Watanuki was always loud, Doumeki thought. Even when they had sex.

Right now, he was making noises – probably protesting something, but Doumeki couldn't really understand what he said. He didn't focus much on the words, either, because he was concentrating on the sounds Watanuki made and the muffled and yet loud voice. Doumeki grinned slightly while his grip tightened on Watanuki's wrists. He could sound so sexy.

"Nng. S-stop that… Dou-meki", the black-haired panted. Doumeki could see him blush.

"No", he answered and his other hand unbuttoned Watanuki's shirt. Slowly – almost searching – he examined the smaller boy's body. Watanuki's skin was so white and – his lips kissed his chest, his belly down to his pants – warm and soft.

"Wha-t do you m-mean", Watanuki was blushing heavily now. His whole body had tensed up, but Doumeki knew that he could let go of his wrists soon. He loved to see how Watanuki fought and lost while trying to resist what he wanted deep inside. Doumeki just had to remind him sometimes.

"I don't want to stop", Doumeki murmured into Watanuki's ears before kissing his lips softly. He heard him sighing, longing. He looked him into his eyes. He had him again.

Watanuki made a face when Doumeki let go of his hands. He, then, pulled the other boy towards him and kissed him.

"Don't stop then. Idiot", he muttered.

Doumeki smiled.

"Don't worry", he said amused. "I won't stop even if you beg me to…"

"Finally awake?", Doumeki asked as Watanuki raised his head sleepy.

"Mhm", the boy mumbled. "What –"

"I think you passed out after the fourth time."

Watanuki blushed. "I – You… It's all your fault!"

"What is my fault?"

"That… we – we were doing it and that – agh! You know what I mean", he complained and looked at Doumeki complainingly.

"Maybe", he considered and bend to the black-haired. "I want to do it again."

"What are you talking abou- hnn, Doumeki!", Watanuki protested but the hand of the black-haired was just too determined. "Do you like to see me suffer?"

Doumeki stopped kissing his neck and looked at Watanuki's blushed face.

"Yeah", he said thoughtful.

"Yeah – what?!", Watanuki cried.

"Yeah, I do like to see your suffering face", he said. "It's actually pretty cute…"

"I'm not cute", he grumbled.

"Maybe you prefer sexy…?", Doumeki suggested as he thrust himself into the boy who lay under him. He suppressed the urge to moan. A heat wave ran through his body and made him tremble under the tension.

Watanuki panted helplessly as Doumeki started to move slowly.

"Don't. Move. Yet", he said breathlessly.

"We already did it four times", Doumeki said, his eyes kept on Watanuki's face. He thrust himself deeper into him. "Aren't y-you getting used to it by now…?"

"Ah – Idiot! Who c-could possibly get u-used to thi-s", Watanuki's moaning sounded helpless.

Doumeki chuckled.

"But you do enjoy it, don't you?"

Watanuki didn't answer as Doumeki started to move faster. Instead he pulled his arms around his neck; welcoming the heat as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling.

"You seemed to be unnecessarily passionate today", Watanuki remarked as he stepped out of the shower. He, still using the towel to dry his hair, looked at the black-haired.

Doumeki shrugged.

"So. What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why – did you… I mean, we…", Watanuki blushed lightly. "I mean what's the reason for it?"

"I love you", Doumeki answered in his usual voice. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him.

"That's not what I meant –"

"But I do", he interrupted, his honest and open look on Watanuki's face. "I love you."

Watanuki looked at him for a few seconds, uncomfortably, but then he smiled, almost shyly, his expression warm.

"I know…"

"But still", he began again as Doumeki took his towel to dry his hair for him. "Is something… bothering you?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What is it?"

"The way you smiled at Himawari today… Or the way you look at Yuuko."

"Huh?", he looked at him, surprised. "Don't tell me you're –"

"Jealous?" Doumeki thought about it for a moment. Pictures of a blushing and groaning Watanuki flickered through his mind, his body under his… He had to admit that he was being jealous in the first place, but in the end it was he who had Watanuki, not Himawari – and not even Yuuko.

Watanuki was nice to everybody that was just the way he was. And that was also one of the reasons why he loved him so much. He really shouldn't have acted like that, Doumeki thought. Not so jealous. But then again he did enjoy himself very much…

"No."

"What no!?! Why did we have to go through this then, if you're NOT jealous?", Watanuki was loud again.

Doumeki smiled. He loved to see the black-haired boy losing his temper.

"Didn't you enjoy it?", he asked cheekily.

"There's no freaking way I could enjoy that! And then five – FIVE! – times! And you weren't even being jealous!", Watanuki complained. "Bow to the Great Watanuki and say that you're sorry, you moron!"

"I'm not."

"Just say it. C'mon, just to make me happy?", Watanuki insisted, sensing a weak point because Doumeki actually answered instead of ignoring him.

"No", Doumeki replied, his eyes were thoughtful, watching how a waterdrop fell on Watanuki's naked upper body. "But I know other ways to make you happy…"

"What are you – nooo, not agai-mmpf…"