Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Prompt:11:1- Hero
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance
Summary: Requested by foloudron; AU! Even heroes make the odd mistakes.
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As much as he despised admitting it, he could see why people so often perceived the man standing so stoically beside him as a hero. His stance and disposition screamed confidence and the bow and quiver told of their often disastrous adventures around the country. He frowned at the babbling girl before them, her cheeks flushed dark because of the embarrassment and excitement of being in the presence of such a charismatic man.

Doumeki shook his head and, grabbing the Seer's wrist, led Watanuki down the dirt road and to the hut they were currently residing in, crossing his arms and staring at the smaller man, obviously waiting for something. Watanuki glared and huffed, knowing exactly what it was the archer wanted and too tired from the sheer amount of running he had done that day to get away from the rabid beasts that seemed to be so utterly bent on getting him.

Stupid Doumeki.

He stormed moodily into the kitchen, the hand that Doumeki had grabbed instinctively drawing closer to his body to hide the blood stained black sleeve of his robes and the ugly wound running along the length of his arm. It bordered on a miracle that Doumeki hadn't noticed it yet; the man's eyes seemed to be sharper than an eagles at times.

As he struggled to move the pots around the small kitchen with his usual grace, he found himself trembling and losing control of his medium, tipping the cookware and spilling all of the water. Doumeki came into the room at the noisy clatter, inquiring about his well being on sight and catching sight of the gash. Golden eyes narrowed and calloused fingers gently handled his injured limb, forcefully pushing him into a chair. The look Watanuki received was enough for him to know of the others discontentment about his silence. Pouting he looked away, blushing at the soft treatment of him, something he still wasn't accustomed to even after all the time they had spent together.

"It's not my fault you know," he said, toes brushing along the hard floor, the chill seeping up his legs and penetrating his body. He shivered and leaned into the warmth of the older mans towering form, unconsciously pressing against him and nuzzling against the shoulder, the pure aura easing his worries and pain and settling him into a sense of security that seemed to linger even when Doumeki pulled away. "You were too busy being a hero for someone else and I just couldn't move fast enough."

Doumeki temporarily abandoned the arm in favor of lifting him up and settling into the chair himself, securing Watanuki on his lap and pressing his face against the pale neck, rubbing and kissing the sensitive skin. Watanuki listlessly tilted his head, exposing more for Doumeki.

"Sorry," he murmured, resuming his previous task of bandaging the thin arm, massaging the kinks and knots out of the slender muscles as he went. His heart skipped a beat at the prospect of leaving Watanuki unattended and in danger, guilt stabbing at his chest. Watanuki hummed, drunk on Doumeki and eyes sliding half-lidded and staring at the ceiling, one hand flexing around Doumeki's wrist, content to knead the muscular flesh.

"Just don't leave me again you bastard," he whispered, head lolling from side to side as Doumeki rested his forehead against the thin shoulder, rubbing affectionately.

"I won't."
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There you go, foloudron~!! I hope this is satisfactory. I was sort of at a loss for a while before this arrived in my head. At first it was going to have Haruka in it, but I decided not to. Fanfiction is a bastard, no doubt about it. That's why this is late. -.- Lol, when in doubt, copy and paste.^.^ It works for me. :) (Just thought of that now...)