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storypaint) wrote2009-07-25 09:19 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-07-25 09:19 pm
Tempered (Doumeki/Watanuki)
Title: Tempered
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 254 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampanonmeme: Doumeki/Watanuki, heat, UST
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Soba for dinner," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki's yukata slip up to reveal more leg as the other attempted to get comfortable.
"'S hot," Watanuki whined without moving. Doumeki lifted an eyebrow but didn't bother shifting either. He was getting an occasional breeze on the back of his neck, not that it was doing much good.
Watanuki turned over and dangled his arms off the porch. He wiped his hair off his sweaty forehead and it stood up a little. Doumeki might have smirked, but the heat was getting to him too.
"Soba for dinner," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki's yukata slip up to reveal more leg as the other attempted to get comfortable.
"I don't want to cook, stupid." Watanuki pointed at him, preparing for a rant, but then he let his hand drop. It was even too hot for fighting.
Doumeki unfolded himself from his perch, sighing, and he stalked over to stare down at Watanuki, whose heat-flushed face suddenly glowed brighter.
"What do you want?" he snapped, grabbing a paper fan and attempting to relieve some of the heat.
"Just checking," Doumeki said shortly. He held his hand out. After a moment, Watanuki handed him another fan, scowling.
"If idiots don't get colds, jerks shouldn't get too hot," Watanuki mumbled. He blinked when Doumeki turned the fan around and began to fan him.
"What are you doing?"
Doumeki shrugged. "Idiots don't get cold."
"NOW JUST WAIT--!" Watanuki began, but then sighed. Doumeki fanned efficiently. Watanuki shut his eyes and let his sweat evaporate. Neither of them said anything for a long moment.
Still, to Watanuki, the kiss came as a complete surprise.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 254 words
Prompt:
clampanonmeme: Doumeki/Watanuki, heat, USTPairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Soba for dinner," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki's yukata slip up to reveal more leg as the other attempted to get comfortable.
"'S hot," Watanuki whined without moving. Doumeki lifted an eyebrow but didn't bother shifting either. He was getting an occasional breeze on the back of his neck, not that it was doing much good.
Watanuki turned over and dangled his arms off the porch. He wiped his hair off his sweaty forehead and it stood up a little. Doumeki might have smirked, but the heat was getting to him too.
"Soba for dinner," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki's yukata slip up to reveal more leg as the other attempted to get comfortable.
"I don't want to cook, stupid." Watanuki pointed at him, preparing for a rant, but then he let his hand drop. It was even too hot for fighting.
Doumeki unfolded himself from his perch, sighing, and he stalked over to stare down at Watanuki, whose heat-flushed face suddenly glowed brighter.
"What do you want?" he snapped, grabbing a paper fan and attempting to relieve some of the heat.
"Just checking," Doumeki said shortly. He held his hand out. After a moment, Watanuki handed him another fan, scowling.
"If idiots don't get colds, jerks shouldn't get too hot," Watanuki mumbled. He blinked when Doumeki turned the fan around and began to fan him.
"What are you doing?"
Doumeki shrugged. "Idiots don't get cold."
"NOW JUST WAIT--!" Watanuki began, but then sighed. Doumeki fanned efficiently. Watanuki shut his eyes and let his sweat evaporate. Neither of them said anything for a long moment.
Still, to Watanuki, the kiss came as a complete surprise.