Donut Love

Donut Love

Contains slash and random lack of timelines and plot.

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2. Night

Watanuki, without a doubt, did not like going out at night. Truly, it was the most frightening time of day. Grasping the collar of his jacket, he hunched his shoulders in and tried to conserve as much warmth as possible while walking down the chilly dark street. He could see his breath steaming out in front of him by the dingy light of the streetlamps and made sure to keep all of his senses alert for danger, be it human or otherwise. It had been an emergency, somewhat, the reason he was out so late at night. Doumeki had suddenly come down with an immense fever that simple home remedies alone couldn’t mend. So, being the loyal and dedicated (and panicked) lover that he was, Watanuki had put his sick boyfriend to bed and braved the frigid darkness of the night all the way down to the corner grocery store that luckily was open all night.

Now, making his way through the inky black streets back towards their shared apartment, Watanuki couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip in nervousness as the darkness all around him seemed to become a little too dark. Oh gods. . . this couldn’t be good.

Breathing quicker, Watanuki upped his pace to a slight jog, his ears straining for foreign and suspicious sounds that seemed to be closing in on him from all sides. He held the brown paper bag containing Doumeki’s medicine closer to his chest protectively. Hell, if they wanted to stalk him like a bunch of idiot pervert spirits, fine! But they weren’t getting anywhere near the medicine!

All of a sudden, there was a loud scratching sound off to his left, causing Watanuki to jump and look in that direction frantically. The sound continued to ring loudly in his ears even as it evolved into more of a long, drawn out dragging sound, as if something we being scraped along the ground. . . getting closer to him.

Oh my god. . .oh my god!

Watanuki broke out into a full run just as he felt something brush the back of his jacket. Gasping wildly, he ran like a man possessed, no longer worried solely about his boyfriend but about he himself, also. Dammit, of all the times he had to go out at night it had to be when Doumeki couldn’t accompany him! Watanuki had gotten so used to being around the ghost-repelling boy almost constantly that he’d nearly forgotten what it was like to not have that helpful force pushing the demons and spirits away as if by an invisible shield.

But now. . . well, he was remembering the terror that had been his frequent enemy as a child and teen. And even now, it seemed, the ghosts were out once more for a taste of his blood.

In front of him now he saw the shadowy bulk of the apartment building they lived in and gave an internal sigh of relief. Not yet, though, was he home free. Growling and groaning sounds could be heard coming from just behind him. . . too close for his comforts. . . but it wasn’t like he had any plans to stop.

Tearing around the corner and ready to throw himself up the stairs that lead to his floor, Watanuki let out an shocked cry when he slammed full bodily into another person. He tensed as he started to fall and closed his eyes tightly, waiting to hit the cement ground, but then gasped and let his eyes fly open as his body jerked from the action of his arm being caught mid-fall. He raised his wide eyes up and up to peer at his savior (or could-be attacker) in the face and nearly collapsed when he saw who it was.

“D-Doumeki?! What are you doing here? You should be in bed!” He shouted, unmindful of the time or of the baddies that had been pursuing him. He was still a little shaken up (okay, he was a lot shaken up) but there were other more important things to be taken care of at the moment. Besides, Doumeki being here meant the spirits wouldn’t be coming any closer, thank god.

“Well?” He demanded, placing an arm around the taller boy’s waist when he noticed him beginning to sway dangerously where he stood. Come to think of it, Doumeki looked trashed. He certainly didn’t look like the type of person who was supposed to be waltzing around outside past midnight. He shot his boyfriend a dangerous glare.

Doumeki swayed again, but not as badly as before and gazed down at Watanuki with unfocused eyes. There was a noticeable flush to his cheeks and his dark blue yukata didn’t look warm enough for the current weather. He sighed tiredly and began to slowly walk up the stairs with Watanuki’s aid. He merely said, “I was worried.”

Watanuki gaped at him, incredulous. “You were worried? I was worried! And what the hell are you doing out here when you were nearly on you death bed not half an hour ago?!”

Doumeki groaned as if to imply that Watanuki was being too loud and that his head really couldn’t take any more of the arguing, but he allowed the other teen to open the door to their home before simply replying, “I know you don’t like going out at night. I wanted to at least be there when you got back.”

Watanuki stopped halfway to their kitchen and turned back to stare at him in stunned disbelief, an odd expression blooming on his face as he rolled that idea around in his head. He quietly placed the medicine onto the counter, took out the suggested dose, and handed it to Doumeki along with a small glass of water. Moments later he still hadn’t said anything and was laying beside his boyfriend on their futon, gazing mutely at the ceiling.

Eventually, he sighed and looked forlornly at Doumeki. “You scared me you jerk,” He whispered, eyes shining even in the dark.

“I-” Doumeki started, but Watanuki cut him off by pressing his hand against his mouth.

“I know what you meant. I. . . I know.” He smoothed his palm over Doumeki’s sweaty forehead and encouraged him to close his eyes. Several minutes later he wasn’t surprised to hear quiet, somewhat hoarse breathing coming from the sick man in his bed.

He leaned over to press a dry kiss to that same sweaty forehead and smiled a smile that said just how lucky and hopeless and unworthy he was of such a partner. Settling back down into his bedding and pulling the comforter under his chin, Watanuki sighed as the tension in his body eased and he finally felt at peace.

Closing his eyes, his lips wordlessly uttered, “Good night. . . ”




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