XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction ❯ Six ( Chapter 6 )

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 Six

 

Kimihiro passed his calculus test to the student in front of him with immense satisfaction. With the way his studying was progressing, it looked like the exams were going to be a breeze.

When he first moved into Yuuko's odd house, he honestly thought he was going to have to struggle to get his schoolwork done between making snacks and serving sake. To his surprise, Yuuko was actually adamant about studying and doing homework, after serving the snacks and sake of course. However, that wasn't the biggest surprise.

About a week after he'd officially moved in, Mokona the chubby bunny-creature hopped up on the kitchen counter where he was doing his homework, scowled at Kimihiro's notebook and shook his head. “Watanuki, those calculations are incorrect.”

He'd been so shocked that Mokona could even say those words that he'd just stared at the creature completely dumbfounded. The next shock happened only a moment later.

Mokona snatched the pencil from his fist, grabbed the notebook, and scribbled out a complicated formula in a very precise hand. “This way… Do it this way, Watanuki.”

Watanuki did it that way, and discovered that it not only worked, it actually made sense. He shook his head, stunned. “I had no idea you were so good at math.”

Mokona put on the biggest widest grin he could. It took up eighty percent of his body mass. “Of course Mokona is good at math! Mokona was made to do advanced calculations.” He leaned closer and whispered loudly. “Magic is merely very advanced mathematics.” He pointed at Kimihiro's calculus textbook. “Much, much, much more complicated than this.”

A week after that, Kimihiro was back in the kitchen snarling at his English homework when the other big surprise happened.

Yuuko suddenly leaned over his shoulder and scowled. “No wonder you're having problems. Your dictionary is completely wrong for what you're trying to do.”

He startled so hard, he very nearly toppled off the stool he was sitting on. He stared at her. “It is?”

Yuuko nodded and turned away. “Come, you can use mine.”

Kimihiro followed her with deep suspicion. “How much is this going to cost me?” Truthfully, it didn't really matter. If she had something that would make his homework easier to do, he wanted it.

Yuuko giggled. “You know me so well!” She tapped a finger against her bottom lip. “How about, you make me some Cherries Jubilee?”

Kimihiro nodded. “I can do that.” He actually had the cherries on hand to make that.

Yuuko smiled. “Brandied, Cherries Jubilee.”

Mokona popped up from behind and hopped onto Kimihiro's head. “Me too! Make Mokona some too!”

“Ah!” Kimihiro threw up his hands to grab the little beast off his head, but missed the fast moving black creature. “What is it with you two and booze…?”

Yuuko, it turned out, had a whole section in the store room that was nothing but dictionaries, one for every language there was, and a few languages he'd never even heard of. Kimihiro stared at the entire wall of language dictionaries, then turned to frown at her. “So how many languages do you speak?”

She flicked open yet another fan that blended perfectly with the pattern on her flowing robes and chuckled. “All of them.”

His mouth fell open. All of them? Knowing her it was highly probable that she really could speak every language there was. He shook his head. “Then why all the dictionaries if you can speak the languages already?”

“Because Watanuki…” Yuuko closed her fan and tapped him on the top of the head, not exactly gently. “Speaking languages is one thing, reading and writing them is another whole bowl of kimchee.”

So, between Yuuko's extremely informative and pictorial dictionaries in English, French, and German, and Mokona's tutoring in math, Kimihiro was getting some of the best grades he'd ever had.

He rose from his desk fully confident that he'd passed his calculus test with flying colors.

However, the best part was that concentrating on the test had thoroughly succeeded in alleviating the condition he'd been suffering since lunch. Just in time too, his next class was Physical Education. The last thing he needed was to walk around in loose gym-shorts sporting a boner.

* * *

Kimihiro stepped out of the locker room and onto the school yard, and stopped dead. He suddenly realized that he'd been sorely mistaken. The last thing he needed was to see Doumeki stretching and flexing in gym-shorts. The thin white tank top and slightly overlong shorts did nothing to disguise the fact that every inch of Doumeki bulged and rippled, including his butt.

The view was rather…stirring.

And a direct blow to his masculinity.

Kimihiro turned sharply around, clutching his t-shirt in hopes of slowing his pounding heart. Good god, Jesu, and the Buddha…! When the hell had Doumeki gotten so damned muscular? Shooting a big bow couldn't be that strenuous.

Kimihiro crossed his arms and scowled at the grass between the toes of his sneakers. Nature was so damned unfair! Doumeki was only one month older, and an inch taller, but his body looked fully mature while his body still looked like it belonged in middle school. He shook his head. You'd think with all he running I do from monsters I'd be a lot more muscular.

Speaking of monsters…

He looked about sharply for weird flickers of color. Bad mood or not, standing in a wide open field all by himself was a really bad idea. Might as well paint “Come and get me!” on my shirt. He jogged over to join the rest of his class in the soccer field. Forget pride. Survival was far more important. Doumeki might be a major pain in the ass, but he was also really good at keeping bad things away.

* * *

At the end of his PE class, Kimihiro stomped over to the outdoor sink, and turned on the cold water. The soccer game had ended in the usual fashion. Two parts gratifying, as he was actually faster on his feet, and better at dodging than most of the other players, and three parts frustrating. No matter what he succeeded in doing, a pass, a kick, a block, Doumeki had to ruin his accomplishments by going one better.

All those muscles of his were really distracting.

He took off his glasses and scowled. “There is definitely, definitely something wrong with me.” Setting the glasses carefully on the ledge above the sink, he leaned down and splashed water on his face and neck. I should not be staring at Doumeki's…attributes.

However, his eyeballs apparently didn't have any intention of being any more sensible than his…libido.

“Stupid body…” With his eyes closed, he reached up and patted along the top of the sink's counter searching for the paper towels. His fingers encountered the porcelain counter top, and his glasses, but no towels. He opened one eye and squinted at the counter top. No paper towels. Crap. Sighing heavily, he pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and used it to wipe his face.

“Oi.”

Kimihiro stiffened in utter recognition, then something large and fluffy landed on top of his head and shoulders. Ice cold terror engulfed him. He shouted in alarm and grabbed for it, jerking the thing off of him, only to suddenly realize that it was merely a terrycloth hand towel. “What…?” He turned squinting dimly at the over-sized blur that could only be Doumeki. “What the hell are you doing…?”

The big blur folded his blurry arms across his blurry chest. “Use a towel.”

Kimihiro ground his teeth. “In case you haven't noticed, there wasn't one to use!”

The Doumeki blur snorted. “So you decided to strip in public?”

Strip? Kimihiro blinked, then scowled. “Who's stripping? I'm just using the bottom of my shirt…!”

“The guys were staring at you.”

Kimihiro snorted and used the towel to wipe the rest of the water from his face and neck. “So? People always stare at me.” He rolled his eyes. “I'm weird, remember?”

With one overlong step, Doumeki closed the distance between them and grabbed him by the upper arm. His voice lashed out low and harsh. “You're also better looking than half the girls.”

“What?” That couldn't have come from Doumeki's mouth. “Are you completely out of your mind?” Kimihiro grabbed for his glasses and jammed them on his face.

A very annoyed Doumeki came into focus. “Don't show off your body so carelessly.”

Kimihiro frowned. “They're guys! What do they care?” He tugged on his captured arm. “And quit grabbing me, you pushy bastard!”

Doumeki yanked him close until they stood practically nose to nose. His eyes narrowed to hot gold flames and his jaw clenched to the point that Kimihiro could hear his teeth grinding. “Do you want to get dragged off and raped?”

Kimihiro's mouth fell open. “R-r-raped? By who?”

Doumeki ground his teeth and released Kimihiro's arm with a shove. “Pull your shirt down. Now.”

Kimihiro wriggled his arm loose. “Are you short on B-vitamins, or something? Your temper is getting to be worse than mine.” He pulled his shirt all the way down. “There, feel better now?” A flash of blue black, moving very close to the ground caught his eye. He turned sharply.

What appeared to be a small blue-black animal with tall triangular ears dropped into a sitting position in the grass about four body-lengths away.

Kimihiro frowned at it. What was a cat doing on the school grounds?

The animal tilted its head, lifted a long slender muzzle, and sniffed the air. A long thick furry tail flagged out behind it.

Kimihiro blinked. That was not a cat's tail. “Oh, it's a fox.”

“What?” Doumeki looked sharply about. “Where?”

Staring straight at Kimihiro, the black fox stood up on four long slender legs, and its tail was joined by another tail, and another. It had three tails.

“It's right there.” Kimihiro pointed. “What's it doing here?”

Doumeki stared down Kimihiro's pointing finger, frowned, then suddenly closed his left eye. He stiffened. “A fox.”

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. “I just told you it was…”

Doumeki grabbed Kimihiro's upper arm, turned and headed for the locker room, dragging Kimihiro behind him.

“Oi!” Kimihiro stumbled after him. “Oi! Oi! Oi! What do you think you're doing?”

Doumeki didn't even bother to look back. “That fox had three tails.”

“Yeah, so?” He pulled at his recapture arm. “And would you cut it out with the grabbing?”

“I could only see it with this eye.” Doumeki tapped his brow over his right eye. “The eye I share with you.”

Kimihiro felt a cold chill. “It was a spirit?”

Doumeki shoved Kimihiro through the open locker room door. “What do you think?”

Kimihiro tripped over the doorway and very nearly went sprawling. He turned and scowled ferociously. “I think you're being paranoid! So what if it was a…?” He glanced about.

The somewhat shadowed locker room was crowded with rows of tall slender lockers and guys in various states of undress. They were all standing perfectly still, and perfectly silent, staring at the two of them.

Kimihiro swallowed and dropped his voice to fierce whisper. “So what if it was…that? It wasn't doing anything!”

Doumeki leaned close and whispered back, just as fiercely. “Yet.”

Kimihiro threw up his hands. “Look, I'm the one that supposed to be paranoid -- not you!”

“Go get dressed.” Doumeki turned and walked away.

“I don't take orders from you!” Kimihiro grabbed the towel off his shoulders and threw it at Doumeki. “Ever!”

Doumeki turned and caught the towel out of the air. He snorted, then turned and kept walking.

In a fine froth, and spouting every invective he could possibly think of to describe just how insufferable Doumeki was, Kimihiro stomped over to his locker, grabbed his shower things, and stomped his way to the showers.

And to think, he'd actually considered going out on a date with the beast!

Kimihiro pulled the curtain to the shower stall as closed as he could get it, then went to turn on the water. One of the disadvantages to waiting for everyone else to finish showering was that the water was never, ever hot enough. He eyed the falling water dubiously then shoved his hand under the spray. It was barely tepid.

Apparently, he was taking a fast shower.

Sighing heavily, he dropped his uniform on the small stool, stripped out of his gym clothes, and grabbed his soap and washcloth. He stepped under the spray and shivered hard. Make that, a really fast shower. He drew the shower curtain as closed at it could go, which wasn't saying much, and started soaping and scrubbing.

The scent of vanilla filled the shower stall.

Vanilla? Kimihiro froze in abject horror, then sniffed the bottle of liquid soap in his hand. Vanilla. He slammed his hand against the tiled wall. “Damn it!”

Someone whistled. “Whoa, hey! I smell perfume! Is there a girl in here?” Hoarse laughter followed.

Kimihiro capped the bottle and rinsed his washcloth as thoroughly as he could, then scrubbed faster, and harder. He so did not need to be walking around school smelling like vanilla! How the hell, had he grabbed the wrong soap? He'd been oh so careful when he packed his gym bag, even with Mokona jumping up and down around him… He froze, then ground his teeth. “I'm going to cook that damned meat bun!”

The outer curtains rattled.

Kimihiro stiffened. “Oi! There's somebody in here!”

“I know.” The voice was deep, low, and very familiar.

Oh shit! Kimihiro slammed back against the wall and shoved the facecloth in front of his groin.

The shower curtain was yanked open by an absolutely furious Doumeki wearing nothing but a small towel around his hips. “You idiot!”

Kimihiro's temper flared white hot. How dare he…? He opened his mouth to shout at the pushy bastard at the top of his lungs…

Doumeki lunged into the shower to press his broad hand over Kimihiro's mouth. He then crammed himself into the shower stall, slamming tight up against Kimihiro. With his free hand, he pulled the shower curtain closed.

Despite the decided chill to the shower's spray, and being pinned to the wet tile wall, Kimihiro was suddenly much warmer than before. However, the rather nice warmth was being provided by a practically naked Doumeki, and that was bad. Really, really bad. He grabbed onto the hand covering his mouth and pulled. What the hell was he doing?

Doumeki hissed in his ear. “Keep quiet, and keep still!”

The outer curtains rattled again. “So who's the little girl using vanilla shampoo?”

Kimihiro stiffened in shock. What the…?

Doumeki lifted his chin and spoke loudly. “My mother has a sense of humor.”

Someone coughed. “Eh, Doumeki?” There was a weak chuckle. “Oh, ah…sorry to intrude.”

Doumeki glared down at Kimihiro. “Fine. Don't do it again, Shinohara.”

There was an audible gulp. “Eh, okay, sorry, sorry!” The outer curtains rattled once more.

Kimihiro was suddenly aware that while his brain had been occupied by what was happening beyond the shower curtain, his body had been paying attention to something else entirely. The warm, wet, muscular, and practically naked Doumeki that was pressed up against him, chest to chest, and belly to belly…and he was getting hard, again.

Shit! He closed his eyes, hoping that maybe not looking up at all those naked wet muscles right before his eyes, would settle him down. Instead, he was suddenly extremely aware that said naked wet muscles were in direct contact with his naked body from the chest down. The only thing separating complete contact was the facecloth he still held over his crotch, and Doumeki's very small towel.

Doumeki pulled his hand from Kimihiro's mouth and whispered harshly. “Vanilla soap? Just how stupid are you?”

Kimihiro lifted his free hand to dash the water from his eyes and whispered right back. “It wasn't my idea! Mokona switched my soap this morning!”

“Didn't you think to check?”

“I did check! He must have switched it right after!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“My voice…?”

Doumeki took a deep breath, his chest pressing against Kimihiro's with its expansion. “Fine.”

Kimihiro blinked. “Eh?”

Doumeki's mouth slammed down on Kimihiro's parted lips, his tongue surging in with aggressive determination.

Kimihiro jolted hard. Doumeki was kissing him again, for the third time, and only hours after his second kiss. A small sound of protest escaped his throat. Damn it, I still haven't recovered from the last one!

Doumeki groaned, low and deep. His arms rose to press against the wall, framing Kimihiro's body. He shifted slightly to the side.

Something wet smacked onto the shower floor, landing on Kimihiro's foot. He started, his eyes opening wide to stare into Doumeki's heated golden gaze. Kimihiro shifted his foot. It felt like…terry cloth. He bunched his fingers around the washcloth covering his groan and frowned. He still had it, so what…?

Doumeki's lids lowered and the most lascivious smirk Kimihiro had ever seen curved his lips. He whispered hoarse and deep. “If you wanted to feel me, all you had to do was ask.”

What the…? Kimihiro stared. “Feel…you?”

Doumeki shifted his hips a small amount from side to side.

Kimihiro suddenly became aware that something hot, rigid, and cylindrical was rubbing against the back of his hand. Is that his…? His brain went completely blank for just a second, then every drop of blood he had left his face. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out but the smallest of squeaks. His throat was far too tight.

Doumeki's brows lifted, but the smirk remained firmly in place.

Kimihiro swallowed to get at least some of his voice back. “Is that your…towel on the floor?” His voice was soft, but nicely even. Go me.

Doumeki nodded very slowly. His smirk widened.

So, against the back of his hand, that was Doumeki's… His face became so hot that the icy shower actually felt good. “Oh.” He swallowed again. There was a completely naked Doumeki pressed up against him. A completely naked, wet, muscular, and erect Doumeki pressed up against him with only one teeny, tiny facecloth between them. Eep! This was soooo not good. But he simply couldn't make any part of himself move -- not even his mouth or his tongue.

Doumeki's hands slid down the wall, and settled on Kimihiro's shoulders.

Kimihiro froze, unable to think, unable to breathe.

With exquisite gentleness, his fingers slid downward, passing over Kimihiro's collarbones to and onto his chest. Doumeki's gaze dropped. “Your skin is so white, like…milk.”

Kimihiro shivered. Doumeki's fingers were so…warm. “I don't get out much.”

Doumeki's gaze lifted to lock on to Kimihiro's eyes. “I see.” Slowly, his head lowered. He extended his tongue, and pressed it against the upper swell of Kimihiro's chest. Hot wetness stroked against Kimihiro's skin.

Kimihiro sucked in a sharp breath. It was so…warm, and so…exciting. He bit back a moan.

Doumeki's tongue passed over one erect nipple. The tongue flicked.

Kimihiro felt that flick all the way down to his dick, as though he'd been licked both places at the same time. A gasp exploded from his throat.

Doumeki's arms came around him, encircling his back and his hips, pulling him away from the wall and pelvis to pelvis. Doumeki lifted his head, dragging his tongue up Kimihiro's chest, then further up along the side of his neck. He bit down on the long muscle on the side of Kimihiro's throat.

Tingle raised the small hairs all over Kimihiro's body and a small moan slid past his lips. He tilted his head back, until only his shoulders were in contact with the tile. Gasping and trembling, he somehow held onto his facecloth, clutching that tiny square of fabric between them as though his life depended on it.

Doumeki delicately licked the edge of Kimihiro's ear, then whispered. “Let it go.”

Kimihiro shivered, “Let what…?”

Doumeki chuckled softly. “Your washcloth.”

Kimihiro froze. “I…” He couldn't! He didn't want Doumeki to know about his…lack.

Doumeki breathed against the edge of Kimihiro's ear. “I want to feel you.” He leaned up to look directly in into Kimihiro's eyes. “I want you to feel me.”

Kimihiro's mouth fell open. He wants me to…? Something tugged at his fingers.

Doumeki's smirk appeared and he lifted a small soggy square of fabric up before Kimihiro's eyes. “Thank you.”

Kimihiro stared at it. “But I didn't…!”

Doumeki snorted. “We only have half an hour before homeroom.” He dropped the cloth on the floor. “We need to hurry if we want to finish.”

Kimihiro stiffened. “Finish…?”

Doumeki caught Kimihiro by the wrist. “Turn your hand this way.” He turned Kimihiro's hand over and pressed the palm directly on his cock.

Kimihiro's fingers wrapped around him before he realized what he was doing, and then it was too late. Doumeki was in his hand. He was hot, and hard, and…”Big.”

Doumeki grinned. “Thank you.” He cupped Kimihiro's balls in his palm.

Kimihiro choked. Oh, God now he knows…!

“Mm…” Doumeki sighed and shifted his hand to grasp Kimihiro's shaft. “Tighter, hold me tighter.”

Kimihiro blinked and squeezed without thought, rather distracted by the fact that Doumeki was holding his most intimate self, and hadn't said anything…rude.

“Good, now, just do what I do, okay?”

Kimihiro nodded automatically, not quite sure what he'd just agreed to. He was far too painfully thankful that Doumeki had apparently not noticed anything amiss.

Doumeki's hand slid from Kimihiro's balls, down along his shaft, and over the flared crown.

Erotic delight jolted all the way up Kimihiro's spine and exploded in the back of his skull. He gasped and shuddered, reflexively pulling on the hot rigid shaft in his hand.

Doumeki hissed. “Yes, that's it. Just keep doing that.” He slid back up Kimihiro's shaft and pulled on it again.

Kimihiro echoed him, drowning in the most incredible, most exciting sensations his body had ever felt. What he'd done before by himself in the shower had been good, but this was… This was… A moan left his throat.

Doumeki leaned closer. “Faster.”

Kimihiro obliged, pumping faster. Doumeki's warm scent wafted to him, redolent of sandalwood soap, and a trace of sweat, and something else, something…exciting. Kimihiro leaned down to press his nose up against the side of Doumeki's neck, breathing deeply to catch more of his scent of his skin. He stretched out his tongue to taste the moisture on his neck. He tasted slightly salt, and clean water, and something…else.

Doumeki groaned, and pumped Kimihiro harder, holding him tighter. He turned his head and dragged his tongue against the side of Kimihiro's neck, leaving tingles and small shivers in his wake.

Kimihiro echoed Doumeki's stroking hand, and his mouth, licking and nipping the side of Doumeki's neck, his breath escaping in short swift pants. It was getting hard to stand. He knees didn't want to work right and his toes wanted to curl.

Doumeki's arm tightened around him, this hand siding down to cup Kimihiro's ass cheek, the fingers digging in. “Yes.” The word was gasped right up against Kimihiro's ear.

Kimihiro felt delicious tightening in his balls and a slight tingling burn. He was about to cum. He gasped for breath “I'm going to…”

Doumeki panted against his ear. “Me too.” He choked, then groaned.

In Kimihiro's palm, Doumeki's cock jumped just a tiny bit. Hot thick wetness spilled over his hand and spattered his belly. The scent of semen filled the tiny shower stall.

Kimihiro blinked, surprised. Doumeki…came…in my hand! It was shocking, and more than a little…exciting. Abruptly, something inside him clenched hard, and unbearable pleasure exploded from his balls all the way up his shaft, and then out. A soft cry was wrung from his throat. He bit down on Doumeki's neck to silence the sound. His body shuddered and released hot fluid into the hand wrapped around him.

Doumeki sighed, very softly.

Kimihiro shuddered and collapsed in Doumeki's arms, thoroughly wrung out.

Under the water's spray, Doumeki leaned back to cup Kimihiro's chin, tilting his face up and capture Kimihiro's gaze. He leaned down and pressed a very gentle kiss to Kimihiro's lips.

Kimihiro blinked. Hot tears suddenly formed and slid down. Shock swept through him. He blinked and raised a hand to his cheek. “Why am I…?”

Doumeki lifted his palms and thumbed the tears away. “Relax, it's just a reaction.” He shrugged. “It happens sometimes.” He then turned and stood under the spray, wiping at his belly, and quite blatantly washing his cock. “Damn, the water's actually getting warm again.” He tugged the curtain aside and stepped out of the stall. “Hurry up and clean off, or we'll be late.”

Kimihiro hurried.

* * *

Marching stiffly down the puddle strewn sidewalk toward Yuuko's house, Kimihiro scowled at Doumeki striding at his side. “There is definitely, definitely something wrong with you.”

Doumeki snorted. “What? It was just jerking off.”

Kimihiro tripped on nothing in particular. “Just…” He turned his fiercest scowl on Doumeki. “How can you just…say that! Out loud and everything!” He threw up his hands, very nearly tossing his bags in the process. “Are you a complete and utter uncouth beast…?”

“Beast?” Doumeki raised one brow, his gaze hot molten gold. “You're not the one with the bite mark.”

Kimihiro stiffened. Bite mark? Memory assailed him, reminding him quite graphically that during his final moments, he'd completely and utterly forgotten himself and had indeed bitten Doumeki's shoulder. Mortified heat filled his face.

Doumeki pursed his lips. “I had no idea you were so…” He flashed a smirk. “Kinky.”

A small screech escaped Kimihiro's lips. “I'm not the pervert here…! I didn't start it!”

Doumeki tossed him a mild expressionless look. “You didn't say no either. Not once.”

Kimihiro gasped then turned away, his shoulders hunched. “You are such an utter bastard! I can't believe I even associate with you…!”

With a soft sigh, Doumeki shrugged the shoulder band of his long bow off and looped it over his other shoulder, then plugged the ear closest to Kimihiro. The smallest of smiles curved his lips.