FIC: A Peepshow [Is Worth A Thousand Words]...
Chapter Title: A Peepshow [Is Worth A Thousand Words]...
Series: The Heebie Jeebies, Chapter Four [sequel to: 'Hell Hath No Fury [Like A Boy Repressed]...' and 'A Spaz In The Hand [Is Worth Two In The Shrine]...']
Author: unwilling_seer
Fandom: xxxHolic
Genre: slash, humor
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: NC-17 for voyuer!Doumeki and a solo tango... -^__~-
Summary: Watanuki bites the bullet... Doumeki bites his lip... and Yuuko better be getting this all on video... -^__^-;;
Author's Note: I was feeling a bit industrious this evening, since I get early Chistmas presents tomorrow from my Doumeki... *hums happily* Wonder if he'll like what I got him?
***
"..."
A moment passed.
"..."
Another few seconds.
"... ?"
CRASH!!!
Doumeki sighed. giving Watanuki another, less gentle push.
"You owe me a towel rack."
"I owe you nothing!!" Watanuki hissed venemously, his tone as flushed as his face must have been. "This is all your fault!!!"
"..." Doumeki brushed past Watanuki awkwardly and turned the water on in the tub, testing the temperature absently.
"The hell are you doing that for?!?" Watanuki paused just long enough to draw adequate breath. "THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY I'M JERKING OFF IN YOUR TUB!!!"
To his credit, Doumeki didn't even flinch.
"I'd prefer you did--" He paused just long enough for that to stand alone. "-- rather than anywhere else in my home." Before Watanuki could retort, Doumeki grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to the edge of the tub. "I'll be in my room." -if you need me- He didn't say.
Watanuki crossed his arms tightly, and once again, Doumeki could all but see the expression he wore.
"I think I can manage, thank you very much!!"
Doumeki couldn't help but smirk at that.
"Ah, yes... how dare I insult your wanking skills. My apologies." He said dryly, sounding far more at ease than he felt.
Watanuki clenched his hands into fists.
"Just-- Get out already~ !!"
Doumeki moved toward the door.. he paused when he reached it, looking back across the large bathroom... and made a decision. He opened the door.
"Take as long as you need...five, even six minutes." He said, more loudly than necessary, and then shut the door, hard. With him still inside. Holding his breath. Waiting
"Very funny.. asshole..." Watanuki trailed off, his shoulders slumping. The thought that he might not be alone never seemed to cross his mind. Doumeki almost felt bad...
-What other choice do I have? He'd never let me...-
He leaned against the door, watching as Watanuki slowly, awkwardly undressed. There was nothing sexy about it... nothing contrived. Doumeki bit the inside of his lip and barely breathed as more and more of Watanuki's body was laid bare. He hissed in unison with Watanuki as the latter climbed into the steaming water, hiding the sound. He swallowed, the noise seeming to thunder though his ears... but Watanuki gave no sign that he heard anything at all. Cursing himself, and Watanuki, and every urn in every world... he crept closer.
"... the hell does he think he is, anyway?" Watanuki muttered, leaning back as well as he could, his hands gripping the edges of the tub tightly. "Ordering me around... pushing me in here... making me do this..." He trailed off, shivering oddly, and Doumeki's heart froze as one of Watanuki's hands slipped silently beneath the clear surface of the water... ripples rose and fell, distorting the image, but never totally obscuring it. "Where does he-- " Watanuki hissed a quick breath, his pace increasing. " --get off acting like he knows best... ? Like he-- he knows anything about what I go through everyday... ??"
Doumeki clamped a hand over his own mouth, blinking slowly as Watanuki arched in the water, his other hand white knuckled and shaking with the ferocity of his grip.
"... shitty archer..." He groaned deeper than Doumeki had imagined he would.
"... stupid idiot..." But his little gasps were exactly how they sounded in Doumeki's dreams. Breathless, desperate sounds..
"That-- that--" He choked back what was almost a sob, thrusting erractically against his own palm, a single growled word echoing inside the urn. "... Doumeki... !!!"
The sounds of his retreat were easily covered by Watanuki's labored breaths... Doumeki stood in the hall, his throat working and his mouth slightly agape.
-Me. Talked about me. Me. The whole time. Me...-
He shook his head and hurried to his room.
To see to things perverse.
-^ * ^- --END CHAPTER FOUR-- -^ * ^-
Series: The Heebie Jeebies, Chapter Four [sequel to: 'Hell Hath No Fury [Like A Boy Repressed]...' and 'A Spaz In The Hand [Is Worth Two In The Shrine]...']
Author: unwilling_seer
Fandom: xxxHolic
Genre: slash, humor
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: NC-17 for voyuer!Doumeki and a solo tango... -^__~-
Summary: Watanuki bites the bullet... Doumeki bites his lip... and Yuuko better be getting this all on video... -^__^-;;
Author's Note: I was feeling a bit industrious this evening, since I get early Chistmas presents tomorrow from my Doumeki... *hums happily* Wonder if he'll like what I got him?
***
"..."
A moment passed.
"..."
Another few seconds.
"... ?"
CRASH!!!
Doumeki sighed. giving Watanuki another, less gentle push.
"You owe me a towel rack."
"I owe you nothing!!" Watanuki hissed venemously, his tone as flushed as his face must have been. "This is all your fault!!!"
"..." Doumeki brushed past Watanuki awkwardly and turned the water on in the tub, testing the temperature absently.
"The hell are you doing that for?!?" Watanuki paused just long enough to draw adequate breath. "THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY I'M JERKING OFF IN YOUR TUB!!!"
To his credit, Doumeki didn't even flinch.
"I'd prefer you did--" He paused just long enough for that to stand alone. "-- rather than anywhere else in my home." Before Watanuki could retort, Doumeki grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to the edge of the tub. "I'll be in my room." -if you need me- He didn't say.
Watanuki crossed his arms tightly, and once again, Doumeki could all but see the expression he wore.
"I think I can manage, thank you very much!!"
Doumeki couldn't help but smirk at that.
"Ah, yes... how dare I insult your wanking skills. My apologies." He said dryly, sounding far more at ease than he felt.
Watanuki clenched his hands into fists.
"Just-- Get out already~ !!"
Doumeki moved toward the door.. he paused when he reached it, looking back across the large bathroom... and made a decision. He opened the door.
"Take as long as you need...five, even six minutes." He said, more loudly than necessary, and then shut the door, hard. With him still inside. Holding his breath. Waiting
"Very funny.. asshole..." Watanuki trailed off, his shoulders slumping. The thought that he might not be alone never seemed to cross his mind. Doumeki almost felt bad...
-What other choice do I have? He'd never let me...-
He leaned against the door, watching as Watanuki slowly, awkwardly undressed. There was nothing sexy about it... nothing contrived. Doumeki bit the inside of his lip and barely breathed as more and more of Watanuki's body was laid bare. He hissed in unison with Watanuki as the latter climbed into the steaming water, hiding the sound. He swallowed, the noise seeming to thunder though his ears... but Watanuki gave no sign that he heard anything at all. Cursing himself, and Watanuki, and every urn in every world... he crept closer.
"... the hell does he think he is, anyway?" Watanuki muttered, leaning back as well as he could, his hands gripping the edges of the tub tightly. "Ordering me around... pushing me in here... making me do this..." He trailed off, shivering oddly, and Doumeki's heart froze as one of Watanuki's hands slipped silently beneath the clear surface of the water... ripples rose and fell, distorting the image, but never totally obscuring it. "Where does he-- " Watanuki hissed a quick breath, his pace increasing. " --get off acting like he knows best... ? Like he-- he knows anything about what I go through everyday... ??"
Doumeki clamped a hand over his own mouth, blinking slowly as Watanuki arched in the water, his other hand white knuckled and shaking with the ferocity of his grip.
"... shitty archer..." He groaned deeper than Doumeki had imagined he would.
"... stupid idiot..." But his little gasps were exactly how they sounded in Doumeki's dreams. Breathless, desperate sounds..
"That-- that--" He choked back what was almost a sob, thrusting erractically against his own palm, a single growled word echoing inside the urn. "... Doumeki... !!!"
The sounds of his retreat were easily covered by Watanuki's labored breaths... Doumeki stood in the hall, his throat working and his mouth slightly agape.
-Me. Talked about me. Me. The whole time. Me...-
He shook his head and hurried to his room.
To see to things perverse.
-^ * ^- --END CHAPTER FOUR-- -^ * ^-