This emergency drabble fanfic is to emphasize the awesomness of the Ouran Manga as opposed to the Anime for the TamaKyou Slasher.
In Episode 8, (or Volume 3) when Tamaki walks in on Kyouya and Haruhi, his first response is to Kyouya "What are you doing to Haruhi?!" where as in the Manga, he says "Kyouya!" then to Haruhi: "What did you do with Kyouya! Why doesn't he have a shirt on, and why is the bed messed up?!" And earlier, Haruhi said that Kyouya was "Suprisingly kind to defend Tamaki by molesting her"
Just a couple of the many, MANY subtle, but VERY relevant changes. If bugged enough I'll write about more. Hint Hint
Oh, this is also an exercise to break my writer's block. Enjoy!
Kyouya let out a small noise of discomfort as the breath was knocked out of him as he was almost violently pushed up against the wall of Tamaki's room. He gave a smirk.
The storm had recently abated and as soon as Haruhi was no longer hiding behind Mori, Tamaki had brushed off the twins accusations of perversion, grabbed Kyouya, and left the room, prompting even more speculation from the rest of the group when he did not continue to protest as usual.
"Something wrong, Daddy?"
"You know damn well what's 'wrong,' Mommy," Tamaki growled, attacking Kyouya's neck.
"Oh?" Tamaki was swearing. Not too much, but that little bit meant he was really mad. Kyouya couldn't help pushing it just a little further. His smirk widened.
"I could ask you the same question," he purred in Tamaki's ear, allowing his arms to be pinned above his head while Tamaki used one hand to once more unbutton his shirt.
"Why were you using our blindfold? For that matter, why did you bring it with you to the beach?"
Kyouya enjoyed Tamaki's sputtering for a second before the other boy regained his composure.
"Enough! You know damn well why I brought it, and what I ended up using it for!" He snarled, biting Kyouya's collarbone just enough to make the Ohtori Heir intake a breath beneath him.
Tamaki stepped back, tearing off his own shirt and socks. "Get on the bed." He ordered, gesturing to the giant adorned four-postered canopied monstrosity that dominated the room.
Kyouya obediently lowered his hands and slowly sauntered to the bed, smirk still dominating his features as he watched Tamaki storm over to him, where he once more grabbed his wrists and pulled the dark haired boy in for a fierce deep kiss. After a few seconds Tamaki's hands let go of their death grip on Kyouya's wrists to wrap themselves around his back and pull him closer. Kyouya's hands dangled for a second before he was able to regain control of them, then wrapped around the other boys' neck to bring him deeper into the kiss.
"You're mine," Tamaki said when they broke for air, but his voice didn't hold quite the same anger it had a minute before.
"Yours," Kyouya repeated quietly, letting himself be lowered onto the bed.
The two shared a look of quiet understanding in which all pretenses that there had ever been any doubts of trust vanished.
Tamaki's face suddenly gained a mischievous quality eerily similar to the twins. "Of course, you will have to be punished, Mommy," He purred.
"Oh really? Kyouya's smirk reappeared.
"Oh yes," Tamaki grinned, "Let's see…I think the blindfold is ruined for me forever now…Ah ha! I've got it!"
He reached over the side of the bed and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion.
"I believe you told me to use a much…or as little, as I wanted?"
Kyouya's smile vanished.
…Yes, I know. I'm a teasing bitch. I swear, I'm working on a real lemon. I just can't write Seme!Tamaki, I mean, it's so obvious Mommy wears the pants in that relationship, but I thought the situation called for it so…
If you like this, my first published attempt at citrus, let me know, and I'll work faster on my other TamaKyou Lemon…s.