This was so hard to write, considering the writer's block that decided to hit me because I'm writing in a different environment, but here it is, as promised, though it was promised a looong time ago!
WARNING - please read the warning!
WARNING: This chapter contains material UNSUITABLE for children. I promised you smut, butI unfortunately forgot to mention that it was going to be very visual smut. The very smutty kind It's advised for you to skip this chapter if you're not at least 18 years of age. You've been warned, I can't get sued or anything :D Also, if anybody has ANYTHING against romantic and/or sexual relationships between two men, not only should you not read this chapter, you should give up on the entire story while you're at it.
Also a Disclaimer: CLAMP owns the two bishies. I hope they don't mind us turning them into Donuts
And let's try this one more time.
WARNING. VERY VISUAL SMUT. THE YAOI KIND. MUAHAHAHAHA!
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One, two... Bottoms up. Watanuki tipped the glass back, letting his eyes close as he gulped the liquid down, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.
...Yuuko was right. It was sweet. It was the sweetest thing that Watanuki had ever tried without getting disgusted over how sweet it was. He could almost feel the cool liquid make its way all the way down to his toes… The feeling should have freaked him out, but he found himself enjoying it instead.
"It really is calming," he mumbled under his breath as he set his empty glass down.
Were all his muscles relaxing, or was it just his imagination? It was as if he could feel all the strain washing away from his body to be replaced by a gentle coolness that was alien to him. The alertness and jumpiness he was so used do were slowly fading, and that confused him. He'd never…felt like that before… His mind refused to concentrate on his crumbling vigilance, defying his will and focusing itself completely on the man that was still standing behind him. He was hardly aware of the feathery feeling that was starting to settle underneath his skin. Everything felt so…slow…
"What…was that…?" Watanuki groaned softly, raising one hand and pressing the palm against his forehead. He didn't hurt anywhere and he wasn't dizzy, but something was different in his head. The thoughts he usually had were still in there, but just as he'd try to put a finger on them they would slide out of the way, slide, slide, slide, and although he was somewhat aware of them…they just… What was he thinking now? The cool feeling was weird. It was cold, but hot at the same time. Was he sweating? No, he wasn't… His forehead was dry. Then..?
His fuzzy thoughts became even fuzzier when Doumeki moved, wrapping his arms around Watanuki and pressing him against his chest.
"D-DOUMEKI!" he stammered, his eyes opening wide as his hands fumbled with Doumeki's. He wanted to pry the arms open and release himself, but failed miserably when he felt Doumeki's tongue on his neck. He squeaked, slapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Doumeki chuckled, his warm breath sending a static through Watanuki that drained away all of his power to resist. "Wh-what…are you doing?" he managed to ask after Doumeki made it obvious that he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
"Moving," Doumeki replied simply, then as an afterthought added, "closer."
"You idiot! That's not what I asked you to do and you know it!"
"You should have made yourself clearer."
"S-Stop, STOP KISSING THERE!" the young seer choked out as Doumeki began to trail his neckline with soft kisses, slowly making his way up to the shorter boy's chin. Watanuki tried to squirm, embarrassing himself by how weak his resistance was. There was no getting away. Doumeki halted all movement by flicking his tongue on the skin right under Watanuki's ear. He was rewarded by a soft peeping sound that made him chuckle once more. "What's wrong with you? I'm a guy! Let me go!"
"No."
Watanuki then found himself being spun around, swiftly yet gently. The change in surroundings was so sudden that he had to blink a couple of times before he realized that the guy standing in front of him was Doumeki. He looked different. Well, he still looked the same, but his eyes were different, locking onto his gaze with a passion that Watanuki had never thought possible - especially for the stoic face that was now gazing down upon him. The look was frightening at the same time that it was alarmingly arousing. He felt trapped, cornered by a predator that he had never deemed unsafe before. Those eyes…they were dangerous. They made the inch between their bodies feel like nothing.
"Doumeki-"
"Shh," Doumeki interrupted, raising one hand to gently place one finger on Watanuki's lips. "Don't think."
He leaned in slowly, hesitated, leaned in a little more, refusing to break their gaze as he gently brushed his lips over Watanuki's. Electricity zapped through Watanuki's body, his skin exploding in goosebumps as his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. He instictively grasped at the counter edge behind him, squeezing it tightly as the archer brought their lips together once more, lingering for a moment before pulling away. He hadn't broken eye contact. He had no idea how he'd managed not to, but he did it. Even though his chest was so tight that it hurt, even though his stomach was a knot, even though his knees were threatening to crumble beneath him and his lips burned with the lingering feeling of Doumeki's warmth, he didn't look away. Doumeki wasn't moving any more...and Watanuki knew just what his eyes were asking.
'The choice to think was never mine,' he sighed inwardly as his hands, seeming to move on their own accord, let go of the counter. He felt himself wobble slightly before his fists closed around the material of Doumeki's shirt, pulling the archer closer in silent permission.
Was it surprise that flared in Doumeki's eyes, or was it relief? It didn't matter. Just like how their lips were once again pressed together despite the fact that they were rivals, it didn't matter. Despite the fact that they were both guys, and though it should have, it didn't matter... All that was important now was to touch, to taste, to feel that there's somebody there. Every other thought faded to the background.
Doumeki's arms had once more tightened around Watanuki and he nibbled softly on the seer's lower lip, flicking his tongue almost leisurely and coaxing his way in. Watanuki's lips parted invitingly, his own tongue instantly engaging in a passionate battle with Doumeki's, a battle they would both win either way. He let his arms slither upwards, wrapping them around Doumeki's neck and clinging onto him tightly.
"Watanuki," Doumeki gasped when they finally pulled away to breathe. His eyes searched Watanuki's deeply, a soft frown creasing his brows. "You know that if we do this-"
Watanuki felt too fuzzy-mineded to argue, so he settled with kissing him instead, sealing his lips with his own and strengthening the fire that had burst into existence between them. He took Doumeki's earlier advice to heart, and refused to think.
He let himself make the first move, his trembling hands fumbling with the buttons on Doumeki's shirt as he continued to kiss him, tilting his head slightly in order for Doumeki to deeped it further. They stumbled away from the counter as the first shirt fell to the ground. Cloth continued to fall and one of them tripped, causing for both of them to crash down together. Watanuki gasped at the sudden weight on top of him as the air rushed out of his lungs, but when Doumeki began to pull away, worried, he chuckled and tightened his hold on him. That appeared to be enough incentive for Doumeki to lower himself on the seer, burrying his face in the crook of Watanuki's neck and nibbling softly on the sensitive skin he found there.
Hands were feeling, lips claiming, eyes burning with desire. Watanuki gasped when Doumeki's tongue trailed down his chest, the taller boy's hands working on his belt. A passionate fever overcame him when Doumeki's hand slipped into his pants, stroking him gently. The fever turned into shivers, and he moaned, unsure of whether he should urge him on or pull away. Doumeki's tongue flicking into his bellybutton erased all worry, along with every other thought as he slapped his hands over his mouth to muffle the ticklish squeak. That shameless-
"Oh," he groaned, finding himself once more unable to concentrate as Doumeki's hand wrapped around him, stroking gently. That feeling was shortly followed another touch, a warmer, wetter touch... "D-Doumeki!" he gasped, reaching his hands towards Doumeki in the intent of pulling him away. He was a second too late. He felt Doumeki's mouth close in around him and all of his shock and surprise melted right out of him. His fingers curled into the archer's hair and he arched back. He never would have expected it to feel that way; the sensations that were coursing through his body were all new to him. It was pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He wanted it to continue forever while at the same time prayed for it to stop. He couldn't take much more of- "Doumeki," he moaned softly, his toes curling against his will as he brought his knees up a little, his eyes closing tightly. The feeling was too intense... "Doumeki, please..." What was that need that he was feeling? Another alien feeling... He felt a yearning that he just couldn't place... He forced himself to open his eyes and look down at Doumeki, to look down at what he would have never expected to happen. Doumeki pleasuring him... "Please..."
His pleas did the trick, drawing a groan from Doumeki as the boy finally looked up. Watanuki once more found himself unable to move. The way he was looking at him, running his tongue up the length of him once more, eyes demanding...it was horrifyingly arousing. Doumeki should never look that way...
The archer brought himself back up slowly, lingering over Watanuki's chest to take one tight-budded nipple into his mouth and suckle gently. Once more Watanuki moaned, and he had to fight back the urge to run his nails down the other boy's back. The feeling was going to make him burst- "Doumeki," he almost growled, reaching one hand down to Doumeki's still-buckled pants and cupping what happened to be a very apparent indication that Doumeki wanted him - badly. He smirked as he realized that Doumeki had frozen stiff by his touch, his hands clenched tightly where he supported himself on the ground, and so Watanuki ran his hand over the bulge, applying gentle pressure. This time Doumeki's groan was different, seeming to gurgle up from his very core...
"You're treading on dangerous grounds, Watanuki," he murmured softly, his hands gripping at Watanuki's pants and tugging them down. He gave Watanuki one last swift bite before he pulled himself down and out of his reach, swiftly getting rid of Watanuki's pants and shoes - fast enough that Watanuki blinked in shock when he found himself splayed on the ground, fully naked. Doumeki then covered him with his own body, distracting him once more with a kiss. Watanuki was the one to plunge into the depths of his mouth, his tongue making the demands that his voice could not. He was kissed back just as passionately, tongues swirling in a dance of mutual desire. He could taste himself on Doumeki's tongue, but for some reason it didn't matter. Any way that Doumeki tasted was good...
"Doumeki," he whined when the archer pulled away and tried to pull him back down, to devour all of him so that maybe the ardent desire in him would douse slightly, that desire that Watanuki simply couldn't place - but Doumeki resisted. Eyes locked, hearts racing, they just gazed at each other silently until Doumeki spoke.
"This is dangerous," he said softly, his expression serious. "You're going to-"
"I wan't you, Doumeki." There! He placed it. And he knew he was right by the way his chest felt lighter after he'd said it. He wanted Doumeki...and by the looks of things, Doumeki wanted him too.
This time it was Doumeki's mind that was swiped clean and he sighed in defeat, reaching down to undo his own pants. Watanuki automatically wrapped his legs around Doumeki's waist, refusing to wait a moment longer- "Watanuki," Doumeki gasped right before their lips crashed together once more. He placed one hand on the seer's chest, forcing himself to push him away just one last time...and by the look that Watanuki gave him, he instantly decided never to do that again. "It's too soon, Watanuki- hey!" He was being kissed again, his warnings completely ignored. Watanuki tightened the grip that his legs had on him and he arched upwards, growling in demand as the fire in his chest continued to torment him.
"Doumeki."
"You're not ready-"
"Now, Doumeki!" Watanuki felt really proud, seeing the effect that his words had on the usually stoic-faced archer. This time they gave him a resigned expression, one that only party veiled a yearning that must have rivaled Watanuki's.
"It's going to hurt."
"I don't care, I don't-" ...He did.
This time he did run his nails down Doumeki's back, gripping onto him tightly as the archer burried himself in Watanuki's body. He noticed that he was holding his breath and forced himself to gasp for air, closing his eyes and whimpering softly as the pain ripped through him once more. Yes, it hurt...but he didn't want Doumeki to stop. The second thrust hurt a little less than the first, and the third was even more bearable. Doumeki had been right when he'd stated that Watanuki hadn't been physically prepared for it, but Watanuki knew he couldn't have waited any longer...so he beared with the pain. He kept his eyes closed, holding Doumeki close to him and his legs tight around his waist, gasping at the feelings that slowly became noticeable as the pain slowly lessened. It still hurt - like hell - but for some reason he could see past it. Was it the drink? He had almost forgotten all about the drink.
"Watanuki..." He heard his name whispered huskily and couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes to gaze up at the owner of the voice. Doumeki gazed back at him, a tinge of sadness and regret in his eyes as he ran a finger over Watanuki's cheek, wiping away a tear that Watanuki never remembered shedding. The self-loathing look in Doumeki's eyes was too much for him to bare and he prodded himself up on his elbows, kissing the archer gently, the sound of his name beig whispered to him still ringing in his mind.
"Don't stop..."
Having been given the reassurance that he needed, Doumeki kissed him back, caressing him softly as he began to move once more. For some reason, with Doumeki's arms wrapped around him, with Doumeki's heat burning against his skin, it didn't hurt as much.
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I'M SORRY! I got a new laptop and it doenst have word so I can't spell check! I'm sorry! I had to get it up today because I promised! -bow- I'll revise it later today or tomorrow, I swear, but I have to go to work now and I promised to post this today. :) I hope it wasn't too explicit or too non explicit (so many kinds of yaoi readers out there...) and this is the first...lemon that I share with the world (the second that I actually write) so please take it easy on me. A few more chapters for the story.
I'm gonna be late! I have to go! Please review, I love you guys.
-k.s-
ps. explanations on what the drink actually WAS: next chapter :) when you see Yuuko. lol, I love that drink.
pps. I just tried going over it to revise. This chapter makes me feel so embarrassed that I think I'm just gonna leave it like this for now -sweatdrop- Anyways, like I said, there are a few more chapters yet... This lemon happened thanks to the drink, which you'll learn about next chapter, or next TWO chapters depending on how long I decide to make them. The story will end with yet another lemon (which I dread to write, since I suck at this kind of stuff) but this time they will be A) sober, B) prepared! -yay- Yes, that one won't be as rushed as this time. I hope. ANYWAYS CHANGE OF SUBJECT-
Hope it wasn't too horrible, please review... I'll try to have another up soon, but we're moving in a week and we pack all day... I'll try... Sankyuu for sticking with me so far...
-Shinri
