Snapped

AN- Not only is this my first xxxHolic fic, but it’s also my first fic involving any type of sex. I’m nervous, so please review to tell me how I did. Thanks.

AN # 2- After taking the advice in my reviews into consideration (thank you everyone!), I've decided to edit this a bit near the end. I've added a couple paragraphs to make it better.

Snapped

Doumeki’s grip on his wrist was so tight it was painful. He was being dragged behind the taller boy like a wayward child by an angry parent. Ranting, raving, screaming, protesting and threatening had done nothing to get the archer to release him, so after several blocks of trying, Watanuki had given up. Besides, they were almost to his apartment building. Once they reached his door, Doumeki shoved him towards it, only then releasing his wrist.

“Open it.” The archer said calmly, arms crossed over his chest.

“Don’t you order me around!” Watanuki growled, pulling out his key.
He opened the door and slid through quickly, anticipating the joy of slamming the door in the arrogant jerk’s face. But of course his plans fell through when the jerk just shoved it open wider and forced his way in.

The Seer’s insult died on his lips when Doumeki slammed the door shut behind him. He’d never seen the archer do something so… emotional. Cautiously, Watanuki studied the older boy’s face. A year ago he would have missed the anger simmering under the surface of Doumeki’s expression.

“I told you to wait there.” The archer said in a deceptively calm tone. The rebuke jolted Watanuki out of his reprieve.

“You’re not my babysitter! I am perfectly capable of walking home by my self.” He snapped.

“Apparently not.” Doumeki responded. “You only had to wait half an hour for me to get to that woman’s shop.”

“Shut up! It’s none of your business!” The Seer shouted, stomping his foot for effect.

“I was almost too late.”

“But you weren’t! I’m fine, congratulations. Now get out of my apartment!”

“Promise me that you’ll wait next time.” Doumeki said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t have to promise you anything! Get out of my-“

His words were cut off when the archer seized his upper arms, spun him around, and slammed him against the door.

“You. Almost. Died.” Doumeki growled, shaking the smaller boy in between each word. “What about that don’t you get, idiot?”

“Let go of me!” Watanuki yelled, shoving uselessly at the other boy’s chest. “It’s none of your business if I live or die anyway! Get-“

His words were halted when Doumeki’s mouth crushed down onto his own. The archer’s tongue was already grappling with his own by the time he even realized what was happening. Watanuki didn’t understand why he was kissing him back, or why he had a death grip on Doumeki’s shirt… and as long as the other boy was ravishing his mouth, he didn’t care.

Soon, Doumeki leaned in closer, wrapping one arm around Watanuki’s waist and tangling his free hand roughly in the shorter boy’s hair. The archer was devouring him, conquering him and Watanuki wanted more. His body had reacted to the first touch of lips, and the Seer wanted his protector the way he’d never wanted anyone else.
Doumeki stepped in even closer and Watanuki moaned as the archer’s thigh rubbed against his erection. The taller boy kissed him harder then, all anger and violence and desperation and fear. The Seer pressed his body closer, grinding his hips towards Doumeki’s.

It was then that the archer tore himself violently away and Watanuki felt the first brushes of shame. He stared at the ground, mortified, and it felt like his heart had stopped dead in his chest. Slowly, the older boy moved in close again and braced his arms on the wall on either side of the Seer.

“Kimihiro.” Doumeki murmured, breathing heavily in the shorter boy’s ear. “Tell me to leave.”

Watanuki gently pushed the other boy back, just far enough so that he could study his face. There were all the emotions he’d felt in the kiss and something more. Want. Need. And… It was then that Watanuki finally understood. All the sacrifice, all the protection… Doumeki loved him. Slowly, the Seer removed his glasses and tossed them onto a near-by chair.

“Stay.”

Doumeki didn’t give him the chance to say anything more before he was kissing him again, with just as much fervor as the first time. Once again, the archer’s hand fisted in his hair, this time to pull back his head to expose the pale column of his throat. Then Doumeki’s mouth was on his neck, leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses until his lips were halted at the top of Watanuki’s shirt.

The Seer could’ve sworn he heard a low growl emanate from the older boy’s throat. Before Watanuki could reach up to fumble with his shirt, Doumeki simply tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. The older boy pulled the tattered remains of cloth off the Seer and threw it to the ground.

Watanuki wanted to protest the treatment of his clothing, but forgot it as soon Doumeki’s mouth was on his collarbone. That sinful mouth moved slowly down his chest, then his stomach, tracing patterns on his skin with tongue and teeth.

Desperately, Watanuki clawed at Doumeki’s back until the archer’s shirt bunched in his hands and he was able pull off, adding it to the pile on the floor. Once the archer’s mouth made it to Watanuki’s belt he began to work his way up again, ending at the Seer’s lips. Quickly, the older teen grabbed for the other’s belt and began to unbuckle it. Pure surprise had Watanuki pulling Doumeki’s hands away and automatically he regretted it. Another low growl emanated from the archer as he grabbed the Seer’s wrists and slammed them up above his head.

The older boy leaned in close, setting his lips against the other teen’s ear as he managed a ragged whisper, “Last chance. Tell me to leave.”
Watanuki took in a shaky breath as shook his head in the negative.

“Stay.” He said again.

Doumeki nodded once before reclaiming the other’s lips while simultaneously dragging him across the room and unbuckling his pants. It was only a moment before the rest of Watanuki’s clothes were discarded and he stood naked in the middle of his living room. Doumeki stood back while pulling off his own pants and his eyes raked over the Seer’s body in an appreciative appraisal. The younger teen had never blushed so hard in his life.

Before Watanuki could give in to another fit of modesty, Doumeki pulled him close and started kissing his neck again, while his hands roamed over every inch of skin he could touch. The feel of the archer’s member rubbing against his own made the Seer groan, and ground his hips even closer to Doumeki’s.

Doumeki couldn’t take it any more. He knew he should slow down, knew he should be more careful, but none of it mattered. He had to have the Seer. Had to take him and make him his own. The archer finished pulling the other boy across the room then spun him around and pushed him down over the desk. Taking his manhood in his own hand, he rubbed the head up and down the crevice of Watanuki’s backside.

"Wait." Watanuki said a bit desperately. "In my pants pocket..."

He wanted to say no and take the other boy then, but despite all his anger the archer could never deney Watanuki anything. Doumeki pulled himself away to fetch the pants, muttering to himself all the way. He reached the pockets and pulled a condom and a small tube of lube. Having no idea what to say, he merely looked over at Watanuki and raised an eyebrow. The Seer turned a birght shade of red before stammering out, "It was Yuuko-san! She just shoved them my pocket as I was leaving and-" he bit off the rant as Doumeki came at him once more, all harsh kisses and roaming hands.

After a long moment, the archer slipped the condom on and himself with lube. Quickly, he spun Watanuki around and slipped his fingers into him. The Seer moaned low in his throat as Doumeki's perfect fingers slid into him deeper and harder each time. Soon, Doumeki took his member in his hand and began to rub against Watanuki once more, wondering how long his self-control would hold out.

Gasps and low moans tumbled from the younger boys throat, and just as he was opening his mouth to beg for more, Doumeki slammed into him, sinking in as far he could go. Watanuki cried out, a mixture of pain and pure sensation overwhelming him. Every nerve felt as though it was on fire, the smallest contact with Doumeki burning through him until he could feel nothing but him.

One of Doumeki’s arms circled Watanuki’s waist and pulled him closer, while his free hand wrapped around the Seer’s manhood. He matched each stroke of his hand with each thrust of his hips, reveling every time the young man underneath him moaned in pleasure. He’d known when he started this that he wouldn’t be able to last long, and could already feel his climax building. He wanted to taste Watanuki’s skin when he came, so he leaned down and bit the junction between the Seer’s neck and shoulder.

That scrape of teeth was the last thing Watanuki’s already over-sensitized body could tolerate and he came hard into the archer’s hand, half sobbing, half moaning out his protector’s given name. The sound of his name from the Seer’s lips pushed him over the edge and Doumeki found his release, pouring himself out as deep inside Watanuki as he could get. When that moment of bliss passed, he sagged against the Seer’s back.

They stood still and silent for a long moment before Doumeki gently pulled himself out of the younger teen. Before Watanuki could run off anywhere, the archer pulled him to the floor and held him close. Head buried in the Seer’s shoulder, Doumeki pressed a startlingly gentle kiss to Watanuki’s skin, all his anger having flowed out of him with his release.

With this one small kiss, Watanuki felt his heart tumble and fall in his chest, and right then, he knew he’d always loved Doumeki. Angry that he’d just now realized it, tears welled up in his eyes. Just then, the archer pulled away and looked down into his face.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, eyes never leaving Watanuki’s.

“You regret this?” the Seer whispered back, sitting up.

“Never.” Doumeki replied. “I just…” he sighed, his fingers lightly trailing the bruises already forming on his lover’s arms. “I should have been gentler.”

Watanuki nodded and the tears began to slide down his cheeks.

“Do you…?” the archer murmured, heart seizing in his chest, unable to finish the question he’d already been asked.

“No.” Watanuki shook his head. “I just now figured it out. I’m always the last to know.”

“Ah.” Was all Doumeki said as he pulled Watanuki back into his arms, fully understanding. The Seer studied him for a moment, thankful that Doumeki knew him better then anyone else, and that no other words were needed. With a deep sigh and rueful smile, he yelled out, “Don’t just say ‘ah’, you moron!”

“Shut up.” Doumeki replied, kissing the top of his lover’s head.

“And next time, you are taking me out to dinner first.” Watanuki informed him, poking him in the chest.

“Are you hungry now?” Doumeki asked mildly, looking down at the Seer who still lay securely in his arms. “Because there’s that noodle shop just around the corner…”

“You perv!” Watanuki shrieked as he struggled not to laugh. Doumeki only smirked, not ready to let his lover up yet. A long, comfortable silence ensued, and the archer found himself on the verge of sleep.

“Hey, Doumeki?”

“Hn?”

“I’ll wait next time.” Watanuki whispered before pressing his lips against the older teens. Pausing only a moment to give the Seer a soft half smile of gratitude, Doumeki kissed him back.

END

Thank you for reading. I hope the end fit… I just wanted to get them back to being IC, and show that nothing would really change between them. Please review.