Pain is not an Option-Chp Finale

This time, Watanuki’s palm landed squarely on Doumeki’s face. Not only that, he rammed his fists at his chest as hard as he could, tears beginning to stream out of his blue eyes. The bell on his bracelet tinkled every time he hit out at Doumeki. The archer didn’t seem to want to fight back though. He just let Watanuki hit him again and again, letting him vent out his anger.

“Doushite? Doushite?! DOUSHITE?!” Watanuki yelled at every hit he made. “Why can’t you just say it? Why can’t you just tell it straight to my face? Why did you hit me and rape me? Why did you rob me of my virginity? Why? WHY?! You hurt me, did you know that? You hurt me really bad! Itai yo! ITAI YO!!!”

Doumeki, after many poundings later, reached out and hugged Watanuki close to his chest. He stroked his back and hushed him to calm him down, but it didn’t stop him from sobbing.

“I hate you…I hate you…I hate you…!”

“Hai, I know. Gomenasai. I never wanted this to happen. I wanted to confess to you properly and brace myself for an acceptance or a rejection, but you were so intent on Kunogi-san and kept accusing me of trying to take someone that I barely have any interest in that I…I just lost it. Gomenasai…”

This was the first time he had ever heard and seen this new side of Doumeki. Not the stoic, uncompassionate, cold archer who didn’t give a damn about anything but himself, not the crazy, angry, flying-off-the-handle fiery son of a bitch who hit him black and blue, but the gentle, tender-speaking teenage boy who want nothing more than to make amends and apologize for everything he had done. It was almost too good to be true as Watanuki slowly lifted his head to meet Doumeki’s amber eyes. He saw a hint of sincerity and passion in them and he knew that Doumeki’s telling the truth. He could see that the archer truly loved him and would probably continue to pursue him even if he had properly confessed to him and got Watanuki’s rejection as a reply. He was the only one who could see through his screaming and shouting as the insecure little boy he was and would accept him regardless of what he was. He was the only person who would willingly lay down his life before him regardless the danger of the situation and help him with every fiber of his being. He’s Doumeki Shizuka the archer, stoic and stone-faced, and that’s just the way he was.

“It hurt…What you did to me…it hurt…”

“Gomenasai…”

Watanuki soon felt Doumeki’s soft lips on him. These were the lips of a man who would sacrifice his soul for a moment like this. The lips of a man who would love and cherish him forever and throughout many lifetimes. He couldn’t lie to himself any longer—he had wanted this for so long.
And, oh, how great they tasted.

Doumeki slowly set Watanuki down onto the tatami floor and removed his clothes, his lips never leaving its claim on Watanuki’s. Watanuki helped Doumeki remove his clothes and soon, they were both as bare as a baby’s bottom. Doumeki’s breath slightly hitched when he saw the bandages around Watanuki’s body and gave him a horrified Did-I-do-this-to-you look. Watanuki looked away sadly, not wanting to meet Doumeki’s hurt eyes. Doumeki slowly lowered himself to kiss the bandages, trying to ease the pain of every part he had landed his fists on and reminding himself of a deed that he would never repeat ever again as long as he lived.

“I’ll be gentle.”

After that reassuring words and a couple of foreplays later (which include giving each other a blow-job and Doumeki fingering Watanuki to prepare him), Doumeki lifted Watanuki’s hips a little higher and guided his own manhood towards the blue-eyed boy’s opening. This time, instead of rudely entering him, he inched himself inside bit by bit, hearing Watanuki’s ecstatic moan echoing throughout the room. He thrust at a slow and steady pace, plucking at Watanuki’s nipples which were the only ones not covered by the bandages. Watanuki let out one moan and groan after another as he felt Doumeki inside him, moving in a rhythm so much better than what he had felt before.

“Do…Doumeki…kimochii…”

Doumeki got slightly fired up by Watanuki’s soft words of satisfaction and increased his speed and the depth of his thrust just a little bit. Watanuki reached up and dug his nails onto his shoulder, moaning even louder as he felt Doumeki’s length hit something inside him that sent waves of unadulterated joy and adrenaline into his whole body. Was this what they call the sweet spot? He had to feel it again.

“Ne, Doumeki…Harder…Deeper…”

“Are you sure?”

“Hai…Just fuck me…”

“Aishiteru, Kimihiro…”

The archer obliged, thrusting harder and deeper into him, aiming for the sweet spot over and over again. Watanuki couldn’t control himself any longer. His moans and groans got louder and louder to the point that he could even wake up the dead. Doumeki lowered himself and claimed his lips, trying to quiet him down as he continued to hit the sweet spot over and over again. Watanuki kissed him back possessively and fisted his hair, letting out more muffled moans between kisses. Doumeki could feel from the tenseness of Watanuki’s abdomen muscles that he was going to come soon. He decided to speed it up by stroking teasingly at Watanuki’s length. That sent Watanuki to the edge. Within seconds, he came, splattering his semen all over Doumeki’s hand and abdomen. A few more deep thrusts and Doumeki came too, letting out a strangled moan, probably suppressed.

Both boys lay flat on the floor, waiting for the final tremors to subside. Doumeki mustered whatever strength he had left and brought Watanuki into his embrace. Watanuki reciprocated, hugging the archer back with shaking arms still recovering from the tremors.

“Did I hurt you?”

Pain is not an option. It’s how you deal with it that’s important.

“Ie. It feels much better than that day.”

“Gomenasai…”

“Heiki ne. I forgive you, Shizuka, but at one condition.”

“What is it?”

“That you will pay for what you have done to me, by loving me as you claim you do.”

“Hmm.”

“You promise?”

“Ah.”

Watanuki Kimihiro knew that this was going to be the type of attitude he had to endure once he had thrown his obsession over Kunogi Himawari out of the window and accepted Doumeki Shizuka into his life, but he didn’t mind. Yuuko was right. Pain was not an option. It’s how he dealt with the pain that’s important.

And it felt good.