april kisses

shoot to kill

by: samthegreat

disclaimer: um, mentions body parts in a dirty manner. be careful, children.

He tried to pretend he was someone else when he drew back the bow. He ignored the sting and pressure it placed on the tips of his fingers. He willed his mind to drift away, past the target and to another plane of existence where he was different then the person he was. And as he let the taut bow string go loose in his grasp in order to send it propelling towards his goal, he realized he had about two and a half seconds to flinch as the arrow awkwardly sprung backward and the feathered fletching hit him unceremoniously in the mouth.

"Wrong again," Doumeki scuffed, a few feet away from a fuming and stuttering Watanuki. The outraged boy grasped the offending arrow and snapped his head ominously towards the taller.

Face flushed, Watanuki snarled and latched on to the opportunity to fight. "Well, we can't all be so cool and good at such stupid things like archery. I don't even know why the hell I'm doing this! It's just another excuse to be humiliated!"

Doumeki rolled his eyes, "You were the one who wanted to learn, or have you forgotten your idiotic reasons already?"

"I know why I wanted to do this…I just didn't expect it to be so hard. I mean, if you can do it, why can't I?"

Watanuki allowed himself to sulk and think while Doumeki inspected the fletching of the aforementioned arrow. The bespectacled boy had his reasons, and in his mind, they were valid. Watanuki had come to terms with the fact that he had to spend so much time with the taller boy. He had accepted that, for reasons absurd to him, all the girls in their school worshiped and adored the archer. All of this he could deal with, but there was still one thing he couldn't accept…

"Himawari-chan!" Watanuki cried to the heavens as he pulled at his hair in torment. Doumeki looked on with the same impassive scrutiny he had paid to the arrow fletching.

Himawari-chan, the object of his undying love, also seemed to be at least a bit interested in the archer. And why? Watanuki was baffled. He might not have been in the top percent of their class, but he was smart like Doumeki. The taller boy might be the heart throb of the school, but (damn it!) he was just as good looking in his own thinking. Plus, he could cook!

However, it quickly occurred to Watanuki that maybe these things didn't matter to his lady love. That only left one attribute that Doumeki had in abundance and the other boy somewhat lacked.

"Curse you Doumeki Shizuka for being a super star athlete and stealing my Himawari-chan's heart!" Doumeki stared lazily at the finger pointed at his face. Gingerly, the tall archer took the digit in his own hand and pressed the arrow into Watanuki's captured palm.

"Try it one more time, idiot," Doumeki replied casually as he walked a few feet out of Watanuki line of shot, "And try not to suck this time."

"You're not giving me any kind of advice! You just expect me to be able to do this. Well, I can't!" The shorter boy crossed his arms in an attempt to show his disapproval and disgust, but just ended up looking awkward with the bow and arrow held in his clamped fists.

"Well, your stance is weak, you're not holding the arrow right, and the face you make each time you concentrate on the target makes you look constipated."

"I was only imitating you, you idiot," Watanuki raged as he tossed the bow and arrow on the ground and braced himself for yet another argument.

Doumeki frowned at the mistreatment of his equipment as he quipped back. "I know I don't look like that when I'm aiming."

"And why's that?"

"Because it wouldn't be an appropriate face to make while fantasizing what I'd like the target to be."

"And what is that?"

Doumeki swiftly picked up the bow and arrow and shoved them into the other boy's grasp. He pushed and prodded Watanuki's body into the appropriate stance. Shoulders back, back straight, feet parted, head steady. "Now," Doumeki breathed into Watanuki's ear as he held the boy's hips in place, "I always imagine the target as being a mouth."

Watanuki attempted to twist out of the taller boy's grasp but failed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He felt a tightening pressure on his hips and the breath on his ear traveled down to his neck. "I imagine that the target is a mouth. A warm, comforting, parted mouth."

Watanuki swallowed hard and fought the blush that he felt spreading across his face and to his ears. "Why in the world would you imagine something like that?"

One of the hands grasping the shorter boy's hips moved to his side and began gently rubbing his ribs. "Well, it would be easier to understand why if you knew what other body part I imagine the arrow to be."

Watanuki froze. He knew he had two options available to him. One: he could freak out now and accuse Doumeki of being perverted before he found out what the boy meant, or Two: he could ask and hope for the best. A warm and firm hardness pressed against his lower back made him decide to take the first route.

"Oh my god! You pervert! You're just using this as an excuse to molest me!" The shorter boy leaped away from the other's tall form and rounded on him, fully prepared to retaliate if need be. He tried to avoid looking at the large bulge in the front of the archer's pants, but he still couldn't control his blush.

He felt himself stiffen as Doumeki crossed the distance between them. The intensity of the other's eyes was more then intimidating. The taller boy reached his hand behind Watanuki's neck and drew him close, placing his forehand against the furrowed one of the other boy. "I don't need an excuse to molest you," Doumeki breathed heavily against Watanuki's mouth before he indulged in rough kiss.

Satisfied that the shorter didn't fight, the archer pulled away with a smirk. He distanced himself somewhat and prompted the still shocked boy to take aim once more.

Shaking slightly, Watanuki faced the target with bow and arrow in hand. He weakly pulled the string back and tried to imagine a mouth. A thin mouth, a mouth that remains impassive unless it's busy mocking him. A mouth that, until now, he had never been able to imagine smiling or kissing or biting or…sucking. He swallowed hard and released the arrow.

A hand settled on the bespectacled boy's shoulder, but his eyes remanded on the target. Two pairs of eyes looked from the still intact target to the arrow lying on the ground a few feet away from its goal. The disappointment wasn't allowed to reach Watanuki, for he felt a firm form lean heavily against him.

Taking the chance while he could and preparing for the spastic flailing he knew was to come, Doumeki breathed against Watanuki's ear, "Oi, I suppose this means you'll have to be the target and I'll be the arrow."

"Pervert."

thanks to those who reviewed. i'm not dead, just busy. I'll try to update more. promise, honest.