A/N: I'm not entirely sure what kind of a warning I should be putting up here. There's some heavily, heavily implied non-consent stuff in this chapter, so if you're uncomfortable with that, skip to the bottom and I'll give you a quick summary of what happened, sans details. I'm sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable.

Disclaimer: I don't own Clamp. I don't own xxxHolic. I don't own Battlestar Galactica. I don't own the Empire State Building. I don't own a kangaroo. I don't own Jake Gyllenhaal. I don't own an aquarium. The list goes on.

Chapter Seven: Confrontations

The yokai's arm curled around Watanuki's waist.

"How about you dance with me for awhile?" He pulled the boy closer until his back was pressed against the demon's well-defined chest. The air around him smelled sickly sweet, like rotting fruit, and the scent was making Watanuki dizzy. He swayed and would have fallen had not the yokai supported him from behind. For some reason Watanuki found himself unable to protest the contact, and let himself lean into the other body. He felt…strange. Almost like he was intoxicated, except he hadn't had anything to drink. His thoughts grew sluggish, and arms became heavy.

"Watanuki?" Watanuki vaguely recognized the voice as belonging to Kazahaya. He sounded far away. "I'm going to go in and get something to drink. Will you be okay out here?" Watanuki could see him shifting from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Yeah…" Watanuki replied dazedly. "Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Alright then." Still looking a bit uncertain, the drugstore employee headed back to the bar where Rikuou and Doumeki…Doumeki…

The fog that had clouded Watanuki's mind abruptly vanished, and he realized, with horror, the awkward position that he was in.

"What the HELL are you DOING?!" He screeched, and tried to break away from the yokai's vice-like grip around his waist. The attempt failed miserably, and the yokai simply chuckled and tightened his hold.

"Nothing you don't want me to do." Watanuki could feel the yokai's breath against his cheek, and blushed at the closeness. There was that smell again…

Is this what I want him to do?

His body certainly seemed to think so. As loathe as he was to admit it, the feeling of someone else this close was almost welcome. Aside from all the times he knew Doumeki had carried him (and he had been passed out for the majority of those times), no one had ever been this close to him before. The alien feeling was eliciting some strange responses. Some strange physical responses.

Am I seriously getting turned on by a pervert spirit grinding on me?

The idea was disgusting, not to mention absurd. Besides, he was only a little bit hard. Not hard enough to be considered 'turned on', really.

They were just dancing, after all.

"We're only dancing." The demon echoed Watanuki's thoughts. "There's no need to be so tense, it's not like I'm coming on to you." He emphasized this last statement by grinding his pelvis against Watanuki's lower back in time with the music while simultaneously slipping a cold hand under the boy's fishnet shirt, making him gasp. "Although we could do something…more, if you'd like." He tweaked at a nipple, and Watanuki yelped. At least, he meant for it to be a yelp. What actually came out was more of a strangled moan.

What the hell is WRONG with me?! Why am I not fighting back? Watanuki thought furiously. This is NOT something I should be doing right now - or ever, for that matter. Especially not with a yokai.

But when the demon began to trail his fingers down towards Watanuki's waistline, the seer found himself unable to protest. He felt strangely detached, as if he was watching everything at a distance.

"Let's go somewhere a little quieter." The yokai murmured into Watanuki's ear.

Yeah, like I'd go anywhere with you.

But instead of pushing away and refusing like he had planned, he just nodded dumbly. The fox-demon gripped Watanuki's arm tightly and steered them both through the crowd of people, who parted like the sea to let them pass. Watanuki allowed himself to be pulled along through a door, up a short flight of stairs and into a small, dimly lit room. Through the fog that seemed to have enveloped his mind, he could hear the door behind them close and the sound of a bolt sliding into place.

Then the spirit's arms were once again encircling his waist.

"When I saw you, I could barely believe it." While the yokai spoke, he drew circles around Watanuki's bellybutton with a sharp nail, making the boy shiver.

"There you were, the famous 'Spirit Bait', alone and completely, deliciously defenseless. Everyone in the spirit world has heard of you, you know. They all want a piece of you. I can't wait to tell them how easy you were to catch…maybe I'll even share you, for the right price." He reached out and ran a finger around Watanuki's amber eye thoughtfully. "I could get a lot for these…"

Watanuki flinched away from his touch.

"Ple…" his tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth. He tried again. "Please. Please don't."

Wow, that sounded really pathetic. Way to make yourself look even more pitiful, Kimihiro.

"You're cute when you beg." The yokai grinned, pinching Watanuki's cheeks playfully, and showing rows and rows of sharp, white teeth. "I think I'm going to have a little fun with you before we leave." He licked his lips and looked the boy up and down appraisingly. "You're a juicy morsel, that's for sure - I can understand why that dog follows you around everywhere."

Even in his drugged up state, the last thing the yokai said hit Watanuki like a ton of bricks.

"Wha…what are you talking about?" The 'dog' that the yokai referred to could only be Doumeki.

He is like a dog, isn't he? A big, stupid, stubborn, emotionless, muscle-headed, reliable….loyal… dog.

But a little voice in the back of his mind whispered to him traitorously:

If he's so loyal and reliable, why isn't he here right now?

The yokai grinned again.

"You haven't noticed? He wants you, bait." The fox-demon's black eyes narrowed, and his features seemed to sharpen somewhat, making him look a great deal more frightening than he had before. "Well, unfortunately for him, I got here first."

Upon seeing the bewildered and frightened expression on Watanuki's face, the dangerous glint in his eyes vanished, and his predatory grin widened.

"How innocent!" He crowed delightedly. "I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?"

Before Watanuki had a chance to blink, the yokai had leaned forward and captured his lips in a searing hot kiss.

It wasn't exactly how Watanuki had imagined his first kiss to be like. This kiss was violent, primal, and extremely one-sided, nothing like the sweet, gentle kiss he had fantasized about. Not to mention, he had planned on saving his first kiss for Himawari, not for some random demon! Things were obviously not going as planned.

The boy opened his mouth to scream, only to have a hot, slimy and rough demon-tongue shoved down his throat. The cloyingly sweet smell was everywhere now, and Watanuki began to feel incredibly dizzy.

Satisfied that he wouldn't try and escape, the Yokai removed his tongue from the seer's mouth and drew back, licking his lips.

"Mmm…I was right. And if your lips are this sweet, I can't wait to find out what the rest of you tastes like…" with what seemed like very little effort, he ripped the fishnet shirt off and slid Watanuki's skin-tight pants the rest of the way down, leaving him standing, naked except for his ringed collar and plaid boxers. In seconds, the boxers were gone too.

Everything in Watanuki's body was screaming out for him to run, fight, anything to get away from that little room, but his arms and legs refused to obey. He took a few harsh, jagged breaths, and tried desperately to clear his aching head and get his jumbled thoughts in order.

Okay, let's see what's going on here: I'm standing buck-naked in front of a complete stranger (and demon, on top of that) who, if the look on his face is any indication, is planning to turn me into dinner. I can't move my arms or my legs, and no one knows where I am, so there's no chance of me being rescued. Even if I screamed for help, no one would hear. All things considered…I'm screwed, basically.

I hope he kills me quickly.

Watanuki opened his mouth to attempt another scream but all that came out was a choked cough. The yokai smirked at his failed attempt and began to unzip his jeans.

Wait, what's…what's he doing?

Realization dawned on Watanuki's face, and with it came a new kind of fear.

He's not going to eat me at all…he's going to fuck me.

The knowledge of this hit him like a bucket of ice water, and for a few seconds, he could think clearly again.

"D-d-d-d-DOUMEKI!!!" Watanuki cried out before he could stop himself. "DOUME-" The yokai grabbed his hair and jerked his head back, silencing him with another violent kiss.

"Shuttup, bait. He's not here, and he's not coming anytime soon. And even if he were here, his power is far too weak for him to do anything to stop me." He gave a little sneer. "Too bad you don't put out. Well, bad for you, anyway. Good for me."

Horrified, Watanuki tried to stand up again, but only succeeded in stumbling further backwards. The yokai reached down and pulled sharply on his collar, dragging him closer.

"Don't move." And then he couldn't move. Whether it was fear that paralyzed him, or something else, he wasn't sure, but the yokai took full advantage of his immobility, and finished freeing himself from his jeans.

In the past, Watanuki had always made a point to look away when everyone was changing and showering in the locker room after gym (he personally preferred changing in a corner or in one of the bathroom stalls). He had conveniently skipped the sex-ed lecture the school had given back in 6th grade, and had never masturbated. Consequently, the sight of the Yokai's cock, huge and dripping, almost gave him a heart attack.

With one of his hands on Watanuki's head, the Yokai forced the boy to his knees. "Open your mouth." Watanuki whimpered. He's planning on putting that thing into my MOUTH?! It took every little bit of willpower he possessed not to comply. When it became obvious Watanuki wasn't planning on opening his mouth any time soon, all amusement in the yokai's eyes vanished.

"I said, open your mouth, bait!" He thrust two fingers between Watanuki's lips forcefully and Watanuki instinctively responded by biting down. Hard. The taste of salty blood filled his mouth, and the yokai cursed, withdrawing his fingers quickly.

"Why you…" the demon's black eyes were practically glowing with rage as he lifted the skinny boy back up and slammed him up against the wall. An ugly painting of a bouquet of flowers fell from its nail and hit the floor with a crash.

I hope I don't have to pay for that Watanuki thought distractedly.

"I'm done being nice, bait." The demon spat. The expression on his face was truly terrible to behold. He grabbed Watanuki's hips and dug his fingers into the sensitive flesh, making the boy cry out. His captor laughed cruelly.

"What, you think that hurts? Wait until I fuck you: then you'll know what real pain feels like. But first…"

Watanuki felt the punch before it hit. The yokai's fist smashed into his jaw and caused his head to snap back and slam against the wall with a loud THUMP.

"For biting my fingers." He explained.

He then spun Watanuki around so that his face was pressed up against the wall. The rough, wooden surface scraped Watanuki's chest and stomach painfully, and he had to bite his lip to hold back another whimper. He could feel tears on his cheeks, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out everything around him.

"My name is Natsukamoni." He hissed into Watanuki's ear. "Just in case you wanted anything to scream."

The sound of the doorknob rattling made Natsukamoni freeze, hands still digging painfully into Watanuki's sides.

"Hey, we're busy in here!" he growled. But despite his warning, the door slammed open.

"I know." The voice was filled with so much anger and disgust that Watanuki felt as though he had been punched in the face again.

Doumeki.

Watanuki could picture what Doumeki was seeing right now: Him, completely naked and pressed up against the wall, sides covered in bloody scratches, with a man rubbing his cock between his ass cheeks…you didn't need to have a major in forensics to figure out what was going on.

He probably thinks I'm a total whore. The thought filled Watanuki with shame, and more tears welled up in his eyes. I doubt he'll want any more bentos after this.

"Get off of him." There was that voice again. The tears spilled out of Watanuki's eyes and ran in little rivulets down his cheeks.

"What, you want him?" Watanuki shivered when he felt the yokai's slippery tongue tracing his jaw line. "Maybe I'll let you have him after I'm done. What's left of him, anyway."

He bit harshly into the side of Watanuki's neck, drawing blood. A few seconds later, Watanuki felt the yokai being yanked off him and thrown to the ground, much like he had been thrown only minutes before. The cracking sound that followed sounded like bones breaking, and the demon cried out in obvious pain. Eyes still clenched tightly closed, Watanuki slid to the wooden floor.

It was cold, but he didn't care. He was too tired to care. So tired… through his befuddled mind, he heard a panicked voice shouting his name, and briefly registered the feeling of someone's warm hands grabbing his shoulders and shaking them.

Let me sleep…

Heedless of everything around him, Watanuki slipped blissfully into a deep, drugged slumber.

The Summary:

So basically, while dancing all close with the yokai, Watanuki gets doped up on the yokai's 'perfume' and agrees to go off with him to a small room separate from the club. After checking Watanuki out, the demon makes it clear that Doumeki has the hots for him and Watanuki, even though he's drugged up, gets the gist. The demon proceeds to rip off his clothes and tries to force Watanuki to go down on him, but Watanuki bites his fingers (hooray Watanuki!). He gets pissed, throws Watanuki against the wall, but then the calvary arrives and beats the shit out of him. The calvary being Doumeki of course (and Rikuou and Kazahaya too, but you don't know that yet).

Coming next chapter: Things become more and more inappropriate, and Doumeki finally gets some action.

This is my longest chapter ever! Hooray! (cue streamers)