My first xxxholic fic; it sucks hard.
roxiezeke:
DOUMEKI/WATANUKI? DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. BOTH WAYS
YOU KNOW THEY ARE MADE FOR IT
loving domestic violence
though
lol
Doumeki was used to a certain level of abuse from his friend, both unintentional and not (he never really payed a lot of attention to where his arms were going when he flailed them around, and even with his scrawny frame it still kind of hurt), but he certainly hadn't expected it to get worse the closer they got. He had a rather impressive collection of bruises in nearly every place possible (thankfully, they were easy to cover up; Watanuki would end up making it worse if he found out).
It wasn't a problem until this last Thursday during one of Watanuki's routine rants about the glory of the 'adorable Himawari~ ♥', when he had turned sharply to reprimand Doumeki for staring too long. His hand smacked into Doumeki's side, hitting one of the more painful bruises, and suddenly white took over his vision, eating in from the borders.
He leaned into the wall to ground himself, and something in his face must have worried Himawari, because she stopped and asked if he felt sick.
"...No," Doumeki still felt a bit dizzy, but not enough to worry about. And he could always sit down for a while later if he still felt weird.
Watanuki cornered him during lunch (Himawari was busy again), poking him in the chest with his usual vehemence.
"Hey, you, what's going on? You made Himawari worried, earlier!" Doumeki moved back a bit, both to avoid being hit as the other boy's arms cut through the air erratically and to keep his eardrums from shattering.
It wasn't really an important question if Watanuki didn't care. "Sorry," and that should do it; Watanuki would sit down and let him enjoy his lunch.
But it wasn't enough apparently, not this time, and Watanuki near tackled him, grabbing at his shirt (Doumeki hadn't realized he actually payed attention when he hit him any more, but apparently he did). He grabbed Watanuki's wrists to stop him, but those long bony legs were digging into him painfully and would probably end up dong much worse damage. Self preservation kicked in and he grabbed for Watanuki's legs instead, leaving Watanuki free to pull his shirt up.
Watanuki jerked back in surprise, eyes narrowing behind glasses when he saw the bruises littered across Doumeki's chest. "Oi, what's all this?" and Doumeki realized he probably wouldn't get the chance to eat his lunch at all once Watanuki started in on him. He shrugged noncommittally, gazing forlornly at the food the other boy had made for him.
Somehow Watanuki growled at that (he made the strangest noises), shaking him by the hold he still had on Doumeki's shirt (he'd probably have to iron it tonight; it was getting really wrinkled) and started up another rant.
Doumeki waited for him to calm down before finally replying, "You hit hard." Watanuki looked utterly confused for the rest of the day.
~~
From then on, Watanuki made a point of punching him twice as many times to make up for the new awareness for his surroundings he seemed to have gained overnight.
DOUMEKI/WATANUKI? DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. BOTH WAYS
YOU KNOW THEY ARE MADE FOR IT
loving domestic violence
though
lol
Doumeki was used to a certain level of abuse from his friend, both unintentional and not (he never really payed a lot of attention to where his arms were going when he flailed them around, and even with his scrawny frame it still kind of hurt), but he certainly hadn't expected it to get worse the closer they got. He had a rather impressive collection of bruises in nearly every place possible (thankfully, they were easy to cover up; Watanuki would end up making it worse if he found out).
It wasn't a problem until this last Thursday during one of Watanuki's routine rants about the glory of the 'adorable Himawari~ ♥', when he had turned sharply to reprimand Doumeki for staring too long. His hand smacked into Doumeki's side, hitting one of the more painful bruises, and suddenly white took over his vision, eating in from the borders.
He leaned into the wall to ground himself, and something in his face must have worried Himawari, because she stopped and asked if he felt sick.
"...No," Doumeki still felt a bit dizzy, but not enough to worry about. And he could always sit down for a while later if he still felt weird.
Watanuki cornered him during lunch (Himawari was busy again), poking him in the chest with his usual vehemence.
"Hey, you, what's going on? You made Himawari worried, earlier!" Doumeki moved back a bit, both to avoid being hit as the other boy's arms cut through the air erratically and to keep his eardrums from shattering.
It wasn't really an important question if Watanuki didn't care. "Sorry," and that should do it; Watanuki would sit down and let him enjoy his lunch.
But it wasn't enough apparently, not this time, and Watanuki near tackled him, grabbing at his shirt (Doumeki hadn't realized he actually payed attention when he hit him any more, but apparently he did). He grabbed Watanuki's wrists to stop him, but those long bony legs were digging into him painfully and would probably end up dong much worse damage. Self preservation kicked in and he grabbed for Watanuki's legs instead, leaving Watanuki free to pull his shirt up.
Watanuki jerked back in surprise, eyes narrowing behind glasses when he saw the bruises littered across Doumeki's chest. "Oi, what's all this?" and Doumeki realized he probably wouldn't get the chance to eat his lunch at all once Watanuki started in on him. He shrugged noncommittally, gazing forlornly at the food the other boy had made for him.
Somehow Watanuki growled at that (he made the strangest noises), shaking him by the hold he still had on Doumeki's shirt (he'd probably have to iron it tonight; it was getting really wrinkled) and started up another rant.
Doumeki waited for him to calm down before finally replying, "You hit hard." Watanuki looked utterly confused for the rest of the day.
~~
From then on, Watanuki made a point of punching him twice as many times to make up for the new awareness for his surroundings he seemed to have gained overnight.