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How could this be happening? More precisely, how could this be happening to him?

Oh, he knew the answer. Fucking destiny, making his life a mess. Same old, same old. In silence, he cursed the way in which everything had happened. The whole situation had been a terrible, awful, unutterable mistake.

And all because of his pride, his stubbornness and his habit of denying the obvious. He cursed it on those three too.

And Yuuko. Because she had the annoying habit of making a Hell of his life, and there was no way she hadn't been pulling some strings in that terrible event.

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Watanuki Kimihiro was a nice boy, who had always been gentle with everybody, always taking care of the needs of others. He had always been a very kind boy. Well, it was also true that he wasn't what you'd call "patient", or "obedient". But those faults were easily forgivable, considering all his good points.

Was life unfair with Watanuki? Obviously, yes. He had had to endure a lot of trouble since he was a kid, and the whole spirit bait thing… But that wasn't as important as it should be.

When people met Watanuki, they could have two reactions: either they pitied him, or they felt strangely attracted to him, in the way you feel attracted to a feral cat abandoned in the street. However, those who belonged to the first group lost all interest after a short while. Yes, they were concerned, but not for a long time.

And regarding the second group… Well, what they liked the most about Watanuki was the same as with the ferocious cat: the way he flailed his paws. So, after some minutes of thinking and considering, they usually ended up choosing the teasing rather than the worrying approach. And they chose to stay, too.

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That morning, Watanuki was in a bad mood. It was because he was puzzled.

The main motive for his puzzlement: dreams. And some reactions related with hormones and funny thoughts that the dreams had brought with them.

He had been dreaming some disturbing things. Things that involved a lot of moaning, panting, touching and, well, screwing. And the essential fact was who he was screwing with.

Doumeki Shizuka. Pretty ironic, in Watanuki's words, considering his pure, absolute heterosexuality.

And that, the "H" word, was the biggest motive of Watanuki's disturbance. 'Cause now he wasn't sure. Not anymore.

-Damn –he hissed, after cutting himself with a knife. He put his hand under the tap, cleaning at the same time some carrots which had been stained with blood.

He finished preparing the three lunch boxes and started eating his breakfast. He picked up the paper and read random articles that caught his attention. Watanuki was almost done with his food when he saw something truly eye-catching among the maleXmale Classifieds.

"Tall, black haired Japanese male, ready to accomplish all your desires. Nice body, stoic type. 12000 yen per session".

D. Shizuka

And, after the name, there was Doumeki's address.

-WHAAAAAAAAAAT??!!

He read again the ad, his face so close to the paper that the letters looked blurred. Watanuki felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed the remains of his tea, his eyes never leaving those 19 words.

-What the hell… -he murmured – How can it be possible? It must be a joke. Yeah, a joke!! Ahaha, I have to bring a present for whoever has done it!

But despite Doumeki being his archrival, and a moron, and a complete dictator when it came to food, he didn't deserve such a prank. Watanuki cursed once again, this time to his sense of justice before he left his apartment.

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Doumeki Shizuka went to the place where he and his friends–Watanuki and Kunogi – usually had lunch. He would have been there earlier, but the literature teacher wanted to talk to him about his last exam, so he had had to let Watanuki go without asking him what the hell was going on with him. The bespectacled boy had been acting weirder that usual, jumping every time Doumeki had approached him and leaving without a single word.

He reached them when they were opening the bento boxes.

-Did you add yamashita sauce to my tamagoyaki, as I told you? –he asked, teasing Watanuki.

And, then, the explosion began.

-Who do you think I am, you asshole?! Of course I put the damn sauce, only a moron like you could forget that!

But, surprisingly, Watanuki had managed to explode without looking Doumeki in the eye, not even for a second.

-Oi –he said, prodding Watanuki sharply in the shoulder.

The next explosion was stopped by the sudden "ah!" from Kunogi. Watanuki turned all his fury into the cheesy concern he always showed Himawari.

-What's wrong, Himawari-chan? Is there anything in your bento that you don't like?

-Oh, of course not, Watanuki-kun, everything is delicious. But I just remembered I have to talk to a friend from the student council. I'm so sorry, but I have to go. See you at class!

Watanuki waved his hands crazily at her, smiling and blushing. He noticed he was alone with Doumeki. Suddenly, he blushed and his hands began to sweat. He was determined to ask him about the ad, but now the nervousness was making things difficult.

-O-oi –he stuttered.

Doumeki halted a sour plum halfway to his mouth.

-Yes?

-I saw your ad. In the .

-Oh, yes.

Silence. Watanuki forced himself to remain relaxed. Blowing his top wasn't going to do any good, especially not in this kind of situation.

-Are you sure that everything's correct? The article's content, I mean.

-Munch –said Doumeki.

-Don't "munch" me!!! –screamed Watanuki.

-I've checked it this morning. It was fine – he kept eating without noticing Watanuki's open mouth.

"-What the… -thought the blue eyed boy – He's not even denying such a shameful thing!! The arrogant bastard…"

A tiny feeling of admiration towards his rival grew inside Watanuki, though. Anyway, the conversation wasn't finished. There was something more he wanted to ask.

-Why did you…? –he couldn't end the sentence.

-I need money. I thought it was the easiest way.

-Oh. I see.

Doumeki ate his tamagoyaki, finishing his lunch. He closed the bento box and handed it to Watanuki, who was still in a haze, struggling hard with himself. What he wanted to ask for was going to be the most embarrassing request of his whole life. He opened his mouth, ready to pronounce the interrogating words which were going to send him to a life of shame and doom.

-So –said Doumeki, interrupting him, looking at those absent blue eyes – Do you need my services?

Watanuki's first impulse was to scream all over the school that he wouldn't ask for Doumeki's services, not even in a million years. But he was too astonished by the calm reaction of his rival. Slowly, his blush intensified and spread all the way to his ears, as he nodded shyly.

-Okay, where would you prefer to go? My place or yours?

-I-I think I'd rather it be my place – stammered Watanuki.

-Great. So, I'll see you after archery practice. Wait for me at the dojo's doors.

And then, the bell rang, putting an end to the weirdest dialogue that Watanuki had ever had.

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-Why…?

It was a bit chilly outside the archery dojo. Watanuki was freezing, but his state of mind wasn't letting him notice that.

-Why? –he repeated – Why did I said "yes"??!! –he screamed.

The echo of his voice hit his ears. A lump of snow fell from the roof above his head onto his feet. He cursed, cleaning his shoes with energetic kicks.

Actually, he knew the exact reason why he had accepted. He wanted to erase any trace of doubt that his homosexual dreams could symbolize. And he thought that maybe if he had sex with Doumeki, the terrible experience would be able to exterminate even the slightest attraction for men that he could have.

He had already thought about it that morning, before he had read the newspaper and its disturbing content. But it was still fucking embarrassing!

Doumeki was delighted to see Watanuki was still waiting in front of the dojo when he stepped out. The archer was a little ecstatic about their reunion, although his face was as impassive as usual. It had been a good idea to place the advertisement, despite his reservations.

After all, it was his first time working as a tutor. And if Watanuki needed his help with studies, he was more than glad to provide it.

-Let's go –he said.

-Don't get all bossy around me!!

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By the time they arrived, Watanuki was a bundle of nerves. He had imagined all sorts of scenarios that could take place when he'd be at Doumeki's mercy.

None of them had helped him to settle down. In fact, a quite realistic vision of himself being pinned against the kitchen counter had caused him to drop his keys.

-Are you OK? –asked Doumeki, reaching for the fallen object.

-I'm perfectly fine!! –said Watanuki in a wavering shriek. He managed to open the door – Come in.

Doumeki made his way inside the apartment. He left his schoolbag on top of the table, as he sat down. Watanuki was standing between the kitchen and the living room, fidgeting and looking like a trapped rabbit.

-Gimme some tea –said Doumeki. Watanuki stopped the fidgeting, changing his worried expression into an angry one.

-You spoiled brat!! You are in my house, and yet you're still acting like a king!!

But, despite all the screaming, he went to the kitchen, returning after a while with a teapot and some cookies. Doumeki sniffed at the pastries, catching the unmistakable scent of home-made cookies. He ate a dozen while Watanuki was pouring tea for both of them.

-Don't eat all the cookies, you insatiable moron!! –the word "insatiable" struck some cords inside him, bringing a nice shade of blush with it. Doumeki ate the last pastry, drunk his tea and looked at Watanuki while the bespectacled boy was trying to hide his embarrassment hiding his red face behind his cup.

-Shall we begin? –said Doumeki, after a while. Watanuki nodded. He swallowed, got up and went to his bedroom.

-Give me just five minutes –he said, his voice hoarse – I'll… I'll take a quick shower before, ok?

-Sure –said Doumeki – Just call me when you're ready.

Watanuki disappeared inside the room. Doumeki glanced around, looking for something to do. Finally, he took a newspaper that he found under the table. He read a few articles, before he reached the Classified section, looking for his advertisement.

He read it. When he finished, he read it again. And again.

-What…?

In another situation, Doumeki would have found the incident funny. But now he was just thinking that Watanuki had asked for his services. And those were pretty far away from the academic environment.

Another fact broke into his mind: Watanuki wanted sexual favors from him.

And he was taking a shower for…

-"Fuck" –he thought. A couple of disturbing images invaded his brain. As a consequence, he began to find his trousers extremely tight. On top of that, he heard Watanuki's trembling voice.

-I'm… I'm ready.

Doumeki didn't find the idea of a homosexual relationship displeasing. It was true he hadn't had a gay sexual encounter yet, but he wasn't in a hurry either.

Actually, the main cause for this was his duty as Watanuki's protector. It was not as if he wasn't dating anybody because of lack of time, or something like that. It was just that, while he was with the blue-eyed teen, he didn't feel the need to have a boyfriend.

Or, to speak more clearly, he was in love with Watanuki Kimihiro.

And now the object of his interest, the one who always was flailing around, screaming and complaining about being stuck to Doumeki, was willing to do the dirty with him.

It was too much.

It terrified him.

After five minutes of waiting in complete silence, Watanuki got up from the bed and went to the living room, taking a peek at the whole apartment, looking for the archer. But Doumeki wasn't anywhere.

He paced around the room a few times, cursing Doumeki's mysterious disappearance before he noticed that there was a note on the table, written in Doumeki's neat handwriting:

"Sorry, I've got a call from home. No time to explain. Don't forget the roasted squid in tomorrow's bento. D."

Watanuki left the paper on the table, sat down on the tatami and ran his hands through his wet hair.

-That ASSHOLE!!

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First chapter finished… Phew. This is my first fic written in English, and it's being quite hard. Anyway, I hope you'll like it. Greetings!!

((Thanks to Sambucivox and Anyjen, they are helping me so much…! ))