Eating People is Wrong
Disclaimer: not own. Title is owned by Malcom Bradbury.
Genre: general/fluff/romance
Warnings: no spoilers
Theme Song: Trouble is a friend by Lenka
Thanks to: angela_shadow13 for being my beta. You did a great job, thanks!
Rating: hm. Let's say T.
Doumeki: Implied M?
Me: uhm... no, not really. Why do you bother?
Doumeki: protecting the ears of the innocent.
Watanuki: who is innocent?
Me: --- you aren't ?!
Watanuki: ….
Doumeki: no comment.
Like long forgotten fossils, his chopsticks lay abandoned on the ground as he burrowed his nose in dark hair and soft skin. It all smelled faintly of cherry blossoms which made him want to sigh and cringe at the same time. He ran his tongue along the outer shell of one ear and found, to his liking, that it tasted sweet and salty. And maybe, just maybe, he imagined that lingering taste of freshly cooked rice from the pale skin of the other. Nevertheless, he trusted his tongue. And the taste would fit because this person—
And then a cool hand softly yet persistently shoved his face away.
Watanuki frowned at the expectant look that Doumeki wore on his face and rubbed awkwardly at his ear. Picking up a small number of pink petals that had fallen into the half-empty black bentos in front of him, he muttered an irritated, "What?!"
The archer stayed as stoic as ever, hiding his smirk like a cat hides it's favorite toy. "Say it. I know what you're thinking."
Watanuki rolled his eyes at this. "What? 'Eating people is wrong'? There, I said it. Happy?" The bespectacled teen aimed a finger at the other teen's face and said, "Now would you stop bothering me?"
Doumeki doesn't reply. He merely leaned closer to the lithe boy and continued right on eating.
He never listens to what Watanuki says anyway.
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