xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, shadow
Watanuki is not the sort of boy who sleeps with a light on. For one thing, it's wasteful. For another thing, his sorts of things that go bump in the night aren't scared off by an electric light, although they do sometimes blow out street-lights, just before they try to eat him. And for a third thing, his apartment is guarded and warded, not as well as Yuuko's shop but good enough. If anything is powerful enough to get through, he'd almost rather not see it coming. That's the worst part of being indoors. There's nowhere to run.
Doumeki wants the light on. It doesn't make sense, because stupid Doumeki's never been scared of anything in his life. Almost never. And Watanuki is not thinking about the exceptions, because...because it's Doumeki, and does he want to give himself an ulcer from sheer exasperation before he's twenty? Of course not. In any case: Doumeki wants the light on, even though it's completely pointless. "I want to see you."
"Why would you want to see me?" Watanuki demands. "There's nothing to see! It's just a body! A body which is skinny, and boring, and if I hear you say even one word, you pervert, I am walking out that door this instant!"
"It's your body," Doumeki says, ignoring Watanuki's perfectly reasonable points. Again. As usual. Which means it's up to Watanuki to find a compromise, also as usual.
"Fine," he says, as snippily as he can. "Then I'll light some candles, and that will light things just fine, and I don't want to hear any complaints."
"Okay," Doumeki says.
The candles do provide light. But they also create shadows, enormous flickering shadows. Watanuki reminds himself that they're in the temple, and even if he doubted the wards here (which he doesn't, because he's not stupid), he's with Doumeki, who's like a human ward all on his own.
"Watanuki," Doumeki says.
"What!"
"Look at me."
Watanuki opens his mouth to protest, to say he's hardly worth looking at. But Doumeki already is tipping his head up so he's meeting Doumeki's golden eyes, so Watanuki's objections fall away into a mutter.
The shadows fall away too, because Doumeki is touching him. Not hesitantly, but as if he wasn't staring into Watanuki's eyes, which is completely not romantic and Watanuki will tell him so as soon as he regains his breath from Doumeki's hand running down his chest and tweaking his nipples. Nipples aren't supposed to be that sensitive on guys. It's not natural. None of this is natural. But Doumeki isn't looking at him, not really. He's still looking into Watanuki's eyes, and letting the shadows hide the rest.
Watanuki closes his eyes, and leans forward, and the kiss is awkward and sloppy and only lands on Doumeki's lips completely by accident, but it doesn't matter. It's stupid, and reckless, and Doumeki.
"Watanuki?"
Doumeki's hands have stopped, dammit. "Can you see all right?" Watanuki asks irritably.
"...yes."
"Then get on with it, you idiot." Hmph. No shadow in the world thick enough to hide that smirk. So long as Doumeki realizes -- ah! -- it's an enormous favor. If he wants to look, he can look.
Just so long as he doesn't complain afterwards, Watanuki thinks firmly, and moans as Doumeki's hands slide between his legs.