After Acts

Title: After Acts
Act 304 Scenes 12-14
Author: seizansha
Word Count: 2663
Disclaimer: It's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Rating/Warning: definite NC-17.

Author's note: this sucks, I know this sucks, and nothing you can do or say will convince me otherwise. Can you tell I've got no confidence whatsoever when it comes to any NC-17 I write? Yaoi or hentai, it don't matter, cuz I suck at both.


Scene 12

The table was cracked down the middle, the right side flat against the pole. A foot of the left end by the window was broken, sloping up to the wall. His legs were straight out the other end, a piece of rebar from the ceiling stuck through his right leg, pinning it to the floor.

He wasn't sure who snapped it off. All he knew was he failed as he tried to hold it in. He could tell he was having trouble breathing.

"About time idiot," he tried to keep it cool as they picked him up.

"Don't even get started asshole," he replied as he leaned over the gurney, trying to wipe the blood from his lip. "You heard it all."

"Hnn."

He gently knocked his forehead, "Good."

And he kissed him right out in the open.

It was even sweeter than the first.

And the twins were cheering wildly in the background.

Scene 13

He would've been sick with worry. But he had to stay strong for their girls.

A bloody nose, some stitches in the side of his head and a bunch of bruises he could handle. The doctor said he was lucky about the impaling; the rod slipped right between the muscles, missed the major arteries and barely scratched the bone. It was the fact they'd been gone for over an hour for some chest x-rays that bothered him.

Moro pulled him back to the bench, clinging to his side as Maru knelt in front of him, putting her arms in his lap, laying her head on them. Rubbing her back and stroking her hair, all three whispered in unison, "Papa's gonna be fine."

"Watanuki-san?" the older man walking in called out.

Maru snapped up, spinning and responding, "Over here!" before he and her sister got up. They rushed over to him, "How is he?"

The doctor smiled softly, "He'll be fine. Sorry it took so long; the earthquake jostled some of the equipment. Luckily nothing's broken. Dômeki-san's getting bandaged in Room 104- " the girls cut him off with a cheer before running down the hall. "-I'd like to keep him overnight just in case, but he's refusing."

He only smiled, watching Maru and Moro turning into a room. "Don't worry Nakajo-sensei, he'll stay here."

The relief and happiness washed over him as he walked in. Dômeki was propped up in the bed; bandages around his head and left hand, hiding under the hospital gown, his right leg in a brace... with a girl on each side trying not to hurt him with their cuddles. He couldn't help smiling as he went to the right side of the bed, leaning over Moro as he kissed him again. Barely pulling back, he couldn't help smirking as their girls giggled. "You are staying here tonight. Even if I have to fill the room with spirits."

He saw Dômeki's eyes widen briefly before he smirked back, "I will if you will."

Another quick kiss before he stood up, "I'll see what I can do."

Scene 14

A week and a half had passed almost blissfully... if it weren't for the pain. He was ecstatic at staying in their apartment again, until they'd gotten up the stairs. Watanuki's smirk failed miserably in trying to hide his concern, but the pain in his leg made it obvious. He was hoping the stairs would keep him inside, off his feet.

You'd think Watanuki would've learned by now, or at least remembered. He stopped using the bandages in two days and the brace in four. Even the doctor said he was recovering remarkably fast. All he needed was the right motivation.

Sleeping beside him every night.

Of course, by dawn every living being in the apartment was too.

He'd never been so happy... at those moments. There were more that confused him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Watanuki's concern pulled him out of his thoughts. He tried to smile as he nodded, watching his nervousness grow as he continued, "Well... the girls are gone for the weekend... you wanna... would you like to..."

His mind was set. "Go home. We need to talk." He took his hand as they came to the last block.

"O-okay..." his voice quivered as they got to the building.

Nothing else was said until Watanuki locked the door behind them. He kept his back to him, leaning his forehead on the door. "You want to know how I knew."

"That's a start," he replied as he stepped closer. He jumped at Watanuki's sigh, almost putting his hand on one of those drooping shoulders until...

Watanuki slowly raised his hands to his face, removing his glasses and he stood straight. Turning around he calmly pulled a small case from his pocket, putting both it and his glasses in his hand. Too stunned to react, he just stared as Watanuki leaned forward slightly, holding his right eye open and touched it gently.

"... Contacts...?" he practically sputtered.

"I couldn't do it." Watanuki said, putting the lens away, "I was so mad, so pissed I didn't want anything that was yours, would remind me of you." He looked him in the eyes; half gold and pure sapphire staring into deep amber, "Of course, the biggest one was right in my face. When I found out I could reverse it, give it back... I... I couldn't do it."

Those beautifully mismatched eyes slowly lowered, turning away. "I... I guess some part of me wanted to hold on... not give up," he sighed as he put his free hand on his shoulder. "But I was so torn, so confused, I didn't... so I figured out how to block it all."

"With a contact?"

Watanuki chuckled before turning back, "No, I just couldn't take seeing... looking like this. For a while it was everyday. I slowly started forgetting it... but I started up all over again about a week before you came back. Hmmph, hitsuzen, right? I'm surprised no one told you."

He nodded at his words. "So your side told you where I was. Why the sudden change?"

Taking his glasses back, Watanuki started walking past him. "What are you talking about?"

Before he knew it, he'd thrown it away and him against the wall. "You know what I'm talking about. My shower. From so nervous and insecure to like I never left in a few hours."

Watanuki was instantly in his face, "I thought I was gonna lose you!"

He took his chin, "But you didn't. I didn't even come close." Letting go, he stepped back, "They're not here; they won't be for a couple of days. Talk to me."

Neither one moved as hundreds of thoughts came to them both.

"It's like I already said. I thought I was going to loose you," Watanuki started as he slipped away, going to the couch, "You... I was so scared to let you back in. But Yûko..."

He smirked as he stepped up behind him, "Papa."

He nodded, "I wasn't gonna keep you apart. Growing up alone... I just want them to have a family, even if it meant I had to tolerate you all over again." He chuckled slightly, "But you... you understood what I wanted. You focused on Maru and Moro, you were just there, like before."

"You didn't push, you didn't try. But that fight, I had to admit you were more than a part of their life." Watanuki huffed as he turned around; not at all surprised he was so close.

All the raw emotions on Watanuki's face made him step back, "So that's why you stayed?"

"Not completely," he smirked, "I fell for the bait, remember. I had to see if you really can cook. It... I guess it just snowballed after that. You already proved you would be there for me in this realm, our normal lives."

"The pneumonia."

"Then there was Zhi, and their birthday, the slime..."

"Spirits too."

Watanuki nodded, "I realized you were a part of their lives and mine. But that meant they'd be hurt too, if you... I didn't want to put them through that."

He reached out, taking his chin, "I'm not going to."

"I know that now," Watanuki smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry it took something like this to make me see."

He smirked before...

Watanuki staggered to his right, his left hand going to his cheek, "What the hell was that for?"

He only smiled as he took his elbows, helping him stand straight again. Slowly pulling his hand away, he gently kissed his reddening cheek. "Now we're even," he whispered before softly nibbling on his bottom lip.

Watanuki suddenly snapped out of it, surprising him by grabbing his face, pulling him into a deep, powerful kiss. He smiled into the kiss before Watanuki twisted away from his lips, panting heavily and gasping as he started running kisses down his neck. His hands slid into his hair as his slipped up to his chest, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. It was bittersweet as he finally got to run his hands over that lithe physique - they weren't on his back, but he could feel faint scars across his chest. The light tug at his hair before those hands moved down his back seemed to admonish, forgive, and permit every thought and desire in his mind, his heart.

Those nimble hands tugging his shirt from his pants pulled him away with a smile as he slowly backed Watanuki up to the couch. Barely brushing his skin, he quickly pushed Watanuki's shirt from his shoulders, smirking as it flapped back unto the couch. Not caring that his shirt was still half-tucked, Watanuki snatched the back of his shirt, violently yanking it over his head. When he finally got free, he couldn't help his soft laughter.

Those glasses askew, that tail of a shirt, his narrow chest heaving, his flushed face. It was the anger, the passion in those unparalleled eyes that stopped him. Slowly removing his glasses, lightly brushing his fingers over Watanuki's cheek seemed to erase the anger, a looked of wonder mixing in with the desire as he realized what he had in front of him. He only nodded as Watanuki's eyes darted to his, felt those work-worn hands grazing his skin, sending goose bumps and shivers all throughout his body.

Drawing closer, he ran his hands up his elbows, moving in for another kiss only to stop as he felt those soft lips press against his neck, running along his collarbone. His hum held a hint of deviousness as his hands kept moving, the pads of each finger slowly rubbing up and down his nipples. Watanuki's gasps into his shoulder turned into moans as he nuzzled at his neck, coaxing his way into another searing kiss. The need to get closer only intensified as the kiss deepened, drawing their bodies together.

Wrapping his arms tightly around him, Watanuki whimpered at the sudden friction, absently rubbing their arousals together. He smiled softly as he starting running kisses down his neck, his hands stroking his back with Watanuki's rocking. A soft groan seeped through his haze of pleasure and he took his hips in his hands, trying to make himself make Watanuki stop.

"Don't... please Shizuka-" came all deep and breathy until he cut in, kissing him passionately as he lowered him to the couch. He hummed into their kiss, pulling him along, one hand going for his jeans.

He pulled away from that delectable mouth, smiling as he immediately started nuzzling, sucking his earlobe gently. "Are you sure?" the only answer he got was Watanuki unbuttoning his pants. He tried to fight the moan as his zipper was so slowly pulled down.

Those hands suddenly shoved him back. Blinking rapidly as he tried to get his mind to work, "Uhh... the drawer," he strained towards the coffee table.

He followed his gaze, quickly pulling it open. As he took out the bottle of baby oil, Watanuki smiled at his expression. "Stupid pork-bun keeps getting stuck in things."

He tired to chuckle; it quickly turned into a groan as one of his hands slipped into his pants, stroking him through his boxers. Burying his face in Watanuki's neck, he knelt over him for some time, moaning, as he got lost in the hazy pleasure. Watanuki's free hand slipped up his back, across his shoulders to his face, pulling him into another deep kiss, delving his tongue into his mouth. Suddenly wanting more of his Kimihiro, he quickly loosened his pants, standing as he almost yanked them off.

With no more than a lust-filled gaze, he knelt on the wide armrest, kissing the tip of his arousal before slowly sucking it into his eager mouth, making his Kimihiro cry out, "Oh shit!"

Feeling himself getting harder at his gasps and moans, he coated his fingers with the oil, stroking his inner thighs, hands caressing his cheeks before tracing the crevice. Kimihiro's leg rubbing against his arousal made him moan around his Kimihiro's own, making him shudder and buck as he slowly slipped a finger in. Each additional finger, each flinch and cringe he'd hum again, the new pleasure overriding the pain. Kimihiro suddenly cried out, bucking into his ministrations and letting him know, but he wouldn't quit until he was tugging at his hair, "Shi... Shizu... ka, please!" he whined breathlessly.

He licked his way up his Kimihiro as he quickly poured more oil onto his hands. He jumped as Kimihiro took his hands, rubbing the oil off onto his own as he kissed him passionately. It was immediately broken when he felt those nimble hands wrap around him, his quick fierce strokes as he coated his arousal. His own deep moans vibrated against Kimihiro's chest, gaining him a purr as he stopped his hands. All he did was look into those eyes, both nodding softly as he leaned in, kissing him intimately as he moved them closer, slowly penetrating his Kimihiro.

He cried out in pleasure and pain, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, his short nails clawing into his shoulder as he tried to ignore his urges and focus on his love. The tears burned his skin as he whispered softly in his ear, "I don't want to hurt you."

That raven hair brushed his cheek, "I'm okay." His fingers relaxed, fanning out as he ran them down his back, squeezing his ass. He moaned as he felt those slim legs wrapping around his waist, slowly pushing them closer together, driving him farther inside. Each moan, each hitch, each gasp was pure torture. He wanted to give in, truly claim his Kimihiro with one swift thrust; but he couldn't bring himself to hurt him anymore than he already had.

One hand gently cupping his face made him look into those endlessly deep eyes. "I need you Shizuka." His voice was breathless, shaky, and laced with so many emotions.

And he caught every word, each meaning. "Always," he whispered against his lips, persuading Kimihiro to open up, his tongue diving in, drawing his out and sucking gently. Tasting his moans, he slowly curled his hand around his Kimihiro's arousal, stroking swiftly as he thrust the rest of the way in. His pleasure-filled cries were only heightened by his moans as he brushed his prostate, making him buck, his arousal twitch in his hand.

Breathing heavily, he gave into the fast pace his Kimi-chan was creating, heading every moaned "Harder" every panted "Faa-faster". The need and desire overrode all else as they rocked passionately. His cry vibrating into his shoulder, he felt the wash of his release across their stomachs, over his hand. The heat and tightness bearing down, he followed right after, moaning into the cushion beside his head.

Huffing laughter brushed his ear. "I never thought..."

"I didn't expect..." he tried, slowly rising to his elbows. He jumped at the look on his face.

"My kitchen's off limits too."