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.

Prologue

Yuuko sipped her expensive sake and giggled like a demon possessed little witch straight out of Hogwarts. Oh, the shiny new manga she was reading was so erotic and super sexy, too. She wondered if she could get her body into the same position the two sweaty manly men were in. So, she immediately tried to do so and magically managed to land flat on her pretty face with the grace of a drunken baby deer. She was quickly helped up by Moro and Maru.

Watanuki’s left eye twitched and he dropped his head with a sad sigh. His employer was a major glutton and an alcoholic to boot. But, no matter how hard he bitched about his position as slave to the kitchen, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the drunk.

He was suddenly smacked across the back of the head with an elaborate folding fan, sending him stumbling forward into the muscular arms of the jerk-face in which he promptly hissed at like a pissed off putty-tat.

“It’s not polite to speak ill of your employer,” Yuuko told him, adjusting her gorgeous kimono so that her milky white twins didn’t escape, smiling at her two pretties.

“Don’t touch me!” Watanuki snarled, pushing away from the jerk-face, wondering when the hell he had gotten there, and turned on Yuuko. “I wasn’t speaking at all!”

“Oh, do hush your head,” she said, holding hers. “And bring me some more sake.”

Maru and Moro did their little happy dance around him, giggling as they did so.

“You already drank it all?” He asked in horror, holding his cheeks. Oh, why did he even bother?

Mokona bounced up the length of his body to sit on top of his head. “Drinky with the drink-drink, Watanuki.”

“Yo,” Doumeki said, raising his right hand in greeting.

Watanuki cocked a delicate brow. “Delayed reaction much?”

Doumeki strolled past him, slightly brushing his shoulder with his arm, clearly ignoring him.

“You look dumber than ever!” Watanuki shouted, pointing at him, and ran from the room with Mokona pulling on his hair, giggling.

Yuuko giggled at her pretty shiny’s antics and looked at the handsome young man seated before her. His face was blank and his golden eyes looked tired.

“Waaaataaaanuuuuukiiiii!” She called out in a long and loud drawl. “Where’s my saaaakeeeee?”

“I’m coming!” He yelled, walking back into her lovely parlor, carrying a tray in hand, yelling for Mokona to go bounce off somewhere and get himself lost.

“Yay!” She cheered, clapping her bone white hands in joy as the two twins danced around her.

He handed the booze to her and Mokona was already downing one. He looked to see that Doumeki was reading Yuuko’s naughty manga. He blushed because it was about two guys falling in love and doing the naughty.

“Oi,” Doumeki said, turning to look up at him. “Food.”

Watanuki gawked in silent rage.

“Yes!” Yuuko squealed in delight at her second pretty shiny. “Fix lots of snacks, Watanuki.”

“Snacks.” Moro and Maru sang out in perfect harmony.

“Hungry!” Mokona yelled, pointing at his mouth. “Feed me!”

Watanuki ground his white teeth together and squeezed his fists ever so tightly at his sides. Oh, he was so pissed. He was going to teach them a lesson they would never forget. He stuck his tongue out at them all and went to go fix the food.

Yuuko glanced over the rim of her bottle at Doumeki with curious eyes, seeing the pale pink blush on his cheeks. It seemed like he was really enjoying the story.

“Here!” She cackled, dropping a box of manga over his head. “Enjoy!”

“Enjoy, enjoy!” The two twins sang out.

He gazed down at the pile of books in his lap and his lips slightly twitched upwards. It was all Yuuko needed.

xXx

“That jerk has some nerve,” Watanuki seethed, stirring a delicious smelling soup. It was alright for Yuuko to boss him around. She was his EMPLOYER! That jerk was just a pain in his ass.

He took a sip, making sure it was perfect. Wait! Why the hell did he care? Did the resident witch keep any rat poison? Eh, probably not.

“Oi,” annoyance incarnate said, pecking him on the shoulder, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“What the hell?” Watanuki yelled, spinning around, pulling Doumeki’s finger out of his ear, yelling into it. “Don’t sneak up on people!”

Doumeki just looked at him, holding out a large hand. “Bag.”

“Huh?” Watanuki asked, turning to check on his soup, and turned back to him.

Doumeki pointed. “Bag.”

“If you wanted it,” Watanuki hissed like a kitty on crack, picking it up, slipping it onto the bigger teen’s wrist. “Why didn’t you just get it yourself?”

Doumeki smiled and it was creepy as hell. “Because I knew you would get it for me.”

Did he just speak more than two words?

Watanuki fought real hard not to pick the boiling hot soup up off the flame and pour it over the jerk’s head. It would so serve him right. He was not a slave.

“Here,” he said, holding up a spoonful of soup for the jerk to taste. “Try it.”

Doumeki cocked a brow, but, did as he was told. It was really tasty, but, he wouldn’t tell Watanuki that. Getting under the beautiful teen’s white flesh was too much fun.

“Hmm,” he said, making a face. “It needs salt.”

Watanuki seriously thought about jabbing the spoon down the jerk’s throat and spooning out his tonsils. If he was to gag to death, well, good for him.

“Fine,” Watanuki said, picking up the porcelain white saltshaker with little painted black hearts on it. Hmm, Yuuko must have bought a new one. “There’s your salt.”

Doumeki grinned. He loved salt.

“And wipe that creepy and yet very stupid grin off your deranged face,” Watanuki snarled, stirring the soup, paying no attention to the pink glow that vanished.

“Is it ready yet?” Yuuko asked from the doorway.

“Almost,” Watanuki told her, sipping the soup again. Hmm, it tasted wonderful. He was such a kitchen god.

“What’s the delay?” She asked, drinking more of her sake.

“Food takes time to prepare,” he said, pointing at the saltshaker he had used. “And this jerk needed more salt.”

Yuuko looked at it and her beautiful garnet eyes widened. She could not help but smile.

“It is inevitable,” she said.

“What is?” He asked, turning to look at her, only to bump into a hard muscular chest.

He growled real low in his throat, looking up into golden eyes. “Must you stand so close to me?”

“Smells good,” Doumeki deadpanned, looking down at him. “Want.”

Watanuki felt his body warm and he gulped. Those golden eyes looked like they were going to eat him whole, leaving nothing for the scavengers. Those lips were so close. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Soup,” Doumeki said, walking away with a bowlful, sniffing it.

“You jerk!” Watanuki yelled, only to watch in glee as the muscle headed oaf tripped over Mokona. He dropped the bowl with a crash of breaking china.

Yuuko gave her furry little friend the thumbs up. He had done good.

“I’m not in the mood for soup, Watanuki,” she said, draping an arm across her forehead in a swoon. “Pour it out and fix me something deep fried in liquor and smothered in chocolate.”

Watanuki just looked at her as she picked the saltshaker up and then at Doumeki who was looking down at the mess he had made. He looked to be grieving not for the broken china but for the soup he would never get to eat. He looked back at Yuuko. She had to be kidding.

“I’m not,” she said, turning around in a hiss of colorful silk. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth, my dear, Watanuki.”

“Feed me!” Mokona yelled, bouncing around Watanuki’s feet.

“Hey!” Watanuki hissed after the muscular archer. “Aren’t you at least going to attempt to clean that up?”

Doumeki shook his head, walking away from him. “Nope.”

“Why you…” he seethed, looking around for something sharp. He would hold up something yummy and have the jerk-face run into his blade a few times. That would learn him a thing or three.

“Feed me!” Mokona growled, biting his ankle.

“More drinks!” Yuuko called out in laughter.

Watanuki ignored them all. He couldn’t get those gold eyes out of his mind. A sudden realization bitch-slapped him across the face with a pretty bag full of jagged rocks, causing him to pull on his hair, and scream.

Doumeki looked up from his manga, hearing the beautiful teen cursing at every kami in existence. He rolled his eyes when he heard a loud crash of metal pans and went back to reading with a longing sigh.

Yuuko smirked, petting Maru and Moro’s pretty little heads.

It is inevitable…

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’ve read some of the XXXHolic manga and fell in love. When I watched the anime for the first time earlier today, I simply had to get these two together.

Flora.