A/n: Obscene amounts of sex in this chapter. What happened to the plot? I have no idea. Harharhar…me the pervert. Har.

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"Best meal I've ever had, Watanuki-kun. You outdo yourself for us." My grandfather compliments as he puts his chopsticks down and sips his tea.

"I didn't." Watanuki smiles at him and pours my grandfather more green tea when his cup's approaching empty.

When my cup was approaching empty, all I get was a weird stare thrown my way as I picked it up and put it back down to demonstrate how light it was on account of me drinking…all the tea in it.

I want my refill.

Watanuki, however just continues to ignore me and concentrates on being as nice and sweet as humanely possible to my grandfather without falling into his lap and declaring his love.

When dinner was over and I'm helping—staring—at Watanuki as he washes dishes, fawning over my grandfather's dinner conversation and his impeccable taste when it came to…something that had to do with food and…where was this conversation going?

"However I squint at it, there's just no getting over how vastly--vastly!--different you two are. Like the moon and a frog."

I ended up tripping him after all.

"I'm still mad at you. What would make you think it would be a good idea to stretch your foot out when I was passing by?"

"I caught you so what's the difference?"

"You nearly dropped me!"

"I didn't though."

"You almost did!"

"This is my room." I say to get away from the topic of certain persons tripping other persons.

"Spartan." He answers back like a reflex that had jumped under a hammer.

"You don't like it?" Of course he didn't.

"It's nice. You're surprisingly neat."

I'll surprisingly trip you again.

Watanuki, looking around passes his hand over my desk and chair, his fingers coming away like he was inspecting for dust. "Well we can't expect too much." He says proudly, as he flicks his fingers of the light speckles that had accumulated there.

"You should inspect my bed too." I add flippantly and he squints his eye at me.

"Why?"

"Maybe there's more dust under the covers."

Shameless sex ploy #244B.

"Okay." He says slowly and instead of moving towards my bed, he moves away.

Far away.

"Stop creeping me out and point me in the direction of your extra futon."

Extra futon?

"Why?" I ask, because I really want to know the answer to this one.

"Isn't it obvious. I want to sleep."

Sleep?

"Why?" I ask again because there has to be a logical reason behind this extra futon, sleep business.

"Because…I don't want to sleep on the bare floor without a futon…and it's kind of cold. I don't know how much more I can explain this to you without drawing some type of diagram." He stares at me with a duh' expression.

I point to my futon. "You can sleep there."

Watanuki shakes his head, "I can't take your bed. That's rude."

Rude? Did Watanuki have some form of selective amnesia? Could someone even consciously inflict that upon themselves?

That was pretty funny. Watanuki was attempting to be un-rude to me.

I wasn't though.

"I'm still sleeping in it." I say, which makes Watanuki go "huh?"

"But you just said I could have it."

There was no other response to this other than, "You're slow."

"I…?" Then the gears in Watanuki's clock tower were grinding away and something seems to click. "I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING SHARE A BED WITH YOU, KISAMA!

"Why?"

"AHHHHHHHHHH." Watanuki in response to my question is now screaming and looking like he's very close to ripping his hair out.

"Keep it down, my grand-"

And like the switch had been flipped, Watanuki gets immediately quiet at the mere mention of my grandfather. He starts hissing at me, "How can you even suggest we share the same…uhgg…when your grandfather is close by-"

"He's on the other side of the house." I correct.

Watanuki, mouth still open from when I had cut him off closes it and then starts back over again, "Then why the hell did you tell me to keep it down?"

"You're loud. People on the other side of the neighborhood would be able to hear you."

"I'm definitely not sharing that bed with you. I'd rather sleep standing up."

"Okay, suit yourself." I say and without further ado, I lie down on the futon.

"Ah, you're going to sleep! Wake up!" He's leaning over me and shaking me awake and I go slacker just to bother him. "Doumeki."

For some reason, him saying my name like that has me suddenly opening my eyes. There's something…wrong-sounding about it.

He blinks down at me when he sees me looking up at him.

"What?" He stops shaking me and puts his hands up in the air in front of his face like they were about to do some unspeakable crime.

I sit up, watch him scoot to the side to give me some room and then I stare at him intensely.

He looks behind him, and then when he realizes that I'm looking at him, he puts his hand on my hair and then manually turns my head so I'm facing away from him.

"Don't stare at me like that. What's your problem?"

I don't know exactly why I'm doing this. I guess I'm looking to see if something about Watanuki has physically changed.

Nothing has though, but his voice, when he calls my name like that…

I think I know why it sounds weird.

"Hey."

He glares at me and rolls his eyes.

I smother my own glare and eye-rolling to move on to my request, "Call me…Shizuka."

Suddenly the eye-rolling is replaced by eye-bugging and Watanuki breaths in loudly. "What? Why…No!" He puts his hand in front of his face like he's offering up a prayer and waves it at me. "No, bad idea."

"Why?" I counter because I really want to know.

"If I start calling you by your first name, then you'll have to start calling me by my first name and…that's just weird." He shakes his head at me and scoots off the mattress.

I'm baffled, "What's so wrong with me wanting to call you by your first name?"

He stares at me, his eyes bugging out some more, "I have personal reasons for that. Okay, so just drop it and go to sleep."

He's standing up and I grab onto his hand to stop him from getting too far out of my reach.

"You can't tell me?" I question and he looks away.

"It's not that interesting. So just drop it." He says with more force than necessary.

"I'm curious." He pulls his hand away from me.

"Your stupid."

"I'm curious." I say again, and watch him huff and glare at the floor. He looks like he's deliberating with himself and then I look down at the space beside me and he catches me eyeing it.

He sits next to me, breaths in and then says, "It's weird…because no one has called me by my first name in years without the formalities and…yuh know. My parents were the last ones…okay!" He says and I watch him wring his hands self-consciously.

"Kimihiro." I say testing it out.

He blushes. "Shut up."

"Ki-mi-hi-ro," it suits him, like his glasses and that weird scarf.

"Ki-sa-ma." He says back and I watch him blush some more.

"Say it." I tell him because I want him to return the favor.

"Uh…yeesh. Alright." He concedes, "Shizuka," and then he tacks on a "dumbass" just for fun.

"Okay." I say and then I fall back to my futon and pretend like I'm going back to sleep.

"Okay! That's all you can say, bastard! Don't go to sleep!" He screeches and he's crawling closer and I can't help keep the smile off my face at how easy it is to rile him up. It's especially easy to get him within jumping range and as I wait for him to come closer, I ready myself for the task at hand, which in about three seconds will play out with me pouncing on him, and him cursing at me, and me shutting him up with a kiss…or a gag.

I ended up using a gag.

Because he'd bitten me when I'd tried to kiss him.

"Don't shove your dirty sheet in my mouth. Get off me idiot." He slaps his palm flat on my face and then proceeds to shove me away.

I bite him on the hand.

He curses and bites me back.

So there was a lot of biting going on before I bit him hard on the throat and instead of trying to bite me back, he'd gone limp and moaned.

He falls back to the futon and I put one of my hands on his shoulders to keep him there.

He didn't look like he was going to fight me, but one could never be too sure when an unpredictable creature like Watanuki came into play.

He could be bidding his time until I was within biting range.

Or kicking range.

Or slapping range.

Or any other range that I did not take into account.

My study desk isn't too far from my futon and it was exactly where I had placed the items I would need for tonight. I slide my drawer open and Watanuki who was still quietly laying on the bed flecks his gaze over to inspect what I have in my hand.

"I'm not into rough stuff." Watanuki supplies.

He could have fooled me, especially when he's biting my head off all the time for no good reason.

"Touch me funny and you lose that hand." He warns, and he was propping himself up on his elbows and gazing at me with a stare that plainly said try anything and someone was going to lose a head…or an arm, or hell, an eye.

He did want his back.

I put the item in question down next to his head and he gives it a sidelong glance before he realizes what it was. "What the hell are you doing with that stuff?"

I supply lamely that since I was in Archery, Archers like myself, who were really, really talented—he rolls his eyes for some reason—were commonly coming across the problem of dry, cracked hands.

He looks at me like he didn't know whether I was lying or telling the truth.

That seemed like a good sign.

"Tch…I guess." He says nonchalantly and then he's moving his face closer to the nozzle and sniffing. "It smells kind of like…sugar."

"Hmm." Yeah, it did. It was the exact reason why I had bought it in the first place.

"That's really girly, Shi-zu-kaa." Watanuki teases, his straight nose daintily sniffing at the fragrance like it had offended him with its mere presence. "I should tell all those guys on the Archery team."

"It smells like you." I offer and he sniffs it again and looks at me funny, "What drugs have you been smoking? This doesn't smell like me. I don't smell like a girl."

"You smell like sugar though." I add, because he really did.

"I…" he looks at me funny again and then sniffs his forearm. "I smell like laundry detergent."

"You're just not sniffing hard enough." Hmm, that sentence just now…made me sound like a real…

"Pervert!" He puts his arms in front of his face like I was about to unveil my perversion in some form of spectacle show.

I blink at him.

He blinks back with his arms still shielding his face.

Then he lowers his arms and coughs into his palm. "Why did you bring that out here?"

I thought it was obvious, unless he wants me to spell it out for him.

"S-e-x."

"Oh." He falls back to the mattress and says quite loudly, "I give up."

Was that a yes, then?

"I'm too tired to fight you today." He rubs right above the bandaged eye.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, sobering up from the reminder of the curse.

"Oh, no…it's just weird." He says vaguely and then he's sitting up and reaching out for me.

I slide right into his arms and press him back into the bed. "What's so weird about it?"

He shifts, trying to get comfortable. "Nothing." He closes his eyes, like he's waiting for me to kiss him.

I don't.

He opens his eyes and he looks irritated, "Do you need me to write out an invitation or something?" He says disbelievingly.

"Does it hurt?" I ask again, because I really want to know what was wrong. Watanuki's "nothing" was unlike other normal people's "nothing" in that his "nothings" usually ended up as a potentially dangerous situation for him.

"No." He says quickly, his fingers already in my hair and tugging me down to his mouth.

"You're lying." I say flatly and he stops before our mouths connect.

"You make it really, really hard to get in the mood, yuh know that." He's shoving me away and I kiss him because we'll be running in circles forever if this was left up to him. He kisses back, but not as enthusiastically as I wish he would. I don't mind putting out more effort. It was usually how things work between us.

I slide my tongue past his lips, feel it glide over his front teeth, his mouth opening to accept it almost lazily until I felt my body gradually sinking into his, his own tenseness melting away and the kiss deepening in one swift shift of my mouth.

He grips the tendons in my neck and pulls, and my hands that had been clutching the sheets to his sides come up to cup his neck. On passing though, one of my hands knock over the lotion and the thud seems to remind me why I'd brought it out here in the first place.

I pull back, hovering over him.

I reach over for the bottle and his fingers surprisingly enough were already working me out of my shirt.

He's wearing one of my yukatas and it didn't take much to slip it off his shoulders, the material parting around his thin body, giving me the chance to roll him out of it. I'm having some problems with the button on my pants and Watanuki with his long fingers deftly snaps it open as he pulls the zipper down and helps me out of it.

I reach for the bottle again and slather lotion on my hand.

Everything suddenly smells…like sugar.

"It's really sweet." Watanuki say, scrunching his nose up.

I rub the lotion into my index finger with my thumb, my other hand grabbing onto one of his thighs and pulling it to the side so he's opening up his legs for me.

"Hey!" He bats my hand away and pushes at my shoulders and I let him move me with the momentum so that I'm suddenly on my back and he's straddling me.

He blushes. "Eh, this is not what you think." He looks down at me, his hair in his eyes and his hands on my chest.

"You want top now." I smirk at him and he gets ten shades redder than I expect him to. "No…I…"

"Why not?" I cut him off, because we've been together more than once now, and I wonder why he doesn't want to try.

"It's…embarrassing," and he closes his one eye like it's all too much for him to take. "I don't really know…what to do." His eyes are still closed and he looks way too tense for my liking.

I understand not to pressure him into anything and I guess he would rather have me take lead, but for what reason I don't know why. I guess he is really shy when it comes to things like this, but…

My hand comes around behind him and I let it slide down his lower back and cup his seat. He jumps, blushes, squirms right on top of me, and digs his blunt fingernails into my chest.

My erection throbs; I know he can feel it pressing against his thigh and I let my finger push and sink into him.

"Mmphh." His knees dig into my sides, right under my arms and it gives him some balance. I put my other hand on his waist, my fingers curling around his hipbone so I can guide him exactly how I want him to move. He swallows a breath and kneads his hands into my ribs as I push into his hipbone with the pad of my thumb and raise him up.

My finger slides out of him and he seems to finally understand what I want him to do. He slides right back down, his arms now on both sides of my head as he uses them to help lift him off my finger and slide back down again.

I push a second finger inside of him and he continues to ride it.

My stomach flips with arousal and I press my hand closer to his waist. I notice his hipbone juts out a lot, just like his clavicle and his spine when he's bending down or sitting and he's shirtless. He has a very small, almost almond-shaped birthmark on the inside of his thigh. It's sandy colored and even though he's pale, it blends in and is easily missed.

Watanuki gives a breathless moan, his hand shifting somewhere near my head and I can suddenly smell more of that scent as he places his hand on my chest, his palm now smooth and slippery with lotion as it passes down my bare stomach. He rubs me right under my navel and it's almost like his fingers are inside my skin, like his touch is that deep.

His fingertips glide over the sensitive skin there and I close my eyes against his ministrations, his index finger now trailing down until suddenly he has me pulsing and stiff in his grasp.

I open my mouth, I don't know why, but it can't stay close with Watanuki's soft palm sliding down my erection. "Uh…" my lower body seems to have a mind of its own and it lifts off the mattress, which makes Watanuki curl his hand tighter around me and I can feel the lotion between his fingers. He rubs me once firmly and before I can shout he slaps a hand over my mouth.

I open my eyes dazedly.

"Now who's being loud?" He smirks down on me and I don't have the energy to answer back because he's suddenly sliding his hand up on me again.

Watanuki's keeps his hand over my mouth.

It smells a little like flour.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breath through my nose without making too much noise. It doesn't work. Watanuki's hand is soft, incredibly soft, like he's never touched anything in his life with that hand. The skin between his forefinger and thumb is especially tender and it was rubbing into the bared head of my erection and…

My other hand slips back to his hip and I clench them tighter around him in a warning to stop, because I want to come inside of him, not on him.

He hisses and his fingers come up to pull at the hand digging into his hipbone.

"That hurts you idiot. Why don't you just relax?"

His fingers pry into my grip and he suddenly has my hand in his and he's holding onto it and linking them together, before placing it over my head and leaning his weight into it.

"Mmph." I involuntarily jerk up into his hold, my erection unconsciously seeking out the warmth of his inner thigh. His hands suddenly break away from what they're doing so he can retain his balance.

"It's like you thrive on my annoyance." One of his knees dig into my side, right above my ribs, and my hands clamp back down around his hips again, pulling and shifting until he's right on top of my shaft. "Impatient..." He crows and I don't care how this makes me look, because it aches and I just want to bury myself inside of him and make it stop hurting.

He huffs at me and shifts on top of me, getting into position, his back arches and he's leaning backwards, his long legs open and I can see his ribs when he stretches backwards.

He grabs me again and then he's easing down on top of me, layer upon layer of tight muscle that has me shaking and breathing like I have one punctured lung. Both of his long, skinny arms brace behind him, his fingers curving around my thighs as he uses them to push him up and off my dripping cock.

I grunt and my toes are curling and digging into the futon under me, my legs bending at the knees and his back now resting against them as his hands clumsily search out for another, steadier perch.

He slides back down on top of me hesitantly, his breath hitches and I choke on the saliva in my mouth. My hands tighten around him almost viciously and he flinches and drags his body back up my erection, his knees together, his head thrown back and he's worrying his bottom lip to keep the sound in with the occasional murmured words and moans slipping free.

Something seems to connect with the crown of my shaft as it slams uncontrollably up into him. His neck snaps back even further and he's looking up at the ceiling and whimpering loudly.

I connect with it again and his whole body trembles.

I pull him down on me again and he shrieks, loud enough where I know my grandfather can hear us even if it is from across the house.

I don't think I even care.

I was so close and the pressure in my cock was killing me.

There was a tiny trickle of sweat running down his throat and one of my hands leap off his hip and sweeps at his neck. His skin's feverish and he has a blush that runs all the way over his chest and up to his cheeks.

He's rocking back and forth on me now, his hands scrabbling for purchase, it slips off my chest, clutches at my collarbone and shoulders and my hands skim up his sides so they can slide behind his neck and pull him down to my mouth.

He resists my kiss, straightening his spine and leans back against my raised knees, because we can't kiss and keep this position and he's keeping that in mind. He wants to finish and I just want to kiss him.

I want to kiss him.

I want to kiss him very badly and he's not letting me.

I see his tongue brush over his lips, see them press together and they're wet and they look even softer than I remember.

His legs are now open and it doesn't take much for my hand to reach up and take him in my sweaty palm, stroking him until he seizes up like a motionless sea before the storm and he's coming.

"Shizuka!"

He cries out much louder than I expect him to and I groan and come inside of him, because it isn't possible for me to hold back when I like Watanuki's voice so much, and the way he can say my name is more than enough driving stimulus for my brain to handle.

He collapses on my chest, his breath ragged and heavy and he's still moaning, because I'm still coming inside of him.

"Don't stop." He pleads, like he's still stuck in the moments past when we had been moving against each other. I finish with a last thrust and his hands clutch at my arms and then go slack when he knows it's okay to breath.

He's insensate, his legs still straddling my stomach and his body leaning heavily into mine. I roll us over and Watanuki tumbles back to the futon, his head hitting the pillow and his hands covering his eyes as he's still trying to get his breathing back down.

He shifts into fetal position and I wonder why he always does that after we finish having sex. It's like a ritual with him and I curl up behind him and try to get comfortable.

He's out like a light before I can even throw a hand over him.

A/n: So…feedback appreciated and…hmm…I guess the smut melted my brain, so I have nothing left to say.