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Chapter 5: Clubbing

It was a gay club. (1)

That much was easy to guess. The second Doumeki and Watanuki entered, they almost bumped into two men playing tonsil hockey; Watanuki froze, and Doumeki continued walking, unfazed.

"Oi. Watanuki. Quit staring."

"I WAS NOT!" The seer clapped his hands over his mouth when he realized just how loud his denial had been. A few people laughed, then ignored him. Some, however, gave him looks that weren't so innocent, and a few made as if to approach him. This didn't make Doumeki very happy. He reached out for the boy and steered him away.

That was one problem with Yuuko's outfit - Doumeki wasn't the only person who thought Watanuki was attractive. He considered putting his arm around the boy to show everyone else who the seer really belonged to, but changed his mind. Knowing Watanuki, that wouldn't go over too well. He settled with glaring murderously at anyone who looked their way.

There was a clear line drawn between the dancing men and women, much like in a middle school dance – girls on one side, boys on the other. Unlike a middle school dance however, the boys were grinding with the boys, and the girls with the girls. Also, the music didn't suck. (2)

And it's no good waiting by the window

It's no good waiting for the sun

Please believe me, the things you dream of

They don't fall in the laps of no-one

Doumeki certainly wasn't uncomfortable with the idea of a gay bar, but Watanuki was having a difficult time.

"What the hell?!" the seer yelled (although it was difficult to hear over the noise). "What are we doing here?!"

Getting alcohol Doumeki would have replied, but it wasn't worth the effort of raising his voice. He was content just watching Watanuki's reactions. The emotions expressed on Watanuki's face were entertaining, to say the least.

The seer pulled Doumeki over to the other side of the door, and lowered his voice.

"Doumeki, this is a…a…a…gay bar!"

No shit Sherlock.

"Yes...?"

Watanuki turned bright red.

"I mean...I mean…" Doumeki arched an eyebrow. "We shouldn't be in here! We're two straight guys in a gay bar!"

"Are we?" The words were out before Doumeki had a chance to restrain them.

Oops.

Watanuki looked at him strangely.

"In a gay bar? Well, yeah." Doumeki internally rolled his eyes. What an idiot..

After a few seconds, Watanuki's own eyes widened considerably.

"Wait, what did you mean by that?"

Doumeki chose that moment to hand their tickets to a heavy-set man with a strange bat-looking symbol tattooed on his left arm and an extremely cleft chin. He stamped a green four-leafed clover on the back of their hands before gruffly waving them through.

Watanuki had gone from being indignant to confused and now appeared to be in shock. It was obvious he had never been to a club like this before, though Doumeki wasn't surprised.

Watanuki definitely didn't seem like the clubbing type.

Doumeki had been clubbing before with his archery buddies, but they had never gone to a gay club, so this was a new experience for him as well. An experience he was hoping never to repeat. He preferred the quiet of his temple.

The club was bigger and a lot more impressive than it had looked from the outside. The crowded dance floor took up the majority of the room, but Doumeki could see a fairly sizeable bar in the far back. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Watanuki by the hand. The sooner we get out of this the better he thought to himself, and began to walk purposefully through the crowd, towing an unresisting Watanuki behind him.

You're beautiful, you are

And you know it

You're wasted here, you're a star

In this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it

Watanuki had never before seen so many people packed in such a small space. As hard as he tried while being pulled behind Doumeki, he couldn't avoid being surrounded and jostled by dozens of sweaty and practically naked bodies. He could feel some of the hot gazes directed his way, and for once was glad of Doumeki's hand in his.

Not because it feels nice or anything.

The air was thick with smoke from the fog machines and what he could only assume was cigarettes (he definitely knew that smell by now).

As they fought their way through the mass of bodies, Watanuki couldn't help staring.

It's morbid curiosity he reassured himself.

Perfectly understandable for someone in my position. Speaking of positions…what are those two doing? It looks like they're having se-

Watanuki was jerked back to earth when he felt Doumeki's warm and maybe a little bit nice-feeling hand slip from his. Oh crap oh crap oh crap!! He couldn't see where Doumeki had gone because of all of the people wedged between them.

Pushing his way forward, he caught a brief glimpse of Doumeki before getting a face-full of shoulder.

"OH! I'm so sorry!!" The seer's face flushed a vibrant red as he stepped back from whomever he had bumped into, rubbing his nose. He looked around for Doumeki, but the man in front of him was blocking his view.

"No worries" the man assured him. He was of medium height, and had short, blond hair. His bangs fell across his face, practically obscuring his eyes, and he wore a pair of small glasses. The man standing close beside him was tall and broad chested, and... wearing sunglasses?

Doumeki reappeared.

"Come on, Watanuki. Let's get what Yuuko wants and get out of here." Upon hearing Yuuko's name, the blonde smiled.

"Yuuko, huh?" But Doumeki had pulled Watanuki away.

"Who were they, Kakei?" The man with sunglasses asked.

"Yuuko's errand boys." Kakei looked after the two boys' retreating backs thoughtfully. "That archer certainly has a lot on his mind... if he doesn't do something about it soon, he's going to snap. Maybe our boys will help him out a little bit." Focusing back on his boyfriend, the man sighed contentedly and put his head against the large man's chest.

"There's no use in worrying - it'll work itself out." He grinned up at his partner. "Now where were we?"

There were quite a few attractive guys dancing on the floor, but Doumeki couldn't help thinking that Watanuki was the best looking out of all of them. Especially in those tight pants. Wow. He slowed to a stop and watched, mesmerized, as Watanuki walked ahead of him.

Yup, that is one fuckable a-

"What the hell, Doumeki?!" Well crap. He averted his eyes quickly, but it was too late. The owner of the object of his scrutiny had caught him in the act.

"Were you just…"

"Was I just what?" The archer asked innocently.

Watanuki stomped his foot like a little kid.

"Look, I don't know what has gotten into you tonight, but you need to cut it out. Seriously, ever since we got here, you've been acting strange, and…and I don't like it! So quit it!"

What is Doumeki's problem? He's acting like he's…interested in me that way.

Psh. Like that would ever happen.

But still…

While Watanuki watched, Doumeki's eyes widened slightly, and then went dark. Before the seer had a chance to react, he had stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching. Watanuki could feel the archer's hot breath on his face when he spoke.

"Watanuki."

The seer froze. That wasn't Doumeki's voice. Or at least, it wasn't a voice he'd heard the archer use before. No, this voice made him shiver involuntarily, and sent blood rushing down to pool warmly in the pit of his stomach. This voice made him feel things he definitely did not want to feel. Especially not towards Doumeki, of all people.

Oh dear.

"Watanuki, what if I told you that I didn't want to? That I didn't want to 'quit it'? What if I told you that I wanted to…" he leaned even closer until his lips were level with the shell of Watanuki's ear and lowered his voice. "….kiss you?" (3)

The slap could be heard over the loud music, and caused several people to turn away from their dance partners and search for the source.

Watanuki raised a trembling hand and backed away from a stunned Doumeki. He turned without saying a word and pushed his way through the dancing crowd towards the back of the club.

What just happened? Doumeki wondered, rubbing the side of his jaw. He was telling me to quit staring at his ass, and…then what? Wait, did I actually tell him that I wanted to kiss him?

Well shit.

After what felt like an eternity, the boys made it to the bar. Watanuki had managed to lose Doumeki in the crowd, and by the time the archer had caught up with him, he was out of breath.

That's odd, I've hardly ever seen that robot out of breath before.

It was a lot quieter, and there was thankfully enough space for them both to breath semi-comfortably. Watanuki could feel Doumeki's eyes on him as they approached the bar and made an effort to ignore them. He was relieved and a bit surprised to see a pair of familiar faces.

"Rikuou-san! Kazahaya-san! What are you two doing here?" Sure enough, the two drugstore employees were sitting at the bar, drinking what looked like beer. To Watanuki's surprise, Kazahaya blushed.

"Saiga and Kakei told us to take the night off, so we decided to –"

"Go on a date."

"CLUBBING. Go CLUBBING."

"Shuttup, Kazahaya." Rikuou turned away from his beer to face Doumeki and Watanuki.

"We're on a date."

Kazahaya sputtered in indignation, while his dark haired friend took another swig of his beer.

"Well, that's wonderful." Watanuki quickly chimed in, before Kazahaya could start yelling. "We're on a-"

"Date."

"-mission to get Yuuko some…wait a second, WHAT?!" Watanuki turned to Doumeki, whose index finger was poised and ready.

"We're on a date." Doumeki repeated, in that same strange voice.

"Um. No. No we are not. You…you…" If Watanuki's face had been red before, that was nothing compared to what it was now. He sucked in a deep breath of air:

"Why…the hell…would I EVER…go on a DATE…WITH YOU??!!" With every word, his voice rose until he was practically screaming. He was so upset that he didn't see Doumeki rub at his eyes perplexedly, and look up at him with confusion written all over his face. If Watanuki hadn't been so angry, he would have laughed at the archer's uncharacteristically baffled expression.

But he was way too angry.

"You need to STOP screwing with my head. Right now."

And with that, the boy did something extremely unexpected. Turning to Kazahaya, he reached out a fish-netted hand.

"Come on Kazahaya-san, let's dance."

Kazahaya, to Rikuou's evident surprise (indicated by the slight uplifting of an eyebrow), grinned, put down his drink, and took the extended hand.

"Sure thing."

Both walked together to the dance floor.

The two other men were left standing (or in Rikuou's case, sitting) at the bar, completely stunned.

"What just happened here?" Doumeki said in a low and carefully controlled voice.

"I think we were just rejected." Rikuou replied in an equally careful tone. "Want a beer?"

1. Well, duh.

2. Am I right, or am I right? Middle school dance music sucks.

3. Dun dun DUN!

This was a fun chapter to write. What's wrong with Doumeki? Will Yuuko ever get her alcohol? o.O

Hope everybody had a lovely New Years! I'm almost finished with the next chapter – REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Reviews make me really happy and want to write more.

Coming up next chapter: The baddies show up, Doumeki gets jealous and Watanuki and Kazahaya have awesome sex.

Just kidding.