XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction ❯ Five ( Chapter 5 )

Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction
By Ookami Kasumi

All characters property of CLAMP
Warning: Mature (NC-17) - Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence

Chapter Five

 

Watanuki Kimihiro slumped at his desk by the window, his chin propped up on his fist, watching the teacher scribble noisily on the blackboard. He turned to stare out at the drizzling rain sliding down the window, and wished to heaven that lunch time would never come.

First thing that morning in homeroom, cute, adorable, lovable, and charming Himawari-chan had sat down next to him at her desk, beamed her spectacular smile, and announced that she had a class representatives' meeting to go to during lunch.

That meant Kimihiro would be having his lunch all alone -- with Doumeki, who had just admitted to being in love with him.

Then during third period, it started to rain.

That meant he would be having his lunch all alone with Doumeki indoors, most likely on the emergency stairs leading to the fire escape -- where no one else ever went. He'd originally chosen the emergency stairs for lunch because no one ever went there, making it pretty much spirit free. However, because no one ever went there, he would be having lunch with Doumeki, who had just admitted to being in love with him, in complete privacy where anything could happen.

Kimihiro covered his face with his hands. Doumeki was in love with him. How the hell had that happened? And when…? There had been no sign of Doumeki feeling anything towards him, other than annoyance.

Yes, Doumeki had saved his life more than once, in fact, more than twice… He ground his teeth and fisted his hand around his pencil. Okay fine, a bunch of times! But Doumeki always seemed to be so pissed off after doing it, like, it had been the last thing he'd wanted to do. To make matters worse, every time he'd even come close to making an apology, the big brute had stared at him as though his continued existence was a complete inconvenience, as though saving his life was something he had to do, not something he wanted to do.

It was that look on his face that made it so hard to make any sort of apology sound sincere. And then, when he did get the apology out, Doumeki always, always, always looked…disgusted, like, an apology was the last thing he wanted. The only gratitude Doumeki seemed to find acceptable was food. So that's what he did for him, every single day.

So, where the hell had this…love come from? Right up until that morning's declaration, he'd been convinced that Doumeki didn't like him at all.

Well, okay, maybe last night's kiss was something of an indication, but that could have been just another way to tease him.

Except, apparently, it wasn't. Apparently, Doumeki's kiss was exactly what it was supposed to be, a declaration of…feelings.

Kimihiro groaned. Doumeki is in love with me. Great… Now what do I do? How do I face him? What do you say in situations like this?

The teacher's voice cut through Kimihiro's reveries. “Your homework for tonight is…”

Only five more minutes before the lunch bell rang.

Kimihiro slumped lower, setting his chin on the desk while scribbling down his assignment. Insane butterflies were doing spastic loop the loops in his belly. I don't wanna go.

But part of him did. Some sneaky, underhanded, warm and gushy, perverted part of him was actually looking forward to eating lunch with Doumeki -- in complete privacy.

Shut up! Kimihiro leaned down and banged his forehead on his desk as quietly as he could. I do NOT want to be alone with him! I don't know what to say to him! What if he tries to kiss me again?

What if he didn't?

The pang in his heart caught him completely off guard. It actually felt like…regret. No, no, no…! Kimihiro knocked his head against the desktop a little harder. I do NOT want to be kissed by Doumeki!

Even though he was really, really good with his tongue.

Kimihiro shivered. A warm syrupy feeling uncoiled in his belly and began to trickle downward. His pants tightened just a bit. He froze. What the hell…? He was getting…excited? Oh God, no not that! Not NOW! He grabbed his head and tugged on his hair. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Unfortunately, the part of him behind the zipper in his pants was definitely not listening to anything his brain had to say. It decided all on its own to rise to half-mast.

Kimihiro rested his aching brow against the desktop and bit back a groan. This is sooo messed up. He covered his head with his arms. I don't want a…a boyfriend!

The bell rang announcing lunch.

The teacher rose from his desk. “Rise.”

The students rose from their desks.

Surreptitiously tugging his long shirt down over the front of his pants, Kimihiro rose too. He knew good and well that his face was bright red.

“Bow.”

The entire class bowed.

“Enjoy your lunch!”

The students around him exploded from their desks with an excited burst of chatter.

Kimihiro grabbed his briefcase and his textbooks. It was time to go back to his locker to get the bento lunches, and face his doom.

* * *

Thoroughly embarrassed, Kimihiro pulled the carry bag with the two bento boxes and the thermos of tea from his locker. His condition hadn't alleviated in the least. He was still…excited. Stupid body… Would wrapping cold wet paper towels around…my problem, make it go away?

“Oi.”

Kimihiro blinked. Getting really, really pissed off was also a good option. He took a deep steadying breath, slammed his locker closed, and turned sharply to his right to look Doumeki straight in the eye. “My name is not `oi'!”

Lounging against the very next locker in his pristine white summer uniform with his arms folded, and absolutely no expression what so ever on is face, Doumeki locked gazes with Kimihiro. “It's raining.”

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. “Thank you for that oh so informative weather report.” He hefted the bag with the boxed lunches over his shoulder and leveled a glare at the other boy. “I only sit next to the window in every single class!” He stepped past him, heading for the emergency stairs. His collar was suddenly far too tight. He choked and jerked to a halt. “What the…?” He turned.

Doumeki had grabbed him by the collar.

“Will you cut that out?” He swatted at the hand caught in his collar. “I am not a kitten!”

Doumeki snorted and released him. “Are you sure?” His lips curved upward in his customary slight smirk. “You yowl like one.”

Every hair on Kimihiro's body rose in indignation. “What did you say?” This was the guy that was supposed to be in love with him? Maybe last night had been just another one of his massive delusions. It was possible…

The larger boy rolled his eyes and waved his hand in dismissal. “They're painting the stairs.”

“Eh?” Kimihiro blinked. “Painting the stairs? Our stairs?” He slumped. “Damn it!” He pressed a hand to his suddenly throbbing forehead. “Now, where are we going to eat?”

Doumeki started walking up the hall. “I know a place.”

Kimihiro trotted after him until he was walking in step beside him. “Not the roof stairs, I hope?”

Doumeki glanced over at Kimihiro and frowned. “Are they bad?”

Kimihiro nodded. “Really bad.” He sighed. “For me anyway.”

Doumeki shrugged. “It's not the roof stairs.”

Kimihiro nodded. “Good.”

* * *

Doumeki pushed open one of the double doors to reveal a well-lit smallish, gray-walled room with a wooden lectern positioned in the far right corner, and not anything else, not even chairs. The floor rose in three curving tiers along the back and it was completely carpeted, which made a nice change from the hardwood stairs. However, there wasn't one single window.

Kimihiro pushed the other door open and glanced about looking for signs of vaporous movement in the corners. “It seems clean.” He frowned at the gray padding on the walls. “Is that soundproofing?”

“It's a music room.” Doumeki strode in and sat down on the carpeted top tier. “This is where the choral group used to practice.”

“Oh…” Kimihiro walked in, set his bag on the top tier, then sat down to unpack the lunches. “Used to?”

Doumeki leaned back on his elbows, his gaze wandering around the small room. “The choral group moved to a bigger room in the new wing last winter.”

Kimihiro offered him a flat square box, some wooden chop-sticks, and a paper napkin. “So who uses it now?”

Doumeki took the box and pried the lid off. “No one, as far as I know.”

“Ah…” Kimihiro pulled out the thermos. “That's probably why the room is clean of spirits.” He filled two plastic cups with chilled and sweetened orange pekoe tea. “No people means, no feelings for the spirits to feed on.” He offered Doumeki a cup.

Doumeki took the cup and tilted his head to one side. “Feelings…?”

“Emotions.” Kimihiro pried open his bento box and smiled sourly. “Misery attracts company, really nasty company.” He tapped a finger over his off-colored right eye. “Now that you can see what I see, go take a look at the roof stairs sometime.”

Doumeki frowned slightly. “The roof stairs?”

Kimihiro snapped apart his chop-sticks and poked at his food. “I think a lot of the people spending time up the roof are angry or depressed. Those kinds of feelings draw the small dark crawly spirits.” He crooked his fingers and wiggled them. “You can't miss them, there are lots of them.” He shuddered. Lots and lots of them… He'd found out the hard way.

Doumeki brandished a piece of rolled egg in his chopsticks. “I'd heard there were rats?”

Kimihiro shook his head. “Not possible. Rats don't like those spirits any more than I do.”

“Hmmm…” Doumeki chewed then swallowed. “But people have said they've seen them?”

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. “Denial. Even when a spirit is visibly right there in front of them they'll insist it's something else.” He speared a vegetable with vicious intent. “Even if you tell them, `it's a spirit,' they won't accept it.” His hand tightened on his chopsticks, his knuckles turning white. “If you insist, they'll just call you a liar.” Or worse. He bit the vegetable in half.

Doumeki frowned slightly at Kimihiro. “Oh…” He popped another bite into his mouth and chewed.

Kimihiro sighed in relief and took that opportunity to take a more few bites of his lunch. The quiet was near total, but it was somehow relaxing. It was kind of nice to talk about the things he saw with someone that didn't automatically think he was a liar, or a lunatic. He snorted. Scratch that. Doumeki knows I'm telling the truth and still thinks I'm crazy.

Doumeki closed the lid to his bento box. “So, no rats?”

Kimihiro scowled at Doumeki. “Must we talk about rats while eating? Can't we talk about something else?”

“All right.” Doumeki turned to look about the room, his gaze focused on nothing in particular, his expression perfectly bland. “Where do you want to go?”

Kimihiro paused, the piece if chicken in his chopsticks dangling before his lips. “Go?” He bit down and chewed.

“For a date.”

Kimihiro damned near spat his mouthful back out. He turned and stared, all thought coming to a complete and utter halt, except for that one word. He swallowed, hard. “D-d-d-d-d-d-…?”

Doumeki turned to look Kimihiro dead in the eye, his eyes bright gold. “Yes, a date. That's what you're supposed to do with your boyfriend, right?” His mouth tightened into a thin straight line.

Boyfriend… Kimihiro's jaw dropped. He said that so easily. “Uh…” He scrambled for something, anything to say.

Doumeki's expression abruptly flattened out. His lips relaxing a fraction into neither a smile, nor a frown, his brows neither up nor down. His eyes seemed to go from gold to something closer to a yellowish muddy brown, as though the light behind them had blown out. “Never mind.” He turned away.

Kimihiro felt something twist painfully inside him. He'd seen that expression before on Doumeki, right after the incident with the woman at the park. It was bleak acceptance. The look one wore when one gave up all hope of ever being anything other than…lonely. He'd seen it on his own face in the mirror one too many times not to recognize it. On Doumeki it was just wrong. Doumeki was stubborn, arrogant, sarcastic, and a pain in the ass, not...hopeless, or lonely.

It hurt just to look at it.

Ah…crap. Kimihiro covered his face with his hands. The ass really is in love with me. It wasn't a delusion, it was real, and now he had to do something about it. Crap, crap, crap! He took a deep breath and uncovered his face. “I have no idea what to suggest. I've never been on a real d-date.” There, I said it.

Doumeki's head whipped around, his eyes wide, his mouth slack.

Kimihiro very nearly laughed. The overgrown lummox had turned so fast, he probably hurt something. Idiot. He buried his amusement under the most ferocious scowl he could come up with. “Well, I haven't!” He looked away and folded his arms across his chest. “Every place I went that even came close to being a date…” He turned and jabbed a finger toward Doumeki. “YOU went too!”

Doumeki blinked.

Kimihiro waved his hands. “And of course, something weird always happened to ruin it.” He picked up the bento boxes to put them back in the carry bag. “Seriously, I have no idea where we could go…” He swallowed. “…For a d-date.” Oddly, it was getting easier to say. He stuffed the tea thermos in the bag and released a long calming breath, only to realize something else. “Ah, crap…! I'll have to arrange for time off from work at Yuuko's.” He removed his glasses to rub at his eyes. “That's going to be a real pain.”

His glasses were plucked from his fingers.

Kimihiro looked up. “Eh?”

Doumeki gently folded the glasses closed and set them to one side.

Kimihiro reached for them. “Oi, I need those!”

Doumeki captured Kimihiro's head with both hands. “Not now you don't.”

Kimihiro suddenly realized that he was in a windowless room, where no one ever wet, and behind a closed door with… “D-doumeki, wait…!”

“No.” He lunged in and pressed his lips to Kimihiro's.

Kimihiro stiffened. He's kissing me? Again? Dismay and embarrassment fought with a weird kind of giddy relief, holding him perfectly still against Doumeki's lips.

Doumeki's tongue slid across Kimihiro's lips in a warm wet caress, then his teeth caught the bottom lip in a tender bite.

Kimihiro gasped and grabbed on to Doumeki's wrists. He wasn't quite sure if he meant to pry Doumeki's hands off, or hold them right where they were.

Doumeki's tongue surged past Kimihiro's parted lips to engage his tongue in a hot, wet, devouring, duel.

Thick drugging warmth exploded in Kimihiro's belly just as during the last kiss, except faster, hotter, and far more urgent. Heady fumes seemed to drift up into his head as though he'd downed a full cup of hot sake. The intoxicating heat spilled outward and downward at dizzying speed, robbing his limbs of strength, yet tightening ferociously in his groin. Oh god… I'm getting hard, really, really hard. He moaned.

Doumeki moaned in reply, then eased back, breaking the kiss.

Kimihiro blinked in confusion, Doumeki's wrists sliding from his hands. “What…?”

Doumeki leaned over to collect Kimihiro's glasses, unfolded them, then gently set them on Kimihiro's nose. “We'll continue this later.”

“Later…?” Kimihiro could not figure out what had happened. One second they were kissing and the next…

The school bell rang indicating the end of the lunch period.

Kimihiro's heart clenched with icy alarm. “Oh shit!” He scrambled for the bag with the bento boxes and thermos on wobbly knees.

Doumeki rose smoothly to his feet and headed for the doors. “You are so slow.”

“I am not slow!” Kimihiro shouldered the bag hurried to the door. A sharp ache in an extremely inconvenient place stopped him in his tracks. He winced. “Che!” He was violently hard, and it was not comfortably…situated. He was forced to adjust…himself. “Give me a second, you pushy bastard!”

Doumeki flashed a smirk and walked away. “Hurry up, or you'll be late.”

Kimihiro finished his adjustments and stomped through the door after Doumeki. Insufferable, arrogant, perverted, completely self-centered, ass…! Once again, he was walking through the student crowded halls with an erection, only this one wasn't at half-mast. His cheeks heated and he ducked his chin to hide his face behind his long bangs. “Inconsiderate bastard…”

Doumeki stopped, letting Kimihiro catch up with him, and flashed his smirk. “Having problems?”

Kimihiro stiffened, then looked up and shot a glare at Doumeki. “And whose fault is that?”

Doumeki fell into step beside him, his smirk still firmly in place. “We could go back and finish?” He shrugged. “We'd have to skip class though.”

Kimihiro choked, and God help him, but his cock actually throbbed with interest. He shook his head firmly. “I have a test. “

Doumeki lifted his arms and set both hands behind his head. “Pity.”

“Doing that sort of thing at school…” Kimihiro eyed him. “You really are a pervert.”

Doumeki snorted. “What we were doing isn't perverted.” He leaned close to Kimihiro and whispered. “But we can go back and I can show you perversion?”

A burst of anger lifted the hair on Kimihiro's neck. “Must you be thoroughly annoying? Do you practice or something?” He turned to wave his fist at the arrogant ass beside him. “Because you certainly are an expert at pissing me the hell off!”

Doumeki pursed his lips thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes.”

Yes…? Kimihiro nearly tripped in surprise. He shot a glare at Doumeki. “Yes, what? Yes, you practice, or yes, you must be thoroughly annoying?”

Doumeki's golden gaze slid to Kimihiro's. His lips curved upward in an exceptionally smug smirk.

Kimihiro shivered. He stabbed a long finger toward his nemesis. “Don't you smile at me!”

Doumeki leaned just out of range of Kimihiro's finger and his brows lifted. “Should I frown?”

“Ah!” Kimihiro threw up his hands. “Will someone please tell me why I put up with you?”

Doumeki snorted and stopped in the middle of a cross hallway. “Obviously, for the same reason I put up with you.”

“Eh…?” Kimihiro halted at his side and eyed Doumeki suspiciously. “What reason is that?”

Doumeki turned sharply to the left. “My class is this way.” He strode off, heading down the hall. “Later.” He lifted his hand in a wave without bothering to look back.

“Wait a minute!” Kimihiro lifted his foot with every intention of chasing him down, and froze. His class was in the other direction, and he really did have a test. He turned on his heel and stomped toward his class. “He won't escape me that easily! I'll see him in the class after this one, and then I'll really give him a piece of my mind!”

It was a surprisingly pleasant thought.

Kimihiro stiffened. What the hell…? He was looking forward to seeing Doumeki in the following class? How was that possible? He was painfully embarrassed, seriously pissed off, and still very much erect, but at the same time, he also felt weirdly…happy.

He pressed a hand to his forehead. “Hmm…” Well, he was a little warm. Maybe he was coming down with a cold, or something? He nodded firmly. That had to be it because… “Something is definitely wrong with me.”