Title: After Acts
Act 304 Scenes 12-14
Author: ani
Word Count: 2663
Disclaimer: It's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Rating/Warning: this is the M part that the overall rating is for.

Scene 12

The table was cracked down the middle, the right side flat against the pole. A foot of the left end by the window was broken, sloping up to the wall. His legs were straight out the other end, a piece of rebar from the ceiling stuck through his right leg, pinning it to the floor.

He wasn't sure who snapped it off. All he knew was he failed as he tried to hold it in. He could tell he was having trouble breathing.

"About time idiot," he tried to keep it cool as they picked him up.

"Don't even get started asshole," he replied as he leaned over the gurney, trying to wipe the blood from his lip. "You heard it all."

"Hnn."

He gently knocked his forehead, "Good."

And he kissed him right out in the open.

It was even sweeter than the first.

And the twins were cheering wildly in the background.

Scene 13

He would've been sick with worry. But he had to stay strong for their girls.

A bloody nose, some stitches in the side of his head and a bunch of bruises he could handle. The doctor said he was lucky about the impaling; the rod slipped right between the muscles, missed the major arteries and barely scratched the bone. It was the fact they'd been gone for over an hour for some chest x-rays that bothered him.

Moro pulled him back to the bench, clinging to his side as Maru knelt in front of him, putting her arms in his lap, laying her head on them. Rubbing her back and stroking her hair, all three whispered in unison, "Papa's gonna be fine."

"Watanuki-san?" the older man walking in called out.

Maru snapped up, spinning and responding, "Over here!" before he and her sister got up. They rushed over to him, "How is he?"

The doctor smiled softly, "He'll be fine. Sorry it took so long; the earthquake jostled some of the equipment. Luckily nothing's broken. Dômeki-san's getting bandaged in Room 104— " the girls cut him off with a cheer before running down the hall. "—I'd like to keep him overnight just in case, but he's refusing."

He only smiled, watching Maru and Moro turning into a room. "Don't worry Nakajo-sensei, he'll stay here."

The relief and happiness washed over him as he walked in. Dômeki was propped up in the bed; bandages around his head and left hand, hiding under the hospital gown, his right leg in a brace… with a girl on each side trying not to hurt him with their cuddles. He couldn't help smiling as he went to the right side of the bed, leaning over Moro as he kissed him again. Barely pulling back, he couldn't help smirking as their girls giggled. "You are staying here tonight. Even if I have to fill the room with spirits."

He saw Dômeki's eyes widen briefly before he smirked back, "I will if you will."

Another quick kiss before he stood up, "I'll see what I can do."

Scene 14

A week and a half had passed almost blissfully… if it weren't for the pain. He was ecstatic at staying in their apartment again, until they'd gotten up the stairs. Watanuki's smirk failed miserably in trying to hide his concern, but the pain in his leg made it obvious. He was hoping the stairs would keep him inside, off his feet.

You think Watanuki would've learned by now, or at least remembered. He stopped using the bandages in two days and the brace in four. Even the doctor said he was recovering remarkably fast. All he needed was the right motivation.

Sleeping beside him every night.

Of course, by dawn every living being in the apartment was too.

He'd never been so happy… at those moments. There were more that confused him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Watanuki's concern pulled him out of his thoughts. He tried to smile as he nodded, watching his nervousness grow as he continued, "Well… the girls are gone for the weekend… you wanna… would you like to…"

His mind was set. "Go home. We need to talk." He took his hand as they came to the last block.

"O-okay…" his voice quivered as they got to the building.

Nothing else was said until Watanuki locked the door behind them. He kept his back to him, leaning his forehead on the door. "You want to know how I knew."

"That's a start," he replied as he stepped closer. He jumped at Watanuki's sigh, almost putting his hand on one of those drooping shoulders until…

Watanuki slowly raised his hands to his face, removing his glasses and he stood straight. Turning around he calmly pulled a small case from his pocket, putting both it and his glasses in his hand. Too stunned to react, he just stared as Watanuki leaned forward slightly, holding his right eye open and touched it gently.

"… Contacts…?" he practically sputtered.

"I couldn't do it." Watanuki said, putting the lens away, "I was so mad, so pissed I didn't want anything that was yours, would remind me of you." He looked him in the eyes; half gold and pure sapphire staring into deep amber, "Of course, the biggest one was right in my face. When I found out I could reverse it, give it back… I… I couldn't do it."

Those beautifully mismatched eyes slowly lowered, turning away. "I… I guess some part of me wanted to hold on… not give up," he sighed as he put his free hand on his shoulder. "But I was so torn, so confused, I didn't… so I figured out how to block it all."

"With a contact?"

Watanuki chuckled before turning back, "No, I just couldn't take seeing… looking like this. For a while it was everyday. I slowly started forgetting it… but I started up all over again about a week before you came back. Hmmph, hitsuzen, right? I'm surprised no one told you."

He nodded at his words. "So your side told you where I was. Why the sudden change?"

Taking his glasses back, Watanuki started walking past him. "What are you talking about?"

Before he knew it, he'd thrown it away and him against the wall. "You know what I'm talking about. My shower. From so nervous and insecure to like I never left in a few hours."

Watanuki was instantly in his face, "I thought I was gonna lose you!"

He took his chin, "But you didn't. I didn't even come close." Letting go, he stepped back, "They're not here; they won't be for a couple of days. Talk to me."

Neither one moved as hundreds of thoughts came to them both.

"It's like I already said. I thought I was going to loose you," Watanuki started as he slipped away, going to the couch, "You… I was so scared to let you back in. But Yûko…"

He smirked as he stepped up behind him, "Papa."

He nodded, "I wasn't gonna keep you apart. Growing up alone… I just want them to have a family, even if it meant I had to tolerate you all over again." He chuckled slightly, "But you… you understood what I wanted. You focused on Maru and Moro, you were just there, like before."

"You didn't push, you didn't try. But that fight, I had to admit you were more than a part of their life." Watanuki huffed as he turned around; not at all surprised he was so close.

All the raw emotions on Watanuki's face made him step back, "So that's why you stayed?"

"Not completely," he smirked, "I fell for the bait, remember. I had to see if you really can cook. It… I guess it just snowballed after that. You already proved you would be there for me in this realm, our normal lives."

"The pneumonia."

"Then there was Zhi, and their birthday, the slime…"

"Spirits too."

Watanuki nodded, "I realized you were a part of their lives and mine. But that meant they'd be hurt too, if you… I didn't want to put them through that."

He reached out, taking his chin, "I'm not going to."

"I know that now," Watanuki smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry it took something like this to make me see."

He smirked before…

Watanuki staggered to his right, his left hand going to his cheek, "What the hell was that for?"

He only smiled as he took his elbows, helping him stand straight again. Slowly pulling his hand away, he gently kissed his reddening cheek. "Now we're even," he whispered before softly nibbling on his bottom lip.

Watanuki suddenly snapped out of it, surprising him by grabbing his face, pulling him into a deep, powerful kiss. He smiled into the kiss before Watanuki twisted away from his lips, panting heavily and gasping as he started running kisses down his neck. His hands slid into his hair as his slipped up to his chest, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. It was bittersweet as he finally got to run his hands over that lithe physique – they weren't on his back, but he could feel faint scars across his chest. The light tug at his hair before those hands moved down his back seemed to admonish, forgive, and permit every thought and desire in his mind, his heart.

Those nimble hands tugging his shirt from his pants pulled him away with a smile as he slowly backed Watanuki up to the couch. Barely brushing his skin, he quickly pushed Watanuki's shirt from his shoulders, smirking as it flapped back unto the couch. Not caring that his shirt was still half-tucked, Watanuki snatched the back of his shirt, violently yanking it over his head. When he finally got free, he couldn't help his soft laughter.

Those glasses askew, that tail of a shirt, his narrow chest heaving, his flushed face. It was the anger, the passion in those unparalleled eyes that stopped him. Slowly removing his glasses, lightly brushing his fingers over Watanuki's cheek seemed to erase the anger, a looked of wonder mixing in with the desire as he realized what he had in front of him. He only nodded as Watanuki's eyes darted to his, felt those work-worn hands grazing his skin, sending goose bumps and shivers all throughout his body.

Drawing closer, he ran his hands up his elbows, moving in for another kiss only to stop as he felt those soft lips press against his neck, running along his collarbone. His hum held a hint of deviousness as his hands kept moving, the pads of each finger slowly rubbing up and down his nipples. Watanuki's gasps into his shoulder turned into moans as he nuzzled at his neck, coaxing his way into another searing kiss. The need to get closer only intensified as the kiss deepened, drawing their bodies together.

Wrapping his arms tightly around him, Watanuki whimpered at the sudden friction, absently rubbing against him. He smiled softly as he starting running kisses down his neck, his hands stroking his back with Watanuki's rocking. A soft groan seeped through his haze of pleasure and he took his hips in his hands, trying to make himself make Watanuki stop.

"Don't… please Shizuka-" came all deep and breathy until he cut in, kissing him passionately as he lowered him to the couch. He hummed into their kiss, pulling him along, one hand going for his jeans.

He pulled away from that delectable mouth, smiling as he immediately started nuzzling, sucking his earlobe gently. "Are you sure?" the only answer he got was Watanuki unbuttoning his pants. He tried to fight the moan as his zipper was so slowly pulled down.

AN: it's an abrupt cut, i know, but the rest of the fic would be rated MA here... if you want to read the rest of the act, go to here, community. live journal .com / doumekiwatanuki / 189,346 . H.T.M.L. (it should be obvious how to fix this) or look me up at AdultFanfiction dot Net under 'ani' too.