Hi everyone! ^^ Okay please no flames or bashes on this please- this is my first xxxHolic fic to which I'm a fan of the anime and manga which are awesome ^^ Nonetheless, this is a YAOI. So if no one likes YAOI please leave the room...

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Okay the pair is Doumeki and Watanuki. Enjoy ^^

Watanuki and Doumeki belong to the dudes who made this awesome anime
Uatada Hikaru belongs to herself

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Reason

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There she was, the most beautiful girl in all of Japan walking with someone like Watanuki. She was the greatest thing ever to happen to him let alone the definition of love and perfection in his eyes. She was Himawari, the girl who had unknowingly stole Watanuki's young heart. Her hair was in the usual curly pigtails that a good amount of the female student body adored (not to mention the men but most importantly Watanuki) and her eyes seemed to glimmer every time the sunshine reflected off of them. They were two mystical orbs of a forgotten ocean that no one knew about but acknowledged all the same. Her lips were like two thin slices of strawberries that made every man's heart jump ten feet in the air only to fall back down to Earth in swirling vortexes of adornment.

And then there was Watanuki; sweet, clumsy, not perfect Watanuki. His ebony hair was kept in its' usual casual style as he attempted to hide the blush that was slowly gaining on his boyish face. From time to time, he had the image of simply leaning over and caressing her cheek gently and wanting to ask her out on a date but Kami knew that would never happen. Kami knew it like the back of his holy hand that Watanuki would never get the guts to ask her out. He was too clumsy and even so he'd chicken out at the last minute of asking. Another image popped up, again, another action he'd NEVER do. He'd appear to her one morning and give her a bouquet of cherry blossoms and ume flowers with a few lotus blossoms thrown in there. Yet again, he'd never do it. Why? No guts, no glory.

Nonetheless, Watanuki adored the walking beauty besides him as they socialized about everything from school to even music as Himawari surprised him with the fact that she enjoyed Utada Hikaru. Utada, Utada, Utada- Watanuki had heard some of her music and found that they were good as a smile broadened into a grin on his face. Yes! Another thing in common! Score another one for Watanuki!

Both wore their school uniforms despite the early warmth of spring that had floated in the atmosphere. They both agreed that spring was a lovely season as Himawari took the moment to steal the scent of distant cherry blossoms that floated in the air. They were so beautiful as she smiled to herself. She was content and so was Watanuki as he merely thought of her in a cherry blossom field. Sure the flowers were beautiful but nothing compared to her.

'They're not as beautiful as you, Himawari,' Watanuki thought to himself as he listened to his friend socialize on about numerous things. Internally, he sighed to himself. Now if only he had to guts to actually say what he felt for her to her. However, there was either that damn Doumeki or something interrupting them. Speaking of which, they had finished their walk; Himawari only walked with Watanuki to the shop. As much as he would of invited her in they both acknowledged that she had to resume her studies at home to which she bowed to him and left Watanuki standing at the wall.

The wall. The wall that separated the norm from the fantasy, the ordinary from the strange, and the average from the questionable wonders of the world that lied behind the wall. Watanuki, Yuuko, and others knew about this mystery world where all seemed so normal before looking deep into the world and seeing more than met the eye. Watanuki had seen demons, a weird black creature named Mokona, phantom birds, and so many other things his head began to spin. He could only imagine what else lied within the strange shop that he had worked in as for a moment he leaned against the wall.

The thoughts that spun like a rapid carousel in his brain began to take hold of him; Himawari, schoolwork, the unusual nature of the shop, the few who maintained the shop, what lied within the shop itself, and how the things even got there were marked as eternal mysteries to Watanuki. He was new to the job even though time seemed to fly between the errands and cooking but nonetheless, his mind had finally seemed to take the heat of it all in that moment. Deep breaths, take deep breaths- it was all he could do really as he began to do so as the thoughts slowly began to dissipate. This was good. This was very good. Everything would just go back to normal and life would resume, the heat would be gone and- Watanuki felt his heart rate sky rocket like a NASA space shuttle as he felt a presence looming over him. His head shot straight up as before he knew it, he met eye to eye with the one person he really hated to see at the moment.

"Gah! What are you doing here," Watanuki spazzed as he eyed his frienemy who stuck to his usual stoic self.

"Nothing. I was just walking by when I saw you against the wall," Doumeki paused to observe the classmate before him as though he were a subtle lion eyeing his prey. "are you okay or something?"

"Yeah! Just fine! Why would you care any-," the spazzy Watanuki found himself pinned to the wall as his eyes instantly met Doumeki's behind the glasses. By now Doumeki had grown a slight smirk, something that Watanuki saw very rarely despite the fact that he attempted to avoid Doumeki 24/7 but somehow the young archer always found his way into Watanuki's view. The thoughts started to churn again as the pressure began to build within Watanuki as he found himself swallowing hard. Both at the thoughts and how Doumeki's hands pressed into his forearms; it was rough and aggressive but there was a faint gentleness in his eyes. What was this? Was Doumeki drunk or something? No, no, Doumeki wasn't like that...or was there more to the emotionless facade? The reasons swirled as to what could cause Doumeki to act this way as he could sense this. Nonetheless, only Doumeki knew his reason as he allowed a subtle yet audible snicker to be heard in his throat. Watanuki swallowed harder as he writhed in an attempt to get away from his classmate. This wasn't like him, something was wrong, and nothing of the supernatural thought of possession came to Watanuki's head. Besides, what would the supernatural want with a boy who couldn't see it? Then again mortals were usually the targets of things that went bump in the night.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing!? If this is some kind of sick game you're playing then you are-"

"Ssh," Doumeki's voice was like the charm of a cobra as it lured Watanuki into a slightly calmer state. The thoughts seemed to slip and the cure of deep breaths seemed distant as a faint blush came across Watanuki's cheeks. What was this? Watanuki liked girls! Not guys! So what the Hell was up with him acting like this!? Himawari, the sweet beautiful girl of his dreams came into his mind and then came Doumeki. The man he despised yet he was also the man who Himawari dubbed as his brother. Maybe there was more to this...maybe- no! Himawari was the only girl for him and- the thoughts stopped. Himawari slowly began to fade from Watanuki's mind as Doumeki pressed his lips to Watanuki's.

A warmth seemed to flow throughout the teenager's body. It was a warmth like no other as it caused his heart to pound madly, the very sound causing everything to seem insignificant in that moment. Watanuki felt his body drowning in this sensual feeling as he could only respond with the first thing that came to his mind as his lips pressed back to Doumeki's. Smirking against his lips, Doumeki deepened the kiss as his body instinctively pressed closer to Watanuki's. This warmth, this rush of blood and hormones roamed throughout their bodies- they wanted it, they needed it; it was something that they craved like an instinctive urge given at birth only to develop overtime into something that needed to be satisfied.

It was madness as once again Watanuki's mind became a vortex of swirling desires and an insatiable hunger that needed to be fed. He felt guilty as Hell for thinking these things when he should of been thinking of Himawari and kissing her instead of Doumeki but something about this felt so right. He allowed Doumeki's tongue to slip inside and caress his own tongue which caused Watanuki to turn a deep rose red. This was nuts. This was insane to be more precise as Watanuki responded by pressing his tongue to his', completely unsure of how to do this. Sure, he had seen the movies, read some of the books (for school) but Watanuki never knew how to be romantic physically. Nonetheless, he attempted to do what he could as he too deepened the kiss which caused Doumeki to chuckle lightly before pulling back.

He laughed even harder as soon as he saw Watanuki's blush which caused the red shade across his cheeks to deepen.

Doumeki grinned like the Cheshire Cat which caused Watanuki's heart to tense and almost stop beating if not for the fact that he was still breathing. His breathing quickened as if he were running from demons as his eyes never left Doumeki. Where in the world did that come from and why now and why to Watanuki!? So many questions, so little time- time seemed to quicken as Doumeki returned to Watanuki as his body was only a mere inch away from his'. The heat began to intensify as well as the friction between the two as Watanuki had to swallow hard. Doumeki's grin grew a bit wider as he traced a finger along Watanuki's unexposed skin. What lied under the school uniform was a thing figure to drive few wild into a state of euphoria or so Doumeki had concluded. Going downward more, Watanuki's heart rapidly increased in beating as if he would die at that moment. No one ever touched him like this, no one; a surge of despite began to well up inside him as he bit his lip hard.

"DOUMEKI WHAT ARE YOU-"

"Ssh. I love it when you spazz but...I need silence for this," Doumeki spoke with a voice that sent chills through Watanuki but at the same time caused shivers to dance along his spinal cord. It was terrifying but comforting as he felt his back stick to the wall like paper and glue, good Kami above what was this? It felt so good, so right yet so wrong- how did he know how to do these things? How to drive a person mad with such euphoria, such desire, such- it all stopped as he felt Doumeki's fingers press hard to Watanuki's abdomen. With this, Watanuki allowed a subtle moan to escape and Doumeki to stroke the unexposed flesh gently with a slight aggression that hungered for him. Him and only him, he was a victim to his frienemy as his heart banged madly against his ribs like a new prisoner in a cell. The stroking became an addiction to Watanuki as his body leaned into Doumeki's hand. Why had instinct betrayed him yet portrayed what he needed? Why was he acting this way? It was intoxicating as the moan grew a bit louder which caused Doumeki to pull back and stand before him.

So many questions, so little time. Why? Why did he do it? Why did he cause him such pleasure in such a few moments that seemed to last a lifetime? How did he do it? Why would he do it? It was all broken by the laugh of Doumeki which was creepily sexy or so Watanuki thought as he felt his knees weaken quickly. There was no possible way he could stand, not by the way Doumeki appeared in actions and words before him. What had once been seen as a stoic archer had instantly been transformed into a subtle lover who knew how to satisfy. So good. So freaking good. But how!? The reasons returned again more confusing and quicker than ever. What did Watanuki now feel for his frienemy? Why did he feel it? Was it just for the physical satisfaction? Why did Doumeki even start this? It was all broken as Doumeki kissed Watanuki's cheek as a suden euphoria overwhelmed him as he had to hold his body up from sinking to the pavement.

"See you in school," Doumeki spoke to break the air as he cupped Watanuki's faint blushing face and planted a simple yet sexy kiss on his boyish gentle lips. So warm. He wanted his kiss, he wanted his touch- it was a drug, a personal brand of heroine that he needed but was it to satisfy or be of love? No one knew this, not even Watanuki as he fell to the ground with half lidded eyes that watched Doumeki walk away as if it never happened.