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gracie_musicaTitle: Surprising Wishes
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution.
Word Count: 1,775
Fandom: xxxHolic
Characters/Pairings: Doumeki/Watanuki, Yuuko, Himawari
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns xxxHolic and its gorgeousness, not me.
Request for:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hydr0phobia
Notes: I'm using colors from CLAMP's color art... although they're not quite consistent in what they pick, but eh. Watanuki has blue, Doumeki dark green, Yuuko has red and Himawari has black.
"However... It's going to be difficult going with young Himawari-chan."
"Don't I know it! She's so cute, there are going to be guys falling all over her!"
"That wasn't what I was talking about."
"... I get it."
"Watanuki, you should try to be good friends with Doumeki-kun."
"No! Not that! I mean, why?!"
"Well... you'll see soon enough. Let's go on in."
"Soon enough? What the hell?"
-- volume 2, chapter 13
-----
Kimihiro Watanuki growled inwardly as he stormed down the darkened, chilly streets of Tokyo. It was late, and what he wanted was to be in his nice, warm bed dreaming sweet (but not entirely innocent) dreams about Himawari-chan.
But no. That bastard Doumeki had called him at two in the fucking morning.
Watanuki idly wondered if killing a monk automatically sent a person to Hell, or if they got a case review first.
Doumeki was waiting for him as he approached the temple, leaning against the red archway over the temple path. His face had his usual mask of bored disinterest on it, but Watanuki sensed that something was amiss in the archer.
"This had better be good," he warned the taller man as soon as he was within earshot.
Doumeki pushed off the arch, meeting Watanuki in the middle of the path. His hands were tucked inside his kimono sleeves, and Watanuki found himself worrying that the taller teen was most likely cold.
He quickly trampled on his conscious.
"I couldn't sleep," the monk stated.
Watanuki saw red. "And HOW THE HELL is that MY problem?! You wake me up at an ungodly hour, I'm fucking freezing--I think I'll have to amputate my toes, by the way--and all you have to say is I couldn't SLEEP?!" the bespectacled teen shouted, white puffs of smoke pouring from his mouth as he frantically waved his arms around in his frustration.
Doumeki's large hands settled onto Watanuki's shoulders, and the shorter boy stopped momentarily. The dark, serious gaze captured his attention, and Watanuki saw confusion rippling at the bottom of the green pools. "I can't sleep because I dream of you when I do," the archer finally admitted.
Watanuki's jaw hit the ground. "WHAT?!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Doumeki continued, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned in closer to his friend. "I just can't get you out of my head."
Blue eyes widened as the taller teen leaned forward and pressed his lips against his friend's. Watanuki's first thought was to push the man away, but he found himself leaning into the kiss. For some reason, it felt... right. There was a small voice in the back of his mind screaming about Himawari-chan and that he was kissing a guy, but the overriding emotion of desire swept him away. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling their bodies flush against one another; Watanuki felt Doumeki's body heat permeate through the layers of their clothing, and his arms automatically went up to encircle the taller man's neck, pulling him even closer and deepening their kiss.
Watanuki felt Doumeki's tongue slip past his lips and the entire world went fuzzy. The only things he had a clear grasp on was the feel of the archer warm against his body in the cold night air and the slick feel of a foreign tongue sliding over his. The shorter teen marveled at the sensory overload he was getting; the taste of the other man flooded his senses, indescribable yet somehow perfect and fulfilling. He could almost feel Doumeki's scent rubbing off onto his clothing, and realized he'd wait to wash them until he couldn't smell the other man on his clothing any longer.
Doumeki's lips left his, and the cold night air assaulted the saliva-slick flesh. Watanuki groaned aloud as that delicious mouth slid down his throat, exposing a warm trail of wet kisses to freeze in the air. The monk nibbled expertly at the spot where his neck and shoulder met, the sensitive skin sending tingling pleasure to pool just below Watanuki's stomach.
"Come back with me." Doumeki's plea--for the words were uncharacteristically soft-spoken and unsteady with desire--vibrated against Watanuki's skin, and before the shorter teen even realized it, he was agreeing.
Maybe this was that 'hitzusen' that Yuuko had been talking about.
---
Doumeki's bedroom was warm, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. And his bare skin was hot against Watanuki's as they made out underneath the thick covers of Doumeki's futon. The moment they had gotten into Doumeki's room, the taller man had been all over him, undressing him and covering every square inch of exposed skin with kisses and gentle caresses.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Doumeki asked, propping himself up on his hands to look down at Watanuki. "If you want to stop, I will."
Watanuki smiled back up at the man, his vision slightly blurry because he wasn't wearing his glasses. "It's okay. I want this." How could I not want something that feels so perfect?
Doumeki's face split into a beautiful, sexy smile and he pressed a gentle kiss against Watanuki's lips. "Then stay right here," he replied, rolling out from under the futon covers and padding naked across the room to rummage in his closet.
The futon became colder as half the net body heat disappeared, and Watanuki wrapped one arm around his waist to try and capture what was left. Although his vision was blurry, he could still see his lover's naked backside, and he felt his face contort into what he knew was a lecherous grin. "Nice ass," he complimented with a boldness he didn't feel.
Doumeki smirked back over his shoulder and tossed a bottle at the teen in his bed. "Tease."
Watanuki found the object in the sheets and looked at it as Doumeki walked back over. "Lube?" the shorter man asked, looking up as the taller teen sat down next to him. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Nope," Doumeki replied, slipping under the covers. "Just masturbation. Usually to thoughts of you," he confessed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Watanuki's ear. He paused for a moment. "I don't know why I just told you that."
"Is it true?"
"Yeah."
Watanuki felt a mixture of emotions at this statement: but the most surprising was that he was turned on by the knowledge. He had no idea what had changed in him the moment Doumeki had kissed him--he'd have to talk to Yuuko about it. As much as she drove him nuts, she was wise. She would know the answer.
But right now, Doumeki's lips and hands were driving out all other thoughts than of their impending coupling. The two laid back on the futon, and two pairs of eyes watched as Doumeki slicked his fingers with the clear lube.
Watanuki tensed up when the cool, slick touch rubbed around his opening, but he relaxed as Doumeki rained kisses all over his face and neck and shoulders. A slick finger slid inside him, calloused fingertips massaging the inside of his body. Doumeki was slow and gentle, taking his time, so by the time he had slipped two fingers inside the teen below him, his lover was pushing back against the digits eagerly.
Blue eyes were screwed up tight as Watanuki felt Doumeki press against his body, sliding into him, taking him. The archer was just as gentle with this as he had been with everything else, pressing into his body in slow fractions. Once he was fully sheathed, he held fast above Watanuki, reaching between them to stroke his lover's erection.
Lust resumed its raging within the shorter teen's veins, the pain subsiding as he arched his hips up against Doumeki's. The monk pressed his entire body against Watanuki's as he began sliding slowly up and down the body, stimulating every square inch of skin he could while slipping deeper into his lover's velvety heat. Watanuki could feel his leaking cock sliding over the archer's abs, and he groaned, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist. He felt as if sparks of magic were sinking into every inch of his skin, and he could faintly hear himself pleading, pleading for more, and a part of him was taken aback at how wanton he could be. Most of him, however, reveled in the joy of Doumeki's possession.
He could be dependant on someone again, be loved unconditionally. It was amazing, freeing.
His arms slid up Doumeki's muscular arms to grab at his shoulders, loving the feel of his lover sliding in and out of his body. Doumeki was pressing against a certain spot inside him, sending jolts of electricity through his veins. Pleasure spiraled higher and higher and crested.
He dimly felt the hot spurt of semen splash both their stomachs, and felt the answering wash of cum deep inside his body. When he realized that Doumeki's arms were shaking, he wrapped his own slender arms and pulled the taller teen down on him.
"I don't want to squash you."
"You're not. It feels pretty good, actually," Watanuki replied, nuzzling Doumeki's neck.
The archer gathered up Watanuki in his arms, rolling over onto his back and pulling the shorter teen onto his chest. "How about this instead?"
"This is good too," Watanuki replied, snuggling against the sweaty chest beneath him.
He fell asleep in Doumeki's embrace, his lover stroking his hair and singing softly.
---
If Watanuki had any thoughts that the dreamlike state would disappear with the morning sun, they were put to rest when he was awoken with a gentle kiss. Doumeki suggested that the shorter teen go take a shower before going to work and reassured him that they would talk about their new relationship later.
So Watanuki, slightly sore, thirty minutes late and with damp hair, rushed into Yuuko's residence.
"I'm sorry I'm la..." Watanuki stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at Himawari-chan, who was wearing his apron and headscarf. "Himawari-chan... What are you doing?"
The young woman opened her mouth to respond, but a voice behind her answered.
"Young Himawari-chan here made a wish that her two dearest friends would find love. She's working off her debt, like you are."
The news hit Watanuki like a ton of bricks, and his chin hit the floor. "It was you!" he accused, pointing a finger at Yuuko.
"What?" the witch replied, red eyes big and innocent.
"You... I... Uh..." the bespectacled teen stammered, then fell to the floor in a dead faint.
Himawari giggled. "Watanuki-kun is so funny."
-----
Title: Shopping
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Full Metal Panic!
Characters/Pairings: Sousuke, Kaname
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Request for:imparfait
Notes: Probably not what you were expecting, but what came out. ^__^
Sousuke Sagara, seargent for Mithril, calmly marched into the boutique. A young brunette woman, perhaps five years older than he, smiled at him politely. "Sir, may I help you with anything?"
"I'm looking to procure a gift for my significant other," Sousuke replied, reciting the words that Kaname had told him.
"All right, do you know her measurements?"
"No, but she's about your size," he replied. "Would you be willing to model for me?"
Outside Victoria's Secret, Kaname was bent double with laughter when mall security came rushing into the store. Sousuke really would do anything she told him to.
---
Title: Harima Had a Little Pig...
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: School Rumble
Characters/Pairings: Harima, Napoleon
Warnings: Interspecies relationship? (kidding! kidding, kidding, kidding!)
Spoilers: For who Napoleon is, and for Hario!
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Request for:duo_maxwell1614
Notes: Harima + Napoleon = LOVE
Harima had a little pig,
little pig
little pig
Harima had a little pig
Who was
"Damn, this is harder than it looks," Kenji Harima grumbled, making long scratch marks on the lined paper.
At his feet, Napoleon grunted in agreement.
"I give up." Tanned hands crumpled up the paper, tossing it over his shoulder. "I'm better at manga, anyway..."
---
The manga editor frowned as he read the latest piece from Hario Harima. "Um, Hario-san? This piece is coming along wonderfully, but I have just one question."
"Yes sir?" the greaser replied, adjusting his sunglasses.
"Why does the hero now have a pig as a sidekick?"
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution.
Word Count: 1,775
Fandom: xxxHolic
Characters/Pairings: Doumeki/Watanuki, Yuuko, Himawari
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns xxxHolic and its gorgeousness, not me.
Request for:
hydr0phobiaNotes: I'm using colors from CLAMP's color art... although they're not quite consistent in what they pick, but eh. Watanuki has blue, Doumeki dark green, Yuuko has red and Himawari has black.
"Don't I know it! She's so cute, there are going to be guys falling all over her!"
"That wasn't what I was talking about."
"... I get it."
"Watanuki, you should try to be good friends with Doumeki-kun."
"No! Not that! I mean, why?!"
"Well... you'll see soon enough. Let's go on in."
"Soon enough? What the hell?"
-- volume 2, chapter 13
-----
Kimihiro Watanuki growled inwardly as he stormed down the darkened, chilly streets of Tokyo. It was late, and what he wanted was to be in his nice, warm bed dreaming sweet (but not entirely innocent) dreams about Himawari-chan.
But no. That bastard Doumeki had called him at two in the fucking morning.
Watanuki idly wondered if killing a monk automatically sent a person to Hell, or if they got a case review first.
Doumeki was waiting for him as he approached the temple, leaning against the red archway over the temple path. His face had his usual mask of bored disinterest on it, but Watanuki sensed that something was amiss in the archer.
"This had better be good," he warned the taller man as soon as he was within earshot.
Doumeki pushed off the arch, meeting Watanuki in the middle of the path. His hands were tucked inside his kimono sleeves, and Watanuki found himself worrying that the taller teen was most likely cold.
He quickly trampled on his conscious.
"I couldn't sleep," the monk stated.
Watanuki saw red. "And HOW THE HELL is that MY problem?! You wake me up at an ungodly hour, I'm fucking freezing--I think I'll have to amputate my toes, by the way--and all you have to say is I couldn't SLEEP?!" the bespectacled teen shouted, white puffs of smoke pouring from his mouth as he frantically waved his arms around in his frustration.
Doumeki's large hands settled onto Watanuki's shoulders, and the shorter boy stopped momentarily. The dark, serious gaze captured his attention, and Watanuki saw confusion rippling at the bottom of the green pools. "I can't sleep because I dream of you when I do," the archer finally admitted.
Watanuki's jaw hit the ground. "WHAT?!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Doumeki continued, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned in closer to his friend. "I just can't get you out of my head."
Blue eyes widened as the taller teen leaned forward and pressed his lips against his friend's. Watanuki's first thought was to push the man away, but he found himself leaning into the kiss. For some reason, it felt... right. There was a small voice in the back of his mind screaming about Himawari-chan and that he was kissing a guy, but the overriding emotion of desire swept him away. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling their bodies flush against one another; Watanuki felt Doumeki's body heat permeate through the layers of their clothing, and his arms automatically went up to encircle the taller man's neck, pulling him even closer and deepening their kiss.
Watanuki felt Doumeki's tongue slip past his lips and the entire world went fuzzy. The only things he had a clear grasp on was the feel of the archer warm against his body in the cold night air and the slick feel of a foreign tongue sliding over his. The shorter teen marveled at the sensory overload he was getting; the taste of the other man flooded his senses, indescribable yet somehow perfect and fulfilling. He could almost feel Doumeki's scent rubbing off onto his clothing, and realized he'd wait to wash them until he couldn't smell the other man on his clothing any longer.
Doumeki's lips left his, and the cold night air assaulted the saliva-slick flesh. Watanuki groaned aloud as that delicious mouth slid down his throat, exposing a warm trail of wet kisses to freeze in the air. The monk nibbled expertly at the spot where his neck and shoulder met, the sensitive skin sending tingling pleasure to pool just below Watanuki's stomach.
"Come back with me." Doumeki's plea--for the words were uncharacteristically soft-spoken and unsteady with desire--vibrated against Watanuki's skin, and before the shorter teen even realized it, he was agreeing.
Maybe this was that 'hitzusen' that Yuuko had been talking about.
---
Doumeki's bedroom was warm, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. And his bare skin was hot against Watanuki's as they made out underneath the thick covers of Doumeki's futon. The moment they had gotten into Doumeki's room, the taller man had been all over him, undressing him and covering every square inch of exposed skin with kisses and gentle caresses.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Doumeki asked, propping himself up on his hands to look down at Watanuki. "If you want to stop, I will."
Watanuki smiled back up at the man, his vision slightly blurry because he wasn't wearing his glasses. "It's okay. I want this." How could I not want something that feels so perfect?
Doumeki's face split into a beautiful, sexy smile and he pressed a gentle kiss against Watanuki's lips. "Then stay right here," he replied, rolling out from under the futon covers and padding naked across the room to rummage in his closet.
The futon became colder as half the net body heat disappeared, and Watanuki wrapped one arm around his waist to try and capture what was left. Although his vision was blurry, he could still see his lover's naked backside, and he felt his face contort into what he knew was a lecherous grin. "Nice ass," he complimented with a boldness he didn't feel.
Doumeki smirked back over his shoulder and tossed a bottle at the teen in his bed. "Tease."
Watanuki found the object in the sheets and looked at it as Doumeki walked back over. "Lube?" the shorter man asked, looking up as the taller teen sat down next to him. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Nope," Doumeki replied, slipping under the covers. "Just masturbation. Usually to thoughts of you," he confessed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Watanuki's ear. He paused for a moment. "I don't know why I just told you that."
"Is it true?"
"Yeah."
Watanuki felt a mixture of emotions at this statement: but the most surprising was that he was turned on by the knowledge. He had no idea what had changed in him the moment Doumeki had kissed him--he'd have to talk to Yuuko about it. As much as she drove him nuts, she was wise. She would know the answer.
But right now, Doumeki's lips and hands were driving out all other thoughts than of their impending coupling. The two laid back on the futon, and two pairs of eyes watched as Doumeki slicked his fingers with the clear lube.
Watanuki tensed up when the cool, slick touch rubbed around his opening, but he relaxed as Doumeki rained kisses all over his face and neck and shoulders. A slick finger slid inside him, calloused fingertips massaging the inside of his body. Doumeki was slow and gentle, taking his time, so by the time he had slipped two fingers inside the teen below him, his lover was pushing back against the digits eagerly.
Blue eyes were screwed up tight as Watanuki felt Doumeki press against his body, sliding into him, taking him. The archer was just as gentle with this as he had been with everything else, pressing into his body in slow fractions. Once he was fully sheathed, he held fast above Watanuki, reaching between them to stroke his lover's erection.
Lust resumed its raging within the shorter teen's veins, the pain subsiding as he arched his hips up against Doumeki's. The monk pressed his entire body against Watanuki's as he began sliding slowly up and down the body, stimulating every square inch of skin he could while slipping deeper into his lover's velvety heat. Watanuki could feel his leaking cock sliding over the archer's abs, and he groaned, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist. He felt as if sparks of magic were sinking into every inch of his skin, and he could faintly hear himself pleading, pleading for more, and a part of him was taken aback at how wanton he could be. Most of him, however, reveled in the joy of Doumeki's possession.
He could be dependant on someone again, be loved unconditionally. It was amazing, freeing.
His arms slid up Doumeki's muscular arms to grab at his shoulders, loving the feel of his lover sliding in and out of his body. Doumeki was pressing against a certain spot inside him, sending jolts of electricity through his veins. Pleasure spiraled higher and higher and crested.
He dimly felt the hot spurt of semen splash both their stomachs, and felt the answering wash of cum deep inside his body. When he realized that Doumeki's arms were shaking, he wrapped his own slender arms and pulled the taller teen down on him.
"I don't want to squash you."
"You're not. It feels pretty good, actually," Watanuki replied, nuzzling Doumeki's neck.
The archer gathered up Watanuki in his arms, rolling over onto his back and pulling the shorter teen onto his chest. "How about this instead?"
"This is good too," Watanuki replied, snuggling against the sweaty chest beneath him.
He fell asleep in Doumeki's embrace, his lover stroking his hair and singing softly.
---
If Watanuki had any thoughts that the dreamlike state would disappear with the morning sun, they were put to rest when he was awoken with a gentle kiss. Doumeki suggested that the shorter teen go take a shower before going to work and reassured him that they would talk about their new relationship later.
So Watanuki, slightly sore, thirty minutes late and with damp hair, rushed into Yuuko's residence.
"I'm sorry I'm la..." Watanuki stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at Himawari-chan, who was wearing his apron and headscarf. "Himawari-chan... What are you doing?"
The young woman opened her mouth to respond, but a voice behind her answered.
"Young Himawari-chan here made a wish that her two dearest friends would find love. She's working off her debt, like you are."
The news hit Watanuki like a ton of bricks, and his chin hit the floor. "It was you!" he accused, pointing a finger at Yuuko.
"What?" the witch replied, red eyes big and innocent.
"You... I... Uh..." the bespectacled teen stammered, then fell to the floor in a dead faint.
Himawari giggled. "Watanuki-kun is so funny."
-----
Title: Shopping
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Full Metal Panic!
Characters/Pairings: Sousuke, Kaname
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Request for:
imparfaitNotes: Probably not what you were expecting, but what came out. ^__^
Sousuke Sagara, seargent for Mithril, calmly marched into the boutique. A young brunette woman, perhaps five years older than he, smiled at him politely. "Sir, may I help you with anything?"
"I'm looking to procure a gift for my significant other," Sousuke replied, reciting the words that Kaname had told him.
"All right, do you know her measurements?"
"No, but she's about your size," he replied. "Would you be willing to model for me?"
Outside Victoria's Secret, Kaname was bent double with laughter when mall security came rushing into the store. Sousuke really would do anything she told him to.
---
Title: Harima Had a Little Pig...
Date Written: 10/17/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: School Rumble
Characters/Pairings: Harima, Napoleon
Warnings: Interspecies relationship? (kidding! kidding, kidding, kidding!)
Spoilers: For who Napoleon is, and for Hario!
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Request for:
duo_maxwell1614Notes: Harima + Napoleon = LOVE
Harima had a little pig,
little pig
little pig
Harima had a little pig
"Damn, this is harder than it looks," Kenji Harima grumbled, making long scratch marks on the lined paper.
At his feet, Napoleon grunted in agreement.
"I give up." Tanned hands crumpled up the paper, tossing it over his shoulder. "I'm better at manga, anyway..."
---
The manga editor frowned as he read the latest piece from Hario Harima. "Um, Hario-san? This piece is coming along wonderfully, but I have just one question."
"Yes sir?" the greaser replied, adjusting his sunglasses.
"Why does the hero now have a pig as a sidekick?"
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Date: 2005-10-21 01:57 am (UTC)LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. IT'S SO HOT AND WATANUKI IS NOT THE WEEPY LITTLE UKE-BITCH, WE ALL KNOW HE LIKES IT AND. I DEAD FROM LOVE.
dsfjkl; babies.
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