Note: Rating has been upped to M. The following chapter contains a (badly written) lemon and should not be read if you are not comfortable with yaoi action or are too young. (below 18?)

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Watanuki pulled open the sliding door to Doumeki's room, carefully balancing the tray of food in one hand. Doumeki was lying in his futon but opened his eyes when he heard Watanuki entered.

"Here, I made you some porridge." He kneeled by Doumeki, setting the tray down.

Doumeki tried to push himself up with one hand and Watanuki reached out immediately to help him. Sensing eyes firmly locked on him, Watanuki looked up.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Doumeki stared at the boy longer and wondered how he was going to ask him about what had happened earlier on. He had been observing the boy closely these past few days and was quite sure that the boy was not possessed by any spirit.

Sure, those intimate acts were very un-Watanuki-like but the fact that he cared for Watanuki very much should be painfully obvious. But then again, Watanuki can be super dense at times, especially when it comes to matters concerning him.

Watanuki waved his hand in front of his eyes. "What's wrong with you?"

Doumeki leaned down and picked up his bowl of porridge. "I'm hungry."

Watanuki rolled his eyes and huffed. "Aren't you always?"

As Doumeki ate his porridge, Watanuki was watching him carefully and inched a little closer.

"Does it still hurt?" Slender fingers reached out towards the wound, but not quite touching it.

Doumeki shook his head. "I'm fine. I'll survive."

Watanuki fell silent and his eyes were downcast. Doumeki knew the things that were running through Watanuki's mind at the moment. Blaming himself for the misfortune. Behind that loud mouth, Doumeki knew Watanuki was frightened, guilty and worried. He didn't want the boy to carry his burden and journey on alone.

He wanted to at least stay by his side.

He supposed this would be a good time, whether or not he was affected by the spirit.

Setting his bowl down, Doumeki cradled Watanuki's head in his hands. A startled Watanuki looked up and Doumeki wasted no time in leaning forward to kiss those lips.

Doumeki could tell Watanuki had his eyes wide open in shock. However, this time he wasn't going to let the boy get away.

Moving as quickly as his wound would permit, he shifted Watanuki so that the boy was now lying half on the futon, lips never leaving the other.

Watanuki tried to protest and turn his head away a few times, but Doumeki would not hear of it. He slipped his tongue in and teased Watanuki's own as hands travelled to unbutton the shirt.

Watanuki pulled his mouth away with a gasp and pushed at Doumeki. "What are you doing? You're injured for god's sake!"

Doumeki's warm lips slid down to kiss and nip at the neck, as his hands managed to unbutton the shirt and moved to touch the pale skin. He kissed and licked the hollow of the collarbone before sliding down to lick a nipple.

Watanuki moaned and fidgeted, forgetting that he was still trying to stop Doumeki a few seconds ago.

The hands explored his torso and moved lower to work on the pants.

"Dou…Doumeki…" Watanuki breathed and opened his hazy eyes a little to look at the archer. Doumeki moved to kiss him again, this time deeper, hungry and passionate.

Lying there completely exposed and slightly dazed from passion, Doumeki thought Watanuki looked more vulnerable and fragile than ever. The urge to protect and possess him grew and Doumeki took Watanuki's length into his mouth.

Watanuki gasped and clutched at the dark hair between his legs. Doumeki could feel the tremble in the writhing body on the futon and he carefully slid a finger in to prep Watanuki properly. Watanuki moaned and arched his hips off the futon at the pleasurable contact.

"Does it hurt?" Doumeki breathed heavily.

Not quite trusting himself to speak, Watanuki shook his head.

Doumeki dipped his moist tongue into Watanuki's navel and pressed soft kisses on his flat abdomen. The move felt so endearing that Watanuki felt his abdomen muscles quiver under those lips and his breath hitched with every touch.

Removing his fingers, Doumeki moved up to kiss the soft eyelid of the panting boy. "I'm going in."

Throwing all caution into the wind, he carefully thrust himself into Watanuki's opening.

Watanuki cried out and clung onto Doumeki's broad shoulders. Doumeki paused for a while to soothe the boy until Watanuki seemed to be wriggling his hips against Doumeki's.

He kissed the reddened cheek of Watanuki and held him close for a few moments before he began his thrusts.

The thrusts were slow and gentle at first before he increased his speed to a firm rhythm, wanting to feel the boy and take him completely.

"Ahh… ah… D-Doumeki…" Watanuki lifted his legs higher and hooked them around Doumeki's hips.

Doumeki was nearing his end and he began to speed up, stroking Watanuki's length in time to his thrusts. From the tightening of both Watanuki's legs around his hips and his opening, Doumeki knew that Watanuki was near his too.

"D-Doume… I…" Doumeki thrust deep and hard quickly letting Watanuki find his release first.

Then, with a last few deep thrusts, he came inside Watanuki, holding the boy close the whole time.

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A/n: (bows) I truly apologize for the long delay, if there are still any of my old readers reading this. I promised smut, but I also apologize if this was badly written or its kinda short.

If you are reading this, thank you. Drop me a review to let me know what you think ok? Feel free to improve my lemon. (smiles)