Fanfic: Misconception [xxxHOLiC]
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dog_and_wolfTitle: Misconception
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
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Watanuki's cheeks felt warm air brush up against them. His glasses had fogged up earlier with the hot air. This was wrong. He wasn't –he shouldn't- be doing this. He should stop, but this felt so good, so right. Why was he even doing this for Doumeki? Doesn't he hate the boy? He could always say no, but he also always gave in. Gave in to the ecstasy he knew he would feel as the after effects. The pure pleasure he saw on Doumeki's face after the whole escapade, was that what he loved, he considered as his reward? Surely it couldn't be, he despised anything that was resolutely related to Doumeki, and yet now, he was feeling this jolt of something run up his spine. It was wrong. But oh so perfect. Why was he cursed to love doing this?
Why did this have to happen? He had just been minding his own business, was there something he had done today to make the gods curse him, he thought it might have been something he did in his past life that was so wrong and was being punished just now. It was one of those rare days off he got from his part time job, and it was a weekend as well. He was enjoying it, to say the least, but after taking his shower, there came a knock on his apartment door. Now, it was safe to assume that maybe he wasn't expecting any guest. Though he would be sure to accommodate said guest, maybe happy to even. But to his great surprise –which wasn't pleasant at all- it was Doumeki.
He asked what he was doing there –particularly why he was at Watanuki's apartment's doorstep- but all Doumeki answered was that he wanted to pass by. (Though, Doumeki would have surely worded it differently and Watanuki had heard it differently, too)
Doumeki invited himself into Watanuki's apartment and plopped himself down on one of the dining table's chairs. And that was how his wonderful and quiet evening ended with the start of a Doumeki-filled and hellish nightmare.
And here he was.
White cream came out of the slit, it wasn't right. The salty cream melted on his tongue as he tasted it. There was something immensely wrong, and he wanted to voice this out to Doumeki. But before he could even utter a word, the slightly taller teen's eyes were boring into his own.
"Is there something wrong?" Doumeki asked as he tilted Watanuki's face up by his chin.
Watanuki wanted to look away from those golden eyes. He couldn't, they were too deep, so full of undiscovered emotion that he like to think that only he could stir up. He wasn't supposed to like it, but a selfish voice in his head said he wanted to be the only one to be allowed to do that.
He finally averted his eyes by looking to his side, still with his face tilted up. His knees shook when he looked for too long. "There's… something wrong." He mumbled.
Watanuki gasped when Doumeki's finger probed for the white cream, taking the finger into his lips after doing so. He had also finally let go of the bespectacled boy's face. "Seems fine to me." And he walked away, sitting down on a chair.
The other fumed. How could he not see it? It was so obvious! Was he to remain dense with these kinds of things? "How can it be fine? There is something wrong." He looked nonplussed. He stood straight and walked over to Doumeki, the white cream dripping to the floor with each step he took.
"I still say it's fine, if you worked hard on it." His voice sounded nonchalant, but Watanuki knew he was one of the people who could never openly or straight out compliment someone.
Watanuki blushed slightly. But still, "Vanilla icing isn't supposed to be salty!" He yelled.
Doumeki just shrugged.
This was why he hated cooking for Doumeki.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
~~~
Watanuki's cheeks felt warm air brush up against them. His glasses had fogged up earlier with the hot air. This was wrong. He wasn't –he shouldn't- be doing this. He should stop, but this felt so good, so right. Why was he even doing this for Doumeki? Doesn't he hate the boy? He could always say no, but he also always gave in. Gave in to the ecstasy he knew he would feel as the after effects. The pure pleasure he saw on Doumeki's face after the whole escapade, was that what he loved, he considered as his reward? Surely it couldn't be, he despised anything that was resolutely related to Doumeki, and yet now, he was feeling this jolt of something run up his spine. It was wrong. But oh so perfect. Why was he cursed to love doing this?
Why did this have to happen? He had just been minding his own business, was there something he had done today to make the gods curse him, he thought it might have been something he did in his past life that was so wrong and was being punished just now. It was one of those rare days off he got from his part time job, and it was a weekend as well. He was enjoying it, to say the least, but after taking his shower, there came a knock on his apartment door. Now, it was safe to assume that maybe he wasn't expecting any guest. Though he would be sure to accommodate said guest, maybe happy to even. But to his great surprise –which wasn't pleasant at all- it was Doumeki.
He asked what he was doing there –particularly why he was at Watanuki's apartment's doorstep- but all Doumeki answered was that he wanted to pass by. (Though, Doumeki would have surely worded it differently and Watanuki had heard it differently, too)
Doumeki invited himself into Watanuki's apartment and plopped himself down on one of the dining table's chairs. And that was how his wonderful and quiet evening ended with the start of a Doumeki-filled and hellish nightmare.
And here he was.
White cream came out of the slit, it wasn't right. The salty cream melted on his tongue as he tasted it. There was something immensely wrong, and he wanted to voice this out to Doumeki. But before he could even utter a word, the slightly taller teen's eyes were boring into his own.
"Is there something wrong?" Doumeki asked as he tilted Watanuki's face up by his chin.
Watanuki wanted to look away from those golden eyes. He couldn't, they were too deep, so full of undiscovered emotion that he like to think that only he could stir up. He wasn't supposed to like it, but a selfish voice in his head said he wanted to be the only one to be allowed to do that.
He finally averted his eyes by looking to his side, still with his face tilted up. His knees shook when he looked for too long. "There's… something wrong." He mumbled.
Watanuki gasped when Doumeki's finger probed for the white cream, taking the finger into his lips after doing so. He had also finally let go of the bespectacled boy's face. "Seems fine to me." And he walked away, sitting down on a chair.
The other fumed. How could he not see it? It was so obvious! Was he to remain dense with these kinds of things? "How can it be fine? There is something wrong." He looked nonplussed. He stood straight and walked over to Doumeki, the white cream dripping to the floor with each step he took.
"I still say it's fine, if you worked hard on it." His voice sounded nonchalant, but Watanuki knew he was one of the people who could never openly or straight out compliment someone.
Watanuki blushed slightly. But still, "Vanilla icing isn't supposed to be salty!" He yelled.
Doumeki just shrugged.
This was why he hated cooking for Doumeki.