Some Say Love

Some Say Love

Flora Winters

I do not own XXXHolic.

Summary: It happened in Yuuko’s kitchen. This story will contain male on male action and lots of shiny language here and there.

Chapter One

Pale pink cherry blossoms were fluttering through the air like snow. They were so pretty in the silver glow of the full moon. The night air was warm and the bunny in the moon jumped out of his fluffy white fur when Watanuki suddenly had a sneezing fit, sending his glasses flying off his pretty face.

“Catch a cold?” Doumeki asked, catching his glasses, looking them over, making sure they were not harmed.

Watanuki sniffed, rubbing his nose, moaning with tears in his eyes as he did so. He held out his other hand for his glasses, shaking his head in answer. He silently drew in a deep breath when Doumenki’s fingers made slight contact with his palm.

“Something wrong?” Doumeki asked, looking at him in what Watanuki translated as concern.

“I’m fine,” he lied, putting his glasses back on his face. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Doumeki nodded and followed along behind him. He silently admitted to himself that Watanuki was even more beautiful without his glasses on. He wondered if he ever thought about getting contact lenses. It made him smile as he followed after the shorter teen.

Watanuki was doing his best to stay calm. He kept telling himself over and over that he did not desire Doumeki whatsoever. There was nothing appealing about the handsome, muscle headed, golden eyed oaf at all. But, when his fingers had touched him, there had definitely been a spark there. It had been so bright and hot, it had nearly scorched the skin right off his palm.

Shut up, he fumed at himself, just shut your face.

“Are we there yet?” Doumeki asked, looking around the deserted street. He pretended not to see the tumbleweed being blown across it by some ominous wind.

“You know Yuuko,” Watanuki sighed, ignoring the spirits that were staying just out of his range because of Doumeki being with him. “She has to have the very best of everything. I hate these stupid moon gazing parties of hers. I never get to have any fun at all. I’m always the one cooking and serving you all like a slave.”

He could not help but think her to be the Sin of Gluttony. He yelped when the mental bitch-slap got him right between the eyes.

“It is not polite to say mean things about a benevolent being such as I, Watanuki.” Yuuko laughed from inside his mind like nails on a chalkboard just to grate on his nerves.

He immediately tilted his head to the side, smacking his palm against his ear, trying to get her out.

“You have issues,” Doumeki said, doing his best not to smirk at the troubled guy.

“Speaking of issues,” Watanuki growled, fighting not to smack his head off with his shoulder bag. “Don’t you have some dirty manga to read?”

Doumeki nodded, holding one up. It had two extremely handsome guys on the front cover, holding each other, looking like they were about to kiss at any moment. The title of it was Gakuen Heaven.

Watanuki felt like he was about to get a nosebleed. The two of them were really good looking. He turned back around, ignoring the taller pervert.

“How can you read stuff like that?” He asked, marching on, trying to find the damn liquor store.

“Sake,” Yuuko moaned, reaching out to him. “I must have sake…”

“What do you mean?” Doumeki asked, flipping to the page he was on. “What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know!” Watanuki yelled in frustration, walking faster, trying to get away from him. Spirits be damned! “It’s just dirty. You shouldn’t be reading that smut out in public.”

“Who is going to see me?” Doumeki asked from right beside him. He was speed walking right along with him. He ignored the second tumbleweed that was blown across their path.

Watanuki just kept on looking straight ahead, suddenly stopping dead in his tracks with a silent gasp, turning whiter than the ghosts that were following right along behind him. He put a hand to his heart, trying to calm himself. It wasn’t working.

“What is it?” Doumeki asked, rolling his eyes. “Did you forget your wallet or something?”

There was a spirit standing at least ten feet away from where they were. He was tall, had long golden locks flowing around his handsome face, bright emerald green eyes, and skin whiter than fresh fallen snow. There was a gaping hole in his naked chest right where his heart should have been. There was such deep sadness in those depthless jewels.

“Help me,” the spirit whispered like the wind blowing in a place that was eternally lonely, silver tears streaming from his eyes like a fountain of pearls.

“Watanuki?” Doumeki asked in concern, looking him over. “What is it?”

“Please,” the spirit begged, holding out his muscular white arms to him. “My heart… he took my heart.”

Watanuki took a step back in tears and Doumeki got in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders, shaking him.

The spirit turned his face away with a sad moan, vanishing in a pearly white vapor.

“Hey!” Doumeki actually yelled, gently tapping Watanuki’s pale cheek with the back of his hand.

Watanuki grabbed the front of his shirt, holding onto him tightly, burying his face against his muscular chest, trembling with sorrow. He couldn’t even speak and his legs were shaking. He would have fallen had he not grabbed something, anything to hold onto.

This reaction, of course, threw Doumeki for a wild loop on some cracked out rollercoaster. He had no idea what to think of this. He didn’t know if he should risk putting his arms around him and comfort him, or just let him do as he was doing without saying anything until he was ready to talk. He decided to risk his limbs.

He gently wrapped his arms around the trembling teen who was seconds away from tearing his shirt. He was shaking as if he were freezing to death. That wasn’t good. What the hell should he do? He looked over, seeing a bench on the sidewalk across the street.

“Come on,” he said, beginning to lead Watanuki over to it. “We’ll sit down over there.”

“No,” Watanuki whispered, squeezing his shirt even tighter, not realizing what he was doing or else he would have shit a brick. “Take me back.”

“You’re shaking,” Doumeki told him, holding onto him tighter. “You can barely walk.”

Watanuki suddenly realized what he was doing and jumped back with a hiss. “Then I’ll do it myself, you jerk!”

“Hold on,” Doumeki said, keeping him from doing anything alone, and turned around.

“What are you doing?” Watanuki asked, wiping his eyes. “I want to get out of here.”

“Get on,” Doumeki said, offering to piggyback him.

Watanuki blinked. “What?”

“Get on,” Doumeki said. “I’ll carry you back.”

Watanuki would have told him to go fuck a duck and die, but, a blood chilling wind blew straight through him, causing him to shiver with fear. He looked behind him to see that there was nothing there. It was like the wind was crying.

“Fine,” he said, wiping his nose, gritting his teeth. “But, if you tell anyone about his… I’ll do something not very nice.”

Doumeki stood up with Watanuki on his back and began walking. “Why would I tell anyone? Am I really such a horrible person?”

Watanuki ignored him. This was really nice. His heart was thumping so hard and he was suddenly terrified all over again, but for a completely different reason. He was terrified that Doumeki could feel it thumping against his broad back. Wow, his back really was broad, and his body was so hard.

“Umm, Watanuki?” Doumeki asked, turning his head around, trying to look at him. “Could you please stop feeling me up?”

Watanuki gasped.

“It’s making it really hard to walk,” He told him.

Watanuki found his voice and Doumeki had no free hands to stick his fingers in his ears with.

“I am not feeling you up!” He lied, squeezing his neck with his arms. “I am trying to keep myself from falling off you!”

“Fine,” Doumeki gasped, wheezing for air. “Whatever you say, just stop that.”

Watanuki slightly released his neck from his grip of doom and put his head down between his shoulder blades. He closed his eyes and sighed. This wasn’t really so bad. He really was amazed how bigger Doumeki was to him like this. There was no way he could have done this for Doumeki. Well, he could probably drag him, but, that would be about it.

“Help me,” that lonely voice whispered from deep within his mind. “My heart… he took my heart.”

It made him shiver again and he held onto Doumeki a little tighter.

“You can go to sleep if you want to,” Doumeki told him, stopping to catch his breath. “This might take awhile.”

“What are you saying?” Watanuki asked with a cocked brow, arms tightening to choke him again. “Are you saying I’m heavy?”

“No, not at all,” Doumeki told him truthfully. “Your bones are just cutting into me.”

“Oh, are they now?” Watanuki asked, smiling evilly. “You mean like this?”

Doumeki winced. It was going to be a long walk back to Lady Yuuko’s.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you all so much for the encouraging reviews. I really enjoyed reading them.

Flora.