A/N: (bows in apology) I'm so sorry that this chapter took me so long, I seriously wrote 4 different versions and this was the one I went with. But I hope I have made up for the wait by giving you another lemon, yeah lemons! So please enjoy.
Disclaimer: xxxHolic is owned by CLAMP, but Emi is all mine, they can't have her.
Warning: Truly yummy sexual content. :3
Chapter Nana
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Watanuki had finally returned home from his fun-filled day of friendly visits. When he walked into his room Doumeki's was sitting at the dining table watching the small t.v. on the floor.
"What are you watching?" Doumeki didn't turn away from the screen. "News." He said gruffly.
"Oh..." What's his problem? Watanuki listened in to the news anchor who came on screen. "The man responsible for the series of traffic accidents within the Tokyo prefecture was finally found." Watanuki's mouth fell open as he scrambled to sit down at the opposite side of the table. "We'll go to Honda-san at the scene for more details." The screen suddenly switched to a mid-built man, who was standing in front of a bridge crossing over an aqueduct, the background was filled with bustling police and firemen who were running in and out of the screen. The man began to speak into his mic. "Thank you Akira-senpai. Yes, the culprit, Daichi Saito, 32, has been put to rest. The man was heading over this bridge when he completely lost control of his vehicle, crashing into the side of the bridge, and dislodged a gas pipe, which impaled the man through the windshield and went straight through his neck. However due to the leaking gas and the impact of the collision the vehicle caught fire and burned the man alive."
Watanuki jumped up in eager triumph and Doumeki finally looked at the overjoyed boy. "Ha, it seems Mr. Daichi isn't so intelligent after all! (1)" He snickered at the screen as a picture of the man before his death appeared on screen, "Yep, that's him alright. Isn't this great Doumeki?" Doumeki didn't respond. He turned away from Watanuki's smiling face. "Sure."
"Ehh, what's got you robes in a bunch?" Doumeki looked back at his confused companion. "It was bound to happen, wasn't it? It was just his karma, right?" Doumeki continued to glare at Watanuki, who didn't seem to get the reference. "I suppose so." There was a long pause. "I'm...gonna start making dinner. What can I get yo-" Watanuki's hands clapped over his mouth, he was so used to feeding Doumeki that he forgot that his spirit probably couldn't consume the food. "Ah, sorry." Doumeki wasn't really listening as Watanuki walked towards the kitchen. Dammit, why doesn't he get it?
Watanuki was keeping his hands occupied by chopping several vegetables, none of which were ingredients for what he was planning to eat. Jeez, what in the hell is his problem? I mean I understand that he must really hate the guy who ran him over, but he sure has a weird way of showing it, he didn't seem to care at all! I never thought it was possible for him to tick me off anymore than he usually does, but this, THIS, is on a whole other level.
Doumeki had to make an effort for Watanuki to realize he was in the kitchen by loudly lifting himself to sit on the counter. The seemingly musing Watanuki turned and folded his arms, leaning his hip on the stove. "What?"
Doumeki's gaze softened. "I'm hungry." Watanuki suddenly felt guilt crowd in the pit of his stomach. "But I can't eat, can I?" Doumeki motioned for him to come over, which he complied to.
"Feed me." was Doumeki's whispered continuation when Watanuki had finally reached him. "Wha-" Doumeki leaned down and licked the patch of skin behind Watanuki's right ear. "You."
"I don't think I taste very good." had slipped before Watanuki could catch his tongue. Doumeki chuckled, "But you're delicious."
Doumeki's hands groped at Watanuki's hips as the younger boy's eager hands slipped into Doumeki's robe, trying to memorize his physic by touch. Their tongues engaged in a competitive dance, but it was Watanuki who withdrew first. He kneeled down and gently tugged at Doumeki's pants, who grabbed his hands at the attempt. "What are you doing?" Watanuki was dumbfounded, "Well, I was gonna," What should I say? "you know," 'I want you', why can't I just say that? "pay you back I guess."
Doumeki's face went incredibly stern. "What did you say?" Watanuki stood up and began to fumble with his hands. What was he expecting me to say? I mean that's the only reason he would do this with me right? The only reason for him to want to touch me, considering everything I've put him through. Watanuki was unexpectedly shoved to the floor, Doumeki's eyes aflame. "This isn't about me getting back at you!" Doumeki rammed his lips into Watanuki's, as if trying to meld them together. Doumeki spoke as he moved down Watanuki neck. "This isn't." Down his chest. "Don't you get it?" he brushed across Watanuki's now barren waist. "I would never use you for something so idiotic and selfish." Calloused hands ran down the inside of his left thigh. Watanuki was a series of disconnected moans, and it made it hard for him to comprehend what it was that Doumeki was saying. Unyielding lips crept up the other leg. "Why don't you get it?" Doumeki's voice was almost pleading and it made Watanuki shake all over. He sat back on his legs not looking at Watanuki. The younger one was trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were glued to the out of character Doumeki. "What...do you mean?" Watanuki responded breathlessly to the silence.
"Do you really think that I'm that much of a jerk that I would do this just in spite of you?"
Watanuki suddenly felt so incredibly horrible, how could he be such an idiot? "N-no, I never, for one second, thought that. I just...never considered that..." Watanuki turned away. Doumeki waited, but then decided to speak when Watanuki didn't. "Considered what? That I would actually care about you? That I'm not just some saint who saves people out of charity?"
Watanuki smiled. That's exactly it. Watanuki sat up and shrugged off his shirt, which was already hanging from his shoulders, and placed his hands onto Doumeki's slightly bare chest, as he slowly eased his body weight onto them, weakly pinning Doumeki to the floor. "I guess I thought too highly of you then." He slowly pressed his lips to Doumeki's naval letting his tongue slowly outline it. Doumeki shuddered hard and it greatly boosted Watanuki's confidence, because he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Watanuki proceeded in breathing "Shizuka" all over Doumeki's chest, but was abruptly lifted and placed onto the cold linoleum ground. Doumeki started to laugh. "That was very nice, but did you really think I would let you be the seme?"
Watanuki's face flushed, "I had hoped so." He deliberately feigned a pout. Doumeki's grin grew and he flipped Watanuki onto his stomach, trailing kisses down his spine. Watanuki arched as Doumeki teasingly licked his entrance. Watanuki was shaking all over and he was overly hardened at this point. "Shizuka, I want...I want more." Doumeki almost staggered back a little. "Are you sure?" Watanuki's body heavily shivered in anticipation. "Mm hmm." Doumeki was quickly on his feet and scanned the kitchen. Watanuki turned to look for the reason why Doumeki had left him right when he had wanted him the most. "What is it Doumeki?" He stared questioningly as Doumeki quickly walked to the counter, a twisted grin on his face.
He held up a plastic container which Watanuki had just taken from the fridge, back when he was planning to eat. "Peach yogurt huh?" He opened up the container and lathered two of his fingers with it. Watanuki did not understand what Doumeki was thinking. Doumeki began to approach him along with the opened container. He kneeled down in-between Watanuki's legs and eagerly engaged in an intense kiss, trying to distract Watanuki from where his coated fingers were headed. Watanuki tensed as one of them penetrated his entrance, his eyes opened wide and he gasped in Doumeki's mouth. "Good?" Watanuki shook his head. "Its so cold." Doumeki began to move his finger. I'll have to warm it up then. He added another finger, earning another well-deserved moan. He slowly scissored them and Watanuki began to squirm. "Mnn, more Shizuka." Doumeki was straining enough to keep a hold on his self-restraint. He didn't want to hurt Watanuki more then was already physically necessary. "You're driving me insane." Watanuki's voice was so alluring Doumeki practically broke. He removed his fingers, Watanuki releasing a complaining whimper, and dipped his hand into the chilled yogurt. He began to lather the stretched entrance and Watanuki sighed deeply. Doumeki placed his arching member to the inviting hole and braced Watanuki's hips. "Ready?" Watanuki looked back at Doumeki's concerned face. "Yes." Doumeki let out a sigh as he slowly began to slide in, and Watanuki's head flung back.
"ow" Watanuki lightly breathed, trying to get accustomed to the feeling. Doumeki froze. "Does it hurt, should I stop?" Watanuki smiled and his voice was strained from pleasure. "Yea, but it feels so amazingly good, please don't stop." Doumeki was hesitant as he slightly began to rock his hips. Watanuki started to respond and they began a consistent rhythm. Watanuki's moans and demands grew more insistent, along with their pace as they approached climax. Doumeki started to thrust in more fiercely, almost completely pulling out before sending it back in again, and Watanuki groaned as Doumeki hit his prostate.
Watanuki scratched his fingers down Doumeki's back, yelling his name, as he released over their sweat stained abdomens, Doumeki soon after, sweetly whispering "Kimihiro" into Watanuki's ear. He then slowly pulled out and lay gently onto Watanuki's chest.
Watanuki brushed the short hair out of Doumeki's face and grabbed for the hand that had been previously coated in the creamy lubricant, traces of which still held to Doumeki's fingers. Watanuki frowned. "I can never think of yogurt the same way again." Doumeki lightly laughed into the boy's small chest. Watanuki placed the finger's in his mouth, throughly cleaning them off. "You're right I am delicious." Watanuki smiled down to Doumeki's watching face. He pulled away his hand and raised himself over Watanuki with his palms. "I'm waiting." Watanuki became confused. "For what?" Doumeki leaned his face closer. "Fine, I'll start." He pulled back. "I, Doumeki Shizuka, promise to love and protect you, for however long this body will allow." Watanuki snickered. How corny, is this really Doumeki? Doumeki frowned, "Your turn." Watanuki smiled and laced his arms around Doumeki's neck pulling him closer so he could speak into his mouth. "I, Watanuki Kimihiro, promise to love and depend on you, for however long this body will allow." Their lips locked, sweet understanding seeping from their caress. Watanuki didn't remember the kiss breaking as he drifted off into wonderful bliss.
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The full-moon light from outside seeped in through the open window. Watanuki's eyes slowly opened and he noticed something was completely different. For one, he was unbearably sore in unmentionable places, and two he was laying alone in his futon and yet was still stark naked. He looked around for his missing companion. Where is he? "Doumeki?" his whisper traveled undisturbed throughout his apartment. He attempted to stand but quickly sat back down, pain shearing though his back. "Dammit Doumeki, you can't just make me crippled and then leave." Something in the back of his mind registered. "Oh crap." Watanuki jumped to his feet, ignoring the large amount of discomfort the action had ensued. He ran into the bathroom, "Doumeki?" To the kitchen, "Doumeki?" Underneath the dining table. "Do-u-me-ki?" He stood up. CrapCrapCrapCrap. He ran to his closet, grabbed a pair of jeans, which he very slowly eased on, and was struggling with his shirt as he bolted out the front door.
As he continued to run down the deserted street he realized that something else was off. Where the heck are all the spirits? Its a freaking full-moon for crimany's sakes. he slowed shaking his head. Why am I getting angry about this, its a good thing they're not around. Watanuki came back to his senses was he sprinted down the the walkway and into the automatic door's of the hospital. As he entered he noticed two nurses hurriedly scurrying down the hallway that lead to Doumeki's room. No. He began to run after them. The woman at the front desk yelled after him. "Sir, visiting hours are over!" He ignored her and kept running.
He finally caught up to the nurses as they were just about to reach the door leading to Doumeki. "What happened? Is he alright?" Watanuki panted, the nurses turned in surprise. One of the nurses, which had assisted him before, smiled, the other one spoke. "Visiting hours are ov-" The smiling nurse waved her hand to shush the talking one. "He's awake." Her smile widened as she saw the look of complete relief spread across Watanuki's face. Watanuki abruptly hugged the nurse who had delivered such fantastic news. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He let go and ran into Doumeki's room, leaving the two nurses shocked and giggling to themselves.
Doumeki's head turned towards the door when he heard someone enter. A grin came to his lips which didn't touch his eyes as Watanuki approached his bed. Watanuki placed his hand on Doumeki's cheek, his stoic eyes widening a bit at the touch. Good, it wasn't just a dream, Doumeki thought. Watanuki spoke, "How are you feeling." The forbearing smile widened. "Just peachy." Watanuki's face went red, as he lightly knocked the top of Doumeki's head and leaned in closer. "Stupid." Watanuki lovingly kissed Doumeki's bruised and slightly swollen lips. "That was the shortest coma I've ever heard of." The two boys smiled as they rested their foreheads on the others.
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Yuko was sitting at her long coffee table across from the slender, black-haired girl who had entered her shop. "So it's happening again, Emi (2)?" Yuko brought her detailed pipe to her lips. The girl shook her head. "It started to tare, and lead to them this time, that's why I came." Yuko gazed down at the table. "I see," another intake of smoke. "They'll be here once the other has recovered. Feel free to take your normal room." Yuko stood, the uncountable folds in her kimono majestically straightening themselves out. "Maru, Moro, please guide our guest to her room." The two girls entered and ran to Emi. "Come this way," they chimed in together, "come this way." Emi followed the chanting girls, bowing to Yuko on the way out.
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(1) Daichi can mean wisdom or intellect, hence Watanuki's remark.
(2) Emi means blessing or favor, as well as beautiful picture. (This will have some relevance later.)
Seme- the offense, I guess you could say. (nervous laughter)
A/N: Yeah! Chapter 7 is finally over, which means that its time for the falling action in my plot line of destiny. Whoohoo! I hope you thought that Daichi's punishment was severe enough, I always that that being impaled by something and then burning alive would be a pretty terrible way to go. I'm going to try to start chapter 8 asap, but I can't promise anything. It will probably be uploaded sometime tonight or tomorrow morning, I'm figuring it will be easier to write than 7 because now I know for sure what's going to happen. So stay posted! Please review, I loves them so very much.
