Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Prompt:8:10- Punctual
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance
Summary: Sometimes the only excuse you need to cuddle in the middle of an alleyway is an apology.
I

Doumeki checked his pocket watch again, a frown spreading over his lips. He was late... He was never late. Watanuki was usually so punctual it was painful, never standing for anything but utter perfection in every aspect of his life that he could control. The cloaked man slid the mechanism into his pocket again, crossing his arms and intently scanning the street for any sign of the missing being.

He heard the soft footsteps behind him and reacted to the hand on his arm before thinking, grabbing the thin wrist and twisting, pushing the perpetrators arm behind his back and holding it there. He felt the fragile bones grind and push together in a painful manner, one that he had experienced many times. The outcrops of the buildings around the mouth of the alley he waited in hid them from the view of the many bystanders, so when he instantly recognized the messy black hair of his master he wasn't worried about the repercussion of his actions.

Doumeki released the arm, pulling Watanuki's body back into his own and wrapping his arms around the thin waist, forehead resting on the black clad shoulder, a soft apology muffled by the fabric. He could almost see the Lord's exasperated eye roll but he allowed the position, giving what little comfort he was able.

"Doumeki," he stated, gloved hands coming to rest atop the larger ones, gently pulling them apart. "I believe that we have business."

"Why were you late?" Doumeki asked, pulling the Lord closer to him and capturing the prompting fingers and holding him still. Watanuki sighed, leaning his head to rest against his butlers.

"You worry too much," he muttered against the short hair, breath stirring the strands. A chilly wind blew through the alley and a shiver made his body tremble and push back against the warmth of the taller man. "I was held up by an accident on the way here is all. Nothing major either; the road was blocked by a cart that hit a pot hole and crashed. The injuries weren't any worse than a broken finger."

"Are you sure?" Doumeki pushed, gently rubbing some warmth back into Watanuki's abdomen and chest, turning his head so his breath washed against the side of his neck and ear. Watanuki huffed and pulled away, swiftly bending to retrieve his dropped cane, tapping it against the ground.

"If I say as such, then that is how it is," he stated, motioning for Doumeki to follow him. "Now come, we're almost late as it is."

"Yes, my Lord."
II
… So Doumeki's last line was a shameless rip-off of Kuroshitsuji, so what? He's as loyal as Sebastian without the demon. It works. :D Yeah, mostly pure fluff as opposed to any actual plot, but these tend to be like that. Nyah, I think Doumeki would make a lovely butler, don't you? (I'd order myself one in a heartbeat~!)