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Title: Dirty mind
Fandom: xxxHolic
Pairing: Watanuki / Himawari / Doumeki.
Gender: Romance, humor.
Prompt: Clean
Notes / Warnings: warn, is something, but this fic contains LEMON, so if you are a minor, do not know why you're still here. Written for the craft table

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Summary: Watanuki
When you stop to think a little fellow, he realizes that his mind is not so private as one thinks.





Dirty Mind


Himawari has always seemed nice. Not believe that there is a nice girl and kind as she. Just think that she never refused his friendship makes me feel the need to upload it to an altar and worship it.

Even at times when they have to take care of cleaning she does not lose that smile, but his favorites are those that you spend on it. She also likes her eyes bright and expressive, that sublime face could brighten even the most unhappy. Ah, but what most appeals to Watanuki is nothing more than his body.

The notes move around to another, swaying the ignorant hip flirting, if she knew what she is capable of causing with that movement would avoid avergonzaríay insurance. It is necessary to omit certain comments. And when she bends down and the skirt seems shorter ... is glad not to be prone to nosebleeds.

Sometimes your mind fly, high, very high, he must be half suffocated to give images as unrealistic. They are visions of that skirt does not exist, the setting is a habitacióny he is on it. At that point is when they realize their breasts, round and perfect, at first did not know what to do, then remember that it is within its own fantasy, that Himawari not claim. Her mouth on the nipple, you know how soft they really are, just being by biting when ...

water it returns to reality, right in the Desks in the resting, and to increase desazó No Himawari no longer seems to be in the classroom. Turn up, where it continues and no water bucket. No need to flip to find the culprit.

comment is saved, because complaining will only make a commitment to confess the crime. Just look at an impasse and frowns like a chastened child.

- To clean your dirty mind - a chill runs along the bone, its head rotates so slow to find the face of Doumeki. I have caught. Never recalled the "shared vision" between them. Who knew that not only served to see spirits. Demons. End

As I thought I could not stop, was to write and or now.

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Title: Infidelity culinary
Fandom: Pairing
xxxHolic: Watanuki , Doumeki
Gender: Yaoi, humor, drama
Notes / Warnings: Spoiler of Chapter 181, oneshot written before the publication of 185. Written for the craft table
of retos_a_lacarta Summary: After a heavy day, the least you expect is that Watanuki Doumeki fool you with another.

culinary Infidelity was one of those days where everything comes together, work in the store will Diaye absorbed much of your patience. Between the desires pending and new customers, sometimes managed to confuse; How do I do this? Where do I get this item? Since everything was Yuuko was not twice as hard. Sometimes not only regretted his absence, but also its great capacity to resolve any issues.
Maybe he was not even a shadow of what was Yuuko in that store, but while waiting to follow her - always - was to try to do everything he could for the clients. Even if it were exhausting and confusing times as many. Especially now that I needed other means to see the spirits that now desperately needed.

That evening he returned home just fell into bed exhausted, only at that site would be one more night, had decided to stay full time in the shop, until then, in the morning the sun woke up, he preferred to melt into her comfortable bed. I was so tired I could take a nap until it was ...

- Demons - mumbled goodbye to nap, Doumeki catch him in the department to help with the move. Come together with the appetite that threatened with a solitary bed if there were not at least one hot dish.

threat, that was the correct term, because the petition had not even been masked with the typical pseudo-suggestion. Doumeki would be just as exhausted him, but that thought did not create even a hint of remorse, the ungrateful pay carrying his luggage all breakfasts, lunches, snacks, etc., Etc., Dammit , all I wanted to return the days when I was just lunch, just that. Does your family do not miss?

The truth was that since the demise of the original owner of the store, Doumeki never left even a day of it, even after he established that his blood was not so palatable to non-living. It was suffocating at first, but once she felt his absence for only twenty-four hours when she went to look for some items he needs to fulfill a wish-the first time, could not bear to see the clock running so slow. Did not take long to clear the mind and connect A to B, to date Himawari followed him bringing out the statement as cumbersome and backward faced Doumeki.

growled to himself, remembering that, wrong time, no mood to laugh at himself, much less to see her almost empty fridge.

- Cereal? - Muttered when he saw the milk, the more bulky container in the refrigerator. He shook his head in denial. It sure would be the most disappointing of his dinner.

Taking stock, he saw that were salvageable as some vegetables and some leftover scraps. I was so overwhelmed with the limited menu, which was already increasing migraine who did not realize that they had opened the front door. Just stuck his head out of the refrigerator when he noticed a smell.

Every morning, on the shortcut to the store, passing by a cafe popular medium which was not paying attention, was generally pleasant aroma that caught as he crossed for that stretch of road. And that was the scent that was flowing from the room to the kitchen where his nose was Ely.
walked to the origin of the aroma, meeting with his reclusive partner and two boxes highly suspect. If Doumeki expected to see appreciation, he was mistaken. Anger was a bit mean, outrage? We can add to the formula. He felt offended, betrayed, first I made it very clear that I had to make dinner and then came with ... that.

- What is that? - Said exploding in one of his typical attacks.

- Dinner - casually answered her exaggerated movements, a clear sign of pent-up anger.
- They threatened to cook you dinner and you show up with food.
- It's late for dinner, so I brought - Watanuki snorted and disappeared towards his room with curses aimed at the newcomer and mentions a night without an escort. Doumeki looked at the pile of boxes ready for the move, then followed the same route as the bicolour eyed boy, knocked on the locked door with confidence.
- What? Go to dinner, I'm not going to leave here - resulting reaction was already ridiculous, reminding Doumeki day of the month when women become sensitive thereupon erased the idea from his mind, bad comparison. Watanuki was even worse than a woman in full attack hormonal. When stress was invaded was a hundred percent more irritable than any being on earth.
And most clueless .... - Only a fool goes to sleep in a room without a bed - that morning had been removed and it was about what was the other luggage. And I was sure had been mistaken as the dinner, a fact that occurred the previous day.
Silence, imagined the clueless sweating to respond without getting hurt idiot. One minute, two minutes, three the door lock was "click" and the door opened. The dignified bearing that came with your partner was to burst into laughter, but of course he was not laughing at the open laughter, measured behind Watanuki smile enough. Stepped forward to see Watanuki sit and open a package of food. Watanuki took disposable chopsticks and began eating. - the food I offended you - the other grunted with his mouth full, giving him his best look of menace. When you are embarrassed is better to stay silent, however, was a logical fact that a disturbing Watanuki is difficult to hold still, was why it chose to be fed with that food. Doumeki, already eating well, not saying nothing, but I was sure that inside he was laughing at him. Wished the food will cause indigestion your partner, but that also meant he could get sick. - yet you'd be making dinner, if it had something prepared - and if she slept late probably would not have the strength to do what is planned for the next day, but that not say. - Do not do it again - Watanuki said, only after you go down the anger, he still felt betrayed, just a little. Who silence was held the following Doumeki, decoding the other's expression. I thought he was going to offend, but not to such a degree, had apparently offended her position as personal chef, not to mention the confusion from the beginning.
- is an exception, tomorrow you will have to replace it - Watanuki wanted to run it immediately, first betrayed him with a meal of coffee, then made fun of Ely at the end was now I had to pay the inconvenience.
- What diab ... ..? - The least expected was that used a trick as old as this, as if needing to be silenced with a kiss, ah, but that language would not be met ....

commanded the devil that line of thinking, it was pleasing to get carried away after those days so heavy, Doumeki would soon hand over the site above (floor, possibly for that night there was no bed). If Doumeki thought that it was taking the "favor" to bring supper or that it was the best way to calm him, follow him thinking. Dreamer. One, two, three minutes later, the movement of your partner as he fell to the ground and he was able to identify and ground floor, there was no one at his side. - What happens? - Asked, turning to anger, what a way to cut the inspiration.

- What if you think you have to sleep up early - look hard Doumeki inhibited any grunt that might emerge from his mouth, like a scolded child. As you can recover the bed and after that had to settle for sleeping each side by side.

If this had been a day of heavy, he never imagined just add "sexual dissatisfaction" in the list. Doumeki damn.

Purifying Wat With Chlorine Bleach

End Title: On the silence


Fandom:
Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas

Characters: Tenma
with mild involvement Alone (Aaron in the adaptation n)

Genre: Angst
, "friendship or slash?

Notes / Warnings:
Pre-series, and as mentioned above, can be regarded as slash or just friendship. And I just wanted to mention that I never write anything of Saint Seiya.

Summary:
A Tenma does not like silence, never liked


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About

silence
Tenma has no problem with the darkness has never felt the need to turn a candle to distinguish the origin of the shadows that hide in the room he shares with other children.

The only problem - that will never admit to fear - is silence.

He always talks. Talk to Alone while it makes another of his drawings, discuss the latest lawsuit Sasha which has gotten laughs, alone, Alone, with Sasha, all three, not knowing that in the future will treasure those sounds , the smiles of his friends, his brothers.

not stand the silence. Silence means nothing, the emptiness, death, and he does not want think any of those things. Hate

night, when the breath go out and no one is snoring sound and is there when he prays that at least a cricket appears in the room. He does not want a vacuum, not to death. Then she sits on the edge of his bed and walk to the next bed half asleep. Alone

already accustomed, for who knows Tenma and his "dissatisfaction" with silence. Tenma

When you lie next to her, Alone is ready and ensures that Tenma is in place. Why so he also feels less alone.
And Tenma
dam no longer empty, still asleep is able to place your ear near the heart of Alone, and that beat breaks away nothing and death. That they are together, because they are brothers and if there is Alone - at his side - and there will be no silence. End

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Title: How could I forget?