XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Failing You ❯ 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Title:  Failing You
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: M
Length: 9 chapters. (This is #4) 
Summary: What would Doumeki do if he ever failed to save Watanuki? What would Watanuki do to stop him?

 

DISC: I do not own xxxHolic or any of the characters. These belong to Clamp - those crazy mangaka who make us all practically faint for the shonen-ai and then YANK it out from under us. Clamp, if I can have one request, it's to give us some DouWata love by the end of this series! PLEASE!

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Doumeki landed with a graceful roll. He was up on his feet, his bow held at the ready, but there was nothing to be seen. It was all grey mist.

 

But Watanuki had to be somewhere. The Tengu fan always took you to your intended destination. He closed his regular eye and just looked through the shared eye. What he saw was in less focus than normal, as if blinded by tears.

 

Where was he?! He couldn't be late. If something happened to the seer, he'd never forgive himself.

 

That stupid fool was always getting into trouble. Why couldn't he realize that… spirits, pretty much everyone, found him irresistible. Everyone he met felt strongly about the boy. It was impossible to remain in the middle ground. Either you forced yourself to hate him, for displaying the kindness and purity that you were so lacking - like Kohane's mother, like the bulk of the spirits they encountered - or, like Himawari, Kohane, Yuuko, and… and himself… you fell in love.

 

He needed to protect the dumbass just as much as the dumbass needed his protection. If anything were to ever happen to him…

 

It was as if gauzy blinds were opened so that he could finally see through a plate glass window into the depths of hell, where Watanuki was naked and bound.

 

Talon marks like the ones he'd worn earlier that very evening cris-crossed Watanuki's back. He could see muscle and ribs. And his arms were secured to his ankles, his legs spread wide as the monster…

 

This was hell.

 

The monster had bent him in that position, held his legs apart, so that he could shove his enormous erection… Oh, god, it was spined, and it had already ripped him. Blood coated the monster's member, was dripping down the seer's legs in streams.

 

“No.”

 

The fragile, beautiful Watanuki Kimihiro, torn apart by this monster's ravaging lust. This should not be. Watanuki Kimihiro should be loved, gently, tenderly. This was a crime against everything that should be.

 

And it was his fault for being late, for letting the seer run away from him.

 

It was all his fault.

 

Doumeki's face was the picture of torment - but it only grew worse when Watanuki, through his tears, turned to see him standing, witnessing his ruination.

 

“Kill me,” he mouthed. And then he screamed as the monster entered him with a particularly savage thrust. “I hate you,” he whispered, then turned his head away, sobbing.

 

In shock, it took a minute for Doumeki to blink away enough tears to see the demon, to raise his bow, and aim at the monster.

 

Usually, he was able to act without the distraction of emotions. The spirits were only acting according to their nature. He didn't hold it against them. But this. This demon deserved to die screaming and in pain. If it wouldn't delay saving Watanuki, he would have devised a way to ensure that very thing happened.

 

But he knew what was most important. Taking a breath, becoming one with the arrow, he released.

 

 

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