moe81 | Deal with the Devil

Title: Deal with the devil – Chapter 1

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki

A/N: At this stage I have no summary but there may be one in later chapters.

This had to be one of the strangest – not necessarily the most uncomfortable – situations that Doumeki had found himself in since…ever. Alright, so only since meeting Watanuki and getting drawn into the bizarre world that he lived in. And the fact that Watanuki couldn’t actually speak around his gag was a big help, because Doumeki was sure he would have been close to deaf by now.

He wasn’t overly worried about their position, being that they were suspended outside the 10^th floor of an apartment building, but of the tenuous strain against his control. He had good control; over his life, over his actions and over his body but if Watanuki tried to move again, he was going to snap.

Mismatched, wide eyes glared at him, accusing him and loudly proclaiming that this was his fault. How, he wasn’t sure but still positive that Watanuki could find the reason. He watched closely as the wide eyes skipped past his shoulder to, what looked like, empty space to the left of him. Doumeki knew better than to assume it was empty and tensed his body, knowing there was no way he could move but at least hoping for a vain attempt at protecting the other boy.

Muffled yelling came from behind the gag and then Doumeki felt something grip his shoulder hard. The pain was bearable but the look in Watanuki’s eyes made his chest ache and it had nothing to do with that something wrapping around his middle and squeezing. A gasp escaped but there was no plea to stop, even as he watched widened eyes screaming at him, begging him, to give in.

The squeezing became tighter, little black dots danced in his vision and it seemed Watanuki had had enough of his life being saved. He twisted his lower body, trying to find a way to loosen the ropes wrapped around them both and even being in the middle of a life or death situation, Doumeki could appreciate how damn good it felt when he was rubbed against. He was in control.

His ability to breathe returned with a rush and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. He glared silently in Watanuki’s direction and received a silent huff in response. The idiot had made a deal with a malevolent spirit, the same one that had chased them in here in the first place, all because Watanuki decided he couldn’t leave well enough alone and let sleeping creatures rest.

A heavy mist engulfed the two of them and before Doumeki could blink, they were back in the bedroom of the apartment. As it began to clear, there was a tearing sound of tape on flesh and a loud indrawn breath. Their bonds were loosened and Doumeki could feel the blood slowly returning to his limbs. This was good, maybe they could escape and…

Watanuki wasn’t looking at him. In fact, he wasn’t anything at him. No flailing, no yelling, no flashing eyes of irritation. Doumeki frowned and stared. When he didn’t get the usual response of ridiculous hyperactivity, he reached out a hand to touch an extremely tense shoulder. The other boy flinched and Doumeki had to wonder, just what exactly had transpired in Watanuki’s head, when he had been bound and gagged?

He gripped the shoulder harder and turned Watanuki to face him and when he continued to look away, Doumeki forcefully pulled his head around, bringing them face to face. The other’s face was tight and his mouth was drawn into a thin line, noise almost non-existent and wasn’t that just a little odd.

Doumeki opened his mouth to speak and watched as Watanuki screwed his eyes shut, blocking out the image of Doumeki’s face. And something wasn’t right because suddenly his vision was half black and what exactly had prompted such an emotional jump as to cause him to see, well…himself.

There was a tic jumping in Watanuki’s jaw and he was sure he saw the other boy roll his eyes under his lids. One eye was cracked open and a blue iris glared at him. For such a twitchy guy, he certainly glared a lot. Shoulders appeared to slump in defeat, and Doumeki watched closely as the tip of a tongue flicked out and moistened pink lips.

He drew his gaze slowly back to the one blue eye and watched, fascinated, as pale skin turned bright red in embarrassment. He silently willed the other eye to open, just so he could see what the other was seeing and wondering if it really was as bad as all that and if so then they could just…

His peripheral vision caught the slight jump in Watanuki’s neck and he stared as a pulse point beat out a graceless rhythm, fast and hard. Doumeki did not lose control and as he repeated the mantra in his head, he watched Watanuki swallow, neck stretching almost imperceptibly but just enough to be noticed by sharp eyes.

“Oi.” His voice was barely above a whisper but Watanuki still twitched as if pinched.

Doumeki could have sworn that the skin he was watching turned an even darker shade and as Watanuki opened his mouth, he knew he was right.

“I made a deal.” He’d gathered that and he wasn’t overly happy about Watanuki putting himself in the firing line again. “The…it…will let us go, unharmed, on one condition.” Because that settled every nerve that Doumeki could possibly have in this situation. “We have to…” Watanuki choked on his words and Doumeki was ready to just shake it out of him. It couldn’t be that bad. “We have to…” A hand was waved at the bed behind them and it had never been said that Doumeki was slow.

He blinked and stared, at the bed and then at Watanuki. Well… that was…

“I’m only doing this because I have to.” Interesting statement. “Yuuko would be really annoyed at me if I was killed.” Really? “I haven’t finished paying for my wish, yet.”

If that was the reason he wanted to hide behind, it was fine for Doumeki, only because it meant that he could protect Watanuki just a little longer.

He ran his palm down a stiff arm and caught up a cold hand in his, rubbing the fingers and demanding the return of warmth. The other boy needed to relax if they were going to do this and Doumeki did the only thing he could. He pulled Watanuki close to his body.

Watanuki shivered as one arm was wrapped around his waist, while another held his hand to a slightly faster-then-normal heart beat. Doumeki wanted to keep this slow, only so as not to scare Watanuki into backing off and who knew what the consequences of that would be.

He couldn’t see the spirit from earlier, but he knew very well that it was watching them, ensuring that the deal was carried out and he had no reason to trust this but his faith was still seated in Watanuki and his strange affliction with ensuring everyone around him was safe.

The idea that he was about to have an audience while doing this was pushed to the back of his mind, where he could analyse and dissect it later and deal with any ramifications.

He heard a quiet sound coming from behind Watanuki’s clenched teeth. Doumeki allowed a tiny, gratified smile then lowered his head. He heard breath catch and he paused, letting Watanuki at least attempt, to get used to the close proximity.

When it started again, he pressed forward and touched his lips to the soft skin of Watanuki’s neck, and inhaled his scent, drawing the other boy into him. Relaxing would be good and Watanuki wasn’t making this any easier, being so stiff and unresponsive.

Doumeki trailed kisses up to the back of a very red ear and touched his tongue to the skin there. A minute flinch but nothing he couldn’t work with. His hands came around Watanuki’s back and he pulled, bringing their bodies flush with each other: chest to chest and hip to hip.

He ran his hands down Watanuki’s spine and settled on his ass, pulling him up and in, rubbing their groins together and moving his mouth across a flushed cheek. He found parted lips with his and settled into a steady rhythm, rubbing, touching, tasting. His tongue darted forward and slipped around another, curling, tugging, hot wet and dragging a response from the body in his arms. He could have sworn he tasted sake but that wasn’t right because Watanuki didn’t drink and he really needed to breathe and so did Watanuki and he was pulling away any moment now except there were hands in his hair and he needed to get closer.

He stepped back, the other still clinging to him, knowing that there was a wall somewhere…back there. He felt tugging on his ankles, stopping his movement, whereas Watanuki kept going and stumbled when he had nothing to hold on to. Clearly the other didn’t have a problem being bound. Doumeki thought he heard a slight chuckle but ignored it and focused on his issue.

Or he would have if Watanuki hadn’t picked up the misstep and turned back to the bed, avoiding his eyes and sitting on the edge, fingers clenched in the blankets. Doumeki wanted to test his restraints, see if he could find a way out but it was obvious that Watanuki wouldn’t be leaving until this deal had been completed to the letter and Doumeki was free to leave under his own power.

It was a simple matter and Doumeki really had no complaints and if that kiss had been any indication, then Watanuki was happy – or as close as he could be - to ride it out with him. He crossed to the other side of the bed and removed his shoes, before crawling over and pulling Watanuki into his arms.

The original idea had been to take it slow and let him become used to the closeness, but Doumeki could easily see this ending in a bad way if something wasn’t done soon.

Hesitation was abandoned in place of stripping Watanuki of his shirt, his own following not far behind. Legs straddled slim hips from behind and he skimmed his hands down Watanuki’s slim chest. One hand continued on and followed the trail of dark hair that lead under a tight waistband and made the return trip to do it again. The other moved up and dug into wayward strands.

Doumeki tugged on Watanuki’s hair, forcing his head back and over a shoulder, kissing Watanuki, tongues and teeth, biting at reddened lips. His free hand drifted over flushed skin: over chest, stomach, waistband and settling on a cloth covered erection. He rubbed, squeezed and stroked, his hand covered by another and pushed at harder, hips moving up to meet the joined hands. Watanuki gave a long drawn out moan, which he felt flow over his occupied tongue and in into the back of his throat.

With another tug on dark hair, he skimmed a palm down and over pale skin, fingertips brushing against a hardened nipple, nails scratching and leaving small red marks. Thumb and finger caught up the nipple and pinched, rolled and twisted, earning him a hitched breath and ragged panting. Doumeki was hard and all he wanted to do was…

He ground his erection against Watanuki’s ass, groans and panting bouncing off the walls of the room, surrounding them both in a myriad of lust induced noises.

Doumeki wrapped his arm around Watanuki, calloused hands dragging across soft skin, and turned their bodies so he could lay him out on the bed. He moved a hand to spread the others legs, allowing him to settle solidly against a lean body. He nearly lost it when Watanuki wrapped his legs around his waist and lifted his hips, thrusting himself up and into Doumeki.

He grabbed Watanuki’s ass and pushed his body into the other, mouth at a pale neck, licking, sucking and needing to get closer, just a little closer. Watanuki moved his hips faster and there just wasn’t near enough pressure and his mouth was dragged lower as Watanuki threw his head back.

Doumeki brought a hand up Watanuki’s back to between his shoulders and pushed, chest moving higher and in better reach of his mouth. He bit down on Watanuki’s nipples, using the back of his tongue to roll it over his teeth. A hand reached down and tugged at the button and zip on his pants. He raised his hips for better access and Watanuki tried to follow. Doumeki made a noise and the hips dropped, zipper coming apart easily under his hands.

The relief Watanuki felt was obvious on his face, which was followed quickly by his body arching up under Doumeki and moaning, his freed erection rubbing against Doumeki’s confined one. Doumeki fell back and groaned, riding his cock against Watanuki’s, hard, fast.

His nails dragged over skin as he moved his hand under elastic and curled his fingers around Watanuki’s cock, skin against skin, massaging until Watanuki tried to move against him, up and into his body and damn if he didn’t need more.

Doumeki shifted his body, hand reaching behind him to release Watanuki’s legs, the other dragging his palm against hardened flesh and out of the confines of material. Watanuki grunted his protest and frowned, eyes widening again when Doumeki moved down, giving Watanuki a full body rub and then standing.

There was no preamble as Doumeki stripped Watanuki of both his pants and his underwear, shoes following in their wake, exposing all of him to heated probing eyes. Doumeki dropped down and tongued his way from ankle to knee, the other leg getting the same treatment from his hand. While his mouth sucked and pulled at the skin of inner thigh, his hand reached up and gently palmed Watanuki’s balls, squeezing, rolling, massaging and a low moan drifted down to his ears.

Doumeki pressed himself into the mattress, trying to find a purchase for friction against his cock. He was so hard and he wanted to open his zipper and bring himself to completion while he sucked off Watanuki. Just the thought had his hips moving faster.

He pulled and tugged at Watanuki’s cock, hand moving in natural rhythm as he latched his mouth onto a bony hip. Teeth and lips worrying at the skin hard enough to leave a mark that would last a good long while. A growl from the chest above his head almost had Doumeki smiling, if it wasn’t for the fact that all he wanted was Watanuki in his mouth, begging for more. He dragged his lips from hip to pelvis, marking the skin with his teeth. He gave a last look to Watanuki’s face and found mismatched eyes blazing down at him.

Doumeki lowered his mouth to Watanuki’s cock and as his lips touched hot flesh, he felt the bindings holding his feet to the bed frame fall away and he could move again. Watanuki moaned and arched up under Doumeki’s hands, pale skin flushed and sheen of sweat covering his torso. Doumeki looked down and licked his lips, the sight of Watanuki’s erection causing his own to twitch in response. He wanted to take Watanuki in his mouth, wanted to feel Watanuki give in and let go, wanted him to let someone give him pleasure and as Watanuki twitched under his body, he was ready to tell the world to go to hell.

It was then that he heard it, almost a thump followed by a slight screech. Whatever it was couldn’t be good. Doumeki groaned silently at the interruption and promised retribution at the earliest moment but right now he had to get Watanuki out of there. With a last longing look at the slim form beneath him, Doumeki hauled himself off the bed and reached for his shirt. He could hear ragged gasps as the other came back to himself and prepared himself for all the coming obscenities.

Except they didn’t. He looked over his shoulder and saw Watanuki staring at his hands, brow furrowed and pout present. Doumeki non-existently raised an eyebrow and stared at him, then watched with fascination as bright red climbed Watanuki’s neck and spread rapidly. And he really needed to stop daydreaming and get them out of there.

Watanuki didn’t say a word as he reached for his clothes, leaving Doumeki to wonder if maybe it would have been less awkward if he had finished what had been started. Then again…maybe not. He buttoned his shirt and waited for Watanuki to finish dressing, his back turned so as to avoid anymore undue embarrassment.

The sound of a clearing throat and Doumeki moved to the doorway, preparing to lead the way out when he felt fingers digging into his shoulder and he was pushed aside, Watanuki all but running down the hallway. A slight twitch of his lips and he followed, long strides catching the other boy before he could reach the stairwell.

Doumeki heard the thumping again and urged them both on, wanting out of the building and back to where it was safe. They hit the bottom floor at a run and pushed through, sprinting across the deserted foyer. As they slammed the front doors open, letting themselves out into the night, Doumeki wanted the silence between them to be broken. Even a spinning rant would have been good but Watanuki refused to even look at him and he hoped that it wouldn’t continue for too long.

Making sure Watanuki was safe was his first priority but he pondered the possibility that maybe - just maybe - they could finish what they had started. Obviously it would be without the intervention of spirits and the possible death and destruction they could bring. He certainly wouldn’t be adverse to it and he wanted to believe that Watanuki wasn’t either.

As Doumeki walked down the street behind Watanuki, silence and tension between them, an unnoticed figure stepped out of the shadows, a smirk in place and intent gleaming in its eyes. Playing with prey was always fun. Playing with someone else’s prey, made its blood sing.