Donut Love
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+S to Z › XXXholic
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,155
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own XXXholic, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Donut Love
Contains slash and random lack of timelines and plot.
Please enjoy. (4/50)
sexypancake
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#4. Flower
When Watanuki thought of the women in his life, he often thought of flowers. Himawari-chan was like a gentle plum blossom waiting to greet the day with her cheery radiance and light. Sakura-san was, of course, a cherry blossom filled with hope and beauty and love for all of those around her. Even Yuuko-san, bane of his existence, reminded him of a graceful and deadly black rose (if such a thing existed) who seemed to emit unending knowledge, mystery, and sinful seductive power.
Such was how he categorized and thought of the many lovely women who either tortured or brought peace and bliss into his life. These comparisons, however, came to a dead halt at Doumeki, who certainly and absolutely didn’t remind him of any kind of flower at all.
Instead, Doumeki reminded him of everything a flower wasn’t.
From the trees to the wind, and from the grass to the water, Doumeki reminded him of everything stable and secure in nature and life. Reflectively, Watanuki wasn’t quite sure why he thought all of this, but then again, he wasn’t exactly going out of his way to mention it to anyone, so it wasn’t like it made any difference in his day to day life.
“Oi.” Doumeki muttered next to him, nudging him lightly in the side with his elbow. Watanuki’s eyes snapped away from the window where he’d been staring out into the rain and glared half-heartedly at his boyfriend. He wasn’t really mad, and Doumeki knew this, but old habits died hard. He sighed and leaned into Doumeki’s side, looking back out the window as a strong, warm arm curled around his waist. They were sitting at the low living-room table in their shared apartment, located near the window that Watanuki found himself more often than naught lately staring out in a sort of contemplative daze. They’d been living together for seven months and everything was great. He could hardly wrap his mind around the idea.
Doumeki nuzzled his temple softly, sensing his mood, and then buried his nose into the back of Watanuki’s hair, inhaling the fragrant sent. Watanuki had been distant as of late, but not alarmingly so. The larger boy knew that things would be alright as long as he let his other half search through his feelings and sort out whatever was bothering him. If he wanted to speak, then Doumeki would be there to listen. As it was, the most he could offer was a warm shoulder as the rain continued to pour.
Watanuki turned to gaze at Doumeki then, a soft look in his eyes as his arms moved to slide around the archer’s neck and lean into his soothing embrace. Doumeki wound his arms fully around the slighter boy’s waist and rocked them gently.
“I’m glad you’re not a flower.” Watanuki’s murmured, causing Doumeki’s unseen brow to rise. He mentally shrugged it off to typical Watanuki oddness, and continued to rock them, the only sound in the silence coming from the gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the window.
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Thank you for reading.
Please review.
sexypancake
Contains slash and random lack of timelines and plot.
Please enjoy. (4/50)
sexypancake
ooo
#4. Flower
When Watanuki thought of the women in his life, he often thought of flowers. Himawari-chan was like a gentle plum blossom waiting to greet the day with her cheery radiance and light. Sakura-san was, of course, a cherry blossom filled with hope and beauty and love for all of those around her. Even Yuuko-san, bane of his existence, reminded him of a graceful and deadly black rose (if such a thing existed) who seemed to emit unending knowledge, mystery, and sinful seductive power.
Such was how he categorized and thought of the many lovely women who either tortured or brought peace and bliss into his life. These comparisons, however, came to a dead halt at Doumeki, who certainly and absolutely didn’t remind him of any kind of flower at all.
Instead, Doumeki reminded him of everything a flower wasn’t.
From the trees to the wind, and from the grass to the water, Doumeki reminded him of everything stable and secure in nature and life. Reflectively, Watanuki wasn’t quite sure why he thought all of this, but then again, he wasn’t exactly going out of his way to mention it to anyone, so it wasn’t like it made any difference in his day to day life.
“Oi.” Doumeki muttered next to him, nudging him lightly in the side with his elbow. Watanuki’s eyes snapped away from the window where he’d been staring out into the rain and glared half-heartedly at his boyfriend. He wasn’t really mad, and Doumeki knew this, but old habits died hard. He sighed and leaned into Doumeki’s side, looking back out the window as a strong, warm arm curled around his waist. They were sitting at the low living-room table in their shared apartment, located near the window that Watanuki found himself more often than naught lately staring out in a sort of contemplative daze. They’d been living together for seven months and everything was great. He could hardly wrap his mind around the idea.
Doumeki nuzzled his temple softly, sensing his mood, and then buried his nose into the back of Watanuki’s hair, inhaling the fragrant sent. Watanuki had been distant as of late, but not alarmingly so. The larger boy knew that things would be alright as long as he let his other half search through his feelings and sort out whatever was bothering him. If he wanted to speak, then Doumeki would be there to listen. As it was, the most he could offer was a warm shoulder as the rain continued to pour.
Watanuki turned to gaze at Doumeki then, a soft look in his eyes as his arms moved to slide around the archer’s neck and lean into his soothing embrace. Doumeki wound his arms fully around the slighter boy’s waist and rocked them gently.
“I’m glad you’re not a flower.” Watanuki’s murmured, causing Doumeki’s unseen brow to rise. He mentally shrugged it off to typical Watanuki oddness, and continued to rock them, the only sound in the silence coming from the gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the window.
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