april kisses
how to make a fox jealous
by: samthegreat
disclaimer: same
It seemed to really like Watanuki. More and more often, it could be found stowing away in the school uniform of the thin boy, prompting lots of excited gasps, screams, and giggles. Luckily for the boy, the pipe fox was a spirit and the cooing and cuddling it did so often could not be seen by the average individual. Unfortunately, it was well with in the spectrum of viewing for Doumeki.
The archer had decided long ago that he didn't much like the little beast. It wasn't as if he found it overly annoying, as he did most things. In fact, he did feel a small bit of appreciation for the fact that the thing seemed to be able to protect the bespectacled boy in the event of Doumeki's absence. He knew the little fox spirit wasn't meant to be the sole provider of protection for the boy, so he was by no means threatened. But, the more he saw the little creature wind its long body around the delicate neck and shoulders of Watanuki, the more he felt an eerie tinge of jealously creep into the base of his spinal column and send horrible shots dancing down his back.
The first time he encountered the fox, he was almost certain he saw admiration in those beady, black eyes. He had brushed it off, but now he saw just how attached the spirit was to the other boy. Doumeki maintained his dislike for the thing, but he found that he just couldn't help the urge to glare openly at it whenever Watanuki would reward it with a smile or pet.
It just wasn't fair.
"Oi, are you going to bring that thing with you every day?"
Watanuki looked up from his lunch and unconsciously tilted his head to the side where the fox spirit rested. "I don't plan on it. It just kind of seems to like me. Not that it's any of your business."
The fox spirit nuzzled the bespectacled boy's cheek and slid behind his neck. It slithered into his school uniform and proceeded to explore the space between cloth and skin. This produced squirms and giggles from the boy as he desperately tried to reach the creature nestled deep inside his shirt. Doumeki couldn't help but roll his eyes at a scene that he might have thought cute or amusing at one time.
"Bringing it to school with you every day just causes you to look like even more of an idiot than you already are." He leaned over to the squirming boy and placed his hand innocently on Watanuki's thigh. Doumeki didn't miss the blush it produced. He tentatively reached into the back of the other boy's school shirt to retrieve the furry thing.
Rough hand passing hair, gracing the skin of the neck, a ghost of white shirt collar, the flesh of his creamy, lean back.
The squirming from the bespectacled boy stopped as the taller of the two continued to fish. He took full advantage of the unusually still Watanuki. Long, skilled fingers slid over flesh. He explored the protrusions caused by the smaller boy's back bone. He memorized the untainted skin as if this was the last time he might get to enjoy it. 'And who knows,' he reasoned, 'it could be.'
He was finally rewarded by a slight shiver and felt the electricity dance down the other boy's back. He had to smile. It was all to perfect until that familiar furriness graced his palm.
Doumeki reluctantly pulled the small fox spirit out of the other's shirt. The archer looked down to notice the grip Watanuki had on the ground below him. He offered the occupied limb as a new perch for the little spirit. "You can let go of the ground now."
The shorter boy glared through his continued blushing, "And you could let go of my thigh now."
Doumeki looked down at his hand clamped on to Watanuki's upper thigh. He gave a quick squeeze, as if to measure the flesh and the reality of the whole situation. His eyes met irked azure. He stared back honestly, "I could..."
The eyes attempting to stare through him softened with a subtle confusion and then a flash of understanding. He waited for anger to replace the comprehension he saw, but it never came. All he could read was acceptance in those strikingly clear eyes. He felt himself leaning in and waited to reach his prize, eyes closing as he did.
When he reached the other boy, only one thought consumed him: there is no way Watanuki could be this fuzzy.
He pulled back quickly and tried to suppress both his surprise and anger as the pipe fox spirit mewed lovingly at him. It floated down Watanuki's arm and wound itself up to Doumeki's shoulder, nuzzling the boy's cheek when he settled himself. Looking over at the shorter boy, he couldn't help but fume as he saw the utterly amused and delighted face that was the target of his kiss.
"Don't even say it," Doumeki growled between clenched teeth.
But the words had already escaped the shorter boy's mouth with a laugh. "It looks like some one has a crush on you, Doumeki."
The archer looked down at the content thing that rested entwined with his right limb. Though it was teasing, the smile on the shorter boy's face had been a sweet and sincere one. Chuckling to himself, Watanuki leaned in deeply, lips aiming for Doumeki's own, with every intention of making the little pipe fox spirit jealous.
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