Possession

My first EVER fanfic, sorry if it sucks!

Disclaimer: of course I do not own any of CLAMP's fantastic work, I'm just a fan having fun with their character's

"I wonder what Yûko has planned for us this time?" A perplexed Watanuki muttered under his breath, as he and Doumeki walked along a beaten mud track in the middle of the Japanese countryside. "This path just seems to be getting longer!" and indeed, the tree they had spotted minutes earlier did not appear to be getting any nearer.

"I'm sure we'll get their soon, if you just stop being such an idiot." Teased Doumeki, with his usual blank face.

"You're the idiot if you can't see that we are not getting an inch closer to that tr-"

And as he said this, the tree that had just moments before been about half a mile away, appeared before Watanuki's feet. "Arghh!" he shouted, arms flailing about as he tried to stop himself crashing into it.

"Need some help?" asked the ever stoic Doumeki.

"No, I do not need some help, you IDIOT!" Watanuki said as he failed to stay balanced and fell on his ass. "It's all your fault I fell; if you hadn't been talking…" Watanuki's ranting stopped as he saw that a door had appeared on the tree. "What the HELL is this!" he glanced at Doumeki, but as usual he just shrugged, and his blank face gave away no clue. With a grumble, Watanuki turned back to the tree, just as two of it's branches lunged forward and proceeded to grab the two boys by the necks of their uniforms.

"Arghh! Get off!" shouted Watanuki, as they were both forced through the now opened-door tree. The branches let go quickly and they were dumped on a hard-cold floor, in the dark.

"Oi! What's going on?" asked Doumeki.

"How the hell should I know!"

"Didn't Yûko tell you what we're meant to be doing?"

"No, you idiot, all she said was to follow the path; I tried to get more out of her but she had already opened a new bottle of sake…" Watanuki's words drifted off as the room suddenly lit up.

Torches on the walls had lit up, and Doumeki and Watanuki could now see their surroundings.

"What the…?" Doumeki muttered as he saw what appeared to be a luxurious circular room that had a magnificent four-poster bed, a glowing fireplace, and a beautifully soft crimson rug. But most amazing of all was the mural of a forest on all the walls, which was so exquisite in detail that each tree and creature looked alive. "Wow…" whispered Doumeki, he glanced at Watanuki who actually looked speechless for once. "Hey, do you think this is the actual inside of that tree?" As the shape and texture of the walls and floor seemed to answer his own question.

"But where's the door?" asked Watanuki. After another minute or two of silence, Watanuki suddenly cried out, "Great! I'm stuck in a tree with stupid Do-"

On the unusual occurrence of Watanuki falling silent mid-rant, Doumeki quickly turned to look at him, "What's wrong?" Watanuki's head had fallen to his chest. Doumeki quickly went over to him, and grabbed his shoulder; he did not like to see Watanuki like this.

Suddenly, his head shot up and his hand grabbed Doumeki's on his shoulder, and he stared straight into Doumeki's eyes.

"I want you"

At this sudden statement, Doumeki's usually stoic face became a picture of surprise.

"What!" he looked straight back at Watanuki and saw his eyes were glazed over, "Watanuki? Is that you? I think you must be po-" Doumeki felt a strange sensation through his body, not unlike when the Zakishi-Warashi had put her hand in him to retrieve a valentine's day gift for Watanuki. But this time, it stayed longer and he felt the power taking control of his mouth and limbs, like he was in a car but someone else was driving…

"I've waited so long to hear you say that, but you know it cannot be" Doumeki heard himself say, and felt the grief of having to say it. At this, Doumeki saw a single tear form in Watanuki's right eye, the eye that held one half of Doumeki's sight and seeing this, Doumeki felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and love, which he did not know whether came from him, or the power, or a mixture of both.

Doumeki raised his hand to Watanuki's cheek, as he asked softly "Why can it not be?" and Doumeki felt the single tear fall into his palm. This strong symbol made Doumeki even sadder, and he felt himself say, "You are the prince, to be married to your betrothed next month, and I am but a lowly archer sworn to his country." On saying this, he took his hand away from Watanuki's warm face, and stepped back.

"But you are the one I love!" Watanuki cried, and Doumeki felt himself be wrapped up in the smaller boy's arms. "I would give everything up for you! The one who has always protected me and been by my side. I wish for nothing more than to stay with you always. Do you not love me?" Watanuki looked up at the archer's stoic face to see tears forming in his eyes. He looked down at Watanuki, and Doumeki didn't know if he imagined it, but Watanuki's eyes did not appear to be as glazed over as before, maybe…?

Doumeki smiled sadly, "I have always loved you since the first time I met you, and you argued with me all the time. At every rant, and every shout you would make me smile inside, and warm my heart." As Doumeki said this he felt the truth of it, and knew that these feeling were not coming from the power in his body, but what he was truly feeling, and what he had always felt. He loved Watanuki.

At this, Doumeki felt the power over his body lessen a little bit, but nevertheless, as Watanuki raised his head to his, he sank into the kiss. Doumeki wrapped his arms around Watanuki like he'd never let go, and kissed Watanuki with a gentle intensity, savouring the taste of him on his tongue as he slid it over his. For a moment they broke away from the kiss, their foreheads touching and their warm breath intermingling. Both wore soft smiles, and slowly raised their eyes to look at each other, both knowing that the strange power's had left their bodies, and that each other's eyes were their own.

Without having to state this, they sank back into their kiss, but this time with more intensity, and both passionately pushing their tongues against each other's. They kept kissing as they edged their way to the inviting bed, as Doumeki slowly slid his hand up Watanuki's shirt, and stroked his back, trying to remember every touch and sensation of Watanuki's warm body.

To Be Continued…