Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Prompt:11:2- Erogenous Zone
Rating: M
Chapter Genre: Romance
Summary: Requested by s2lou; Well Watanuki certain had an unexpected erotogenic zone.
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Watanuki moaned, his head tilting back and he let out a shuddering gasp, threading his fingers as best as he could through the short black hair. His body jerked, trembling under the persistent probes, toes curling and small whimpers not allowing themselves to be held in. Doumeki glanced up, watching the twitching lips and deep red cheeks and silently appreciating the sight. His head ducked again, attention focused solely on the task at hand, kneading the protruding hip bones, slowly making his way across the flat stomach, roving across the pale navel. The closer his thumb stroked to the bellybutton the fiercer Watanuki's thrashing became.

He vaguely wondered whether or not this could be counted as one of Watanuki's erogenous zone's.

"Oi," he muttered, blindly searching the table top behind them, trying to find the small metal clasp, utterly distracted by the sight before him. The bandage was secured in his mouth, held taut so he could use both hands to maneuver, determined not to let Watanuki's mind stray back to the gaping gash winding along his side. Blood was beginning to seep through the white fabric and Doumeki didn't like it. "You're an idiot."

"Sh-shut up Doumeki, you ja-Ah!-ackass!" Watanuki tried to snap but his voice wavered and cracked, tone pitching up a few notes and stuttering. His abdominal muscles twitched as Doumeki laid his hand flat across it, the tip of his pointer finger delicately tracing the rim of his bellybutton. Doumeki felt the long legs, bent at the knee and in line with his shoulders, close around him, ankles crossing and trapping him in his position.

"Don't do that again," he commanded, glaring at the injury that came from protecting the protector. Bi-coloured eyes glared back and panting lips frowned.

"And leave you to get skewered by a maniacal monster looking for a bite to eat?" Watanuki grumbled back, straightening his spine and pulling the larger boy closer, their faces inching nearer in their pseudo-argument. "I don't think so!"

"You could have yelled you know," Doumeki shot, bracing himself with one hand on Watanuki's stomach, still mindlessly tracing patterns, though much further away from the middle than before, and the other on his hip, lifting from his seat on his heels, no longer reclining and pushing himself so he was nearly sitting as tall as the other. Watanuki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, feet tapping a random rhythm on the small of his back, knees jutting out to each side.

"And leave myself without someone that is-" Watanuki's arms uncrossed and his hands flew to his mouth, covering it, eyes wide and staring at the older boy.

"What?" Doumeki demanded, gently poking the inward dip in the middle of his navel, mentally appreciating the small yelp and vivid flush. Watanuki stubbornly huffed, hunching into himself to hide his midsection and unwittingly bringing himself closer to Doumeki.

"Nothing you stubborn oaf, now leave me to lament in peace, would you?!" Watanuki huffed, simultaneously trying to scoot back his chair and ignore the obtrusive presence that was Doumeki Shizuka.

"What did you say?" he repeated slowly, gripping Watanuki's thighs and half standing, pulling the other teen into his lap, wary of his wound.

"I told you, jerk, it's nothing..."

"Watanuki." His voice was a growl, low and rumbling in his throat as he made his assertive nature known. The seer pouted, as much as he wouldn't admit it, bottom lip jutting out and his body leaning to the right, favoring the left.

"Fine," he muttered, fisting two handfuls of Doumeki's shirt, pulling him closer so he wouldn't have to look him in the eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt, because then I'd have to go through the trouble of finding someone else who could protect me even half as well as you do. It would be completely impossible to replace you more then that, as annoying as you are."

"That's better," Doumeki said, nuzzling Watanuki's throat and drawing back as much as he was allowed, proving it was just enough to kiss the smaller boy, hands already creeping back along the slim torso, aiming for the venter, gingerly pushing him back.

"You ass," Watanuki growled, throwing all his weight towards the ground, ignoring the sting and pull of his side. "I'm not completely invalid you know."

"Yeah, I know," he replied, nearly covering Watanuki's body with his own. "But I can pretend."

That, he reflected as he rubbed his bruised, swelling jaw, was probably not the smartest move on his part.
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There you go, s2lou~! I hope you enjoyed it. :) Because I did. And it's now 2:04 in the morning and I want to go to bed. So, I am. Good night all, and I hope you enjoyed it.