Chapter 3: The Real Confession

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(A.N.: Wee. Plot development. R&R, and you get a cookie. Yes, chocolate chips. Hahaha. Oh and, if you think so, I really am sorry if they are a bit OOC. Hehe. There's a lotta fluff to make up for it, though. )

The morning light streaming through the thin curtains of Watanuki's bedroom soon reached his sleepy eyes. They opened slowly, unwilling, as most are, to wake up just yet. His half-asleep brain registered the usual morning sounds and smells.

The smell of his futon. The sound of bicycles passing in front of the apartment. The sound of those birds twittering in the tree outside. The smell of last night's dinner on the stove—Wait. What?!

The teenager bolted up in his bed, fully awake now. His hands shook in fear. Someone broke into his room… Who… He turned the corner that was his bedroom's doorway and into the kitchen.

"DOUMEKI?!"

His boyfriend turned on his chair, his cheeks stuffed. "Good morning," he managed to muffle out through his mouthful of food. His amber eyes, Watanuki noticed, started lowering to observe his outfit.

"Gah!" The bespectacled teenager turned red, trying to cover his white jammies with bow and arrow prints in vain. "J-j-just a moment!" He bolted back into his room, slamming the door shut.

He sank to the floor with his back against the doorway. He gripped his face in horror. "Oh no," he whispered to himself. "I just imagined us married and happily living together!" His cheeks flamed as he took a deep breath. "This is not good."

The teenager stood and took shaky steps toward his closet.

Must. Change. From. Archer. Jammies.

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Doumeki chewed on Watanuki's food reflectively. Delicious, as always. Hm. How should he start? Watanuki. I want to kiss you till your lips swell. No, that's not right… Watanuki—

"I'm back." The archer turned around. There stood his boyfriend in a plain blue T-shirt that had CLAMP in all caps and faded jeans. Doumeki blinked. Say something. Uh. Um.

"What? No cross-dressing today?" Gah! No!

Unexpectedly, the boy blushed as he walked over to his boyfriend. "Well, those were Yuuko-san's…"

"Ah." His amber eyes widened as he felt Watanuki plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. The bespectacled boy had his eyes averted now and his cheeks were a dusty pink.

"S-sorry, Doumeki…" he murmured.

Blam.

"Ah," Watanuki gasped as he found himself against the wall, with Doumeki pinning him there.

"You're so cute…" Doumeki growled, looking frustrated. His eyes widened again as Watanuki's laughter reached his ears.

"Idiot," the raven-haired boy laughed. "You still have food on your face!" Watanuki picked the rice off the corners of Doumeki's mouth with a warm smile.

Doumeki pushed himself off Watanuki and took his seat once more at the table. Unseen by his boyfriend, his face was red. I just imagined us married and happily living together, he thought. I don't think I can hold it back anymore.

"I love you," Watanuki said softly.

The archer stood up in surprise and turned to gaze at Watanuki. The boy had his hands together, head down and looking nervous. D-Did he just say…

The bespectacled boy chuckled. "Silly, right? We've only had, like, two kisses, and only one date, and yet…"

Before he knew it, Doumeki was in front of him again. The archer lifted the shorter boy's chin. For a moment, the two gazed at each other, then Doumeki closed the distance between them.

Ah, Watanuki thought. He's making me melt… He shuddered when Doumeki licked his lower lip, begging for entrance.

"Dou—"

Soon, Doumeki's tongue was in his boyfriend's mouth, caressing every warm, pulsing curve of his oral cavity. He lapped the shorter boy's tongue, encouraging him to react. Then, their tongues were massaging each other. The two were lost in heated kisses and the air was soon filled with their panting.

He is. He's the one I'm in l—

They broke apart for air. The archer placed his coarse palm on Watanuki's cheek, rubbing softly with his thumb. "Kimihiro."

Watanuki blushed at the creamy voice using his first name. He looked up to find Doumeki smiling gently at him. So warm…

Doumeki took Watanuki's hand and pressed the back of the hand against his lips. "I love you," his boyfriend whispered.

An unexpected sob broke through Watanuki's lips and tears coursed down his face. Doumeki embraced him and he buried his face in his boyfriend's shirt, gripping the back of the stoic man's shirt and breathing in his scent.

"Even after I've treated you so… You still…" the boy gasped in between sobs. He gripped the archer tighter. "Doumeki…!"

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The two were now sitting on the riverbank, munching on snacks made by Watanuki.

Doumeki looked up at the sound of the boy's chuckle. "Doumeki," he said with a laugh. "Did you see the way my neighbors looked at you when we walked out of my room holding hands?"

"Yeah," the archer replied. "I wonder if we've traumatized them with our homosexuality…"

Watanuki punched him playfully in the shoulder. "Don't say that so carelessly!" he hissed, an amused grin still pasted on his face.

"But we are in love and we are both males," Doumeki replied bluntly. The smaller boy rolled his eyes and laughed, falling back to lay on the grass with his hands behind his head.

After a while, Watanuki spoke, "I wonder how Himawari-chan will react…"

The taller teenager stiffened.

The bespectacled teen sat up. "Doumeki?"

"Forget her," he murmured. The archer chomped a little too roughly on one croquette, Watanuki noticed.

"Doumeki?"

"Hey, Kimihiro." This made the smaller boy blush again.

"Y-yeah?"

"You can come closer and lean on me, you know." And, suddenly, Watanuki noticed they were sitting a few feet from each other. Watanuki blushed further in embarrassment and scrambled over to where his boyfriend sat.

"O-of course I know! Geez!" He wrapped his arms around Doumeki's muscular arm and laid his head on it, his eyes fluttering closed. Doumeki reached out with his other arm to pick up another snack with his chopsticks.

"I love you, Doumeki," said Watanuki in a sweeter tone.

"Heh," the stoic teen replied, munching on the snack to distract him from the warmth crawling up his cheeks.

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(A.N.: XD Wah. So fluffeh. DouxWata: it's love. Review, please.)