Well, this was certainly unexpected.

Doumeki had him pinned back against the counter, bodies pressed together and lips locked in a fierce and unrelenting kiss.

Watanuki struggled for a moment, only to fail miserably as one of the archer's arms slipped back around his waist—the other locking behind his head. His breath was caught from his mouth and his glasses were painfully digging into his face. The boy tried to say something, butt it only came out as a stifled moan.

When the taller male finally pulled back—both of them gasping for breath—Doumeki let his forehead rest against the other's. He nuzzled Watanuki's face slightly, cutting off the bespectacled boy as he tried to say something. "Nn… Just… say my name."

Watanuki stuttered, his will leaving him as Doumeki breathed against his face—the air hot and thirsting for another round. His name? "S…Sh—shi…"

"Shi?"

Face flushed in embarrassment, he tried to pull away again. "Sh-shut up, stupid face!"

Unforgiving, Doumeki crushed their lips back together, kissing the boy with as much feeling as he could muster and pushing him harder against the counter.

"Shizuka," he finally gasped, pulling away from the kiss and turning his face to the side.

Doumeki gave a small, half-smile as he leaned over and breathed a soft sigh into Watanuki's ear. "Kimihiro."

"I hate you."

"I know. Too bad I like you—a lot."

"I-I do, too."

"Hmm?" Doumeki leaned back for a moment, an almost surprised expression on his face.

Watanuki still wasn't looking at him. "I like you, too." He lowered his head and rested it against Doumeki's chest.

The archer hesitated for a long time before he let out a smile that went unnoticed by the smaller figure in his arms. "Good." He set his chin on top of Watanuki's head and closed his eyes. "I'm glad."