, he thinks of Doumeki and allows his emotions to get away from him. Doumeki isn't happy, but who would be after seeing their precious person have sex with someone else - much less Jorogumo - through said precious person's eye?
rating: R (I think, if only 'cuz of Jorogumo's abuse)
warning: sex, injuries
AN: Apologies to the OP - it didn't come out quite the way I'd planned it to, but I can't dislike it either. I ended up writing in a style very different from my usual, so I'm looking forward to any responses.
The prompt:
Recent chapters, Watanuki has sex with Jorougumo and lets Doumeki see it through their eye.
Watanuki has never particularly liked losing, but there are times when he can see no other option. Even as he allows himself to be laid out on the floor before the woman - he’d already placed separate barriers for other parts of the shop just in case something like this - he hates knowing that he’s powerless to do anything but wait. That knowledge only keeps him determined to keep to his end of the deal.
His power is not as strong as Yuuko’s, but it is strong enough. He can make this work, he tells himself, because if it doesn’t work, he doesn’t know what there is that he can do. Yuuko was able to do things deliberately on her own power, but he must angle himself advantageously so he can attain his goals.
To distract himself from what the woman - if you could call a spider a woman - is doing to him, he thinks about his predecessor. He loved her very much - she was kind to him and affectionate despite her terrorizing ways. She had never really loved him, but Watanuki could accept that, because he never really loved her like that either. She was the mother he never could remember and they both knew it.
Realizing that his thoughts have wandered from the torment she intends to inflict upon him, Jorogumo digs her sharp nails into his stomach and Watanuki is brought back to his current situation, his eyes shut tight as he feels blood welling up against his abdomen. He knows that the wound is only skin deep, but a spider’s venom, no matter how weak, still hurt. He is grateful for his strength of will, if only because it lets him retain his pride - he doesn’t cry out.
“Don’t try to escape this,” she says cruelly, a knowing smile on her face. He wonders why she could not have done this to someone else - the pain she needs to inflict in order to attain her goal is likely the same no matter to whom she goes. Then he regains his resolve as she clenches down on him. Even as his hips instinctively move up to drive himself closer to her core, his mind regains its clarity. Although his pain will boost her powers for the battles ahead of her, only his seed can amplify that boost, allowing her to not only overcome her opponents but to defeat them in an all encompassing tide of power that will leave her unchallenged as the queen.
All the same, nothing comes for free - a fact that he is reminded of daily in his shop - and he proceeds to remind her of it. “I give exactly as much as I intend to gain,” he says coolly, working to keep his expression from twisting into one of pain or hatred or - god forbid - pleasure.
Jorogumo nods shortly, her expression equally cold. “I would expect nothing less from the heir of the dimensional witch’s shop.” Her words are cruel - a reminder of what he no longer has - and they both know it, but their mutual distaste for each other does nothing to further aid them in this bargain.
Watanuki stares coolly at her - almost a glare - releasing pent up emotions that he’s learned to hide so expertly. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he’s aware that his emotions are the key to his golden eye but he simply can’t bring himself to care. Even as his body moves against his client’s, he can’t help but want to feel connected - a connection of any sort - to Doumeki.
Later, lying on the tatami mats of the room he uses to see his clients, he feels nothing. He is exhausted and drained and though he knows the cuts will have to be treated and there’s nothing he can do about the bruises, he wishes he could be free of the spider’s toxins and hadn’t been bruised by her unkind grip. She had gained what she’d come for and left with as cruel a smile as ever, a reminder of her promise spoken lightly but seriously.
“I will repay you when you call upon me,” she says. “In parts,” she adds on because she knows that what she has just taken from him is of far greater worth to both of them than simply the act.
Watanuki aches and he hates to admit it, but he’s glad he so firmly told Mokona and the girls to stay away. He hurts everywhere and has stretched muscles he had never realized could be stretched. Quite frankly, he wants nothing more than to remain as he is and simply fall asleep; the slight chill of his nakedness in the vast room is not so great a discomfort as to motivate him to rise and move.
It is only as he is drifting off that he hears the carefully attended shoji doors slide open that he realizes that he’s on the borderline of sleep. He wonders who it is as he knows none of the other residents of the shop would enter - and they would have warned him if it were a customer. He’s barely able to open his eyes, but when he does, it’s the angry golden gaze of Doumeki that fills his hazy sight and he gives a soft sigh, though neither of them know whether it’s relief or happiness or simply exhaustion.
So tired is he that he doesn’t even argue when Doumeki begins to call him names, most of which equate to something along the lines of “idiot,” and although he knows he really shouldn’t, he lets Doumeki lift him into his arms - warm, masculine, firm - and carry him to his own chambers.
He is vaguely aware of the children and Mokona following Doumeki almost worriedly, but the larger male only assures them that “Kimihiro will be fine,” and, as they heave a collective sigh of relief, easily locks them out of his room with a quick twist of the key even as he shifts Watanuki single handedly to his bed.
After several moments of shuffling about within the drawers of Watanuki’s bedside table, the Seer finally gains enough coherence to ask a question.
“What are you doing here?” he asks quietly. The soonest he expected Doumeki was the tomorrow after his classes were over - and yet Doumeki was there beside him with, if he wasn’t mistaken, a most displeased look in his eye and an almost mulish set to his jaw.
Instead of answering his question - or perhaps he was answering it - Doumeki responds with a question of his own. “Where’s the first aid kit? You moved it.”
It takes Watanuki a moment to remember where it is - and why on earth he’d moved it - when he realizes that Doumeki hasn’t really answered his question; at least, not for him. “Ask the girls,” he responds a bit weakly, giving up when he realizes that he does not, in fact, have any idea what happened to the frequently refilled kit after the time he’d bandaged Doumeki up after the last job he’d given the great lug and Kohane.
Doumeki frowns at him before rising. Wordlessly, he moves to the locked door and leaves. Watanuki, unsure of how to feel, decides that it’s best to feel nothing. He remains lying down and closes his eyes, doing his best to ignore the tired feeling in his limbs and his own inability to take care of himself. Lending Jorogumo his power had drained him more than he’d thought it would. He wonders if it’s worth tapping into his reserves but decides against it. With rest, the worn out feeling in his muscles would go away.
As he tries to relax, his mind wanders. He finds himself thinking about Kohane and Himawari, Yuuko and Mokona - the girls, Doumeki. The list goes on and on, eventually growing broad enough to encompass his customers and then those of Yuuko’s. He thinks and ponders what has changed from the time where the shop and its owner were needed by each of these people and now. Have they changed for the better or worse?
It has been only one hour since Doumeki has gone and already it feels like many. Watanuki is exhausted and he finally gives in. He can no longer wait for his - for Doumeki. His eyelids dip lower and lower and finally he allows himself to fall into an almost peaceful dream.
In it, as he is now accustomed, he visits many places and sees many things - most of which are useful to him because nearly all of these things are of the spiritual nature. But as with any dream, it all comes to an end when he feels the sharp sting of strong antiseptic on the first of many cuts on his skin.
When he opens his eyes, for a moment he wonders if Haruka has managed to materialize himself in the waking world, but then Doumeki glares at him as he tends to the next wound and Watanuki is almost relieved to realize that it’s Shizuka and not Haruka that is with him. Haruka, after all, has years and years of experience and wisdom that Shizuka has yet to gain and Watanuki doesn’t think that he can bear to be on the losing side all of the time with it comes to the Doumeki men.
“You’re back.” It’s a statement, but both of the young men are aware that the two words are also, to Watanuki, a form of security.
“I couldn’t find your first aid kit,” Doumeki tells him and Watanuki smiles almost thinly. He’d dreamed and he’d seen - and Haruka had shown him where it had gone. Watanuki sits up - he adds another pillow to support himself - and realizes that Doumeki is working on the last of his injuries; the rest have been attended and bandaged appropriately.
“Mokona and the girls thought they’d refill it, but they managed to lose it in the treasure room,” he says lightly and only his slight wince gives away the sting he feels as Doumeki dabs the antiseptic against the third cut. Doumeki moves to take hold of one of his wrists to examine the damage there - Jorogumo had stabbed one of her ridiculously long nails through both wrists in order to pin him below her and simply broken the nail with her other hand. Doumeki glowers at the wound and Watanuki is curious as to what he is thinking. The wounds in his wrists are the worst of the injuries he’d sustained, but his own healing abilities would sweep them away within weeks. Besides, they were the last of the injuries that Doumeki had treated.
“You slept with Jorogumo.” Doumeki says flatly and for a moment, Watanuki is surprised. Then he remembers - he’d gotten upset and he’d seen her taking control of his body as she took what it was that she needed.
He is unsure of himself when he responds - a feeling that he doesn’t like. He wonders if Doumeki is angry, but he notes that the other’s grip on his wrist is firm, but not punishing. Instinctively knowing that Doumeki wouldn’t hurt him intentionally - and would probably hate himself if he did it accidentally - Watanuki’s mouth falls open and an honest answer falls out.
“Yes,” he says. But while he might have left it at that for anyone else - Mokona, the girls - he can’t help but feel somewhere that he owes Doumeki more and he adds an almost hasty explanation. “She needed power to stop an uprising amongst the spiders.” Doumeki’s silent gaze tells him the archer expects more and he obliges. “Since she draws her power from pain, she could have used anyone, but it would have taken a long time - far longer than she had.”
“So she made a deal with you.” Doumeki’s statement is just as blunt and as flat as his previous statement was, but Watanuki takes it as an acceptance of his words and encouragement for more.
“Any part of me is filled with power,” Watanuki whispers, closing his eyes. “My seed amplified the power she gained from me.”
Were he the Watanuki of the past, he’d be blushing brightly and flailing wildly while trying to say everything but the necessary words. He’s sad to realize just how much has changed - how much he has changed - but he knows he must endure it. The knowledge, however, doesn’t make it any easier to bear.
The slight touch on his face startles him and he opens his eyes. Doumeki’s hand has just brushed his face and has moved to tilt his chin towards him. His eyes are molten lava and Watanuki tries to look away, but Doumeki’s grip on his chin is firm. Heat colors his cheeks and when he moves to swat the archer’s hand away, Doumeki takes that hand captive, too. Although the exorcist hasn’t moved, Watanuki perceives his presence to be larger than it is and so places his other hand on the larger man’s shoulder although he himself isn’t sure of whether it’s to restrain or to hold him.
He knows that Doumeki is stronger than him, but he also knows that Doumeki will never ever hurt him if he can avoid it - even at his own cost. Memories flash through his mind - Doumeki had destroyed the spirit that had been draining him - hearing Doumeki say the words that he’d both wanted and hated the most - having Yuuko bluntly tell him that Doumeki has chosen him - and Watanuki closes his eyes once more and relaxes into the other’s hold.
Doumeki Shizuka is many things, but easy to surprise is not one of them. So when Watanuki suddenly relaxes, he finds that it is impossible to contain the pleased smile that curves across his face.
“Kimihiro,” he calls softly to the Seer he holds captive in his grasp. The hand on Watanuki’s chin has shifted, moving to gently stroke his cheek.
Watanuki doesn’t want to open his eyes. He’s very comfortable and Doumeki’s comforting presence is enough balm to his aching heart that he doesn’t particularly want to give up the sensation. Still, Doumeki called his name and it would be rude to ignore him. Even with these thoughts in mind, it still takes Doumeki two more tries before Watanuki reluctantly graces him with his heterochromatic eyes.
“Shizuka,” he responds just as softly. He doesn’t know why he called him when the archer has been nothing but Doumeki to him, but the intimate feeling the name brings him keeps a subtle blush on his cheeks.
“Don’t do it again,” Doumeki tells him, although they both know that it’s more of a request than anything. Watanuki is more powerful than he in terms of bargaining and Doumeki cannot always watch over him no matter how he may want to. But the fact that he says the words aloud tells Watanuki just how much it bothers him.
And it’s not as though he has any plans to be abused and drained again anytime soon. “I won’t.” Watanuki’s response is firm and Doumeki feels relieved and his tense appearance relaxes and he drags Watanuki against his chest, holding him there.
He was never one for holding someone’s nature against them - Watanuki would argue he was the last person that had any right to - but he was hard pressed to remain neutral towards Jorogumo. His dislike for her had only grown when she’d invaded Watanuki’s shop. The fact that she’d done it again for her benefit at Watanuki’s cost - it didn’t matter that he’d be compensated later down the line - only angered him more. His feelings for Watanuki and against Jorogumo caused all sorts of tangles in the taut strings that were his emotions.
Watanuki almost flinches in pain at the sudden movement - he aches and although Doumeki is an expert at patching him up, the sheer amount of spider venom that had been injected into him through a purely ridiculous number of cuts still causes him some pain. Still, on any other day, he would object to be treated in such a manner and there is no doubt in his mind that he’s acting abnormally or that Doumeki will forget it. So instead of mentioning his pains, he ignores them in favor of the natural warmth that emanates from the other. Held so closely to Doumeki, he cannot feel anything but safe. Doumeki has always been safety for him - the safe harbor for his ship to stop at when the waves were too high for him to bear. Besides, he can just blame the poison later if Doumeki asks.
Although the archer has always been an expert at infuriating him, Watanuki cannot deny that even more than that, Doumeki has become an expert at him. He’s always known how to handle him when he’s moved to do something stupid and he’s always known what to do even when their world was falling apart. Doumeki may not know it - and Watanuki didn’t really know for a long time himself - but the Seer had already relinquished himself to the exorcist.
Which is why when Doumeki says, “I worry about you,” Watanuki doesn’t react in the way the larger male might expect. Instead of flailing or shoving him away, Watanuki tenses for a moment before relaxing once more. His response being simply, “I know.”
Doumeki pulls him closer and Watanuki realizes that he cannot possibly blame this on the spider venom anymore. This has grown to be greater than he’d imagined and he’d been more honest than he’d intended.
Doumeki pulls away slightly and, startled, Watanuki looks up at him. His eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open - and Doumeki simply cannot resist. Dipping down, he presses his mouth against Watanuki’s and quickly dips his tongue into the morsel that Watanuki has presented him with. For the briefest of moments, he feels Watanuki’s hands pressing against him, but carefully trapping the two of them in one of his own is no great feat and they both know that Watanuki would be pressing with greater conviction if he didn’t want it. As it is, Doumeki devours Watanuki’s mouth, refusing to give him the chance to reciprocate or, worse, stop.
When he finally breaks away for air, Watanuki sags against him, breathlessly gasping for air. Doumeki gives him only a moment before going back for seconds to finish mapping the ridges and curves of Watanuki’s mouth and then moving on to provoke the Seer’s tongue into action by wrapping his own around it and tugging lightly. When the two break apart this time, Doumeki is breathing just as deeply as Watanuki and a single strand of saliva connect their mouths. At some point, he’d released Watanuki’s hands and the slim Seer had occupied both with handfuls of Doumeki’s shirt.
The third kiss, however, it was Watanuki that moved to engage their mouths together, his tongue advancing slowly - almost shyly - into Doumeki’s. The larger male was receptive to Watanuki’s move and all but invited him into his mouth, but it was only moments later that his more dominant side rose to the surface once more to take control of the kiss.
When the separate for the third and final time, Doumeki’s voice is hoarse as he whispers a single word - a claim of sorts - into Watanuki’s ear: “Mine.”
Keening at the gentle touches Doumeki’s roaming hands have made against his skin, Watanuki can only nod and smile to confirm Doumeki’s - no, Shizuka’s - claim.
“Of course.”
Because he might belong to Doumeki, but Doumeki also belongs to him.