XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Sitting On Santa's Lap ❯ Sitting On Santa\'s Lap ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

DISC: xxxHolic is the property of Clamp and licensed by TokyoPop here in the US. I don’t own these characters. I’m borrowing them for this fic, from which I make no profit whatsoever.


“Why the heck are we even doing this? There’s just no reason! We’re not western. This whole Santa thing is overrated!” Watanuki was in full-tilt rant mode.

A monotone, “That woman set it up for her party,” served as the response to the seer’s ravings.

“Well, then, why is it *you* who has to be Santa, then? I bet you asked her if you could play the part. This way, you get to have Himawari and all the other girls sit on your lap. Oh my god, you’re such a pervert!” The rant continued. Normally, the svelte teen would be dancing around in his spastic overreaction. But his precarious position on Doumeki’s lap made that impossible. Instead, he was like a lapful of wriggly kitten.

“You haven’t told me what you want for Christmas yet,” Doumeki commented with a smirk.

As expected, it brought about the usual explosion, “Why on earth would I tell you what I want anyway? It’s not like you’d do anything about it, and Kami-sama, why can’t I get off your lap?”

“That woman wanted to make sure each person told their true Christmas wish. So there’s a spell on the chair. You can’t get off Santa’s lap until you tell him what you want. You’re the last one.”

Watanuki face-faulted. Then muttered, “It’s just like that witch to try to drum up more wish-granting business this way, isn’t it?” In a louder tone, he responded, “I *want* today to be over with so I can stop being humiliated like this.” And then he moved to try to get off Doumeki’s lap.

No cigar.

“I want to be free from spirits attacking me.”

Still no dice.

“I want a kiss from Himawari.” … “I want half of my service time to Yuuko granted to me for free.” … “I want one single day working here where I don’t have to serve Yuuko any alcohol.” … “I want a day off from having to make stupid out of season bento.” … “I want a cup of tea.” … “I want Kohane-chan to have a good time with her mom this Christmas.” … “I want to be able to get off your damned lap!”

“AAAAAAAAAAARGH!” His wriggling was really spectacular this time.

“Oi.”

“Don’t call me ‘Oi.’ How many times do I have to tell you that? I have a name! Use it!” He struggled again. And then his face lit up as if inspiration had struck. “I want you to call me by my name.”

Again, he made as if to get off the older teen’s red flannel covered lap. Again, the spell held him tight.

“AAAARGH!” His flailings were really spectacular.

“OI!”

Watanuki turned toward the lumbering giant of an archer, ready to reprimand him some more, when he noticed the strained look Doumeki was wearing. Instantly, he sobered and responded, “What’s wrong?”

Through gritted teeth, Doumeki replied, “Please ask me for what you really want – and quickly – or stop moving.”

What? “I’m TRYING!” He squirmed some more. “What the hell do you think I’ve been doing the past 15 minutes? I can’t think of anything else. I’ve asked for all the things I can think of. Or maybe you could do better?”

His wriggling movements were growing more agitated.

“Oh, I’m sure the perfect Doumeki would know just what to ask for if I were the Santa and he were on my lap.”

Almost panting, Doumeki grasped Watanuki’s shoulders tightly and whispered, “Stop. Moving.”

To which Watanuki’s hands flew up to fling Doumeki’s off him. More squirming ensued as he responded, “Don’t tell me what to do! You’re so bossy! That’s why I would have made a much bet… ter…”

Eyes wide, Watanuki’s head turned to look at “Santa,” whose cheeks were a very jolly shade of red. Even though the look on “Santa’s” face was somewhat abashed.

“Doumeki…” He started. “Is… that…?”

“I warned you to stop moving.” He still wasn’t meeting Watanuki’s eyes.

“This is… because… I was *moving*?”

“Because *YOU* were moving.” There. He’d said it. And was greeted with nothing but silence. He couldn’t look at the seer. Just couldn’t. His head stayed turned to the side.

Watanuki sat silent for a few more moments. Then he spoke very silently, “It wasn’t very fair of Yuuko to make you play Santa.”

His face still set in a grimace, Doumeki responded with a non-committal, “Hn.”

“Who gets to hear *your* wish? Why should you be the only one who doesn’t have a chance at getting a wish granted?”

Still looking off to the side, he responded, “That woman can’t grant my wish.”

Watanuki sat silently for another minute. Doumeki’s hearbeat was loud. And he’d never seen the archer actually look embarrassed before.

With a sigh, Watanuki sat up straight. “The great Watanuki-sama knows what he wants for Christmas.”

A non-committal “Mm?” was the reply.

Silence.

And then…

Whispered, “I want Doumeki’s wish to come true.”

Before the man could react any further than the widening of his eyes, Watanuki slid off his lap and disappeared into the kitchen.

Slowly, he followed into the forbidden territory of the Watanuki-run kitchen. He was expecting the boy to yell some more at him, so the fact that his lapels were grabbed forcefully almost as soon as the kitchen door closed didn’t surprise him. The lips pressing up against his own, however did. He gasped and Watanuki took the initiative to delve deeper.

Tongues battled fiercely. Someone moaned. Watanuki could feel every inch of Doumeki, pressed up tightly against him.

When they broke for air, Doumeki muttered, “Did someone put something in your drink?”

“You moron. Only a true wish could get me off your lap.”

Doumeki muttered, “I didn’t think wishing for someone else’s wish could even work.”

“It depends.” Yuuko’s voice as she entered the kitchen rang clear. “For example, if you wish for something to be true – and it already is, but you are unaware of it, you still feel the need for the wish. But if someone wishes for your already true wish to come true, what they’re really wishing for is for you to notice reality. Even if they’re unaware that’s what they’re wishing for.”

Both boys blushed and looked away.

“The party’s likely to run late, but it’s nothing but drinking and socializing left. I suggest you two go home. Watanuki, I’ll want you here tomorrow for clean up!” she sang. And then she flowed out of the room and back towards the party.

There was silence as Watanuki grabbed his bag and Doumeki stripped off the Santa costume, down to his jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt.

There was silence as they left the building that stood between dimensions.

There was silence for most of the walk toward Watanuki’s apartment.

“Doumeki, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“But…”

Doumeki put one hand on top of his as he slid the key into the door. “Kimihiro. Can I stay over tonight?”

“Who said you could call me Kimihiro, Shizuka?” He was really going to pass out if all the blood kept running to his cheeks like this.

“Is that a yes?”

The seer stomped into the apartment muttering, “Moron,” while Shizuka grinned and followed, locking the door behind him.