Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Prompt:10:5- Give
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Comfort
Summary: It started as a fascination, then turned into desire, then it was full-blown, mess-up-the-kitchen-with-horrible-cooking-attempts love.
I

Doumeki knew he was pushing it. After all, Watanuki already had a short temper when it came to him, but with the recent change in the situation it was worse; he could only take so much. It probably wasn't the flowers, the fletching, or the one and only disastrous attempt at baking that finally set him off, nor the persistent stalking Doumeki seemed so fond of. No, if he had to guess, it was the relentless stares that he was gifted with, whenever they spent time together, without fail.

He wasn't used to it and the silent affection and protective manner was beginning to overwhelm him.

It happened in the middle of the park, on their way to a job given to them by Yuuko. Doumeki's intense gaze never left him, not even to glance at his surroundings to ensure that he wouldn't trip over something. Watanuki's hands curled into tight, white knuckled fists, nails biting his skin nearly enough to pierce it, and his eyes narrowed, breathing becoming steadily heavier, shoulders heaving as the annoyance and uncertainty began to gnaw at him. Then, after only a moment of endurance, he snapped, swinging to glare at the taller boy.

"Will you stop?!" he demanded, stomping his foot. Doumeki blinked at him, his look never wavering or leaving the pale face, remaining as steadfast and stubborn as always.

"Stop what?" he asked promptly, expression never changing. Watanuki groaned, running his hands through his already messy hair and further disheveling it.

"That!" he cried, hunching down into himself and beginning to shake, not knowing how to handle everything. "That stare! It's creepy!"

Doumeki didn't answer, but shuffled forward, somehow giving Watanuki the impression that he was towering over him despite how scant the difference between them were in reality. Pursing his lips he took a step back for every one that Doumeki advanced. The back of his knees his an (annoyingly) convenient bench and he fell back, bracing himself against the stone back. The archer knelt, gently cradling one of the clenched hands in his own and waited.

"What do you want from me?" Watanuki asked, voice cracking from his numerous uncertainties. When, again, no response was forthcoming, his fears gripped him completely and small trembles shook his body, growing until they were nearly violent. "I have nothing to give to you."

"You," he murmured, bowing his head and pressing his lips to the soft back of the hand. "That's all I could ever ask for."

"But what if I can't?" Watanuki hesitated, flinching at the contact, trying to catch the breath that suddenly escaped him, shuddering. "What if I don't know how...?"

"Let me show you," Doumeki requested, shifting to he was standing, bent at the waist over the other, their faces close together, lips almost touching. Wide bi-coloured eyes stared into solid gold, trying to read what was going through his mind. A second of observation had a soft, awkward laugh out of his throat, no longer resisting Doumeki's courtship.

"That's like the blind leading the blind," he muttered sarcastically, fingers tightening around Doumeki's, the other raising to rest on one broad shoulder.

Then their lips met and Doumeki kissed him, slow, soft, and thorough.
II

"God damn it Doumeki, I thought I told you to stop that!"

"... Can't help it."
III
This went in the completely opposite direction as what was first in my mind. That one had Watanuki pouncing on Doumeki because of the overbearing sexual tension between the two... XD Lol. I GOT INTO CHORAZZ~!! WOOT! I didn't think I would since it's audition and, well, yeah. But I got in~! And I'm one of the only five that's not in grade 12 that got in! Super happy! D Well, that and I kind of fail at writing sexual situations... (In my opinion.)

Watanuki stormed down the street, huffs and grumbles directed towards the boy walking behind him, hands clenching and unclenching, occasionally tapping his fingers along his thighs. His heart skipped a beat and hsi breath caught, eyes unwillingly straying to the side he knew Doumeki was walking on. Frustration welled up again, overtaking him and spurring him to commit actions he would have shuddered at on a regular day.It would've went something like that... XD

Fed up he spun around, stomping up to the suddenly still archer, wrapping his arms around his neck and jerking him down, clumsily pressing their lips together.

"There you asshole," he growled, glaring when he pulled away. "I give up. You win. Happy now?"

"Very," Doumeki muttered, grabbing the seer.